#the milk patch & it took a hot minute BUT I FOUND THIS ONE this one's for funsies. AND THE PIC I WAITED SO FUCKING LONG FOR this is actuall

[wing-ed-thing]

Retail Therapy (Kakuzu x Reader)

Synopsis: Deidara has a new partner for a combined effort with the Zombie Combo. However, something about you has Kakuzu heated.

Word Count: 2,123

Tags/Warnings: Violence, Threat of Violence, Probably Language, Gender Neutral Reader

Notes: Kakuzu content is probably some of the best stuff I’ve ever written. Right now I’m watching a video on fried milk. Ever hear of such a thing? Fascinating.

Kakuzu didn’t like being paired up with Hidan, let alone joint missions where he’d have to deal with even more people. Not to say that Kakuzu hated people, because he did, but he never thought that he’d hate anyone more than he absolutely hated you. He hadn’t even met you yet, but he knew at his very core that you would quickly become the bane of his entire existence.

“Shopping?” Kakuzu asked slowly, the word forming on his lips as if he had an aversion to even speaking it. Deidara leaned back on the large bounder that he settled on and stretched his arms up above his head. The blond nodded with a short groan before his hands came to rest behind his head.

“Yep,” he answered, “And for hours too, so I’d get comfortable.” Hidan plopped down on a patch of dirt below, his back and scythe against the side of the rock. Kakuzu glared down at his partner causing Hidan to shrug. To Hidan, if Deidara thought that the three of them would be waiting a while, he would take his word and make himself comfortable. Kakuzu’s attention turned back to Deidara.

“Hours? What possibly could someone be purchasing that takes them hours?” Hidan gazed up from his spot, head tilted back against the surface behind him.

“And we only came like five minutes late too. Who takes off like that?” Kakuzu almost nodded in agreement, but knowing his partner, Hidan would take any excuse to complain. Deidara shrugged, basking in the warmth of the sun and stayed lounging even as a rustling came from the woods. Hidan’s hand immediately reached up to grip the handle of his weapon and Kakuzu took a defensive stance. Deidara’s eyes remained closed.

“Oh hello, boys! I didn’t know you were here!” You sauntered out of the trees, bags hanging from both arms. They were pushed tightly in a line, every other patch of your skin strained by the handles of a different shopping bag. Even in your altered Akatsuki cloak, Kakuzu took a look at you and immediately decided that you were decorated far too ornately and that he’d like to kill you when he had the chance. You were objectively beautiful, but if Kakuzu had his way, Deidara would have to be assigned another partner soon. “You haven’t been waiting for too long, have you?”

“You shouldn’t have left us waiting at all,” Kakuzu glowered, although not any more than usual. Either you didn’t hear him or you ignored him as you walked up to your partner. You plucked a package from one of your more reachable bags.

“I got you something, Dei-dei!” You threw it up to Deidara weakly but he managed to catch it. He opened the small, folded, paper bag. Deidara glanced down at you with a nod of his head and a fold of his lips. He took the neat band in his hand while you looked at him expectantly. “Aren’t they nice? Hair ties. Silk from a small village in the Land of Water.” Deidara held them up to the sun.

“That’s some great quality you found. Thanks.” Your partner glanced down at you again. “Must’ve been one hell of a fight assuming that you got a good price for it.” Kakuzu looked on at your exchange, increasingly beginning to lose his temper.

“Believe me, I did. And I found a ton of other great finds too. I gotta show you—”

“Enough,” Kakuzu growled and you finally turned your attention his way. Hidan had since passed out against the boulder that Deidara sat on. “You’re wasting all our time. The sooner we start, the sooner we can part ways.” You gave Kakuzu a once over with your nose wrinkled in disgust.

“Well someone’s grumpy,” you mused. You rolled your eyes and pointed your nose upward. Huffing, you threw your shopping bags into the air and as they fell, you swiftly unfurled a scroll. Your new items disappeared one by one. You rolled the paper back up, scowling as you slipped the scroll into one of many slots that you wore strapped to your clothing. The pockets ran down the small of you back and you latched the bundle of paper in place with a flip of your nimble fingers. Kakuzu frowned back, tentatively wondering if all the scrolls you carried contained the same amount of shopping bags. You approached him with crossed arms. “Okay then, tough guy. Let’s get started.”

You sat down and summoned a map of the next village. It laid out in front of you and placed your hands on your knees in challenge. Kakuzu sat down on the other side of the map, eyes boring into you. You didn’t budge. And as you began to speak, it was hard to focus, at least for Deidara. Though he supposed he’s seen you this fired up before.

“It would be easier if we lure the jinchūriki outside of the village,” you said, gesturing to the small, unnamed village on the map. It wasn’t large, but just big enough to serve as a maze for your prize. At least you knew the woods better and a jinchūriki was bound to stand out among the trees.

“I can get up some traps,” Deidara added and you nodded.

“Back them into a corner and cage them into a small space—” You nodded again— “We can use some explosives around the area… maybe here?” You pointed to a section of the map outside of the village. You looked up at Deidara. “You’d be our last line of defense when the jinchūriki tries to run.” Deidara smirked and puffed out his chest.

“Leave it to me!”

“We’ll need someone to drive the jinchūriki out of the village,” Kakuzu cut in, not particularly liking how you dominated the strategizing. “I’ll go with Hidan.” While Kakuzu thought that he would stop at nothing to get away from the Jashinist, this had to be a regrettable first. Hidan napped a few feet away.

You raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “You and Hidan? Psh… might as well have Deidara set off fireworks in the sky that spell out ‘single, hot jinchūriki in your a—”

“I can do that!” Deidara cut in before immediately backing down at Kakuzu’s pointed glare, not that he’d show it. You locked eyes with Kakuzu, taking his fiery stare off of your partner.

“I’ll go. You’re too conspicuous and, really, have you seen Hidan? You two would be spotted a mile away.” Kakuzu almost snarled.

“And you wouldn’t?” You let out a short, bitter laugh. Your left arm supported your weight as your knees touched together on the right side of your body. Kakuzu scowled at your blatant lounging. Everything about you challenged him and he hated you for it. Your lids narrowed in a smug smile.

“I’m not the one—” who’s fuckin’ jacked — “ with big-ass black stitches across my whole body.”

“And four faces on his back…” Hidan called out, still half asleep. You turned back to Kakuzu.

“And four faces on his back,” you repeated, much to Kakuzu’s vexation. The sass in your blinks was lost on the older shinobi. He stood, causing you to stand too. Deidara took a hint and retreated. Kakuzu crossed his arms over his chest and he planted his feet on the ground about the same width apart as his broad shoulders. He pointed two fingers at you harshly.

“And you’re—” Gorgeous. — “a brat. I should just kill you right here.” You stood your ground, daring to slap Kakuzu’s hand out of your face.

“As much as I’d like to see you try, tough guy, I’d actually like to do some quality work and get the hell away from you as quickly as I can.” Kakuzu huffed, gritting his teeth underneath his mask.

“Nice to hear that we’re on the same page.”

And with neither of your partners wanting to deal with either of you pissed off, you and Kakuzu were paired together.

***

Deciding that your cloaks were too noticeable, you sealed yours away. Kakuzu kept his draped across his arm, distrust of you evident. You walked down the road together under the late afternoon, waiting for nightfall. You hoped that striking at night would give you not only the surprise advantage, but also minimize the number of clueless civilians that would no doubt wander in your way. But as soon as your eyes fell onto the market, Kakuzu quickly began to wonder if his stubbornness landed him with an even larger headache. But his usual, standoffish demeanor remained the same. Kakuzu’s eyes drifted to their corners as he scowled down at you.

“No.” That was all he said, as if you would actually listen to him and not immediately march in the direction of the market. He reluctantly followed, every reach to hold you back by your robes falling just a bit short each time. By the time you were stopped, too many people surrounded the two of you for him to pull you away without drawing attention. Normally, attention from others wasn’t anything that Kakuzu would be concerned with, but your two teams had their orders and Kakuzu would be damned if he had to spend anymore time with you.

You stood in front of a booth with your hand on your chin. Kakuzu stood next to you, following your gaze to a simple, but sturdy-looking sword. You gingerly picked it up, carefully studying it’s craftsmanship. The man behind the booth leaned over his table, motioning to the piece of merchandise in your hands.

“Ah, you have a good eye, mercenary.” You glanced up at him.

“Land of Earth? Lots of excellent craftsmanship comes from there, I’m not surprised.” You ran your thumb across the dull of the blade. “Antique too, but still hardy.” The merchant nodded pointing to a few spots across the weapon.

“Could get you out of a bind too. Reliable smithing comes from Tsuchi no Kuni.” Kakuzu looked on at the show in front of him. In stark contrast to earlier, you seemed poised and he found you knowledgeable. You appeared calm and competent enough to handle yourself and for a second, Kakuzu became lost in your analysis.

You stepped back, turning the sword around in your hand to feel out the balance. The blade whipped around your body with ease. The seller softly applauded your embellished practice. Kakuzu almost rolled his eyes, but took some comfort in the fact that you were looking to purchase something of quality and not just anything at the very least. You looked down at the weapon with a nod or two before asking the dreaded question.

“So what’s your price?” The merchant didn’t hesitate.

“A hundred thousand ryō.” Kakuzu almost left right there, but a dominant part of him wanted to know what you were going to do. His hands grasped his biceps, his cloak still hanging from his forearm. Kakuzu watched you closely. You shook your head.

“You’re going to give it to me for twenty-five thousand.” The merchant gaped at the outrageous price you named. He sputtered a few times.

“That price is far too low for this quality. You must be joking if you think I’d sell this fine piece of equipment for practically nothing.”

You did name a ridiculous price. Not even Kakuzu could see getting what you wanted for that price without a fair bit of violence and intimidation. But you ripped into that merchant. You ripped into this poor seller like nothing Kakuzu had ever seen before. He didn’t even know if he could call it bartering, but whatever it was, it was likely one of the most skillful things that Kakuzu had ever seen.

He folded his lips under his mask. You didn’t yell. Kakuzu didn’t even find your appearance intimidating in the slightest, yet every point and number the merchant brought up, you countered. And by the end of the intense conversation, if Kakuzu didn’t know any better and had less of a spine, he’d likely be handing the sword over too. The man had long since started sweating, tugging at his collar. If Kakuzu didn’t see it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it as you handed over exactly twenty-five thousand ryō. He almost overlooked the complete waste of money as he still stood stunned, though not outwardly showing any such emotion.

You nestled the sword by your hip and the seller let out a breath of relief by the time you walked away. Kakuzu followed wordlessly next to you as you strutted off in triumph.

Perhaps he misjudged you. He stared, not noticing as he did so.

Yes, you were going to save the organization a fortune.

Notes: “oH mY gOd KaKuzU sAiD hE wAs GoNna KiLl rEader! wHy wOuLd yOu wRiTe sOmEtHiNg sO tOxIc???”... They’re criminal terrorists, Susan.

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[honeesucker]

Darling, Dearest | Part 3

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x F!Reader (READ ALL WARNINGS)

Word count: 4,307 (Ch. 3 of a multi-chapter fic)

Series Content Warnings: Non-Con / Dub-Con | Drug use | Depictions of violence | Dacryphilia | Unprotected sex | Depictions / mentions of blood | Kidnapping | D/s dynamics | Pet play | Degradation | Multiple partners | Stockholm Syndrome |

Part one ♡ 

Part two ♡

Divider designed by Firefly-Graphics ♡

‘Uhhnfhh!” My voice was hoarse from the constant screams being pulled from my throat so easily. I had since lost the ability to form coherent sentences using real words, my brain muddled from orgasms I long since lost count had resigned itself to baser sounds. My pussy was squelching so lewdly amidst the tireless ministrations of the man between my legs, which were draped over his shoulders. I was surprised my body could still produce any sort of substance after cumming so much but I was continually surprised by how the man brought out one more orgasm, pushing me over the edge again and again with each hungry stroke of the magic muscle currently devouring my sloppy, numb cunt like a starved animal. “Mmfmfhh, p-please! Stop s’too much!”

“Oh, come on now princess,” the deep rasp of a familiar voice sounded from between my legs. I peel my heavy eyelids open, sticky with tears from overstimulation as I glance down, my half-lidded gaze meeting deep carmine eyes shimmering up at me with a mischievous hunger. The soft baby blue waves framed his face unhidden by Father as he tilted his head like a curious puppy, despite his scars and rough patches of skin, he was beautiful.

So beautiful.

“P-please can’t take anymore, please don’t make me cum again,” I was a mewling mess of tears, saliva and heavy sobs wracking my whole body with trembling shakes but it only made Shigaraki glow and smirk, “Tomu p-please, n’more” I slurred as my eyelids fell shut.

“Okay my princess,” Shigaraki whispered, clambering up the length of my body to meet me in a sweet kiss. My eyes still shut but I felt him lean down and nuzzle against my neck gently, applying a soft peppering of kisses along the column of my neck and along my jaw, making me giggle. “I’ll give you some time to rest before the real fun starts,” I sighed contentedly while allowing the feeling of exhaustion to take over my body for a short rest, the elation of finally receiving a reprieve from Shigaraki’s insatiable needs halted by the feeling of my pussy being stretched wider than ever before, my body began to shake in the motions of being fucked at a brutal pace but when my eyes shot open Shigaraki was gone, and the soft pink dream world we shared was starting to bleed into deep hues of blackened blue. It felt like I had been holding my breath underwater for longer than I could, and wasn’t near the surface yet until finally I broke through with a sobbing gasp.

My eyes met almost total darkness aside from the dim glow of a gaming menu left to repeat on the screen of the wall mounted TV. The frantic thumping of my heart took over as mind tried to gather its bearings from being ripped out of a peaceful dream into reality in such a harsh way. I heard huffing and felt wet droplets fall onto my face. Blinking away the sleep in my eyes I watched in horror as Shigaraki, the real Shigaraki, was leaning over me while droplets of saliva from his tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth fell onto my face again. His cock was spearing in and out of me without abandon or care for my comfort, feeling like I was being torn apart. I tried to scream but found that there was a wadded-up piece of fabric shoved in my mouth, and secured with a silken gag tied around my head which only allowed a muffled cry to break through the sounds of Shigaraki’s labored breathing. His eyes finally snapped down to my awakening form with a wide smile.

“You did say you’d do anything, right Y/N?” Shigaraki mimicked the way I pleaded with him earlier, the embarrassment of being made fun of heating up my cheeks to a fiery pink. “Why don’t you keep being such a good, compliant cock-sleeve for me hm?” I tried to thrash my body but found that my wrists and ankles were bound to the bed and unable to move beyond an inch. The relentless slap of heavy balls against my ass added a strange sensation that sparked a fire straight into my core while the thrusts of the villain above me began to quicken and stutter before a few final pushes that had the head of his cock slamming up against my cervix over and over, sending full-body jolts throughout my nervous system that had the coil of an impending orgasm ready to snap.

“Come on little cock-sleeve, why don’t you cum for me? I feel you squeezing my cock, ready to milk me for all I have,” Shigaraki was laughing like a maniac above me as he finally let out a loud groan while he pinned his hips against mine, anchoring his cock as deep inside of me as it would go as it shot ropes of hot white cum against my womb, and the coil snapped as he was filling me up. My walls were clamping down around his cock, spasming and sucking him in deeper as my body thrashed against the bindings, my blood felt electric as I cried and drooled against my gag. Shigaraki fell fully on top of me, skin slick with sweat causing us to stick together like half-dried glue. He kept his cock seated fully in my cunt as he caught his breath, and once he did, he slowly pulled his length out of me simultaneously pulling a whimper from my throat with it as the ridges and veins caught every sensitive part inside of my abused hole on the way out.  

“You’re turning out to be more useful than I initially thought,” Shigaraki mused, more to himself out loud than to me. I was left shaking, sweaty and full of warm, sticky cum that was leaking out of my pussy and onto the mattress. Fat rolls of tears were still spilling from my eyes and down the sides of my face as I lay back on the pillow, my limbs ached and I wanted to badly to curl in on myself but my wrists and ankles were still tied to the bed without much give. “I have to go and meet someone about some prospective members for the League, you be a good toy and stay put,” and with that he was gone.

I wasn’t certain how long it had been since Shigaraki left. Ten minutes or two hours felt the same when my mind remained a hazy mess of pain and disgust at myself that I came on the cock that fucked me awake. I was in such a tormented state of mind that I didn’t realize that my quirk had activated and was working itself on my body, I didn’t take notice when the blue tendrils of energy healed the raw skin around my wrists and ankles where the ties dug in... didn’t realize I was pulling my knees to my chest and tucking arms against my stomach in as tight of a ball as I could get after the energy worked itself away at the material keeping me hostage.  

I fell asleep sobbing.

I woke up in a muddled haze of pain and confusion. My body ached like I’d been in the same position for days, and I stretched out and welcomed the sting that came with using the dormant muscles. I sat up and realized I was back in the room that had become ‘mine’ the one I initially woke up in when this whole mess started. I stretched and twisted my body until the ache dulled to a comfortable degree, and walked into the bathroom to shower; well-deserved as my skin felt filthy, sticky and wet with sweat. I turned the shower on and let the steam fill up the entire bathroom before stripping and stepping under the burning spray. I showered until the hot water turned tepid after over an hour of scrubbing, sudsing, conditioning and exfoliating every inch of my body – something in my head telling me to scrub. Scrub until it was gone.

Until what was gone?

I stepped out of the glass door and into the steamy room, enjoying the way the air quick-cooled my skin and left me feeling more refreshed than I had in a while since my arrival here. I was watching myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.

“You said you’d do anything, right Y/N?” Shigaraki’s voice came through the haze of my mind like a wasp sting to the psyche. I spit out my toothbrush and gagged on the memory, slipping to the floor as the night of horror came back to the forefront of my mind, something my restful state tried to protect me from but wasn’t strong enough to overtake.  

I swallowed the thick memory back down while resigning myself to the reality of what happened.

I did say I’d do anything, didn’t I?

Fucking coward.

After a glacial-paced week of sitting and watching Kurogiri take care of the bar with Shigaraki always watching some lesser-known Pro Hero on the TV complete an interview for the most recent villain attack that they thwarted, muttering to himself about the hypocrisy of it all. “Government mandated violence all in the name of the Greater Good... y’ugh,” he’d murmur angrily as his nail dug harshly into the column of his throat where new wounds and old scars comingled. With a sigh I’d stand up and walk over to where Shigaraki was sat, ruby eyes glued to the TV in silent rage as I slowly cupped his large, slender hands in my own as I pulled them down, replacing the scratch of his nails with the soft palms of my hands allowing the liquid glow of my quirk to cool and heal the raw wounds. He was resistant to me touching him in this way at first but it soon became a softened reluctance over an outright disgust.

Sometimes I almost felt him sigh and soften into my touch; and if I caught him on a particularly good day he would let me rub a moisturizing ointment on his neck, around his lips and eyes, and the scarred ridges of his forehead he seemed especially tender about. I’d always thank him for letting me into his personal space without killing me. The sarcastic quip always got me a slight tug at the corner of his lips, not a full smile but close enough in my book.

Being a reluctant (see compelled) member of the Leage of Villains as the go-to feel good girl wasn’t as awful as the first few weeks that compiled a list of horrors I was never exposed to in my day-to-day civilian life. I had a coming-to-self moment with all that had happened and recognized the pedestal I set my standards on didn’t apply here, not when I was doing whatever it took to survive each day as it came... be it an uppity thug with a colt .45 placed between my eyes (he was dusted before he thought about pulling the trigger) or Shigaraki and his hellishly huge cock - I’d take it on. I had to, had to mold myself to this uncertain lifestyle.  

The pain was starting to morph into something I derived a sick amount of pleasure from, body numb from overstimulation and pussy filled and leaking on an almost nightly basis whether back at the bar in Shigaraki’s room, or out somewhere in a filthy backway alley because his temper got out of control and he needed something grounding to reestablish his dominance over – and of course I wouldn’t let Shigaraki come an inch on to knowing I was getting more enjoyment than what reactions he forced from me with his brutal ministrations.  

I was walking shortly behind Shigaraki along the dimly lit street coming back from one of the many meetings with Giran that Shigaraki has been attending, hearing promises of new blood to come for the League of Villains – Giran was set to bring a few new bodies to the bar next week after a failed rendezvous earlier the previous week with Stain, the Hero Killer, hadn’t panned out the way Shigaraki had hoped it would; though he was completely unfazed by the failing of Stain’s recruitment and just moved on to bigger plans that included destroying him instead along the way. It was a miraculous turnaround after the failed recruitment of Stain and a meeting Shigaraki had mentioned with a student that was ‘surprisingly insightful’ - I wasn’t sure what it meant then but Shigaraki had slowly began to morph into a true leader of the League as opposed to the childish brat with an anger problem and disposable resources. He was still angry, still had all he could want short of the collapse of Hero Society at his fingertips... but his demeanor and reactions to certain things shifted and I admired the change in him.

I was pulled from my mindless day dreaming by someone quite literally pulling on me and shoving me hard against a wall behind a convenience store Shigaraki and I had been walking past, though his long legs had meant he was further ahead of me when I was grabbed. A meaty hand that smelt like cigarettes and filth was clamped over my mouth and I looked up to see the stocky form of some no-life thug in a grey wifebeater and jeans looking at me with blown pupils and a sick grin of uneven black and yellowed teeth. There was an indistinguishable press of a dulled knife in my stomach, not quite puncturing into me yet but I felt the tiniest amount of blood trickling down to my navel from the initial push. I glowered at the hunk of fat and ill-intent pinning me to the wall, struggling against the grip that while shaky, was still strong enough to overpower me. I had just gotten one of my legs loose from where his own were pinning them just enough to give a good kick straight up into his family jewels but just as my boot was meant to contact balls his body crumbled and disintegrated to comingle with the other debris and filth of the alleyway where he truly belonged.  

“Fuc-” I was cut off by Shigaraki’s annoyed expression, shaking his hand slightly as it dusting it off.

