#and then both of them were like WHEN COMPANY COMES NEXT WEEK TELL THEM TOO

[elliespinkstrapp]

Modern au ellabs

A/N: okay so I planned to write this sooner but got a bit busy!! Uhh... This is just my thoughts so maybe I'm projecting but sigh I think they are both big dorks!! Also I meant to finish this last night but fell asleep making this..

CW: Suggestive and NSFW content!

Ellie! Who falls for Abby first, they are roommates and Ellie falls hard. Staring at her, laughing a little too hard at her jokes, wanting to hang out just a bit more than is normal.

Abby! Who doesn't fall as quickly but when she does she tries everything to stop it- she tries to not even like Ellie as a friend. Stifling her laughs at Ellie's jokes, pushing away, trying so hard to not stare the second she gets the chance. Eventually she caves- accepting the fact that she has fallen for ellie. That Ellie Williams unintentional charm was just way too hard to not resist.

Ellie! Who tries super hard to seem cool and smart (she is) around Abby talking about random facts she knows and stuff she heard her professor say. She kinda ends up looking like a weird nerd but it endering

Abby! Who doesn't realize how hot she is sometimes, walking around in just a towel and sports bra, hair half wet, skin smelling like pine. Leaving Ellie staring with her face pink and palms sweaty.

Ellie! Who internationally tries to be hot, tries to catch Abby's eye, walking around in a wife pleaser and sweats. Doing handy work to show off her muscles.

Abby! Who notices, and god does she want to stare and hawk but she is not as obvious as Ellie, she. Pretends to be oblivious but catches glances whenever Ellie isn't looking. Thinking about it later with her hands down her pants!

Ellie! Who is easily rage baited. Annoyed at every little thing and tries to act like she's not.

Abby! Who rage baits Ellie every chance she gets. Laughing her ass off every time she successfully pissed Ellie off, poking her, intentionally not laughing at her jokes, interrupting her, stealing bites of her food, turning the TV off then saying "were you watching that?"

Ellie! Who only wants to hang out with Abby after a long day. Waiting until she gets home to slump onto the couch and gripe about her day while Abby stares and listens intently. Maybe Ellie scoots a little closer than usual, her arm brushing against Abby's.

Abby! Who also wants Ellies company after a long day, coming home quietly, changing into comfy clothes and making dinner for her and Ellie then knocking on Ellie's door and asking to hang out on the couch. Eating together and laughing a bit. Eventually Abby falls asleep in the middle of whatever they were watching.

Ellabs! Who both will care for each other, they mostly do it silently, like it'll give them away, let the other know they like each other somehow. Throwing a blanket over each other. Ellie slipping Abby's glasses off while she sleeps and setting them in the table. Abby who puts Ellies phone on the charger for her. Grabbing medicine while they are out and quietly setting it on the counter when the other is sick.

Abby! Who holds off on telling Ellie how she feels for a long time not wanting to ruin whatever she has with Ellie right now by potential rejection.

Ellie! Who would like to confess but is just way too awkward to do it. Has planned it in her head a million times but can't do it cause she doesn't want to seem weird or stumble over her words.

Ellabs! Who eventually end up making out one night after getting home from the bar. They don't really know how it happened but one second Ellie was helping Abby unbraid her hair and the next Ellie's hand were in her hair as they kissed each other.

Abby! Who doesn't talk about it the next morning, thinking it was just a fluke, thinking to Ellie it meant nothing.

Ellie! Who feels too awkward to bring it up, questioning if she had actually dreamed it instead. Tries to act nonchalant and cool but anytime she has to interact with Abby the next day she goes bright red and can't talk.

Ellabs! Who tiptoe around eachother for at least a week till it happens again.. Ellie stands a bit to close to Abby and suddenly they are up against the wall making out again. Abby who reaches to unbutton Ellie's pants and stops herself, realizing what's she's doing before muttering a sorry and backing away.

Ellie! Who sits defeated on the couch when Abby goes to her room feeling so stupid. Calling dina to ask for advice.

Abby! Who jumps in fear when she hears Ellie know at her door- assuming the worst, Ellie is gonna reject her, friendzone her, say it can never happen again. Opening her door slowly and asking what's up.

Ellie! Who stumbles over her words, sighing and pausing for a lot before saying she's into abby- like really into her. (This is bad how TF do bitches confess now days idk..)

Abby! Who stands there in shock, a baffled look on her face before regaining her cocky composure and saying 'oh it was obvious, me too though' laughing at herself a bit knowing to her it was not in fact obvious- not to her at least muttering a quick "wanna go out tomorrow"

I'm not writing hcs for the stage where you both know you like eachother but you aren't dating cause.. I've never really experienced that stage... So I feel like I'd be shit at writing it..

Ellie! Who initiates the conversation about them getting together, asking what they are, and if Abby wants to date.

Ellabs! Who once they are dating can't keep their hand off each other- touching every chance they get- making out, falling asleep on the couch together.

Abby! Who definitely posts about Ellie all the time- their coffee dates, them laying in bed together, playing video games.

Ellie! Who doesn't really know when a normal time to start having sex is- they've gotten close a few times but always stopping before they get there. And its just killing her grinding against her hand at night imagining it as Abbys

Abby! Who has also definitely thought about it- picturing Ellie's face when she makes her cum. Imagining how pathetic she'd sound. Rubbing her clit while holding one of Ellies hoodies she forgot in Abby's room.

Ellie! Who is the one that asks for it one night when they are making out in Ellies bed one night- fighting for who is on top. Noticing Abby stopping herself from slipping off Her pants telling Abby "it's fine you can take them off"

Abby! Who is way too eager to do so immediately sticking her hand in Ellies underwear before even fully getting her pants off.

I'm gonna finish here... I just burnt the FUCK out of my head so... Bye bye..

[teaandinanity]

It continues to give me the warm fuzzies that basically every person at work has said they'll miss me. And it's not really utility, even if I'm useful; I am not in a critical position. There are many people who can do the things I do, even if the majority are less experienced. I'm not management, or a lynchpin, just a long-time worker bee.

But people like me, and I just handled a Crisis Situation well enough that the AD took the time to personally thank me, and my manager was like 'not only am I willing to be a reference you can use my personal phone number if that's easier' and even some of the newest additions said they're going to miss me on desk, and I just.

I love my job and