“You’re an incessant magnet for scum,” he growled, yanking me from my shocked position still on the wall and out back onto the sidewalk toward the bar. He had an iron-tight four fingered grip on my wrist that I knew was going to leave an angry looking mark once he let me go. With his pace set to a brutal haste, we were back inside the bar in no time. Walking quickly past Kurogiri who gave us a questioning look but didn’t push Shigaraki any further, knowing the man was furious and on a mission. We rounded a corner and down a hall to where I knew Shigaraki’s room was, and he opened the door and threw me inside, shutting it behind him and leaning against it with his slender arms crossed tightly across his chest, his gleaming red eyes glaring daggers down at me where I fell on his mattress, his right hand came up to his neck and scratched at it relentlessly, picking at the tender skin and causing pearls of blood to show.  

“May I ask what the hell this is?” I motioned to my bruised wrist and outwardly to the room around us in general. Shigaraki was taking in sharp, deep breaths like he was trying to calm himself down.

“Shut up,” is all he growled out.

“W-” I started and then decided to clamp my mouth shut, thinking better against speaking up like my need for the last word is fighting me to do. I just give a small nod and fold my hands in my lap, waiting; and I wasn’t kept waiting long before slender, pale fingers reached out in front of me and quickly decayed my sweatshirt and the joggers of Shigaraki’s I was still wearing. Knowing where this was going to head, I quickly kicked off the boots I was still wearing and waited, almost afraid to breathe as Shigaraki’s fingertips ghosted over the contours of my body, stopping to press a red mark into an especially soft spot with a pleased hum. He finally decided upon utilizing both his hands pointer finger and thumb to tug and roll my nipples harshly between his fingers with an unforgiving pressure, taking extra pleasure in the pathetic, pained mewls that left my throat when he tugged forward harshly.

“You belong to me,” he said evenly, his deadpan tone and calm demeanor scaring me more than I am during any of his previous outbursts. One hand let go of the abused nipple it was holding onto to rain down a slap that left the room echoing with a deafening silence. I bit into my bottom lip until it bled, holding back the cry as a few tears escapes my eyes. Shigaraki leaned forward and licked up along the curve of my cheek, taking my throat into his hand, leaving his middle finger up in the air as he pressed into my throat with force. “Say it,” he growled.

“Y-yours,” I choked out as best I could from the pressure on my throat, “I belong to you - I’m yours.”

“That’s right, you’re mine. Mine to do with as I please, mine to keep,” Shigaraki leant down and took a long breath in, leaning in further to place a kiss on the top of my head. “Then why do you keep letting the slums of the Earth put their hands on what’s mine? Once or twice might be a coincidence, but it’s happened what, princess, three or four times now? That’s a pattern...” Shigaraki’s tone was dangerous and my heart leapt up into my throat jack hammering like a rabbit caught beneath a wolf’s paw. “A pattern that needs to be broken,” he finishes and the tears are flowing in a silent river down my cheeks, landing on my bare chest and mixing with the remaining ash of my clothes in grey streaks.  

“S-Shigaraki, I don’t... I-I can’t control what others do to me,” I whisper nearly inaudible, “I don’t ask to be touched or threatened, or – or fucking whatever!” I didn’t realize I was shaking until Shigaraki placed his hands on my shoulders careful not to lay all fingers down as always, and pressed down on them until I was laying back on the bed underneath his weight. My body was still trembling beneath the hard crimson stare of the villain above me as he slowly leant down to draw a deep breath against the skin of my shoulder, sending a shiver up the length of my spine. “P-please I don’t mean to draw their attention, I don’t want it,” I was whining weakly as he kept up his slowly ghosting over my body, drawing deep inhales of my skin and hair, tracing a long wet line with his tongue up the column of my neck and the curve of my face... the way you’d imagine a dragon would play with a sheep before it devoured the poor creature. I stopped my pleading quickly when I realized it wasn’t changing his demeanor, or my inevitable fate, of what that was I wasn’t certain, but I had one last pleading question. “W-why am I being punished for someone else’s transgressions?” I wasn’t proud of the way my voice cracked and bubbled with fear, and lost the fight to the threat of tears almost spilling over my eyes.

“You’re not,” Shigaraki breathed, ghosting his against my neck before placing sweet kisses against the skin.  

“Then why-?” I was cut off by the press of his scarred lips to mine, and while it was always an odd feeling blooming in the pit of my stomach at the uncharacteristically intimate act, I allowed him to do as he pleased; and despite the side effects of his quirk affecting his skin, his lips were still warm and welcoming. Shigaraki pressed his body further against mine, lodging a knee between my thighs as he pressed the joint hard up against my pussy causing my cheeks to burn hot and pink with the embarrassment of how turned on I was by the simple action, my arousal evident in the hot pulsations of need aching where his knee pressed and rubbed just enough to frustrate me.

“Is being with me really such a punishment?” He asked, his tone even despite the personal sting the question would bring anyone asking that of themselves. He doesn’t wait for an answer though before his mouth is back on mine, slender fingers kneading harshly into the soft fat of my stomach and hips with a bruising force, dipping down to my thighs as he hiked them to curl up around his own hips. Shigaraki was rutting his clothed cock against my core, already shamefully hot and wet, soaking into the fabric of his pants as he grinded against the slick lips. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine, as my lips parted with puffing breaths from the growing arousal of his grinding, wanting more friction, more anything... more of him. “Don’t you see that someone so weak like you, someone so naive and alluring to such pathetic scum needs to be kept and looked after by someone who is able to protect them?” Shigaraki was punctuating his sentences with deep grinds against my bare pussy, the rough seams of his pants bringing me a mixture of pleasure from having just enough friction, and pain from how harsh the fabric was against the sensitive bud. I just nodded, dumb from the aching between my legs. I was always a magnet for trouble, big or small, and I noticed it more and more since having first been taken that night in the alley; it’s been one shitty situation after another with someone trying to take something from me. Shigaraki seemed to sense the change in my thoughts as he decayed his own clothing in a fit of frustrated rage at what was separating our bodies. His pale cock slapped up heavy against his stomach as the fabric fell from his body. The head was red, angry with need and leaking a bead of pearly precum. As if my body decided to move on its own, I was on my hands and knees on Shigaraki’s bed and leaning forward to grab at the delicious looking cock, lavishing the head with kitten licks swirling around the tip in a mess of saliva and precum. His long fingers were tangling in my hair, gentling scratching my scalp with the main four fingers, eliciting a hum from me as I leant into his palm like a cat. His fingers found purchase tangled in my hair on the back of my head as he gripped hard and gave a hard yank that had tears brimming my eyes as Shigaraki looked down at me with a charming smile stretching his lips and his ruby eyes narrowed down at me. “Answer me, princess,” Shigaraki purred and I only nodded along quickly.

“Y-yes I need protecting,” I whimpered out when his grip tightened, pulling at the roots of my hair painfully.  

“You need me,” he stated simply and I nodded fervently.

“Yes, I n-need you,” I let out a breath when Shigaraki released his Titan grip on my hair, plopping onto the bed and rubbing at the back of my head with a series of pitiful whines.  

“What do you need me for, princess?” Shigaraki asked with a wicked grin on his face.

“Mmfmmph n-need you to protect me,” I managed out between the small thrusts Shigaraki made of barely his cockhead in and out of my mouth, teasing me. “Need your coc-” a hard shove had his full length sheathed down my throat as I drooled and gagged around the fleshy member. Sputtering and trying to breathe through my nose until Shigaraki used his forefinger and thumb to pinch my nostrils affectively cutting off all my air which had me struggling against him.  

“That’s right,” Shigaraki stated above me, as cool and collected as ever as I thrashed and struggled for air beneath him, “you need me, my cock. I am the Master of your future, I can give you so much and take everything away,” he said giving one final thrust into my mouth after I calmed down from lack of oxygen and resignation to my fate, and pulled out letting me sputter and pull hungry breaths of air in as he looked on with a sick satisfaction etched across his soft, scarred features. I fell down on my stomach flat like a frog and just let the tears flow freely as my body shook with hiccups and fits of coughs as the ability to breathe came back to me fully.  

Shigaraki leant down until he was face to face with me, his hand reaching out to cut my tear-soaked cheek as he spoke, “You’re going to make such an exceptional player two when I’m done with you.”

I resigned myself to the comfort that came as he crawled into his bed with me, wrapping his frame around mine as I still shook a bit from the sobs that wracked my chest. I fell asleep coming down from the high of fear, sinking into the comfort of no longer being used for the time being having been pushed past a limit tonight.

I felt strong, slender arms grasp my waist tighter in my sleep as I drifted off into a black, dreamless sleep.

#emwrites #shigaraki #shigaraki smut #shigaraki lemon #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acadamia smut #my hero acadamia #my hero acadamia smut #mha lemon #mha smut #bnha lemon #bnha smut #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader smut #shigaraki x reader smut #bnha shigaraki #shiggy #mha shigaraki #Tenko Shimura #shimura tenko #shiragaki tomura #tomura shigaraki

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Point Blank Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha struggles to deal with the aftermath of that night, and life still has a few surprises left to throw at her.

Contents/Warnings: mentions of serious injury, some angst (but don’t worry too much)

Words: 2,280

AN - As promised here is the second part to Point Blank. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to get this out (uni came along and kicked me in the head) but I hope that you still enjoy it

PART 1

Natasha stares into the bathroom mirror, barely recognising the woman who gazes blankly back at her. All bloodshot eyes and puffy eyelids, her face red and blotchy as loose strands of hair cling to the slightly damp trails that mar her cheeks.

She swallows thickly against the soreness of her throat and raises a shaky hand to her reflection. The skin of her fingers raw from where she had scrubbed at them. As if she could simply wash away the feeling of your blood on her hands.

You had started to feel so cold when Steve had finally pried you from her arms, he and Tony quickly rushing your limp form from the room. Leaving her frozen there. Watching as her world imploded around her, haunted by the knowledge that she’d been the one to cause it.

The muscles in her jaw and hands clench as realisation washes over her again. Her vision blurs as tears well in her eyes, and she draws back her fist, letting out a grief stricken roar as she slams it into the wall in front of her.

She has no idea how long she stays there, weeping quietly, before Wanda’s hands wrap around her arm. Gently taking her hand away from the web of cracks she’d just created and pushing it under the stream of water once more. 

The redhead tenses when she’s led back into the main part of the room. A wave of nausea hitting her as she catches a glimpse at just how much of your blood now stains the bed sheets. 

The younger woman notices her reaction and hurriedly guides her down the hallway to her own room, knowing that the redhead wasn’t going to stay in your shared room any longer but certainly not trusting her to be in her spare room alone.

Natasha spends the rest of the night laying awake next to the brunette. Staring at the ceiling as silent tears run down her face, as every time she closes her eyes she’s back there. Reliving that moment over and over again.

Morning comes, and a small part of Natasha is glad for Wanda’s grounding presence as Tony leads the pair to the labs. A warm hand on her shoulder helps to calm her when he begins to place machinery around her head, the billionaire hoping to discover the cause of her actions.

It turned out that when she was separated from the team during your last mission, she had actually been captured by a set of Hydra operatives. The agents deciding to try out their latest form of brainwashing on her. A type of subliminal suggestion.

Clearly they had underestimated her skill as she had put up one hell of a fight, even while under the influence of whatever they had given her. This, combined with the approaching battle from the rest of the avengers, meant they had been forced to let her go before they were finished. Only managing to implant a small piece of their directive into her mind.

But a piece is all they had needed.

To take out even one avenger would be a win for Hydra, and you were the obvious target. Your relationship with Natasha meant that it was normal for you to be in close proximity with each other and for you to have your guard down around her. All she had to do was stick by your side as usual and the programing would kick in and do the rest.

This knowledge did nothing to lessen the pain and the guilt that filled her. Did nothing to change the fact that she had been the one to pull the trigger. 

She can’t stand the looks of sympathy that the others keep throwing her and the way they don’t seem to hold her accountable. So she avoids them. Choosing to forgo team meals and quickly dismissing their offers of company.

But she doesn’t go down to see you either. She thinks whatever is left of her heart would crumble if she saw you now. How could she sit next to your bedside when she was the one who put you there in the first place? She’s not sure you would even want her there if she did.

Over the last 5 years you had provided her with everything she had searched for her whole life. Giving her all your love and support, and helping her believe that she was deserving of it. She felt like she was where she belonged when she was with you, like she had found her home. You were the only person she’d ever had the desire to spend the rest of her life with, and she had repaid you by putting a bullet in you.

When the day drags into evening Wanda gets fed up with watching her self destruction and puts her foot down. The Sokovian forcing the redhead to get something to eat or drink before she makes herself sick. 

Natasha now sits quietly at the kitchen table, her dull eyes fixed on the grain of the wood as Wanda busies herself off to the side. The sound of bubbling fills the silence followed shortly by the clanking of metal on ceramic. 

Careful hands come to adjust the blanket around her shoulders, and a mug is placed in front of her. The scent and colour tell her what it is immediately; Yorkshire tea, milk, two sugars. Your hot beverage of choice. 

She finds it laughable that she should seek comfort from your favourite drink while you could be fighting for your life right now. And yet, some traitorous part of her still does. The familiarity of it ghosting soothingly over the ache in her chest.

Her gaze remains drawn to the rising steam but she’s aware of the way Wanda moves to join a couple of people by the door. A small hint of anger flaring within her as she registers the happiness in their hushed tones. Her annoyance grows after she hears only two sets of footsteps walk down the hall. Leaving her with the feeling of being watched by whoever stayed.

“You know, I was a bit upset that you didn’t come and visit me at first.” Natasha’s head  snaps up at your voice. “But then I realised that you’re probably stuck in that beautiful ginger head of yours.”

“How?” is all she manages to rasp. Gaping at you as you stand leaning on the doorframe like nothing had happened.

You walk over to her, not missing the rough quality of her voice or the way she still squints slightly against the soft light of the room. Your heart twinges at how small and broken she looks as she sits there.

Green eyes watch intently as you kneel in front of her and pick up the tea, humming at the taste as you take a sip, then blowing gently over the brim before offering it to the other woman. Your lips quirk into a small smile when her fingers brush over your own as she takes it from you.

Natasha has to admit that it does feel nice against the scratchiness of her throat.

“How are you up here right now?” she asks a bit easier this time, setting the tea back down and hesitantly reaching out for your hand.

“Well, it turns out that enhanced physiology and the best medical treatment a billionaire can buy are very useful when you get shot,” you explain with a half-smile. “In fact, they said that I'll be perfectly fine and left with minimal scarring.”

You place a kiss on the back of her hand and push it under your jumper, guiding it up towards the tender spot at the top of your abdomen. “See, it’s not that bad.”

Through the bandages and the gauze that lay across your skin, the redhead can feel a small rough patch. It’s barely bigger than her finger tip. But she still frowns as she traces over it.

“I’m sorry,” she chokes, dropping both her gaze and her hand, “I’m so sorry.”

Your brows furrow this time. “What have you got to be sorry for, dorogoy?”

“I did this to you, Y/N. I was supposed to protect you and I shot you! You should hate me! You should want nothing to do with me, not be sat here calling me darling!”

“Hey, look at me.” Her teary eyes reluctantly meet your own as you cup her face. “Hydra did this to me, not you. We both know how their brand of mental warfare works and I’m not going to let you torture yourself over it. I love you too much for that.”

“But I still hurt you. I could have done something to stop it and I let you down,” she argues.

“No you didn’t. You tried to fight it. You knew that something wasn’t right and tried to warn me.” You let out a huff of amusement. “Even subconsciously you did try to protect me, just like you always do.”

Her eyes become more focused and her ragged breathing slows down, showing that she was listening to what you said.

Natasha stands and you follow suit, watching quietly as she studies you for a moment before pulling you into a fierce hug. She buries her face in the crook of your neck while her fingers dig into the thick knit of your jump, clutching at you tightly as she breathes in your scent. She sighs softly as you begin to rub comforting circles across her back.

The pair of you stay like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the embrace. Glad to be back in the other's arms once more.

When she pulls back, you bring your left hand up to caress her face and a small glint catches her eye. The Russian finally noticing the ring you’re wearing.

“You found it,” she murmurs as she runs her finger along the metal band.

You flash her a sheepish smile. “It was an accident I swear. And in my defence, for a super spy you do sometimes pick terrible hiding places.”

The place she had chosen to hide it was not the best, she had to give you that, but at the time she was kind of freaking out. She had known for a while that you were the only person she wanted to be with but the actual purchasing of the engagement ring had been a spur of the moment decision, and once she’d returned to the compound the panic had set in.

Despite the fact she had long since learnt that everything the Red Room had spouted about love was a lie, she couldn’t help the hint of fear that rose in her at what her desires meant. What that ring represented. And then there was the worry that you wouldn’t actually want to spend the rest of your life with her. Even though you had been with her for so long already. After everything that had happened recently, the latter of her fears only seemed to grow.

She looks away, nervously picking at the edge of the blanket as she voices her thoughts. “Would you even want to?”

“Would I want to what?” you ask, biting the inside of your lip to keep from smiling as you try your hardest to play dumb.

Her eyes flick back to yours. “Would you want to...get married?” she trails off quietly, finally saying the words you were waiting for.

A bright grin appears on your face, and she can’t help the way her own lips tug upwards as she rests her forehead against yours.

“Of course I want to get married, moya lyubov.” You bump your noses together playfully. “Though, I’ll only do it on one condition.”

Natasha hides the flash of panic that runs through her. She’s not entirely sure she can cope with any more emotional turmoil.

You pull away slightly so you can reach into your pocket, pulling out a small velvet box that you hold up in front of you. When you open the lid the redhead lets out a little gasp at its contents. “That condition being that you, Natalia Romanova, would be my wife.”

For the first time that day the tears that well in her eyes are ones of joy. 

Placing one hand over the ring you’re holding and winding the other around the back of your neck, she pulls you into a bruising kiss. The passion behind it makes you weak in the knees and you can’t help the moan that escapes as her tongue pushes into your mouth, brushing over yours in a way that has no business feeling as good as it does.

After a while she releases your lips with a soft pop, leaving you both breathless and not quite able to open your eyes just yet. You can still feel her smirk though.

“I take it that’s a yes then,” you murmur against her lips.

She chuckles and responds by drawing you into another kiss.

Later, once you’ve made sure she’s eaten properly and she’s helped you with a very relaxing bath; you lay in bed together. Natasha wrapped around you protectively while you read a dog eared copy of your favorite book.

She hums contentedly into the side of your neck as she presses herself closer to you. Her smile widens when she glances down to where you’re absentmindedly playing with her fingers. Knowing that soon you won’t only have each other’s hearts, but each other’s names as well.

Natasha L/N-Romanoff had a nice ring to it, and she has a feeling it’s the one that she’s finally going to keep.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #natasha romanoff fanfic #marvel imagine #avengers x reader #marvel

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heh I'm back after watching the new sk8 episode 😅 could I request a nsfw scenario for Cherry Blossom with a fem s/o where he's had a long day skating and wants to just relax with her?

thank you for another great request. great minds think alike, i simp so hard for everyone in sk8 the infinity. 

enjoy! i got a bit carried away

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cherry blossom | Sakurayashiki Kaoru x fem!reader

“Kaoru” you shouted through the house, certain that you had heard the door to your penthouse apartment open, a sure sign that your fiancée had gotten home from ‘S’. However, your call was to no avail, and no response came. You shrugged it off and continued to make a grilled cheese for yourself. You continued like this for a few minutes, finally hearing a small sigh as your lover walked into the large kitchen. You turned around and were immediately privy to the look of defeat on Kaoru’s face.

“baby” you said leaving behind your sandwich and giving full attention to him, “what happened”. you walked over to him and took his hair out of its ponytail so that you could run your hands over his scalp, attempting to make him feel at ease.

“i don’t want to talk about it” kaoru responded almost too quietly to hear. you decided to leave it, not wanting to push him too far. Kaoru decided to take a bath to attempt to calm his nerves. You stood in the middle of the kitchen until you heard the loud running of bath water, and decided to eat your forgotten sandwich.

once you finished your sandwich you sat back and pondered what could have happened that would cause your lover to react like this. Surely he couldn’t have been distraught by the rookie or a fight with joe, this was different, maybe something happened to carla? regardless you decided that you would make him feel better one way or the other, and an absolutely amazing idea popped into your head.

you walked to the bathroom and opened the door to see Kaoru leaning his head back with his arms resting on the side of the bath. at the sound of the door he opened his eyes to see you standing sheepishly in the doorway.

“mind if i join you” you asked nonchalantly, knowing that he couldn’t possibly refuse the tempting offer. something primal shifted in his eyes, and he slowly responded “be my guest”

a mischievous smile creeps across your face as you oh so slowly take off your clothes. starting with your black joggers, you slowly pull the waistband of the pants over the curve of your ass, making sure that kaoru could see everything. next came your crew next, only eliciting an eyebrow raise when he saw your lack of bra. and finally, once everything else was discarded to the pile. kaoru’s eyes rake over your figure, taking in every bump and crevice on your body, his eyes burning into you.

you slowly walk over to him, slowly stepping into the large bath that is more comparable in size to a hot tub. you slowly lower yourself into the hot water, keeping eye contact with your lover the entire time. and as soon as you were fully lowered into the water, he had you trapped between his strong arms. one of his ands comes up and traces the outline of your face, delicately, almost like you are made of glass.

“tell me know if you don’t want this, because i will not be holding back tonight”

you were so incredibly attracted to the man in front of you that all you could do in response to his question was nod. in the same instant, the man in front of you attacked your lips with a ferocity you had never seen before. a large hand found its way to your nipple, playing with the sensitive bud. you let out a small yelp of surprise, which kaoru used to slip his tongue past your lips. after a few more moments he breaks the kiss from your lips, opting for your neck instead, his hand that was on your chest is now dipping below the water.

his hands work farther down and just as a single digit slips past your entrance, his lips find that spot on your neck that makes you wild, and sucks hard. at first you gasp at the sudden intrusion, but very quickly your gasps turn into moans and just as you’re getting used to it, he shoves another finger in your would-be dripping cunt and begins to pump you at a  grueling pace. waves of pleasure wash over you body but it’s just not enough. Kaoru knows this fact and just as his fingers curl to find that rough patch inside you, an eager thumb starts to rub over your clit mercilessly. You look up at your lover with eyes filled with pleasure and pleading to let you cum. he responds to your voiceless question with a curt nod, and you don’t need to be told twice.

pleasure overtakes your body and you body convulses as a high pitched moan escapes your lips. Kaoru stays pumping you at the same rate and keeps pressure on your clit, prolonging your climax even further. when you finally come down, your met with the eyes of your fiancé, loving and golden. he picks you up with one swoop, making sure that you back is supported and carries you over to the bedroom you share, and gently lays you on the springy bed.

you close your eyes in your sprawled out position on the bed, already tired from the orgasm you just had. when you open your eyes again, Kaoru has put his hair out of his face with a messy bun and his eyes are locked with yours.

“i know your tired honey suckle so i’ll do all the work” your lover says as he trails one hand up your leg. “are you prepped enough to take it” he says, lining his already hard cock up agains you entrance. that same primal look beginning to gleam in his eyes again. you gave him a small nod, telling him that you were ready.

almost in that same moment he was balls deep inside your dripping cunt, and a cry of both pain and pleasure burst through your lips. he gives you no time to adjust as he pulls almost completely back out and then back in at a grueling pace. the pain you once felt is now completely replaced with pleasure and every time he trusts back in he’s now rubbing your walls so perfectly, it feels like you were made for each other. you’re already so sensitive from your previous orgasm that every touch threatens to send you over the edge, and Kaoru is very aware of this fact. one of your shaky hands goes to find you clit, but is slapped away by your lover. “hey, no touching yourself, let me” he says to you with a loving smile. you take your hand away just as he starts rubbing quick circles against your clit. you’re so close, but you need Kaoru to let you cum. you look up at him and let out a barely audible, ‘please’.

“ i know baby. i know you want to cum, but just wait a little longer so we can finish together” he says with loving eyes, holding your hand as he continues to pound into you. his strokes start to become less calculated and strained moans escape his mouth so you know he’s close. He leans close to your ear and whisper, “cum for me honeysuckle”. you don’t need to be told twice, waves of pleasure overtake your body, and you bite down on the junction between your lovers neck and shoulder, eliciting a loud groan from him. you cunt convulses around him and and milks every last drop from his veiny cock. so much pleasure is coursing through your body that you begin to skate uncontrollably as you moan into Kaoru’s large shoulder.

Kaoru pulls out of you and flops down onto the bed, obviously on the verge of passing out from the events of the day. when you look over at your fiancée your met with his loving gaze. he reaches out to pull you in and you lie there, chest to chest, your head tucked under his chin. you quietly ask, “what happened today baby” but when you look up, he’s already asleep. you decide once again, to drop the matter for today, and you lay your head agains his chest, and drift off into peaceful sleep.

#anime #sk8 the infinity #fanfic #anime smut #cherry blossom #sk8 the infinity cherry blossom #sk8

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Hello gays and gays only. You may have known me as dicks-out-for-adam :) felt a little nostalgic and wanted to post a little something for the adashi tag. Happy pride and happy summer, here’s two hockey players getting midnight snacks on a road trip.

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“Adam….”

Adam stirred in his sleep, nuzzling further into his pillow. His sore muscles protested his awakening and he couldn’t agree with them more. He wanted to continue sleeping….

“Adam.”

“No….”

Let him sleep. He loved sleeping.

“Adam!”

A poke to his shoulder had him scrambling for his dreams to come back, reaching for them and wanting to cover himself in them like a blanket. But they were already too far away and Adam was already too awake.

He sighed, saddened by his loss. “What?”

“Are you up?”

“No.”

“Do you want Mcdonald’s?”

His stomach immediately reacted at the question, growling, and Adam finally opened his eyes to peer over at Takashi kneeling beside his bed.

“Are you serious?” Adam said, voice cracking from sleep and hissing as he stretched his aching limbs.

“Yeah, I’m serious. Do you want some or not?”

Ignoring his question for the moment, Adam reached for his phone. He squinted at the brightness as he read the time. “Takashi. It’s 12 A.M.”

“I know.”

“Did you even sleep?”

Takashi chose not to answer, instead he rose to his feet, his tall frame now towering over Adam’s horizontal form. Adam noticed even in the dark that he was dressed to go out.

“Can you answer my question, please?” Takashi said, his entire being now starting to radiate impatience.

Adam sighed again and rubbed his eyes, giving his hunger levels a once over. He didn’t really have much time to eat except for a couple bananas and a protein shake after the game. The others went to have dinner together but Adam was beat and set out to his hotel room, where he made a quick change into some shorts and literally sunk into the mattress. His stomach was now beating him up for not having a proper meal. He lost so many calories during the game that his body was in a starving state.

“Well?” Takashi crossed his arms and glared down at him. He was probably hungry too.

“I am hungry….” Adam sat up in the bed, keeping the blankets over his shoulders for warmth. “But I don’t want Mcdonald’s.”

In fact, the idea of it made his stomach recoil a bit. He didn’t mind the fast food usually, but after waking up from a deep sleep? Not ideal.

Takashi was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking. He then pulled out his phone and began typing on it.

“Do you feel like walking?” Takashi asked.

Adam shrugged. A midnight walk didn’t sound awful. He actually enjoyed them if he was in the company of a friend or two.

“There’s a 24/7 convenience store five minutes from here.” Takashi looked up from his phone to stare at him, inquiring. “Do you want me to pick something up for you?”

Adam thought about it. On one side, he wanted to stay in bed. The hotel room was especially cozy, and the city lights outside his window tried to lure him back to sleep. And looking at the streets below, he noticed fresh snowfall. He could stay inside, safe from the cold, and wouldn’t have to get dressed either.

But on the other hand, it was only a five minute walk, and walking in the snow sounded just as inviting as laying in the warmth of his bed. And Takashi would be there with him. That idea alone had Adam craving something similar to companionship, but not quite. He couldn’t quite explain it. Something about walking around in the middle of the night, seeking food with his best friend in a city constantly bustling with college students who were also out on a walk, whether for food as well or from a club…it was like nostalgia, in a way. But Adam could not recall ever doing such a thing in the past. Maybe with family or old friends, but never so late.

“Okay.” Adam made up his mind, stretching one more time before pulling the covers away.

Takashi tilted his head, looking for a clearer answer to his question than the one he was provided with. “Okay, what?”

“Okay, let’s go to the convenience store.”

“You want to come with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Alrighty. Hurry up then. I’m starving.”

In less than five minutes, they were exiting the hotel elevator and made their way outside through the grand lobby. It was quiet, and their footsteps echoed against the smooth tile. The receptionist paid them no mind.

As soon as they stepped outside, it was even quieter. The snow had built a heavy blanket over the sidewalks and parked cars, muffling the sounds of the city. Passing vehicles drove carefully over the salted roads and squelched over gray sludge. Only a few groups of people mingled about, most of whom were inside the many cafes and diners in the area, trying to stay someplace warm for a bit.

And walking beside Adam was Takashi, who made it his duty to talk Adam’s ear off. In the five minutes it took for them to reach the corner store, Takashi was on his tenth topic of conversation, water-vapor blowing from his mouth in short puffs of smoke from the cold. And when the doors slid open for them, his voice lowered into a low mumble to match the volume of the store.

It continued like this as they wandered down all six aisles of the small shop. Their conversation quickly shifted to food as they eyed various snacks and groceries. Shopping while hungry was dangerous, and Adam tried to suppress his urge to buy everything he craved. The team was leaving for a different city tomorrow morning, so the less baggage the better. He just needed something he could eat and dispose of quickly.

He had to constantly remind Takashi of this as well.

“Ha, look.”

Adam turned away from the many versions of Cheez Its to peer over at what Takashi was pointing at. He grimaced. “Sour Patch Kids cereal?”

“Sounds gross right?” Takashi laughed, then paused to stare at the abomination for a moment. “I want it.”

“You’re disgusting.”

It took Adam a few tries to convince the impulsive man that he shouldn’t buy it. Takashi only agreed with him after Adam pointed out that if he bought cereal, he’d have to buy milk, and what was he going to do with the milk tomorrow? Leave it at the hotel? Dump it and waste money? Bring it with him on the bus and risk spoiling it?

“I’ll just eat as much cereal as I can with it and then drink the rest if I have to.”

That resulted in Adam snatching the box from a laughing Takashi and placing it back on the shelf.

After more wandering, they eventually found food suitable for their cravings: Adam decided on a premade buffalo chicken wrap, hot chocolate, and a bag of hot fries, while Takashi settled on a lunchable, chocolate milk, and four Slim Jims. They paid and traveled back to the hotel, eating their snacks on the way.

Adam watched with absolute horror as Takashi opened up each Slim Jim, held them in one hand, and bit into all four in one bite.

“Takashi.”

The barbarian glanced down at him, asking what was up with a mouth full of Slim Jims.

Adam gave him a disappointed look. “Why?”

His only response was a goofy smile.

Upon arriving at their shared hotel room, Takashi’s Slim Jims were gone, Adam’s hot chocolate was warm enough to finally drink from, and his bag of hot fries was half empty, courtesy of both Takashi and himself.

“What lunchable did you get?” Adam asked as Takashi unlocked their door. Pushing it open, Takashi marched inside, singing his answer to Adam’s question with a light voice.

“Pizzaaa~”

“Of course~” Adam sang back.

They convened in Adam’s room with the rest of their food. Well, more like Adam had walked to his room and Takashi simply followed. Adam of course didn’t mind.

They easily melted into their usual comfortable and laid back routine, chatting on the bed as they chowed down. Takashi was very particular in how he set up his mini pizzas; the order absolutely had to be sauce, then cheese, then pepperoni. Adam pointed out that if he placed the pepperonis down before the cheese, he could use them to spread the sauce around evenly. Takashi looked at him as if he was the one who had bit into four Slim Jims all at once.

“Heretic,” Takashi accused him, and when Adam kicked his leg, he threatened to crush him if he did it again. Adam didn’t hesitate—he kicked Takashi again.

Takashi stared at him with a twinkling, impish look in his eyes. “You have until I finish my lunchable to apologize.”

Apparently by ‘crush’ Takashi meant plopping his entire body on top of Adam’s.

Once they finished their food and after Takashi felt Adam was adequately crushed, they settled into a comfortable silence, laying side by side. It wasn’t until Adam whipped out his phone to scroll through social media that Takashi repositioned himself on his side, head on Adam’s shoulder as he watched him scroll mindlessly.

Adam didn’t mind. He trusted Takashi, and if anything weird popped up, he knew Takashi’s socials were probably even weirder. That didn’t stop his commentary though.

“Kinky.”

“Shut up.”

Takashi chuckled, the breathy kind. The type of laugh that was only a puff of air and a soft hum. It brushed against Adam’s skin. His heart felt like it was blooming.

“Do you want to finish that one walkthrough?” Adam whispered, and he mayhaps turned his face a little so his nose could bump against Takashi’s.

Takashi hummed his affirmation, eyelids drooping. His breath once more tickled Adam’s skin.

Knowing they were going to fall asleep, they both decided to discard their jeans. Adam changed into the same shorts he had slept in before while Takashi remained in his boxers, too tired to travel the distance to his room. Adam didn’t want him to anyway. He knew Takashi would probably fall right asleep in his own bed if he left to change, and Adam wasn’t quite ready to give up his companionship just yet. He wanted to stay close, nuzzling his shoulder back underneath Takashi’s head to reclaim their position from before. Takashi happily obliged and let out a sigh so blissful one would think he had found the gates of heaven. Adam tried his best to ignore the way his skin prickled, how his heart felt opened and exposed like a blossoming flower. He swallowed it all down and played the video game walkthrough they started watching together last week.

Ten minutes in and Takashi was sound asleep, warm and comfortable against Adam’s side. Adam wanted to soak himself in that warmth, bury himself in it. Every point of contact between them was set aflame: the head on Adam’s shoulder, the arm resting flush against his, and the knee laying on top of his thigh. It was a loving and furious kind of heat, one that battled against the snowfall outside.

The best sleep awaited Adam, one he had no issue in partaking in. He only wished he could stay awake a little longer to appreciate all that was around him, like the soft mattress, the heavy duvet splayed over his form, the soft light protruding from the window and the now quiet city beneath it. And Takashi, dreaming beside him.

Soon, Adam will be dreaming as well, but before he could submit to the warm embrace of a good night’s rest, he turned his head until it bumped against Takashi’s.

Adam exhaled a final sigh, and drifted off to the lullaby of Takashi’s soft breathing.

#adashi #shadam #vld shiro #vld adam #vld #voltron #phew havent used those tags in a while #hockey au #yes i am still very much into hockey LMAO #cant stop wont stop

[yoongi-sugaglider]

Daegu Quarantine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count: 2833

A/n: Just a heads up, mild torture beat em ups this chapter, and the opinions of the military are (Mostly) purely for the story.

Part 17===Part 18===Part 19

By the time my brain even attempted to register what was going on, Jenkins had already dragged me from the kitchen into the main bowling area.

The pitch-black lanes loomed before me, gaping chasms yawning in the darkness like the monstrous face of some multi headed monster preparing to swallow me whole.

Jenkins shoved me ahead of him, causing me to stumble into one of the ball returns. I choked back a cry as the cool and unforgiving metal dug into the wound on my thigh. The last thing I needed was to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d hurt me, especially with the implications of what he planned to do to me.

As I pushed myself to stand he grabbed my arm, growling his impatience in my ear and shoving me around the machine.

“Keep it moving, I don’t have all day.”

I frowned, shuffling forward a pace or two before finding my stride once again.

“Shame, last I checked I had the whole apocalypse.” I laced as much sass as I could manage into my tone, earning myself a jab to the ribs from his weapon. The bruising force had me cackling into the darkness like a mad woman.

We passed several of his soldier buddies. Some camped out on the seats around the score monitors while others milled around in small groups or by themselves. All of them seemed desperate to stick as close to the lanterns as they could though.

Of the ones that I could see, including the three I’d seen stationed at the front doors, I counted 14 bodies, 26 total if I included the civilians I’d been grouped with in the kitchens. There was no telling really though how many of the soldiers had weapons and special combat training, and that alone set me on edge enough to keep me paying attention.

“Home sweet home huh?” I muttered as we made our way through to the lobby and towards a set of very dark looking stairs.

Jenkins paused for a moment and I watched by the light filtering in from the front doors as he dug angrily through the pockets of his army issue cargo pants.

“Gosh, and here I thought the torture was gonna be getting my fingernails ripped out or some shit. No, it’s waiting on King Flaccid to figure his shit out.”

The comment may have earned me a rifle butt to the stomach but damn if it wasn’t worth seeing Jenkin’s fellow soldier snickering behind his back.

“Shut it Riley…” Jenkins grumbled.

By the time the semi functioning man had his flashlight out and shining at the stairs I’d recovered from my forced Lamaze class enough to walk upright again. Which meant once more I was leading the way in a building I’d never been in before.

Using my still cuffed hands I felt along the walls as I climbed, finally emerging on the pitch black landing with a sigh.

“Lovely place you have here.” I grumbled, impatiently tapping my foot as I watched the bobbing beam of the flashlight slowly ascending behind me. I suppressed a shiver when the light highlighted several dark smears and handprint splatters on the wall.

“Yooo!! Welcome to my crib MTV!” I grinned, leaning against the wall as nonchalantly as possible when Jenkins and his buddy finally huffed and puffed their way to standing in front of me.

“Fuck sake Jenkins. Can we shut this bitch up already?”

Apparently the men had finally had enough of me as the next thing I knew I woke up with a blinding headache and a distinct inability to draw a full breath from the fact that my arms were now wrapped around the back of a chair and cuffed in place.

“Jeeze, you would think being in the military somebody would have taught these boys how to treat a lady.” I grumbled to myself, earning me a quiet snicker from somewhere ahead of me.

I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the relative brightness of the room after so long spent in the dark. A grin leapt to my face at the sight of Rose, slightly bruised to the face but no less alive and well.

“Well shit, fancy meeting you here hot stuff!”

She grinned back at me, the expression coming across as mildly manic since the swelling to her lips and cheek made her face slightly lopsided.

The room itself was about as boring as an office could get. My brain only half way registered the handful of candles that lit the place, making the bowling posters and filing cabinets feel almost sinister. 

Almost.

“Homey.” I smiled, eyes seeking out Jenkins and his buddy who stood back by the door, whisper arguing with each other.

“Boys? Fancy getting a girl a drink?” I asked, head tilted awkwardly so I could catch their eye when they turned to glare at me.

Neither answered though and I went back to taking in my surroundings. Taehyung sat in a chair just opposite Rose, facing her as if they’d been making him watch them torture her. Amatures.

I nodded to him, knowing he’d always been able to handle the harshest of treatments thanks to having watched Hoseok initiate him ages and ages ago. He didn’t seem too happy to see me there but I shrugged his way, sending him a grin that had his frown deepening.

“You do realize if we duct tape her mouth we won’t have to deal with her bullshit right?”

I turned to look at the two soldiers, quirking an eyebrow at the younger one and smiling flirtily his way.

“Aww, tie me up and gag me. I like the way that one thinks.” The bright blush that exploded across his cheeks was well worth what came next.

There was no warning. I don’t know why I expected there to be one.

One minute Jenkins was by the door, the next he was right in front of me.

The pain that lashed across the left side of my face had me seeing stars. Almost immediately Rose was screaming, struggling against her restraints and threatening the men around us.

“You low life piece of garbage! I swear to fuck I will expose every internet search you ever tried to hide! Every tiny dick pic you ever took. Every depraved piece of porn you ever Googled or downloaded!”

She continued on, practically foaming at the mouth as Jenkins laughed out loud.

“Ah, see now. I had a feeling this one would be useful.” He snickered, eyes filled with glee as he watched me spit out the blood that’d filled my mouth when my teeth scraped the inside of my cheek. He pulled a butterfly knife out of his pocket, flicking it back and forth a few times before flashing it open before me.

“Come on now Army boy, my grandmother hits harder than that.” I grinned up at him, knowing I looked half way to deranged with my swelling cheek and the blood that I could still taste covering my front teeth.

My insult must not have sat too well with his ego as he bent over me and jammed the handle of his knife into my thigh wound.

“Cheeky little cunt.” He growled, breath a hot mask of cigarettes and whatever canned goop he’d eaten for lunch.

I cried out from the shock of the pain, eyes watering as I sought out the comforting sight of my friends.

Rose was openly sobbing, head hung low as she continued to mutter threats in Jenkins’ general direction. Tae on the other hand was stone silent, eyes awash with rage as he opened his mouth as if to speak.

I returned my attention to Jenkins, though I made sure Taehyung had his eyes on me before I spoke.

“Silence is golden. It’s better this way.” I knew it was cryptic, that much was obvious in the way Jenkins hesitated in raising his hand as if to hit me again.

More importantly than his reaction though was Tae. I knew he would understand my words without me having to say anything.

I glanced over at Tae, watching his eyes go from blind fury to a quiet resignation. Despite everything on the line he knew better than to go against my silent orders.

“Well?” The man called Riley demanded.

Jenkins continued to twirl his butterfly knife, face a mask of cold indifference as he watched the edge glint in the low candle light. He pulled an empty chair over, sitting down and leaning forward, elbows on his knees as he scratched at his chin with the knife blade while watching my every move.

I squinted at him, watching the rusted gears turning in his head before realization struck.

“You’ve never done this have you?” I asked, grinning brightly before throwing my head back to cackle aloud into the darkness.

“Good lord Tae no wonder you haven’t said shit!” I leaned to the side a bit, sending the stoic hacker a wink. “Hobi would have had any one of us howling out secrets by now. And here I thought I was actually in trouble. That boy could get a baby to snitch on their mother’s breast milk and here you two are barely struggling to even get me to shut up. Can you imagine!”

***

They tried. They certainly did.

By the time Jenkins had worn himself into exhaustion I’d grown bored with all of it.

He’d hit me sure, bruised my face and arms several shades of ugly. But in the end I’d been untied and sent on my way back to the kitchen with the others along with Rose and Taehyung.

I could tell the entire experience had demoralized poor Jenkins. His shoulders slumped as he followed behind Riley before disappearing into the darkness of the lobby after we’d been delivered back to the kitchen.

Once the soldiers were gone Jimin immediately rushed over to fawn over the three of us. He did the best he could with what the kitchen had available, substituting a tiny bottle of vodka that one of the civilians had found for rubbing alcohol and patching up everyone’s wounds as best as he was able to.

After my injuries had been attended to I made my way over to what remained of our crew, hugging a sobbing Jeanette tightly while sending Yoongi a reassuring smile before allowing myself to be wrapped from behind in the warmth of Jungkook’s grounding embrace.

“How bad was it?” he muttered into my shoulder blade.

“Not too bad. Pretty sure Jimin would have had a better time of it compared to what those amateurs attempted to accomplish.”

“Fucking Air Farce.” Came Rose’s grumbled remark as she collapsed gracelessly beside where Jeanette and Yoongi were sat.

“Air Farce?” Namjoon’s voice came from behind me and I turned to give him a smile, shrinking away slightly with a playful squeak when he reached out to ruffle my hair.

“Yeah. American military has several branches, just like most countries. There’s a bit of a hierarchy on respect levels though. Marines are hardcore, either single minded dogs or gung-ho and always ready and looking for action. Army are the boys on the front lines, some call them cannon fodder.” Rose shrugged as she leaned into Taehyung, finally relaxing for the first time since we’d been taken from the house.

“Nobody really pays attention to the Navy honestly. I mean, there’s the occasional sailor comes to port joke but really the just… It’s like everyone knows they exist but nobody wants to talk about them or admit that they do.”

“And the Air Farce?” Namjoon, ever eager to learn new things, seemed almost to be bouncing in place where he sat on the kitchen floor across from Rose.

“Air Force.” Rose corrected with a smirk. “Every branch has their own air support division. Planes, jets, choppers. All of that. The Air Force is strictly flight stuff. Air cargo, air support, blah blah blah. And while that would sound pretty epic, it’s the way they’re treated that pisses off the other branches.”

“What do you mean the way they’re treated?” One of the civilians chirped up, a young girl with eyes sparkling almost as brightly as Namjoon’s who’d wandered over and had been hovering awkwardly at the edge of the conversation. Her mother hushed her, though Rose smiled and motioned to the mother that it was okay.

“Well, actually Jeanette knows more about that than I do.” Rose smiled.

The woman blushed, having been caught listening in on the conversation as well. I glanced around the room, eyes widening when I realized that most of the people who’d been locked in the kitchen with us had their full focus on those who’d been talking.

Jeanette swallowed, nerves clamming her up at the attention. The young girl sat at her feet though, and so she chose to give her attention to the younger audience. The shift in her focus seemed to calm her enough that she was able to tell her story.

“My...recently deceased husband was in the Army. He’d been part of a war not too long ago and spent a lot of his time deployed in the desert. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable of living arrangements as you can imagine.”

The girl giggled, “Wouldn’t it be like living on the beach though?”

“Oh sure.” Jeanette replied. “If that beach was nothing but sand with no water and all the crabbies were just a bunch of grumpy people.”

Namjoon jerked up, eyes wide and sparkling as he practically shouted. “There are crabs in the desert??”

Rose snorted, covering her mouth to stifle a giggle. “No Joon, but there are definitely some awful big spiders there.”

“Ewwwwww, I don’t like spiders.” The girl cringed, shuffling closer to Jeanette who instinctually gathered her into her arms.

“Me too neither.” Jeanette giggled before returning to her story.

“Well, I have a younger brother. He’d been slated to be a pretty amazing athlete. But his final year of high school he messed up his knee pretty bad and his basketball career was pretty much over. So he asked Dean for some advice. Dean pointed him towards the air force.”

The girl snuggled into Jeanette, being careful not to crush her belly and causing her mother to send Jeanette an apologetic grimace of a smile. Jeanette shook her head though, sending a reassuring smile back to let the mother know it was alright.

“After basic training my brother was sent on his first deployment to an island outpost. He’d set things up so that he could communicate with his family while he was gone, his wife and myself included. One day he messages me, and so we get to talking about his living arrangements, which of course Dean decided he needed to chirp in his two cents about.” Jeanette smiled down at the girl, brushing her hair out of her now sleeping face before turning to Namjoon’s rapt attention.

“You see, when my brother was deployed, instead of staying in a tent as if he was in the desert, or being forced to sleep on a hammock like those in the Navy had to do when they were deployed on their ships, the Air Force had put him and his squad up in a hotel. He had messaged me to complain that room service hadn’t brought him fresh towels in a week so he’d been forced to do his own laundry.”

Yoongi snorted, arms crossed over his stomach and chin buried in his chest as he struggled to contain his mirth.

“Wait so...what was wrong with that?” Namjoon asked and Yoongi barked out a bitter laugh.

“He’s deployed Joon. Life isn’t supposed to be easy on mission. You’re there to do a job. What Rose is getting at is that these Air Force men are spoiled, allowed to live the easy life while the real military men toil in the dirt.”

“Well...I mean..” 

Yoongi cut Namjoon off, giving him a deliciously evil grin. “This is a good thing. With the way these three looked after their so called torture interrogation, those dense fucks outside don’t have a clue what they’re doing. Just a handful of shmucks with guns.”

“So then…” I paused when Yoongi turned to me with a confident grin.

“Enough planning and the right upper hand, and maybe, just maybe we can get out of this completely unscathed.”

I could feel the change in Jungkook’s body language, as he’d never let go of his grip on me from behind.

“Well shit...if that’s the case…”

Jungkook was interrupted though, as suddenly, as if the universe had decided to finally give us a break from the madness, a tiny voice chirped out from the chest pocket of my shirt.

“Hey...Boss Lady...can you hear me?”

I stiffened, eyes wide as I turned to stare at Jungkook in shock.

“.....Jin? Seokjin is that you?”

#bts #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook gang au #jungkook zombie au #bts jungkook x reader #bts zombie au #bts gang au #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #bts x reader insert #bts scenarios #bts jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts fluff #bts angst #bangtan boys imagine

[hyuneytoast]

Stray Kid’s Cafes || OT8

Summary || Stray kids if they were to own cafes!

Genre || Fluffff

Word Count || 1.7k

Note || I wrote this at 2am. (And nervous as hell to post this) I thought it was a cute idea (cause my love fore cafes u know & longing to go to one but covid-) buuuuut... if you think it’s written poorly, my excuse: my half awaken mind and questioning sleep schedule. It’s also because I’m used to writing formally rather than this. Enjoy though ヽ(ヅ)ノ

⤑Bang Chan

Inside/Theme: Dark, moody, and very spacious. Plants in macrame and outlets everywhere. Grey concrete tables with chairs of dark wood and black iron. Either lofi or jazz plays in the background. Flooring patched with large black and white honeycomb tiles. Wood of deep and mysterious browns are made for walls. Glass pendants dangle from above. Perfect for relaxing or studying. Even more perfect to visit on rainy days.

Hours: 9am - 2am

Menu: Cinnamon rolls, espresso, frappes, omelets, sandwiches, croissants (plain or chocolate), salads, raspberry scones, hot chocolate

It’s like your presence just sparked something in Chan. You were a frequent customer, so not only Chan, but other employees recognize you. It just so happened that this day was the day Chan felt braver than others. When you went up to the counter and ordered a hot latte, it was the beginning of an endless exchangement of (cringey) pickup lines. And they were all based on coffee... “If you were coffee grounds, you'd be espresso 'cause you're so fine.” (oh dear god-) The both of you realizing you don’t have all the time in the world, you finish your order but Chan refuses you to pay with money. “Giving me your number sounds like a fairer trade.” And also, starting from this day, would always be some  note or saying written on the cup sleeve of your coffee.

⤑Minho

Inside/Theme: Cat Cafe! Small white stools and square tables. Windows as the walls with window sills where cats sleep. Cat toys scattered everywhere. Mini houses with beds and staircases hung on the walls. Like an indoor cat community. In the center is a giant wooden structure in the shape of a tree for cats to climb. Each one has a name. You receive a free slice of cake if you remember each cat’s name. 50% of the treats on display are just for the cats. (And of course, every cat there is up for adoption!!)

Hours: 8am - 10pm

Menu: Shortcakes, blueberry muffins, fruit sandwiches, cookies, lattes (with latte art of cats ofc), mochas, bagels, banana bread.

Scenario || You find a cat wandering the streets and get a hold of it, calling the number displayed on its tags. You eventually return it to the cafe. As a thank you, Minho freely gives you a treat off the menu and a free session with the cats. You two make time fly with endless conversations of your guys love for cats and his opinion on why cats should rule over humans and the entire world. When you're at home later that night, it’s 2am. Turns out Minho saved your number when you called for the loose cat earlier because he sent you photos of his own 3 cats. Many photos. And one with him and a funny/weird filter.

⤑Changbin

Inside/Theme || Open and welcoming, very convenient. A cafe kiosk placed in a park, sheltered by the tall swaying trees and surrounded by the small patches of blossoms. The kiosk is made of tan wood, outlined and roofed with black. The cafe space has a stretched out wooden platform next to it. Above is a wooden frame wrapped in string lighting. Iron benches and long tables. The experience is even more enjoyable during spring. 

Hours || 9am - 11pm

Menu || Iced tea, matcha crepe cakes, sandwiches, mocha bread rolls, raspberry lemonade, cappuccinos, ice cream (of many flavors).

Scenario || You should’ve known it was going to rain today. It’s like the huge grey clouds were trying to warn you through the whole morning. Before the pour, though, you strolled through the park and saw the cafe kiosk and let me tell you, those mocha bread rolls sounded good (especially on a chilly day). While sitting on the benches next to the cafe enjoying the mocha rolls, you feel the sky spitting on you and it only gets more aggressive. You look around and see everyone has an umbrella. Except you. Changbin invites you to wait out the rain inside his cafe kiosk (which you gladly accept). He also notices your joy from the mocha bread rolls and decides to show you how he makes it. It was messy (since your lack of baking skills were definitely no help), but fun for the both of you.

⤑Hyunjin

Inside/Theme || A neat and cozy atmosphere dipped in traveling dreams. Walls displayed with plants draping to its heart content and photos of sceneries and dogs (which Hyunjin gladly took and displayed himself). Low tables painted with faint hues of grey, placed against the walls. Linen lounges and small glass vases of baby breaths. Large windows with window sills lined with fuzzy pillows. Towards the back, a small staircase leading to a wooden platform holding up bookshelves.

Hours || 10am - 12am

Menu || Americanos, strawberry crepe cakes, savory crepes, honey toast, fruit tarts, fresh strawberry milk, paninis, strawberry mousse.

Scenario ||  You’re roaming the section where the bookshelves are. Hands drifting across the aligned books and head pondering what to read. You look next to your side, taking note of Hyunjin suddenly talking to you. He asks about your favorite genres to read. He also recommends you some of his favorite literature (which you eventually discover that majority of them are poems/stories of romance) and says it be fun to read them together, along with his treat of fresh strawberry milk. Reading sessions and strawberry milk became a weekly routine for the two of you.

⤑Jisung

Inside/Theme || Shelves of pastries for you to grab and put on a tray. Filled with an aroma of sweet coffee. Simple tables and benches made of deep browns. White counters tiled with a large honeycomb pattern. Walls are of a light grey. Next to windows are woven hanging chairs with cute cartoon animal characters. On the counter is a jar of stick props for photos ‘cause why not.

Hours || 9:30am - 10pm

Menu || Cheesecake (of many different flavors), chocolate cake, iced americanos, croissants, cake rolls, custard bread, cream puffs, egg tarts, tirimisu.

Scenario || You ordered a few slices of cheesecakes after asking Jisung which ones he recommended. It was quite obvious he loved cheesecake more than anything and of course you couldn’t order just one flavor! Along with the few cheesecakes, You also ordered an americano. After receiving your drink (and cheesecake), you found a small note taped on the cup: “If you want more cheesecake suggestions, ask me anytime!” Below was a doodle of a squirrel and his phone number. AND maybe... just maybe... You take a photo of your cheesecakes to show your friend and Jisung ends up photobombing half of the photos you took (with some of the props from the counter). And of course you don’t notice until your friend starts spamming you about the guy in the background.

⤑Felix

Inside/Theme || A video game cafe, sells mainly bubble tea. Very homey with couches and bean bag chairs. A few TVs hooked up to the Switch. Simple patterned rugs and walls of a faint blue. Cute cartoon stickers displayed on walls and concrete counters. White shelves of board games. 

Hours || 8am - 11:30pm

Menu || Bubble tea, brownies, cookies (of many kinds), bubble waffles, banana pudding, toast (sweet & savory), pancakes.

Scenario || You enter the cafe when it’s empty. You order a treat of your choice and make your way to play the Switch. With no other customer around, Felix decides it won’t hurt to take an extra break and play with you. (To beat you in a game or more of Super Smash Bros to be specific.) 1 game turned into countless that you both even lost track of your scores. And perhaps he got too distracted and almost missed the growing line waiting at the counter. But! Weekly video game tournaments between the two of you became something to look forward to. And maybe the two of you decided to play UNO one day and boy did the game put the two of you in a pit of raging hell.

⤑Seungmin

Inside/Theme ||  A comforting, more on the minimalistic side cafe. White brick walls, light grey flooring, and high beamed ceilings. Black pendant lights hanging, painting the cafe in light hues of honey. Long high tables with tall iron stools. Small potted succulents aligned on the table. White marble counters and pastries displayed in glass cake stands. 

Hours || 7:30am - 10:30pm

Menu || Lattes, croissant sandwiches, chocolate mousse dogs, crepes (sweet and savory), lemon poundcake, biscuits with peach jam, homemade soups.

Scenario || Lets just say your day has been extremely hectic. For a cure, a treat from your favorite cafe sounds like a good plan. Though, you end up entering the cafe five minutes after closing hours. Great. Seungmin, who is inside cleaning up one of the tables, notices (and also recognizes you’re the frequent customer he has gotten to be friends with over his shifts). He unlocks the door and happily lets you stay after hours. You have latte (which Seungmin actually draws a happy face on the cream) and a chocolate mousse dog while chatting with Seungmin. Thanks to Seungmin’s constant invitations, late orders and chats ended up becoming regular.

⤑Jeongin

Inside/Theme || Low platform seating and low round tables. Small jars of fairy lights and daisies. Background music is either lofi or indie. Walls of a comforting dark green and floors of dark wood. Framed cute doodles and warm signs decorate the walls. High ceilings with gold lamps hanging. 

Hours || 7:30am - 9pm

Menu || Milk bread, milkshakes, taiyaki (with different fillings), taro crepe cakes, fruit tea with popping boba, soufflé pancakes.

Scenario || You know that broken or no internet connection running dinosaur game (if not look it up and it’ll literally change ur life.)? Well, you brought your laptop to study but surely a game or two won’t be a big deal. And maybe playing also lended time to mentally prepare yourself just to ask for the wifi password. When Jeongin came to serve your cake order (a taro crepe cake or any crepe cake is a must try in life), he places the plate next to you and begins to speak as he notices your screen (where you keep running into pterodactyls and failing). And no, he wasn’t giving you the wifi password. “Can I try?” Beating each other’s high scores, still no wifi, and chatting. That’s how the rest of the afternoon went. (With Jeongin taking a break every now and then to help the customers of course.)

#stray kids #stray kids drabbles #hyunjin imagines #bang chan imagines #minho imagines #lee know imagines #jeongin imagines #jisung imagines #han imagines #changbin imagines #seungmin imagines #felix imagines #lee felix imagines #yongbok imagines #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #hyunjin drabbles #bang chan drabbles #jisung drabbles #felix drabbles #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #hyunjin x reader #bang chan x reader #jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #jeongin x reader #changbin x reader #seungmin x reader #minho x reader

[440mxs-wife]

Lost and Found

"You want me to work this case with who?" Arthur Ketch asked.

"Relax, Ketch, she's had field experience before, she just hasn't been in the field much lately. Trust me, she'll be perfect for this," Dean assured him.

"This is not a training op, a learn-as-you-go thing, this is a serious case, Dean. I need an experienced hunter to carry off the cover story and perform her duty. I don't think she fits the part, and she's not my type anyway," Ketch complained.

As if on cue, you walked through the War Room on your way to the main living area. You had a book in one hand, which you were reading as you walked. A cup of cocoa occupied your other hand. You reached the living room and settled into a corner of the couch with your favorite quilt.

Dean cleared his throat behind you. Without looking up from your book, you asked, "What do you need, Dean?"

"So, we have a case right now that requires your unique....talents," he started.

You closed your book in annoyance and narrowly gazed at Dean. "To what 'unique talents' are you referring? What exactly do you want me to do?" you asked.

Dean rubbed the back of his neck, something he tended to do when he was nervous or about to do something he didn't want to do. "This is Arthur Ketch, former British Man of Letters. There's a case involving a vampire, named Simon Foster. He's hosting a formal party by invitation only. Your cover would involve you posing as a couple with Ketch," he explained.

You knew this wasn't the whole story, so you waited for Dean to finish. "And....you have to dress up, like evening-gown type dressing up," he added.

You took a few moments to assess your potential hunting partner's attributes. You knew that in the past, he had been a ruthless killer for the British Men of Letters. However, you also remembered how he rescued Gabriel from Asmodeus, at great risk to his own safety. He was working with the Winchesters from time to time as a free-lance operative.

Aside from the professional evaluation, you had to admire his broad chest and tall, confident stature. He had sparkling blue-green eyes that you knew had to hold a certain amount of mischief every now and then. He had just enough of a beard to be considered ruggedly handsome and sexy. And that accent made you a little weak in the knees, if you were being truly honest with yourself.

Ketch interpreted your silence to mean that you were refusing to work with him on the case. "As I told you, Dean, she's not right for this mission," he retorted.

"Mr. Ketch, you don't know me very well. And I only know of you what I've heard in the tales of your exploits from Sam and Dean. Maybe it's time we got our assumptions about each other out of the way, and work this case? Hmm?" you replied as you rose from the couch.

Ketch walked over to where you were standing and said, "Well, my dear, since you have dropped the gauntlet, I accept your challenge. Oh, by the way, I do hope you have something appropriate to wear. Flannel and jeans won't fly in this instance, darling," he smirked.

You took one step towards Ketch, close enough so that you could detect the scent of his aftershave. With more calm in your voice than you currently felt, you looked deep into his eyes. "There's more to me than flannel and jeans. Buckle up, Mr. Ketch. It's going to be a fun ride," you replied, making a show of adjusting his tie before walking out of the room.

Ketch looked over at Dean, who was alternating between shock at your actions and outright laughter at Ketch's expense. He turned on his heel and went to his room, which was fortunately in the opposite direction of yours.

You spent the next week and a half preparing for the upcoming hunt with Ketch. Most of the time was occupied doing research, looking through books and poking around on the internet. Otherwise, you could easily be found at the firing range. You felt you were a little rusty, and the extra range time would help increase your accuracy. You also didn't want to give Ketch one single reason to regret partnering with you.

"Research days" were long ones. You made sure to take plenty of breaks to stretch your legs. If you made yourself a snack, you brought one back for Ketch also. Where you had hot cocoa or coffee, you made tea for Ketch. He never asked you for anything, but for you, it was almost automatic to share in your hospitality. It was in these little ways that you were trying to show Mr. Ketch that his assumptions about you may not be accurate.

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Ketch stared at the glass of milk you brought to him, along with three chocolate chip cookies you had baked the day before. Today, it was muffins at breakfast, cookies in the afternoon and pie with dinner. The woman certainly has her talents, he thought. Maybe she can pull this off after all.

As you nibbled on your cookie, Ketch took a moment to study you. You had greenish-hazel eyes, one of which had a small dark mark in the iris. Your medium length chestnut locks couldn't keep themselves from falling in your face. On more than one occasion, Ketch found himself wanting to reach over and tuck the wayward curls behind your ear. As you searched through the reference books, he could see the look of deep concentration on your face. He had to admit, you may just have the determination to get the job done.

He had followed you one day to the shooting range to see how you handled a firearm. He watched as you carefully loaded the rounds into the clip for your .380 pistol, and inserted the clip. When the weapon was ready, you raised it into position, took aim and systematically emptied the clip. You left the target hanging on the range, so as soon as you left, Ketch went over to check your results. He was amazed to find that all rounds except one hit center mass, just like they were supposed to do. The only one that didn't hit center mass was a head shot.

From what he'd seen, you were more than capable of performing your part in this case. You had already demonstrated to him that you could handle a firearm. This skill likely translated to other weapons as well, so Ketch wasn't worried about that.

You'd also shown him your sensitive side. It was in the way you took care of everyone in the bunker, including him, despite his initial dismissive attitude towards you. It occurred to him that it was partially because of you that the Winchesters' hunting operation was so successful. You made sure everyone was fed well, had clean clothes and injuries were patched. Not just the physical injuries either, but the emotional ones as well that can take their toll on a hunter.

One night, he had a nightmare that left him calling out in his sleep. In his nightmare, he was put on trial by the British Men of Letters. All of the people he had killed were brought in as witnesses against him, and of course, he was found guilty. His punishment was that each victim got a chance to kill him, causing him to experience his own death several times over.

He jerked awake to find you had crept into his room and were sitting on the edge of his bed. You gently laid a hand on his arm to assure him that he was safe and that it was only a nightmare, not real. He tried to be the tough guy, rather than let you see how upset the nightmare had made him. He didn't want you to think he was soft or didn't have the guts to carry out the mission.

You never asked what his nightmare was about, probably figuring that he wouldn't want to tell you. You simply stated that all hunters had nightmares from what they've seen and done, so he was no different, that even you had them. In fact, you'd had one that night as well, and were having trouble getting back to sleep from it.

Ketch couldn't believe that someone so kind and compassionate as you would have anything to fear or regret about what you'd done in the course of hunting. You told him that some of your nightmares were about loved ones being tortured or killed while you were forced to watch. Most of them, though, were about the people you couldn't save, in addition to all of the guilt and helplessness you felt about the outcomes.

When it appeared to you that Ketch was uninterested in the comfort you came to offer, you awkwardly stood up from the bed. You mumbled that if he needed anything, you were down at the end of the hall, then you made your way to the door. As your hand was on the doorknob, ready to leave, he asked you to stay so that he could comfort you. He assured you he meant no funny business, that he was only offering a way for you both to get back to sleep. You looked at him, a little skeptical at first, then relented with a shy smile.

Ketch held up the blanket for you to slip into bed beside him. You started out at the far edge of the bed, your back to him as you laid your head on the pillow. He reached over to drape an arm around your midsection and pulled you closer to him. He accidentally nuzzled your neck with his stubbly chin and breathed in the scent of strawberries from your shampoo. When he exhaled, his breath was warm against your skin, but you seemed to shiver a bit in response. In a shaky voice, you whispered, "Goodnight, Arthur," took his hand in yours and closed your eyes. He whispered "goodnight" and also closed his eyes, a smile etched on his face.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ketch was putting the last minute touches on his tux while he waited for you to get ready. He made sure he had the invitation listing both of your names. He also made sure he had his sharpest machete ready, along with some dead man's blood. He was about ready to call out to you to see how much longer you'd be, when he heard the unmistakable sound of high-heeled shoes on the tile floor.

You were dressed in a midnight blue, floor-length gown, with a slit halfway up your left thigh. The A-line gown had a criss-cross bodice that hugged your curves, and featured wide straps that crossed in the back. Embedded in the fabric were tiny crystals that sparkled as they hit the light, reminding Ketch of the stars in the night sky. You wore your silver sparkly pumps to finish your wardrobe.

You chose to sweep your hair up in a French twist. You kept your makeup simple, mostly earth tones, with pink lipstick. You chose white crystal stud earrings and a velvet cameo choker to complete your jewelry selection.

When he saw you, his mouth ran dry, and for a moment, he had lost the ability to form a coherent thought. You noticed that his bow tie needed a little work, so you set your small handbag on the table and proceeded to fix his tie. "There," you said. "Now it's perfect. You look very dashing this evening, Mr. Ketch," you remarked.

"I must say, you look absolutely stunning, my dear," Ketch finally said. "This dress certainly suits you and definitely brings out your eyes," he murmured, so softly that only you could hear him.

"Thank you," you said quietly, a blush rising on your cheeks. At that moment, Dean walked in on the two of you and whistled. "Whoa! Lookin' good, you two!" he declared. "'Specially you in the dress," he said as he winked at you. You looked at Ketch, rolled your eyes and jerked your head in Dean's direction. He chuckled softly at your dismissal of Dean's compliment.

You looked at the delicate watch on your wrist and noticed the time. "We should get to the party, so that we don't miss our chance to take out the host," you remarked.

"Agreed. Shall we, my dear?" Ketch asked as he held out his arm to you. You slipped your hand through his arm, and he tucked it close to his side as you ascended the spiral staircase together. As you left, Dean sent up a silent plea for a successful hunt, with everything going according to plan.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You and Ketch walked into the party, hand in hand. Ketch let go of your hand long enough to retrieve your invitation and hand it to the bouncer at the door. You felt Ketch's hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the room. When you reached the dance floor, Ketch skillfully turned you around so that you were in his arms, ready to dance.

"We don't have time for this," you hissed.

"We have to blend in, Love. If we don't, we'll be in some deep trouble before we've had a chance to ID our objective," Ketch firmly but softly stated. "Now, let's dance," he commanded.

You settled into the waltz, allowing Ketch to lead you all around the dance floor. He was an amazing dancer, probably part of his training with the British Men of Letters. Fortunately for him, you had also taken dancing lessons, so you weren't completely clumsy. As you moved across the floor, you kept trying to find your host, the vampire.

"Relax, darling, I've already spotted him," Ketch assured you. "When this song is over, you are going to slap me as if we've just had an argument. After that, go to the bar for a drink. Don't worry, our host the vampire will seek you out. He'll see a beautiful but heartbroken woman. Let him convince you to go somewhere private where he can 'console' you. I'll keep my eye on you both and wait for the opportunity to take him out."

"You want me to slap you, then walk away as if we've had a fight about something? Okay," you shrugged, doing as you were ordered. "JERK!!" you spat out as you turned on your heel and went towards the bar. Ketch stood there, staring after you and holding his cheek. He was left wondering if maybe you enjoyed your part a little too much.

You perched yourself on a barstool and ordered a drink. As you sipped it, you felt a powerful presence approach you on your left side. It's him, you thought. Where the hell is Ketch? you wondered as a slight panic set in. You didn't dare turn around, though, as that may blow your cover story.

"A little trouble in love, hmm?" a deep voice rumbled.

You turned towards the source. "Pardon me?" you asked.

"Oh, where are my manners? My name is Simon Foster, and I'm the host of this soirée. But I'm sure you already knew that, didn't you?" he purred, his hand lightly brushing your arm.

You fought the instinct to pull your arm away in disgust. "Of course I know you. Simon Foster: CEO of Foster Industries, head of the second largest shipping company in the world. Desperately clawing his way to being the first largest shipping company in the world. Offices spread out all over the globe, such as in New York, Liverpool, Rio de Janeiro, Sydney, Marseille," you finished.

"Well, I'm impressed. You've certainly done your homework, my dear. But enough business talk. Let's get a little more personal," he suggested.

"I really should be getting back to---" Simon put a finger to your lips. "Let him suffer a bit first. Besides, my sister Cynthia seems to be occupying him," he snickered.

You turned your attention towards where you'd left Ketch. You were shocked to see him with his arms around a gorgeous, leggy blonde woman in a red sequined dress. Simon turned your face back to him, so that you were looking into his eyes. "Come, my darling, let's go somewhere a little more private, and get to know each other better," he coaxed.

You gave him a quick smile and slid down from the barstool. You had only had the one drink and sipped it at that. However, you felt a bit unsteady on your feet, as if you'd had more like four drinks. Simon offered you his arm to support you as he led you away from the bar area to one of the private rooms. Ketch, you silently pleaded. Don't leave me, please.

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No sooner had you left to go to the bar, that a blonde-haired woman in a red sequined dress came up to Ketch and asked him to dance. Ever the gentleman, he obliged, but did not lose sight of you. The blonde woman introduced herself as Cynthia Foster, sister of your host, Simon Foster. He engaged Cynthia in conversation, maintaining his cover, while trying to learn anything he could about her brother. The next time he turned his attention towards the bar, you were gone and so was Simon.

You and Simon stumbled into his private study area, where he closed the door and locked it behind him. In one swift move, he backed you up against his desk and started kissing you. As you stuck out your hand behind you to keep from falling over, you cut your finger on a letter opener.

When you examined the cut and the blood dripping from it, you could see the pupils in Simon's eyes grow wide. He took your finger in his mouth and tasted the blood. "Oh, darling. You taste so sweet, just like I knew you would," he growled as his fangs came into view. He pushed your head to the side and sank his fangs into your neck.

You knew you had to do something before you fell unconscious from losing too much blood. You carefully slid your hand down your thigh under your dress to release one of the syringes of dead man's blood you had hidden. Unfortunately, Simon caught on to what you were doing and wrenched it from your hand. "YOU!! You're a hunter!!" he screeched, throwing you to the floor and causing you to hit your head on a table in the process.

From the blood loss and possible concussion, you were finding it hard to remain conscious, let alone fight back. Fortunately, Ketch had burst through the door, wielding his machete. He took two long strides towards the vampire and skillfully sliced off Simon's head. With the mission objective met, Ketch turned his attention towards you. He noticed the bite marks on your neck and placed his handkerchief over it. He told you to hold it there to try and stop the blood loss.

"Ketch....Ketch....Arthur...." you whispered. He turned to look into your eyes. "I'm sorry. I should've....should....should've paid better attention," you remarked softly.

"Shh, try not to talk now, Love. Let's get you back to the bunker and patched up, good as new. I just hope to bloody hell Dean doesn't kill me for this," Ketch muttered. He placed you in the front seat of the car, buckled you in and then he ran around to the driver's side. He turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life. Ketch threw the car into gear and sped off into the night, headed back to the bunker.

"I'm so tired, Arthur," you replied as you drifted in and out of consciousness.

"Hold on, Love, hold on. We'll be there soon, just stay with me. Keep holding that kerchief up to your neck, darling," he soothed. When he didn't hear you respond, he looked over to see that you had fallen unconscious. He mashed down the accelerator in response, and soon the bunker was in his sights.

Once in the garage, he parked the car and ran around to the passenger side to get you. He scooped you up into his arms and pounded on the bunker door. Sam answered and quickly ushered you both in, then called out for Dean to help.

"What the hell happened, Ketch?!? You were supposed to look out for her. Is that what this looks like??" Dean thundered.

Ketch didn't say anything as he carried you to the infirmary to care for your wounds. You had bite marks on your neck from Simon, and a gash on your forehead where you'd hit the table. He placed you gently on the bed and went to the cabinet for what he would need to clean you up. Dean snatched the suture kit out of Ketch's hands and pushed him aside.

"Now see here, mate--" Ketch started angrily. "No, you see here. I'll take care of her. Been patching her up long before you came along, and I'll be doing it long after you leave," Dean retorted.

"Dean," you mumbled, opening your eyes. "Knock it off. It wasn't his fault," you muttered, sitting up a little. "He took out the vamp and his sister, mission accomplished," you said as you fell back onto the bed. "Arthur?" you called softly.

"Right here, Love," he said as he sat beside the bed and took your hand in his.

"Can you please stitch this up?" you asked, pointing at your neck and forehead.

Dean reluctantly handed him the suture kit and then stepped aside. "As you wish, darling," said Ketch. "Can someone please bring me a basin of warm water and a washcloth? I'll need to clean up some of this blood to see where I need to stitch," he explained. Sam left to go get the basin and washcloth.

Ketch looked at you with guilt in his eyes. You could tell that he felt responsible for what happened to you after having lost sight of you at the party. "Arthur, stop it. This wasn't your fault. I know how to take care of myself. It's just that this damn dress is so confining, which is why I'm a jeans-and-flannel kind of girl," you joked. He chuckled and you could see the relief in his eyes to know you would be all right.

"Well then, once we clean you up, we'll let you slip into something, shall we say, less confining and more comfortable?" he teased. By this time, Sam had returned with the basin and washcloth, as requested.

Ketch gently cleaned and dried your wounds. Turns out, the one on your forehead just needed those sterile tape strips to hold it closed, no stitches needed. Your neck was another story, though. Ketch took great care in making the stitches small to minimize the scar you were inevitably going to have. Dean brought back your pajamas so you would have something comfortable to change into. The guys then left the infirmary to give you some privacy as you changed.

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Weeks went by with no new cases or missions, which gave you time for your wounds to heal. You also felt yourself getting a little closer to Ketch, but you weren't sure if he felt the same way. He would always call you "Love" or "Darling". While not necessarily meant in a romantic way, it made you feel special each time he said it.

One afternoon, you were reading your book when you heard an argument in the hallway between Dean and Ketch. You heard sharp tones in the voices of both men, so you went to investigate.

"So you're just going to leave? Without even saying 'goodbye' to anyone, especially her?" Dean snapped. "After everything that's happened?"

"Dean, you know as well as I do, relationships and hunting don't pair well together. As far as any relationship I may have with her, it would be foolish to entertain such an idea. So you see--" he stopped.

"What's going on here? Arthur, what are you talking about?" you asked.

"He says he's found a case and after he's finished, he won't be coming back to live here," Dean retorted.

You felt the blood drain from your face. "Arthur, is this true? I thought....never mind what I thought," you muttered.

"Oh, let me guess. You thought that there were 'special feelings' between us? Darling, trust me, you don't want to get mixed up with someone like me. Not after the things that I've done," he finished.

"You still don't get it, do you?" you snapped in a rare flash of anger. "I don't care what you've done in the past! That isn't the man you are today, and he's the man that I....I love. There, I've said it. I love you, Arthur Ketch. And if you can't see that love is a gift and that it's worth fighting for....then maybe you should go," you choked out.

Ketch picked up his bag. "Well, I guess that's it then. Nothing more to say, I suppose, except goodbye," he said.

Tears in your eyes, you watched him walk up the spiral staircase and out to the garage. You jumped when the bunker door slammed shut, then you ran to your room and closed the door.

"Damn you, Ketch," Dean muttered.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Soon after Ketch left, Sam and Dean started finding some new cases to work. You mostly stayed behind to do much-needed research for them. You were still heartbroken that Ketch decided to leave even after you declared your love for him. However, you tried to keep up a brave face for Sam and Dean. You smiled even when you didn't feel like it, just to keep them from asking if you were okay.

One night after a particularly dicey werewolf hunt, you were relieved when the boys finally came through the bunker door. Only this time, they weren't alone, they had someone with them. The man was injured and seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness. You told them to bring him to the infirmary while you went to get the water basin and a washcloth.

"Okay, fellas, tell me what happened," you said. As you started to assess your patient, you gasped to see that it was none other than Arthur Ketch. The man to whom you had given your heart, but who didn't seem to want it.

"We found him locked in battle with that werewolf. He was holding his own until the werewolf slashed him across his stomach with its claws," Sam explained.

"A-all right. Let's get him cleaned up then I can see where he needs stitches. Dean, hand me a few suture kits, Sam help me get his jacket and shirt off," you ordered.

"Are you going to be okay with this? I mean, after what happened the last time he was here?" Dean asked.

"Dean, I'll be fine. Strictly professional, just the way he likes things. The sooner he gets well, the sooner he'll be free to leave me again," you said, your vision a little blurry from unshed tears. Dean squeezed your shoulder in support, and you gave him a small smile. Then you dipped the washcloth in warm water and started to clean Ketch's wounds.

After you had stitched him up, you dressed him in a clean T-shirt you had found in his bag. You left briefly to get your book so that you had something to do while you kept an eye on him.

Little did you know, Ketch was aware of what was going on the entire time. He heard the pain in your voice when you mentioned how he'd be free to leave you again once he was healed. Right then, he made up his mind that he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. He just had to figure out how to show you that.

As you kept watch over your patient, you noticed that he had started mumbling in his sleep again. You drew your chair next to his bed and took his hand in yours. "I must be out of my damn mind, going down this path again," you muttered to yourself.

All of a sudden, you heard him say your name, and how he was sorry he'd hurt you. Then he said the words you longed to hear, "I love you, and I'm not leaving you again". He's asleep, he doesn't know what he's saying, you told yourself. You looked down and saw that he had opened his blue-green eyes and was searching your face for some sign of your feelings for him.

"Arthur? How are you feeling?" you asked gently.

He reached up with his free hand and cupped your cheek. "I've been better. The werewolf tore up my stomach, but I'm also hurting in my heart. You see, there was this wonderful woman I got to work with a while back.

“She's kind, considerate of others and is the most beautiful creature I've ever met. She sort of wiggled her way into my heart, and well, she never really left. But I left. Like a coward, I left her, which I never should've done," he confessed.

"What are you saying, Arthur?" you whispered.

"I'm saying that I was a fool to ever have left you, my love. I'm hoping that someday you can forgive me. You've helped me to see that love is a gift and it's definitely worth fighting for. I love you," he replied, pulling your face down to mesh his lips with yours. They were as soft as you'd imagined they would be, but firm, as he took charge of the kiss like he did with everything else in his life.

"I'm so glad you came back. I love you, Arthur Ketch," you said softly.

#ketch #arthur ketch #arthur ketch x reader #ketch x reader #spn imagine #spn fluff #supernatural

[jillianharrington]

Cool

(Abed x reader)

(Y/N)- Your Name

(F/N)- friends name

“I can’t believe you’re dragging me to this!” My friend (F/N) said, eating a box of Thin Mints as we walked down the halls of Greendale Community College. I grabbed the box from her hands and shoved it back in my book bag.

“Would you stop eating all my snacks?” I asked hurriedly. “I bought these for the movie! Does it look like we’re watching The Breakfast Club? No, so don’t start eating yet.” She rolled her eyes, and continued walking.

“You know, you remind me of this kid in my Spanish class. Abed? He’s a real film buff.!You know him?” She took out her phone, as started texting someone.

“Do you think all film buffs know each other?” I asked, trying to look over her shoulder, to see who she was chatting with.

“I don’t know, maybe.” She responded, smiling.

“Who are you texting?” I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“No one.” We walked across the lawn, through the quad, and ended up at the “cinema”. And old class room with a projector, and clear, white wall. I pulled on the handle of the door, when (F/N) stopped me. “Whats your damage, Heather?” I asked, cocking my head to the side a bit.

“So, you know how I was texting someone?” She asked while fiddling with the phone in her hands.

“You mean a few minutes ago? Yes, I believe I recall that.” I said, sarcastically. She glared at me, and continued.

“Well, I was texting a guy-“ I glared at her. “No! You don’t understand! He’s reaaally hot! Jeff Winger? You’ve met him before, right?” I shook my head.

“Why do you assume I’ve met everyone on campus?!”

“Well anyway, he asked if I wanted to meet him in five, for dinner. And I said yes.”

“You’re kidding!” I gasped.

“No, I’m not.” She started walking across the lawn to the parking lot.

“You suck!” I yelled, as I walked into the building. I weaved through the halls until I found the room I was looking for. Inside the room, was a projector, a few rows of chairs, and one boy sitting in the very back. He had black hair, dark skin, and a slim body. He gave a little wave, which I returned, before sitting in the front row, putting my bag on the floor next to me. I grabbed a bag of Sour Patch Kids, and a bottle of doctor pepper, before sitting up and enjoying the movie.

“Hey.” The guy from the back. He sat down next to me, and held out his box of Milk Duds. I grabbed one from the box, and popped it into my mouth. I offered him a Sour Patch, and he did the same.

“Thanks.” I whispered, giving him a smile. “I’m (Y/N).” He returned the smile, and stuck out his hand.

“Abed.” He responded.

Ah... so this is the guy (F/N) was telling me about. I nodded my head, as we both continued to watch the movie. At the end of the screening, I picked up my trash, shoved it in my bag, and turned to Abed.

“I was going to tell you this earlier, but I didn’t want to get in the way of the movie. I really like your shirt.” I said, motioning to his Inspector Spacetime t-shirt. He glanced down, and nodded.

“You watch the show?” He asked, his head tilted to the side, ever so slightly. Gosh, he’s cute

“Yeah! It’s one of my favorites!” I said, getting excited that someone was as geeky as I was.

“Thanks. I like you too.” I fiddled with the hem of my When Harry Met Sally shirt. “Your shirt, I like your shirt.”

“Why thank you.” I smiled. “Well, I better get home.” I stood up, and walked to the door, before pausing, and turning around. Abed sat, in the same spot as before. He stared blankly at the wall, as is started back to the seat by him. I sat back down, and pulled out my phone. “Can I get your number? There’s a showing of Casablanca on Thursday. Would you be interested?” He took my phone, and put in his number, with a smirk. He handed it back, and smiled.

“Cool. Cool, cool, cool.” I chuckled, and smiled back.

“Cool.” I stood once again, and walked to the door. “See you Thursday.”

1 YEAR LATER

Abed and I walked down the halls of Greendale, hand in hand, and looking at all the posters, and updates on the wall. I gasped, and ran over to a poster, on the spanish room door.

“Abed! They’re playing the Breakfast Club on Saturday! We should go!” I looked into his eyes, and smiled. “It is our movie!”He tilted his head, and nodded.

“Sounds fun.” He looked down at me, and smiled. I chucked, and pecked his lips, which he gladly returned.

“Cool.” I said, before we continued walking down the hall again.

“Cool, cool, cool.”

Sorry about the crappy ending... and crappy overall story. If you have any requests, (any fandom! Sorry if I don’t know it.) let me know!

#abed x reader #community imagines #abed nadir #fandom #imagines

[kyber-kisses]

Calling Out

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: canon like violence, cursing, angst

Summary: Dean waits impatiently for a call from Y/N when things take an unexpected turn and he suddenly fears the worse.

A/n: fun story, I posted this yesterday and it randomly disappeared so I had to rewrite the whole thing. I’m bitter. I had tears in my eyes because I had to write this whole thing again. Enjoy. (Throws it over shoulder)

“Dean, would you stop looking over at your phone for one damn minute? She said she would call later to update us. Calm down.”

“Calm down? Calm down?! Y/N left without so much as a word! Forgive me if I’m a little bitter.” Dean growled, pacing across the floor of the war room.

“She went to help Charlie with a case in Colorado. She should be back tomorrow.”

Sam sighed, leaning forward in his seat, no liner paying attention to the article on his laptop. His brother had been acting off ever since you had left. He was a bundle of tightly wound nerves.

“She could have at least told me she was with Charlie. . .”

Eyebrows now knitted together, Sam sucked in a breath. “What is up with you lately? You never act this way. Charlie and Y/N are a perfect team.”

“I’m fine, Sam.”

That was a lie if Sam ever heard one. The way Dean was anxiously looking back at his screen was a dead give away.

“Wait? Are you jealous?”

That got Dean to stop. His step faltering as he looked over his shoulder at his brother. “What? No! I’m not jealous. Pff.” He shrugged, trying to mask his expression. “Me, Jealous? No.”

“Oh my god, you are!” Sam mused, shoving his laptop away from him and giving his brother his full attention. “You do know Charlie and Y/N are just friends, right?”

“Okay, we are ending this conversation now.” Dean warned, giving him another glare before letting his shoulders drop. “And it’s not that. . . At least I don’t think it is. It’s just, she dropped everything to go help, and I mean, I get it. . . But she never just works cases with me. Makes me think she doesn’t like me.”

“Okay. Wow. You are totally overthinking this. Y/N is constantly talking about how great you are. You're practically her favorite person-“

“Okay now that’s an exaggeration-“ Dean began, only to be cut off by the shrill ring of his phone. The older Winchester practically vaulting towards the device and the table at lightning speed and pressing it to his ear.

“Y/N! Thank god, I was be-“

“Dean? It’s- it’s Charlie.”

Deans face fell almost immediately, along with his stomach. Why was Charlie calling from your phone? Why weren’t you on the other end?

“Charlie? What’s going on?”

Her voice was shaky as he pressed the phone closer to his ear, leaning against the table. “Something- something happened. And I knew I should call you and Sam.” She breathed, the fear in her voice clear as day.

Dean swallowed down his own, jaw clenching like a shock absorb-er for his emotions. He had to keep it reined in. This was just another job. “It’s alright kiddo, just- just put Y/N on the phone.”

“I-I cant. Dean, it went wrong.”

At this point Sam was up and out of his seat, leaning in close to listen as Charlie spoke. His own expression now filled with worry.

“Charlie, what do you mean; you can’t?” His tone now rising as he took a step forward, suddenly itching to move and grab the keys to the impala.

“Y/N. We were hunting Djinn- and” the red heads voice fading as she choked on her words, only making Deans concern rise.

“Charlie, you better tell me what the hell is going on right now.” He warned, stalking across the room and grabbing his coat of the chair, along with his keys. Sam right on his heels.

“There were so many of them- and one of them-“ her words coming out fractured due to her own fear. “She’s en-route to the nearest hospital. I had to call an ambulance. Her wounds I couldn’t patch up-. Dean, it’s really bad.”

If Sam has been looking at his brothers face as they moved towards the garage, he would have seen his face quickly drain of all color. His iron like grip on his phone enough to crack the screen.

“Okay- okay. It’s alright kid. Sam and I are on our way. Just send us an address.” He breathed, trying to collect his thoughts. Keep his mentions in check.

“Okay. And, Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Please hurry.”

*. *. *. *. *. *.

As the impala tore down the asphalt of route 36, Sam swore he could smell the scent of burning rubber. Dean had kept the vehicle moving at least fifty over the speed limit the entire time. How they hadn’t been pulled over yet was beyond him.

“Dean, she’ll probably be fine-“Sam tried, eyeing the white knuckles grip his brother had on the steering wheel, his gaze locking on the horizon.

“But what if she isn’t, Sam? What’s if- what if they can’t save her? That’ll mean I never got to tell her-“ Deans voice was shaky as he flexed his fingers over the wheel. Ever since he hung up with Charlie it felt like gasoline had been thrown on the spark of fear slowly growing inside him.

God, if anything happened to you. . .

Even though he had cut the travel time in half, the minute the headlights flashed across the dimly lit parking lot, he felt like it had been days. His skin was itching to get to you. Check to see if you were okay. That you were alive.

That you were breathing.

He had to keep himself from launching himself out of the car and running full speed through the sliding glass doors. Instead he slid out of the impala, pocketed his keys, and briskly walked with Sam towards the front doors.

Up ahead he could see a certain redhead pacing the length of the entrance, chewing on her nails and paying no attention to the doors sliding open repeatedly each time she passed the motion detector.

“Charlie, where is she? Is Y/N okay?” The words falling off of Deans tongue a she walked up to her, making her slightly jump in surprise.

“Oh thank god. I didn’t know how to handle this alone.” She breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders sagging.

“What the hell happened? I thought you said this hunt was a milk run?” Sam questioned, giving her a worried glance as the trip moved through the doors, the brothers flanking the redhead on either side.

“That’s what we thought too. And then one Djinn became three and—“ she paused, sucking in another breath as they worked their way down the hallway. “Oh god. This is all my fault. I should have been watching her back more.”

As desperate as he was to get to you, Dean slowed down, putting a hand on the young woman’s shoulder, “woah, hey. This is not your fault. Y/N knew what she was signing up for. She’s been a hunter for most of her life. Mistakes happen.”

As the words left his mouth he still wasn’t sure if he was trying to calm himself or Charlie. He didn’t have words to properly describe the fear he was feeling. As a hunter, it’s a universal rule that you only play the hospital card if it’s really bad. . . And apparently it was.

Dean almost slammed into the young hunter when she abruptly stopped, pausing in front of what had to be your room. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the door, ushering the brothers inside.

It took all of three steps before Dean froze.

His swore he could feel his heart drop in his chest at the sight of your unconscious form. His eyes glazing over with hot, unshed tears. How could this have happened? How could things have possibly gone that wrong? You were one of the best hunters he had ever seen. This didn’t make sense.

It was Sams voice that broke the silence and muffled the sound of the heart monitor. “Oh my god-“

If Dean did have anything to say, it was now caught in his throat, his eyes locked into your still form as he slowly stepped across the dimly lit room towards your bed.

It looked like you had picked a fight with a block of cement. You had a busted lower lip along with a cut on your upper one, a nasty black eye, and a rather large welt covering almost the entirety of your right cheek. You had several stitches above your brow, sealing a massive cut. . . And those were just the wounds he could see.

“Oh Y/N.” He breathed, hand delicately wrapping around yours and squeezing. He had hoped it might bring you back into consciousness, but he knew better. That’s not how those things work.

“We killed them. The Djinn. But not before one of them got their hands on her, knocking her out.” Charlie tried to explain, standing idle at the foot of your bed.

Not daring to take his eyes off of you, Dean tried to pick his words carefully. “That doesn’t explain why she looks like this- Djinn knock you out with a touch.”

“She- she was protecting me. They had us tied up, and she-“ she choked on the words, unable to speak much more.

“Hey, hey it okay.” Sam nodded, patting her shoulder.

If Dean had the energy he would have probably faintly smiled at what she had said. Of course you were protecting her. Y/N Y/L/N. Ever the hero. You valued saving lives above everything else. That was one of the reasons why he got feelings for you in the first place. You found a cause and you served it.

“She hasn’t woken up since.”

At that Dean looked over his shoulder, eyebrows knitting together. “You killed them right? All of them?”

“Yeah. I made sure of it. That’s why it doesn’t make sense.” Charlie echoed, going back to chewing on her nails, eyes fixed on you.

Sam knew that the last thing Dean was going to do was leave your side. With you in such a state Dean would probably be glued to the chair next to your bed.

“I’ll tell you what, Charlie and I will grab our laptops and try to see if we can’t figure this out. There has to be something in the lore that can help-“

“Help what?!” Dean snapped, eyes suddenly blazing, “her busted face?! And god knows what else?!”

“Two fractured ribs and a broken leg-“ Charlie mumbled, eyes now firmly locked on the linoleum tiles beneath her feet.

At that, Dean let out another shaky breath, his hand rubbing against his jaw. He hated this. He hated that this was one of those times where he couldn’t just fix everything.

“Okay, I’ll try calling Cas. See if he can’t help us.”

“Alright. I’ll go grab my stuff from the car.” Sam sighed, casting you one more solemn look before retreating out the door with Charlie in tow.

Sinking down slowly into the chair besides you, Dean slipped his hand back into your own. He needed to feel that you were still alive. He needed something to help keep him tethered.

“Y/N if you don’t wake up I swear-“ he swallowed, finding the words catching in his throat again. “God, I don’t know what I would do. I need you to wake up. I need you to hear me.”

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I totally understand if you decide not to do this request, but could you do one where the reader is very pregnant wants to induce labor by having sex with Daveed?

I kind of write a little bit of anything. Except underage fics. If I get an ask where the reader or the person they’re paired with are underage, I’m deleting it.

When you found out you were pregnant, you and your boyfriend were beyond excited. You did everything you could think of from baby showers to small photo shoots to mark every week that went by. You had never seen Daveed so happy. His face always lit up the moment you entered the room. He would make his way to you and give you a kiss, then his hand would find its way to your growing belly. 

Now, here you were past your due date and still no baby. You were almost an entire week past your due date. Your doctor told you this happens from time to time. Dr. Holmes gave you the liberty to try to induce labor on your own before you officially reached 41 weeks. 

In three days, you tried exercising, eating spicy foods, and eating pineapples for a day. The natural remedies seemed to be failing you. The closer you were to a week, the more you realized, you might end up getting induced with medication.

“I’m so sick of being pregnant”, you groaned, “Almost everything is sore and I’m so tired”

“Is there anything I can do?”, Daveed asked as he took you by the hand and rubbed small circles against your knuckles

“No. We tried everything we could think of and nothing worked. I’ll call Dr. Holmes tomorrow and tell here to schedule us to come in”

Hearing your sigh of defeat made his heart sink. You had your mind set in a natural delivery and at this rate it might not happen. 

“There is one more way”, he revealed, “I never brought it up because I didn’t think you would want to try it out”

“What is it?”

“You know sex induces labor, right?”

Your eyes widened. You’ve heard about it before, yet somehow in the midst of it all, it evaded your memory. You weren’t even sure if it would work, but at this point anything would help.

“How does it work?”

Daveed sat up with you in bed and kissed your cheek.

“All I have to do it get you to cum, then cum inside you and boom we have a baby”

“So, the same thing that got us in this situation in the first place?”, you asked with a laugh, “I bet you it doesn’t even work”

“Maybe it will, but you’re on”, he smirked, “Are you alright with this?”

“I’m down if you are”

Daveed grinned as he told you to stay where you were. You were sitting up in bed with your back against the headboard. He leaned in to give you a heated kiss. It’s been awhile since he’s kissed you with such fervor. 

He pulled down the straps of your tank top and softly squeezed your breasts. When he heard your moans, he knew he could squeeze a little harder. His lips met with the nape of your neck as he softly nibbled on your spot. 

“Daveed”, you sighed as you felt him roll your nipples between his fingers 

As he pinched them, he couldn’t help but grin as you cursed under your breath. He bit down harder and you could barely think straight. Damn inducing labor, you just wanted to cum. As much as you hated to admit, the closer you were to your due date, Daveed began to touch you less and less. 

Daveed became a man possessed. He desperately wanted to make you cum to make up for lost time, but he was also ready for the baby to be here. He gave wet, sloppy kisses up and down your neck. You might as well have been putty in his hands. 

The minute his lips wrapped around your nipple while still rolling the other between his fingers, you knew you were done for. He gently sucks as he rubs circles against your clit. Your head was spinning. 

Your thighs closed effectively trapping his arm between your legs. As you reached your peak, Daveed doubled his efforts. He didn’t stop until you were cumming as you screamed his name. 

He dipped his fingers into your soaked pussy and brought them to his lips. He moans at how sweet you taste.

“I guess the pineapple was a good idea after all”, Daveed mused 

The second the sentence left his lips, he felt the pillow smack him in the face. He grabbed it before you could hit him again, then threw it across the room. Your eyes trailed down his biceps. You never noticed the patch of hair on his chest had grown thicker. His beard had also grown. 

He could see you biting your lip as you oggled him. 

“You’re looking at me as if you’ve never seen me before”

“Give me a break. It’s been a while and you look good”

He thanked you as he leaned in to give you another kiss. The only acceptable position for now was for you to get on top. Daveed gladly threw his clothes to the side and laid in the middle of the bed. 

He held your waist as you slowly lowered yourself down on his cock. Your name is a soft moan on his lips as he feels how you tighten around him. While he waits for you to get comfortable, he takes a moment to get himself together. The last thing he wants to do is finish before you do. 

Your hands were placed on his shoulders as you gently rock your hips. Daveed tries to keep himself from pushing you too far. You feel his fingers dig into your skin as you take your time. 

“Do you know how good you look? Riding my cock like this?”

He winces as you return the favor, digging your finger into his shoulders as you moan. 

“We should do this more often. After you’re done healing, I can’t to have you on top of me while I fuck you like I did in New York”

“Oh my God”

The location alone brought back those memories from your visit to New York. Daveed asked you to ride him and he controlled the pace, fucking you like some whore he’d just met. You were barely able to move the next day.

He cursed when you squeezed around him again. 

“You want me to cum already, don’t you?”, he simpered

“That’s the goal, isn’t it? Milk you until cum?”

With one hand released from your hips, he had to grip the sheets to keep his cool.

“(Y/N)...”

“That’s what you wanted nine months ago. To cum inside me. Get me pregnant. Fuck me while I’m pregnant”

“Fuck”

You grind your hips against him rougher than before. You know you’re going to cum pretty soon. Daveed was barely keeping himself together. He was ready to fill you once again. It grew quiet between you two with the exception of your breathing. 

Daveed gripped your hips tighter as you finally came around him with a scream. He watched as you came undone before him. He followed soon after shooting hot ropes of cum inside you. 

You remain on top of him as you come down from your respective highs. 

“If this doesn’t work out”, you panted, “At least we had our last hurrah for who knows how long”

“That’s the spirit”

Daveed falls asleep next to you later that evening. In the wee hours of the morning, he hears you calling his name as you hold your stomach. 

“Does this mean I win the bet?”

“Daveed, so help me. Now it not the time”

#daveed diggs x reader. #daveed diggs drabble #drabble #anon

[goldrushzukka]

1, 2, 7, 8, 9. (Sorry, i know that's like...all of them)

1. what themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often?

i love writing coming out storylines. it’s not really that they’re uncommon, i just find a lot of catharsis in them. 

2. what are some common elements of stories you are tired of seeing? what would you avoid writing about?

i tend to avoid writing sibling dynamics bc i’m an only child and therefore not really. qualified. i love reading it though!! 

7. favourite description in your WIP?

it was really hard to pick one so i have a few answers for this bc i love to talk about myself so. (under the cut bc JESUS this got long but spoilers for and i’ll do anything you say (read it here!) ahead!!!)

- from chapter 2:

Sokka looks at him, a fantasy come to life, and takes off his stupid sweatpants.

He throws them at Zuko’s head, and earns himself a short burst of that real laugh, shocked and unguarded.

“You asshole,” Zuko says. He sits up and grabs Sokka’s hand, pulling him down on top of him. Something comes alive under Sokka’s skin where Zuko’s fingers graze his wrist. He calls it lust and ignores the fact that it feels nothing like it.

Zuko kisses him, his mouth still in the shape of laughter, and the alive thing screams for his attention. Sokka buries it and hopes it won’t deafen him before they’re done.

im very fond of this whole chapter (i think it’s probably my favourite? it was definitely the easiest to write) but i really love looking back on this part particularly now that we’re in the angsty part of the story bc this is where it all started. yes technically it started in chapter 1 but this is when sokka starts to fall for zuko. this is the beginning of all those pesky non-casual feelings that he’s going to pretend don’t exist until someone else calls him out on them.

- also from chapter 2:

He’s forty-five minutes late already, and when he knocks, a woman made of pursed lips and sharp angles answers the door. She looks elegant and expensive the same way a skyscraper does. Or a cache of medieval weaponry.

“Oh,” Sokka says, digging into his pocket to find the map on his phone. “I must have the wrong place, sorry -”

She looks him up and down, her eyes narrowed in a way that feels violent and practiced, and her smirk turns distasteful. Sokka risks a glance down at himself, at his torn up jeans - not distressed, just torn - and the Madonna t-shirt he’s pretty sure actually belongs to Katara, and thinks she might have a point. The bag in his hand feels heavier when her eyes land on it.

“Zuzu,” the woman calls into the apartment, “your dinner’s here.”

“I didn’t order -” Zuko appears in the doorway, bitter frustration in his expression as he looks at the woman.

His eyes fall on Sokka, though, and his face clears into a light-pollution smile.

this is technically two so i will start with: i love azula. i haven’t found any room to bring her back yet but believe me i am LOOKING. she’s hot and mean and gay and i LOVE HER. oh also insider scoop but suki’s date from earlier in this chapter.......WAS azula. they probably won’t see each other again because once azula met sokka and connected his face to the Best Friends Forever picture frame on suki’s desk she stopped answering the phone.

pt 2: i’ve had a couple of comments mention the “light-pollution smile” line specifically and i am always so happy to read them bc yeah. YEAH. i’ll admit it. that line HITS. 

- from chapter 4:

He sets his phone down - only, he doesn’t. He misses the table by a mile, and in his scramble to catch his phone before it breaks on the hardwood floor and wakes Momo on the cushion beside him, his hand finds the lip of his cereal bowl, and then that’s falling, too. He manages to catch the phone, but something in his head gets lost in translation on its way down his arms, and he ends up with a boxers-only lap full of soggy Cheerios.

Momo gets a splash of milk on his back and hisses at Zuko for his crimes, and somehow that’s the worst part of it.

haley @fruitysokka said that this passage reads like an action movie and i think about it all the time. (thank u haley i love u)

- lastly this extended metaphor from chapter 6:

The soup is good, once the heat of it clears him up enough to taste it. It’s thick and warm and there’s enough pepper that Sokka gets a kick from it even in his condition. He feels it all the way down his throat and into his stomach, where it mixes with the prickly nervousness he’s feeling from Zuko’s attention.

He sets the bowl down on the table and asks, eyes stuck on his hands in Momo’s fur where he’s climbed into his lap, “How was the date?”

“It was good, actually,” Zuko says. “Jet seems like a nice guy. He’s very - uh - passionate, I guess you could call it? He’s a climate and human rights activist.”

The spines of Sokka’s nervousness turn to daggers.

...

“I said yes. We’re getting lunch on Sunday.”

The daggers are swords now, and Sokka’s heart sinks down, down, down, right to the hilt.

...

“I’ll text you when I’m home,” Zuko promises, and Sokka’s heart skewers itself on a second sword.

Zuko’s smile when Sokka says, “Thank you for the soup,” is a third.

The door closing behind him is a fourth.

The silence as Sokka shuffles back to bed is every single one that remains.

something something canon swordsmen something pride comes before the fall something chivalry fell on his sword from eden by hozier. you guys get it i dont have to explain myself

8. favourite dialogue in your WIP?

ok so i cant share my actual favourite dialogue bc it's a spoiler for chapter 8 and i technically haven't written it yet (it's in my brain just.....plaguing me) but it's GOOD i SWEAR so. once again i have more than one answer bc actually? i love this fic and im proud of it. deal with it.

- from chapter 1:

“Hey, stranger,” Sokka says, still watching him in the mirror. The corner of Zuko’s mouth ticks up.

“You’re not following me, are you?” Zuko’s tone is seductive, endlessly so, and Sokka wonders while he dries his hands if he has to put it on or if he just sounds like that.

“You give a guy one compliment and he thinks you’re stalking him,” Sokka mutters, and Zuko laughs, low and enticing. Not the genuine, endearing laugh of this morning, but one with an agenda.

Well. Sokka always likes a plan.

“Are you following me? ” Sokka asks. He spies a miraculous dry patch on the sink bank and tries to be casual about the way he hops up to sit on it.

“I might be,” Zuko says, and at Sokka’s raised eyebrow, he continues, “I saw you at the bar and I wanted to talk to you. Sue me.”

“You wanted to talk.”

“Amongst other things.”

as a chronically awkward person i am INSANELY proud of the flirting in this fic. no idea if it would work in a real life situation. excited to never find out bc im not about to use lines from my fanfiction on real women. 

- from chapter 2

“You must be Suki,” Zuko says. He meets her gaze, and his fingers go still under Momo’s chin.

“And you’re Zuko,” Suki replies, her smile all different shades of intimidating. “I’d shake your hand, but I know where it’s just been.”

i wrote this entire scene just so i could have suki say this. im not even joking. suki is my favourite part of this entire fic and its not even ABOUT her.

- from chapter 3:

When Sokka crosses the room and slips under the covers beside him, Zuko says, “I can leave, if you want. I can go home.”

...

He asks, still barely hovering over Zuko, “What if I don’t want that?”

Zuko swallows. “I can stay.”

“So stay,” Sokka says, and lays his head down on Zuko’s chest.

i just think it’s sweet. i like it a lot. makes my heart hurt a little when i think about it. 

- from chapter 4:

[Suki // 15:13] there is a LOT of chmpagrjn

[Suki // 15:13] cahpmhagne

[Suki // 15:13] chsanpghn

[Suki // 15:14] alcohol :)

once again: suki is the best part of this whole fic. i love her so much. she is the reason the word bestie exists. im really proud of the texting in this fic bc it’s my first time actually including it in fic and it’s turned out really well!!

- ok last one bc i just realised this is turning into a novel. from chapter 4:

“How’s my baby?”

Zuko glances down at Momo, batting at the untied laces of his shoes with one determined paw. “He’s doing just fine.”

“And how’s Momo?”

“He’s - what?”

are there better written, more narratively important and emotive lines in this fic? yes. is this the best part of the entire thing? also yes. i invented the jin/yue wedding because i needed a reason for zuko to have a key in what became chapter 6, but sometimes i think the entire fic exists just for this exchange. best dialogue i have ever written.

9. what scene was the hardest for you to write and why?

the start of chapter 6 of aidays was difficult. i kept wanting to skip ahead to the meaty parts - i.e, zuko and his soup - but i didn’t want to do sokka a disservice like that. it was also really hard to maintain the balance of accurately describing the delirium of illness while still being coherent for the reader? so that took me a couple of days to get right.

#dreamrena #ask game #this got AWAY from me #anyway. #theres.....that #asks #mine #and ill do anything you say #might as well go in the tag since its all i talk about in this #uhhh. enjoy? #i have more thoughts on literally all of aidays so. at the risk of sounding even more in love w myself than i do in this already. #if theres anything else anyone would like to know more about (excluding spoilers obv) i am MORE than happy to talk about it #sam winchester voice The Lore

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I Will Wait for You--Michael Clifford (Running Back to You Part 2 wwii au)

Here’s part 2! So sorry it took so long to post, I started  writing it but then changed the dynamic halfway through so this would be Michael’s point of view. I can do a final part in Luke’s perspective and to wrap it up, so please let me know! :)

A/N: “lovie” is reader from Running back to you:)

Running Back to You

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: slight trauma from nightmares, not too major, implied smut

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Michael jerked awake. A choked gasp escaped his lips as he took in his surroundings, he could still hear the echo of the bomb that went off in his subconscious, leaving his ears ringing. He blinks as hard as he can, recognizing the shadows of his new apartment he rents then panics when he can’t see through his left eye.

The memories come fast as flashes. The grenade that sent him flying from Luke. Flash. Immense pain that soon disappeared on the left side of his face. Flash. The doctor telling him his eye is gone. Flash. Staring at his reflection in the mirror for hours trying to adjust to the bare, sunken in skin where his eye used to be. Flash. Being half in the light and half in the dark for the rest of his life.

He’s thankful he just lost the eye, he’s thankful every day that he’s still alive but it’s taking him a lot longer to adjust than he thought. Swinging his legs over the edge of his bed, he snatches up his eye patch and slips it over his head. He presses down on the edges making sure it’s secure before pushing off the bed and pushes the curtains open.

It’s almost dawn, the burning orange and brilliant pink sky greet him in good morning over the waves of the ocean. Michael cranes his neck to the right and he can just see Luke’s new house. Guilt creeps up Michael’s neck, he hasn’t spoken to Luke in three weeks. He felt embarrassed to see him and confront him with the truth after they left the train station.

After meeting his girl and new daughter, Michael was desperate to see his own dame, Peg. After assuring Luke that Michael would be fine getting to her house on his own, he was filled with nerves once more. Still in his uniform, Michael stepped heavily on her front porch steps then knocked twice and rang the doorbell.

He twiddled the brim of his hat, breath shaking as he waited for the door to open. There’s a commotion behind it, then he’s looking at Peg. Her golden hair pinned up with a barrette made of pearls, she’s prettier than he remembered. Her eyes widened as she took him in, Michael noticed her gaze linger on his eye patch.

“Hi Peg,” he sighed unsteadily, still twisting his hat, “I’m sorry I didn’t get to write. After the liberation and between my surgery I didn’t have time to write to you.”

“That’s…that’s okay, Michael,” she said quietly still staring at his patch.

“I know it’s a lot to get used to, I’m still getting used to it myself,” he chuckled touching the protruding fabric. “But the rest of me is still here, I’m home. Don’t I deserve a hug?” he was half joking the last bit but after witnessing Luke and his girl embrace so tightly back at the station, it left him in uneasiness that Peg didn’t react the same way.

“Oh…yes,” she said then wrapped him in a loose hug.

Michael could only get a small whiff of her lilac soap before she pulled away too quickly. Something was wrong. Has she already decided not to love him anymore because of his eye?

“I’m sorry—”

“Who’s at the door darling? Dinner’s getting—oh, hello,” a man appeared behind Peg. Tall as Michael but with slicked back black hair and a crisp suit.

Michael understood everything. Why Peg seemed so uncomfortable, why she didn’t jump into his arms like Luke’s girl did. She’d already moved on and left Michael none the wiser.

“I’m Chip, who are you sir? Thank you for your service,” Chip held out his hand, but Michael didn’t take it.

“Why don’t you tell him who I am, Peg?” Michael said in a clipped voice.

“Chip this is Michael, he’s my—he was my—”

“We were seeing each other,” Michael added in, his anger rising over the hurt he was trying to push down. “Clearly I didn’t get the memo it’s over while I was halfway across the world.”

“I thought you were dead,” Peg tried to reason, her eyes filled with tears. Chip stood there awkwardly during the exchange.

“Couldn’t wait to get actual word before you found someone to cure your broken heart?” Michael shook his head and turned from the door. He ignored Peg’s voice begging for him to come back, to let her explain but Michael kept walking.

He’d wanted to go to Luke but after witnessing his perfect reunion with his girl and new baby Alice, Michael felt ashamed. He felt subpar compared to what Luke had and it gnawed at him in the worst way. He read the letters Luke sent but didn’t reply to them. The guilt pressed on, but his nightmares pressed harder.

Michael changed quickly into dark slacks and a buttoned shirt; suddenly his apartment became too suffocating. He walked along the street, breathing in the fresh ocean air until he stopped at The Comfort Diner, his new favorite spot.

He’s thankful for it because it opens early and doesn’t close until extremely late in the evening. So, whenever he can’t sleep because of the nightmares, he finds himself in one of the red chairs at the swirling counter and orders the same thing. A strawberry milkshake and a burger with fries.

One of the waitresses, Cherry, always took his order with a kind smile. He likes Cherry because she never gawked at his eye patch but treated him like any other customer. Michael told her what happened with Peg and she offered her apologies and even called Peg some very rude names for what she did.

She’s also incredibly beautiful.

Michael is shocked and frozen in the entrance when he spots Luke sitting at Michael’s usual place. There’s already food in front of him, and Cherry stands nearby with a book propped open next to the register.

“Hi Michael,” Cherry greets cheerily. She bookmarks her place then skips to where Luke is sitting. “Your buddy here said you’d show up this morning, and he’s right. Can I get ya a coffee?”

Michael’s eye darts between Cherry and Luke, who is also staring back at Michael. His expression is unreadable as Michael shuffles to his chair. He sits down heavily then nods to Cherry. When she disappears behind the kitchen door, Michael glances at Luke.

“I’ve been waiting here since half past four,” Luke says, his finger circling the rim of his own coffee mug. “Cherry and I got to talking because my nightmares leave me awake and she said a fellow soldier frequents here with the same type of nightmares. Funny how it’s my best friend who lives just a few minutes from here and a few blocks from me.”

“Luke, I’m sorry. I—”

“Why didn’t you tell me what happened with Peg?” Luke cuts him off, his eyes piercing Michael’s green. “We fought the same war; we see the same nightmares and we could have helped each other all this time. Lovie told me to give you space, let you cope but after two weeks I didn’t know if I’d see you again.”

“I felt embarrassed,” Michael confesses. “You have the picture-perfect life and I’m damaged and loveless. I didn’t want you to see me as weak.”

Luke rolls his eyes. “You aren’t weak at all, Mike. Don’t disappear on me again, yeah?”

Michael nods and accepts Luke’s pat on the back just as Cherry bristles out with a steaming mug of coffee.

“Milk and sugar’s already in there for ya,” she smiles.

“Thanks Cherry,” Michael sighs and accepts the hot liquid. It helps ease his tangled thoughts; it quiets the buzzing.

Luke watches her skip back to her place at the register, opening her book once more then squints his eyes at Michael.

“What?”

“Cherry’s quite the dish and she clearly thinks you’re good looking as well. Ask her on a date.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not? Are you still hung up on Peg? What she did was horrible, you don’t deserve that, and she doesn’t deserve you feeling this way.”

“What nightmares do you see?” Michael asks taking a sip of his coffee while also trying to deter the topic of conversation.

“Everything. The bombs, the towns…that officer’s family,” Luke finishes hollowly. “I wake in a cold sweat every night.”

“I see them too. But I mainly relive the bombs, and when I wake up, I forget my eye is gone. I have to process that loss all over again…do you wake lovie up?”

“Sometimes, but that’s when I’m…screaming,” Luke gulps. “I forget where I am sometimes but when I hear her voice…I know I’m safe.”

“I’m glad she’s your safe space, Luke. And I’m sorry for disappearing, I promise I won’t do that again. Solitude is worse than I thought.”

“It’s the beast in you, yeah?” Luke grins and they’re back to normal. “Come out with me and lovie tonight. There’s a dance club near the boardwalk that always lingers to the beach.”

“I’m not much of a dancer,” Michael shakes his head.

“Neither am I. Hey Cherry, do you like to dance?” Luke calls over. Michael is horrified but Cherry is radiant.

“Sure, I do!”

“Meet us at the Nostalgic Club say about eight o’clock?”

**

When Luke and lovie came to retrieve Michael for a night of dancing, Luke made him change into his uniform. Apparently, it was a special night for those who served, a welcome back home soirée.

“Cherry’s one lucky lady,” lovie smiles at Michael when he comes out in his uniform.

The nightclub is already hopping when the three arrive. A jazz band plays loudly and exuberantly onstage while couples are jiving and flipping over each other with the music. There are indeed a lot of men in uniform, and a few ladies as well. The atmosphere is buzzing, and Michael lands his eye on Cherry who’s wearing a pearlescent dress, her hair pinned exquisitely atop her head. She’s breathtaking.

The group cross the dancefloor to a smiling Cherry and Michael feels self-conscious. How is he supposed to dance with her looking like a vision? He’s surprised he didn’t trip over his feet already.

The girls are introduced and soon they all have drinks in their hand, feet tapping to the music. It’s not long after that lovie pulls Luke to the dancefloor, the pair stepping in time with the other couples easily. Michael and Cherry exchange nervous smiles.

“You’re not a dancer, are you?” Cherry asks kindly.

“Not the fast-paced kind, no,” Michael chuckles watching her sip her kiddie cocktail.

“Do you want to head out to the beach? It’s a little stuffy in here,” Cherry scrunches her nose up in an adorable way.

Michael is quick to agree, leading her outside with his hand on the small of her back. Once they reach the beach, they sit on the cemented steps along the perimeter of the sand. Michael sets his hat next to him and Cherry sits a little close, he can smell her perfume. It’s floral and fruity, almost like strawberries.

They sit in silence watching the waves crash upon the shore, the moonlight glittering the spray. The music can still be heard along with laughter and chatter. It’s a comfortable sort of silence.

“Michael?”

“Hm?”

“What happened to your eye? I know I’m prying, but I’ve heard talking about it helps and I’m willing to listen. If you’d like to, that is.”

He looks at her with his good eye, he desperately wishes he could see her without the feeling of being half in darkness. He can tell she’s genuine in her questioning.

“It was a grenade,” he starts quietly, “we were walking in the street of a small town. I have no idea where it came from. All I remember is being flung away from Luke and everything went black. When I came to, everything was…red and black and blurry. My ears were ringing but Luke was talking to me…I think I was running on adrenaline. Sometimes it feels like it’s still there.”

Cherry grabs his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“That’s what my nightmares are about. In my dreams I can still see, then the bomb goes off and I’m back in this weird…dark and light space.”

“How often do you dream of that?”

“Nearly every night,” he sighs, he gives her hand an involuntary squeeze.

They’re silent once more, Michael hopes he hasn’t scared her off. They listen to the big band play, more swing music and then it switches to a softer ballad, one that Michael likes. The familiar trumpet croons into the late summer night, and the lead singer’s voice starts the rendition of Harry James’ ‘It’s Been a Long, Long Time.’ Michael stands to his feet, pulling Cherry up with him.

“This, I can dance to,” he smiles. She returns his smile and fits into the curve of his arms perfectly. They sway in the sand and Michael starts to sing softly in her ear, “it’s been a long, long time haven’t felt like this, my dear since I can’t remember when…”

“You have a lovely voice,” Cherry sighs and hums along with his singing.

The song comes to a close, Michael stares down at Cherry as she stares back at him.

Kiss me once

He leans down and gives her the faintest kiss.

Then kiss me twice

He pulls back and looks at her once more, she gives him a gentle nod, so he kisses her twice.

Then kiss me once again

It’s only a fraction of a second that he pulls back before he presses his lips to hers for good. They kiss and dance under the moonlight until Luke and lovie find them.

**

It’s their twelfth date and it’s ended at Michael’s apartment, the record player playing their song as they kiss silently on his couch. Their fingers worked on buttons then Michael hoisted her onto his lap, his fingers slipping beneath the skirt of her dress. Cherry’s fingers scratched up his sideburns and into his hair. When she meets with the strap of his eye patch he freezes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she pants removing her hand quickly.

“No, it’s—it’s okay,” he swallows harshly, his green eye focused on her. “Do you…do you want to see what it looks like? It usually starts to hurt around this time, the fabric digs into my skin.”

“Only if you’re comfortable,” she nods leaning back.

Michael lifts his arms and removes the strap from behind his head, then lifts the patch off his face. The skin is sunken in and folded over a little in the center, but the circumference is smooth. Cherry lifts her fingers then pauses midair, eyes shifting to Michael who nods giving her permission. She touches the skin delicately.

It’s plush yet tough at the same time, Michael sighs at her caress.

“What do you think?” he asks.

Cherry looks into his eye then cradles his face in her hands.

“You’re the handsomest soldier I’ve ever seen,” she smiles then attaches her lips to his.

Being vulnerable in front of Cherry filled Michael with a new form of confidence. Soon, both were bare in the most intimate way, their bodies joining as one. Fingers locking and unlocking as pleasure rippled through them. They declared their love at the same time and when the moment of euphoria passed, Cherry kissed the space of skin.

“The beauty fell in love with the beast,” he whispers on her neck and her giggles drift into the night.

• • • •

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Move in [Ben Hardy x F!Reader]

Words : 3, 800 K +

Warnings : fluffy dorks, smut, reader being a drama queen

Summary : Ben ask Reader to move in and she overreact. 

Note :  Nothing much to say, two cutie pies being more adorable than ever !

☀ Masterlist ☀ 800 followers celebration !!! Christmas / Winter prompts !!!

You were so comfy at this precise moment. Snuggling against Ben, his warm skin flushed to your body, making you lazily moaned. You could stay here forever. And that what your boyfriend was asking you the next second :

“You should move in” You froze at his words. It was unexpected. “I mean for real, you practically already live here anyway” He added, his fingers gently stroking your tights as his gaze was on the t.v, a random movie was playing.

He was right, you spend a lot of nights at his place. You had been together for a little over a year now but since the first months you had been very cosy in his flat. It was a way larger apartment than yours, the bed was comfier, also closer from central London, everything was better in his flat. And also because you love sleeping with your Benny, in his strong but comfy arms, his lips always pressing sweet kisses on your back until you fall asleep. But were you ready to move in ? For real ? It felt like a giant step in a baby relationship.

“I...don’t you think it’s a bit early for that, Ben ?” You replied slowly but with a little smile, you didn’t wanted to hurt him with a no.

But he didn’t seems hurt at all, he only chuckled. His green orbs looking at you with a smirk, like he was expecting this answer from you. He half turned toward you and cupped your face with one hand to give you a kiss. A deep and hot one, the kind which always make your mind dizzy and your heart full. His tongue licked your bottom lip before taking his old spot back, still as amused as before.

“What’s that for ?” You asked, panting after such a kiss.

“You’re cute” He cupped your face again and pressed your cheeks to make you do a fish-face, which you quickly learnt he loved to do, and pecked your mouth playfully. “But I know what you’re trying to do, doll, and it’s useless”

“And what I am trying to do exactly, baby ?” You arched a brow and ran a hand in his blond locks that you loved very much. Especially at these length, perfect to be pulled when needed.

“We both know you’re dying to move in with me but you like to pretend you need to think about it, to not seems to eager” Ben winked and rolled over you, trapping your body under his broad and bare chest, still smirking. “But, come on, you’re sleeping here every night, doll. And, you’re paying your rent for nothing, it’s ridiculous” He pressed several kisses on your face, nibbling softly at your jaw and you sighed immediately.

You hummed in agreement and it was amazing how quickly Ben could make you weak, in a matter of few pecks on the right spots, your mind was clouded and ready to cave. He continued his assault for several seconds, his warm lips sucking on your thin skin of your neck, fingers tugging softly on your hairs.

“And also, you can’t spend a night away from me, too addicted to me, doll” He added in a cocky tone, biting harder on your skin and you hissed loudly.

You humphed and moved away from Ben, seating against the head bed with a pout.

“First of all, I’m not a chewing toy, thank you very much” You gently rubbed the little red patch on your neck before the blond pushed your hand and licked the redness, softening the bruise immediately. You fluttered your eyes and forgot for a second what you were about to say. “And...hum...oh! Yes, I can totally spend a night away from you, of course I can !”

“Oh yeah ? When was the last time you sleep at your place ?” Ben asked with a cocky grin, his nose bumping against yours and you could feel his hips rolling against you slowly, his cock hardening at every second.

“Easy, it was...” You furrowed your brows and chewed your bottom lip, trying to offer an answer to his question. You went to your place two weeks ago to grab more clothes but you didn’t stay more than ten minutes. You glanced at Ben who seemed pleased with your lack of reply. “It’s been a while, alright, maybe...three months ? I don’t remember but it’s just because your place is closer to my work. I can totally sleep at my flat alone, okay ?” You humped and crossed your arm, trying to ignore is warm breath tickling your cheek.

“Whatever you say, doll” The blond chuckled before kissing you lazily, lips barely moving as he opened your legs, resting his lower body between them.

“You don’t believe me ?” You sighed, the friction of his clothed but hard cock on your pussy was lightly distracting. For all answer, Ben snorted and slid his tongue back in your mouth, definitively in the mood.

But no, he wouldn’t get away so easily. You pushed away his head and get out of the bed, ignoring Ben’s groans.

“Doll, come back to bed” He plaided, lying on his back as he watched you. “What are you doing ?”

“I’m going back at my place, I’m proving you that I can sleep without you” The blond rolled his eyes and bended an arm under his head, eyes trailing on your half-naked body with delectation. “I know you don’t think I can but I can” You were a stubborn cow and your boyfriend just touched your pride, insinuating stupid things. Of course you could sleep by yourself.

“Doll...” Ben groaned from his spot as you get dressed quickly before sliding your shoes on. “I’m sorry, alright ? I believe you. Come back to me” You glanced at the tent in his underwear and scoffed.

“No, you’re just saying that to fuck me” You grabbed your phone and hand bag before pressing a quick peck on Ben’s pouting mouth. “I’m going back to my place and you” You softly squeezed his hard shaft through his brief. “Are gonna use your hand” You winked and made your way out of the flat, ignoring his calls.

**

“Fucking Ben” You groaned as you tossed and turned and tossed again.

The little fucker was right. When you arrived back at your place after forty-five minute of dirty underground you were annoyed and you could have kill for a warm bath. But, of course, you not being here for months, you didn’t know that you were no longer having hot water at your place. Also all your hairs and body products were...at Ben’s place. You had cursed and cried under a cold shower but you had survive. After that you had slid in an old pyjama then in your bed and it was rather nice, having all the space for you, no one to steal your blanket or pillow...maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to come back.

It last for approximatively fifteen minutes before you started missed Ben. The flat was quiet and you didn’t like it so you switched on the t.v. Then the bed sheets were cold and you didn’t know what to do with yours arms, usually they were around Ben’s frame. What were you doing with your arms before you started dating Ben ? An absolute mystery. So you decided to hug one of your pillow instead but the trick wasn’t working very well, it wasn’t warm like your boyfriend and certainly not smelling as good as him. Then the neighbours started to fuck like animals and you were so close to go back to Ben but you didn’t.

You practically didn’t sleep all night. Tossing and turning and tossing again. When your alarm rang through your room, you were already wide awake. And fucking exhausted. And mad against Ben because he was right.  But you would certainly not telling him that. You had some pride left.

You spent twenty minutes looking for your work clothes before calling Ben totally panicking. He laughed and told you they were at his place. You could see his smirk through the phone call. The bastard.

“You look exhausted, doll” That the first thing he said when you opened the door to let him in, your clothes in his hands. “Didn’t sleep well ?” He handed you a Starbucks cup and you knew what was inside without a doubt : A Cocoa Cloud Macchiato which was as good as dumb the name sounded.

You never bought coffee at Starbucks because it was expensive just for a drink with a stupid name but Ben loved to spoil you, always buying you one when he had time, knowing even if you pretended to not want it, secretly you were glowing.

“My neighbours fucked all night” You mumbled, taking a sip of the delicious drink. It wasn’t only because of your neighbours but he didn’t need to know that.

“Some of us had been lucky” The blond commented with a knowing glance and you rolled your eyes but pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Could have been us” He pouted and grabbed you by the waist before you could take a step back, his lips falling on yours with avidity.

After a long good morning kiss, you opened your cupboard to only find a packet of old crispbread, hard like a rock and obviously not good to eat anymore. Ben hid his laugh with a cough but the amusement in his eyes were enough to tell you that he found the situation very funny. You ignored him and moved to your fridge to find only an expired bottle of milk which smelled like a rotten egg and a rotten packet of ham. The smell coming from the fridge almost make you throw up. You quickly closed it and crouched your nose in disgust. You could forget breakfast today.

“Don’t say anything” You raised your hand in front of Ben’s face and he gave you an innocent smile.

“Wasn’t about to, doll” He took out his phone and scrolled on it, letting out a lazy yawn.

You took a long sip of the drink, sighing with pleasure at the bitter-sweet taste rolling down your throat. Your stomach grumbled from the anger and you pouted, feeling your boyfriend’s amused gaze on you. He knew he was winning.

“Hungry ?” You shook your head negatively and another noise coming from your stomach echoed in the room, making him smirked. You pouted at his attitude and he chuckled softly. “Aaw my little doll, don’t be all grumpy on me” He slid his arm around your waist, kissing your neck sweetly and you felt immediately better at his familiar scent. “Got your favourite pastries in my car...and I’m not working today, I can drive you to work” You hummed happily and relaxed in his embrace, wondering why you didn’t just move in his place as soon as he offered.

“You’re the best” You turned around and gave him a quick peck before putting on your work clothes, Ben’s gaze not leaving you for a second. “I’m going to brush my teeth and I’m ready to go” You announced and the blond acquiesced before throwing in the bin his empty coffee cup.

You walked to the bathroom and cursed at the sight of your old toothbrush, not looking in a very good shape. You opened every drawers but you couldn’t find any toothpaste in the bathroom, you came back with a grimace and Ben gave you a smug smile.

“Here, chewing-gum, doll” You sent him a death glare but took the gum anyway, throwing it in your mouth with a tired sight. The universe wanted you to move in with Ben but his sufficient smirk was pushing to keep going.

**

After a quick stop at the shop, you came back at your flat, handful with errands. Now, you were ready to live properly in your place. Ben texted you if you wanted to come to his place tonight for a movie and you accepted but you left around ten, saying it was time for you to go back home. He rolled his eyes and told you that you were ridiculous.

“Doll, for god’ sake, just stay here tonight” Ben called from the bed, naked in all his glory after your previous activities, and it was really hard to leave.

“Love you Benny” You murmured against his lips and left the flat, feeling absolutely dumb with your attitude.  

You took a cab, too tired to take the bus or underground and pushed the creaky door of your flat, already regretting to have left Ben. But you wanted to prove something to your boyfriend and to yourself. You were a bit too dependent from Ben and it wasn’t that long since you were together. You could survive, just needed some time to readapt to your old flat. You snuggled under the heavy blanket and were ready to sleep.

But nothing. Your neighbours weren’t fucking tonight but they were listening to some rap music very loud – and very bad – and it was even worse than shagging. You almost cried when you tried to close your window and it was stuck, letting the cold wind of London’s night entered your flat. Everything was great. Ben sent you a snap, showing his pretty bare chest and plum lips with the very smart caption : i miss ur pretty pussy. You groaned and rolled your eyes, he was a big fan of sextos and usually you loved that but right now, you just wanted to be comfortable in your own flat. Also, you had trouble to make yourself cum with your fingers since you discovered Ben’s, thicker and much more skilled than yours. So it wasn’t the time to become horny. When another snap came with his hand palming his hard cock through his underwear, you suppressed a moan and switched your phone in plane mode.

You fell asleep for what seemed five minutes before being awaken by a loud bang, making you jumped on your bed. You checked the time, not even one in the morning. You were about to turn around and shook Ben to see what happen but you only met the empty side of your bed. Shit. You switched on the light and made your way in the kitchen, a heavy book in your hand in case there were any danger. Heart beating loudly against your chest, you almost had a heart attack at the sight : A big, fat rat was wandering freely on your floor, his little nasty eyes watching you and squealing.

You gasped loudly and cursed. You knew the rat was coming from your other neighbours, not the serial fuckers but the other one, the dirty one. You had complain at least ten times to your landlord but it had been useless, they were fucking dirty, living in a real garbage dump but they were paying there rent so who cared right ?

You decided you had enough. Ben had win and you wanted to move in right now. You quickly get dress and grabbed few of your things before walking to the bus stop, sighing deeply.

“Hello ?” His sexy, sleepy voice warmed your frame as soon as you heard him. “You’re alright, doll ?”

“I’m moving in” You grumbled and waved to the bus driver before entering it, swapping your oyster card on the machine and taking the first free seat. “You were right, I can’t sleep without you and my flat sucks”

“Well, well, well...I’m not sure if the offer is still on” Ben teased with an amused voice, thick with tiredness but always managed to sound hot. “You know, I’m a bit offend after you turn down my offer, doll. Wasn’t very nice”

You let out a noise of annoyance and he chuckled softly, tutting at your attitude.

“Maybe I can find a way to make you forgive me” You murmured with a flirty tone, chewing your bottom lip.

“Yeah ? Like what ?” He replied with a cocky tone. “Tell me, doll”

“I’m in the bus Ben, I will show you at home” You blushed a bit at the glance of the woman seating next to you and pretended to looked by the window.

“kay, hurry up doll, the bed is cold without you”

**

You inserted the key and entered Ben’s building, sighing with relief. Home. You quickly climbed the three floors and let yourself inside the flat, smiling stupidly at the familiarity of the place.

“Hey stranger” Ben greeted you from the kitchen, a mug of tea in his hand.

“Hi, baby” You breathed out and grabbed his face to press an eager kiss to his lips. He tasted like his tea, warm and sweet from the drop of honey. Home. “You were so fucking right, I don’t want to put a foot back into this shitty flat” You tucked yourself under his arm and melted against his warm skin, stilling a sip or two from his tea.

“What happened ?”

“Mmm, I missed you too much, you’re my personal pillow now” You nuzzled against him and purred when he kissed chastely your hairs, squeezing you tightly. “And I saw a rat in my kitchen, yuk” He snorted and you imitated him, knowing how stupid all this story had been.

“Well, I’m happy you decided to move in with me” Ben replied and you put the empty cup in the sink, his hand grabbing yours to walk to the bedroom. “It’s boring when you’re not here” He complained and fell on the bed, opening his arms for you.

“You saying that because now we can fuck whenever we want” You giggled and dropped your head on his shoulder, keeping your gaze on him.

“True but I also missed your cooking and cleaning when you weren’t here” You gasped outrageously at his sexist remark and he snorted loudly. “Kidding doll, we both know you can’t cook for shit”

You slapped his shoulder with a pout and he laughed louder, his arms around your waist, not letting move from his embrace.

“I swear it was my last joke, doll” You gave him an annoyed glance and he pressed several kisses on your pouty lips. “I really missed you last night. The flat is too quiet when you’re not here and I love to cuddle you in bed, you’re just the perfect size in my arms” He added and spooned you, his mouth murmuring right into your ear. “I love you” He brushed a kiss on your temple and you turned around, facing him with a little smile.

“I love you too” You murmured against his lips before rolling on the top of him.

“Watcha doing ?” He lazily asked, mouth still pressing against each other.

You broke the kiss and slid between his legs, giving your best doe-eyes as he bit his bottom lip.

“I still need your pardon” You replied with a cocky grin, your hands pushed down his pants and underwear in a swift movement, exposing his half-hard length.

“Was kidding, doll, you know that” He weakly answered, his mouth already parted as your nails grazed very softly on his cock. “You don’t have to do anything”

“But I’m want too” You purred and grabbed his shaft, pumping him few times until he was fully hard, pretty moans escaping his throat. “So beautiful Benny” You complimented and let a light kiss on the tip of his cock, making it twitched at the gesture.

“Fuck doll...” He snatched his hips strongly, begging for more and you happily complied, wrapping your lips around him as your hand worked on his balls. “Shit, shit, shit !”

You slowly sucked the tip, taking your sweet time, tongue caressing his length until he begged you for more. You relaxed your jaw as much as you could and swallowed him until his pubic bone touched your nose, a strangle cry leaving his parted lips. You gagged slightly when he bucked inside you, immediately apologising.

“Good, baby ?” You asked after letting his cock out.

“So, so good, doll” One of his arm was on his head, completely lost in pleasure and the sight only could have made you cum. “Always so good with me”

You took him until half length and started bobbing your head up and down, tongue caressing every of his little veins as he made the prettiest noises of contentment you ever heard. His chest was covered in thin coat of sweat, his Adam's apple moving quickly in his throat and he slid his other hand in your hairs, showing you the rhythm he needed to come. You followed his desires and in a matter of minutes, he was a mess of dirty moans and filthy praising,

“M’ so close (Y/N)” You softly rubbed his thighs and continued to suck him, keeping a steady rhythm until you felt his cock twitched and emptying itself into your mouth. Hot and sticky spurs of his load coating your throat and you swallowed without a second thought, making sure he was completely done before releasing his shaft. “Holly shit, doll” He chuckled with a panting chest as you pushed back his brief and pants before crawling next to him, loving his dishevelled state.

“Am I forgiven ?” You purred against his ear, moving his arm away to slid at your favourite spot, letting a light kiss on his flushed skin.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that ?” He said with a lazy smile, few strands of hairs sticking on his forehead. You simply smiled and gently bit his jaw, loving how fucked he looked right now. “And yes, you’re more than forgiven. Now, you turn to feel good” Ben added with a knowing smile and slid one of his hand right between your legs, a surprise squealed leaving your lips.

“Not tonight, baby” You moved his hand and nuzzled further against him, earning a confused glance from your boyfriend. “I’m fucking exhausted and I just want to sleep” You explained, tangling your legs together and savouring his natural warm.

“You’re sure ? I can be quick you know” He grinned and you imitated him, rubbing a hand against his cheek which he immediately kissed.

“Oh I know very well how good you are with your tongue Benjamin” He wiggling his brows, proud like a peacock. “But now that I’m officially live here, you have all the time in the world to pay me back”

“As the lady wish” Ben replied before giving you a warm kiss, making your heartbeat increased and your cheeks reddening. “Goodnight, doll”

You slept like a baby that night and Ben gave you the sweetest waking up possible, head deep buried between your thighs, eating you out slowly and deeply. It was definitively a good idea to move-in.

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Juice

She’s lived in BRooklyn all her life, all twenty-four years.

“So, I’m gonna be a little late this morning, seeing at it’s almost ten AM, and I just woke up.” She laughs dryly, making her way down her front steps as she heads to work. Slipping into her car, in twenty minutes she finally arrives to work, her cellphone buzzes across her desk in the loft.

“Hello?” She answers, flipping a soft, caramel curl from her face.

“Hey, you busy right now?” A soft man’s voice rasps through the phone.

“Uh, not sure what kind of prank this is, but you’re not funny.” She groans, pulling her phone away just to hear a shout from the other end.

“Wait! Wait! It’s JC, from Brooklyn ten—nineteen. I was just wondering what you were doing right now. I need your help hacking into a database. I need a name.”

“Well, I mean, I’m at work right now. What database?” She inquires, her free hand scrubbing up and down her thigh.

“Yours. I just need an address, and he’s ordered from your company before. Charlie Duncan. Ordered parts from you a while back. That’s all I got.”

“Yeah, I got a hit on him, address is a house over from mine actually. What do ya need it for?” She asks, eyes looking over the profile.

“He’s been talkin’ some shit lately.”

“Oh, alright well. Have a good night JC. Later.” She hangs up, finishes her day off and heads home for the night. As she makes it in the door she coos to her cactus at the front door, and then to her small lemon tree. She loved her little plants, they made the city life feel a little less closed in. Once her shoes were kicked off at the door, she took a moment to put her purse down and her phone rings loudly.

“Yeah?” She answers, looking down to her table.

“It’s JC, I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to come to Cali for a week.” He cheers through the phone.

“It’s just, I’m getting patched in and your my best friend, I just, I just want ya to be there, ya know?” His eyes met Clay’s, nervous and begging him to help. The man, Duncan, threatened Juice with her. Said he already had her being watched and trailed. He had cried when he found out, said that his best friend needed protected.

“Juan Carlos, I’m sorry, I can’t just drop everything and run to California.”

“Yes you can, I already talked to Cassidy, she said you needed a vacation anyway! I already bought the tickets and everything is paid for Chiquita, you just gotta enjoy the vacation.” He laughs, calling her his favorite nickname. He didn’t know any Spanish, he was just a kid from Queens, but he once stomped a man’s ass for taking her banana.

“JC, I can’t just—“

“How bout I come and pick you up?” He barks, cutting off her sentence.

“Jees, you really want me there, huh?” Jax stood close enough to hear what was being said and laughed a little.

“Yeah, I just. I just really need you here. This is a really important gig. And I need my really important lady here, ya know?” He tries to smooth talk her, and normally it worked, but she heard how desperate he sounded.

“What’s really going on?” She whispers. Jax’s brow furrows as his eyes meet Juice’s.

“Nothing, doll. I just really miss you. I just really want you. To be here, I really want you to be here.” He stammers, eyes widening.

“I miss you too, JC.” She murmurs, suddenly the hole in her heart was huge. Tears filled her eyes and she grabbed his sweatshirt from the back of the chair and headed to her bedroom.

“Pack your stuff, Chiquita. I’ll be there tomorrow.” He murmurs, his hand gripping his knee. He missed her. He missed her touch, her laugh, her smile. She was so beautiful and smart, he missed her dearly. But now, she’d be here with him. She’d be here with him.

“Jesus, why did I just agree to that?” She murmurs, packing a couple suitcases and a carry on bag.

The next day and a half flew by, without so much as a sideways glance from a hotdog cart guy and she headed into her apartment once more after work, eyes smiling at her little plants by the door. She kicked off her shoes and stepped around her suitcases to the kitchen for a glass of almond milk and a sandwich. A crash in her room makes the glass hit the floor and shatter, milk splattering against her bare legs. She grabs a kitchen knife from the drawer and heads back to her room.

“HEllo?” She calls, hands quaking as she steps another couple feet towards the rustling.

“Hello?” JC calls back.

“JC?” She calls back, brows knit together in concern. Lowering the knife, she toes the door open and swings her top half through the door.

“Hey Chiquita.” He coos, arms out to her like a welcoming hug. The knife clatters to the floor and she pounces on him, a little taken aback by his newest inks. He now had a tribal tat on either side of his head and a Mohawk.

“What are you doing here? I fly out tomorrow.”

“I cancelled it. Me and a couple of buddies came to get you. Ride back to California in style.” He chuckles, leading her out to the front room where her suitcases had disappeared.

“Where’s my Stu—-“

“Hey.” A blond biker meets you as the two of you step outside, his short hair spiked and swept to one side. He gave off some weird hippie/surfer vibes and she giggled a little.

“Hi, who are you?”

“I’m Kozik. Juice said we could put your bags in my tow along. We got ya packed up babe.” He chuckles, watching Juice glow fiery hot with rage. She couldn’t help but giggle. She always had a thing for bad boys, and here they were, calling her babe and swooning her.

“Jesus Christ Kozik, we haven’t even made it out of her fucking yard man, chill out.” Juice groans, leading her towards his Dyna. “Here, I forgot another helmet, through this on.” He assures, helping you mount his bike. His eyes wandered her body, he’d felt the way he was feeling in this moment. He wanted to spin her around right now, plant some sloppy kisses on her and have his way—.

“Wait, wait, I forgot my lemon tree!” She sprinted back inside, filling a waterer for her plant while she’s gone and sticking it in the pot.

“Yo, you have a lemon tree?” Kozik calls from his bike, hat now taming his styled hair, but a little spike poked through the front. He was sexy, she thought as she sauntered a little down her steps. Swinging a leg back over Juice’s bike, she clasps the helmet once more before they take off for California.

A week into her stay, she’d met all the boys, but for some reason, JC was always angry when they came in. Sure, they catcalled here and there, but she found it nice to be thought of as so beautiful. He sure wasn’t giving her the attention she wanted! Kozik and her had drank their weight in liquor and were currently laughing together at the bar, his hand sliding down her hip and grabbing her butt, eliciting a giggle from her.

“You’re so hot,” she groans against his scruffy cheek, her giggles setting fire to Juice’s rage. He stalks up to her, grabs her arm and hauls her away from Kozik, who laughed when he dragged her away.

“You think I don’t see you? The way you fuck Kozik with your eyes? Tell me, am I a joke to you?” He yells, his knee between her thighs pressing her against the wall, face milimeters from hers. “Tell me what you want.” He growls, hands resting on either side of her head.

“You.” She whispers back. “I only want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment you left New York,” she whines, grinding her hips against him.

“Kozik?” He asks, pressing his throbbing piece against her.

“Just-ju-just an act. Only you.” She murmurs, grabbing his face with both her hands yanking them together, his lips pressed to hers. “Want you. All of you.” She whispers against his lips as he drags her to the bed, pulling feverishly at the clothing that separated their burning flesh. Her hands finding the kutte and tossing his clothes aside.

“Tell me, baby. What do you want?” He demands, a husky whisper against her tender neck.

“The kutte, put it on.” She coos, watching the lust dancing in his eyes as he slid the leather vest back on, straddling her.

“If I do this for you, you gotta do something for me.” He teases, his fingertips running along her naked body, leaving chills chasing his touch.

“What’s that?”

“You gotta be mine. I won’t share you. Not with anyone.” He teases her, finger swirling across her nipples.

“Yes baby. You got it. I’m yours. Forever.” She hushes against the soft skin of his chest.

“Forever baby. I love you, Chiquita.”

“I love you too, Juan Carlos.” She moans against him.

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[nad-zeta]

Hiii! I’d like to request a matchup please :) I like to write, play games, listen to music, make people laugh, baking, be lazy, read, be alone sometimes, sleep late, and fail miserably at drawing. I like sweet things, spicy things, cats, and honesty. I dislike: people who lie or steal, when it’s hot outside, being outside in general, bitter things. For my personality, I’m really quiet when I first meet someone, but I get really talkative once we get to know each other. (1/2)

I’m book smart but I often lack common sense. I’m pretty naive. It’s easy to tell when I’m upset or disappointed. When nothing is upsetting me, I smile a lot and make a lot of jokes. Sometimes I like to bother people when I want attention. Staring and cheek poking will happen. (2/2) 

Hi, there dear! thank you for the request and for being so patient with my slow ass writing skills. I hope you are doing well, and I hope you enjoy it! 

So I Match you with………….. Ieyasu 

Honestly, the first time Ieyasu sees you, he rolls his eyes at the thought of having another Mitsunari around. You are another sweet little angel. For the first few days, you were pretty quiet, and you kept to yourself. You were forced to attend the war councils on Nobunaga’s request. You always would go a little early, to ensure a nice seat and settle in. Most of the other warlords would also come slightly earlier to chat with fellow warlords before the council proceeded. You were sitting there one day minding your business, watching Hideyoshi drag Masamune to his seat early for once, when you let a small joke slip out from under your breath. Nothing goes unheard by the one-eyed dragon. He broke out, laughing at your small joke. He encouraged you to open up a bit more by often making an effort to come early to chat with you. You made friends among the Oda forces really quickly due to your sweet personality and funny ass jokes. Like you are hilarious. You even became quick friends with Nobunaga because of this. The three of you would often sit together joking about anything and everything. This makes Yasu even more annoyed cause now, not only did he have to care for another Mitsunari, but he also had to deal with the headache of having another Masamune around. Great. Although TBH Hideyoshi was super thankful for you, cause since you started cracking jokes and chatting with everyone before the council, no one is ever really late anymore. 

One day while you were out in the market getting some suppliers for Nobunaga, you saw an old man handing out free candy. Who could pass up an opportunity on free candy! WHAT A BARGAIN! You slowly walked up to the man to kind of gauge what his deal was. “Seems legit,” you thought. You spoke to the man for a few minutes, and the next thing you know, you are knocked out. When you come to, you freak out a little cause both your wrists are tied behind your back, and all you can see is some younger men paying the old guy for his efforts.

You overheard them saying how they were going to charge Nobunaga a hefty price for your return. You were really starting to freak out now, cause you didn’t want to cause your new friends any trouble. And darn, you had the worst splitting headache. Honestly, at this point, you were fighting the urge to cry. Luckily for you, Ieyasu spotted you in the market while he was buying some veg for Wasabi. He saw you walk up to the man with the free candy and thought, “silly girl, if you get kidnaped, I’m not going to save you. Serves you right for coming from the same cabbage patch as Mitsunari” He watched you from the corner of his eyes chatting with the old man. He rolled his eyes “naïve as ever,” he thought. Before he knew it, you had disappeared. It happened so quick. He felt a cold shiver move through his spine. He ran to where he last saw you and overheard the young men’s conversation about ransoming you to Nobunaga. These guys made him sick, using the weak and innocent for their own gain. He drew his sword and, without a second thought, cut them down. He tied them up for Mitsuhide to find later. He walked into the backroom to find you tied up with a few tears streaming down your face. The second he cut you free, you were so relieved that you threw your arms around him and cried in his shoulder. He honestly didn’t know how to comfort you. “serves you right for being so naïve, didn’t you mom ever teach you never to take candy from strangers,” he said that in the gentlest sweet voice. He walked you back while gently holding your hand. He also made you some tea for your headache and treated the bump on your head. 

Its been a few days since the whole incident, and you decided you wanted to thank Ieyasu for saving and treating you. You knew he, like you, loved spicy foods, so you decided to make him some spice sweet buns. Chili flavored sweet buns. You spent the whole morning making them, even low key, impressing Masamune with your crazy excellent baking skills. Once you were happy with the results, you took the little package of sweet buns with you to Ieyasu’s manor. He greeted you in this contradictory way of his, which you took as a sign to come in and make yourself at home. You gave him the sweet buns and conveyed your thanks. He just sighed and offered to make some tea, so the two of you could share the sweet bun, you know, so he could make sure you didn’t poison them. The two of you sat for a few hours chatting and munching down on the sweet yet spicing buns. Your face lit up into the brightest smile when you saw the slight slither of a smile on Yasu’s lips when he tasted your creation. It made you even happier when you found out the prickly porcupine actually has a sense of humor. His laugh was so freaken cute. He was someone who laughed with their whole body. Shoulders shaking and arms clutching his stomach from the pain of laughing too much. The laugh itself was like more of a tiny chuckle barely audible.

Since that day, you decided to pester Ieyasu more often. Not that Yasu minded he had come to actually really enjoy your company. You never realized just how sweet and soft this boi was until you found an injured grey little kitten in the garden one day. You picked up the poor creature and ran all the way to Ieyasu manor, cause you knew he enjoyed studying medicine in his free time and would be able to help the cat. He gave the cat one look and refused to treat it. You were shook, “what do you mean no, you refuse.” He looked at you, then the cat and then back at you, rolled his eyes and gestured for you to come in “just so you know, if you tell Mitsunari about this I’m going to add you to my list.” He tended to the cat with the utmost care and gentleness. He spoke softly and sweetly to Kitty to help soothe the anxiety and fear. You could tell kitty knew Ieyasu well, and Yasu low key let it slip that he would feed kitty sometimes cause Mitsunari would forget. The two of you spent weeks nursing the little kitten back to health. You found spending time with Ieyasu to be refreshing. You loved his blunt honesty. Even if it’s often delivered in a contradictive way.

You love going out to teahouses with him. You love just sitting and chatting with him for hours. Although you have discovered that no one can match his pallet for spicy foods, not even you. One day you also burnt off your taste buds from accidentally swopping the bento’s masa had made for the two of you. You took one bite, and the next thing you knew, your mouth was on fire. It didn’t help that Yasu was sitting there watching you with shaking shoulders laughing at your misfortune. You had to chug down 2 liters of milk before the burning sensation left your mouth. All the while, Ieyasu was laughing at you. You decided you had enough, and you were going to get payback, so you decided that was the perfect moment for you to confess your feelings and kiss him to shut him up. When you pulled away, it was now your turn to laugh at his blood-red face. And so, your relationship with the cutie started

Ieyasu really loved you so so much! He loved how talkative you are, even though he would rather die than admit it. He could honestly sit for hours and hours just listening to you talk about anything and everything. He loved the soothing calm tones of your voice. He loves how lazy you are. Especially when you lay your head on his lap while he is working. You would just lay there reading your book. He will occasionally drop a small little butterfly kiss on your cheek, all while being super red. He also really enjoyed receiving little drawings from you whenever he would go out to war. He especially loved the little lopsided Wasabi you drew for him the one day. He low key tucked it away in his breast pocket under his armor so you would be close to his heart even during the battle. It was like his own little lucky charm

OOOh, and you definitely bother this porcupine boy all the freaken time for attention. He will be sitting writing up an important doc, and you will just continually poke his cheek, he would look up at you, and narrow his eyes “what,” keeps poking,  “Stop that,” still continue poking “if you don’t stop I’m not liable for the consequences.” Looks at him directly in the eyes with the most teasing smile and pokes him one more time. He literally reached over, grabbed one of his softest pillows, and gently hit you with it. Challenge accepted. The two of you spent the next hour engaged in a full-blown pillow fight. Afterward, you both collapsed on the futon giggling and breathless, he simply wrapped you in his arms and gave you the sweetest little kiss followed by a kiss on the top of your head “are you happy now,” you gave him your biggest brightest smile “yes very.” 

The two of you can often be found chilling in the shade of a tree (cause you don’t like the heat). Sharing a yummo picnic that Ieyasu attempted to make for the two of you. All while watching wasabi playing in the garden. You would rest your head on Ieyasu’s lap while he gently plays with your hair. Both of you would then proceed to cloud watch and point out all the weird shapes and figures that you could see!

Other potential matches...................... Masamune

Thanx so much for the ask, love! Soz, for making you wait so long! Hope ya enjoyed it

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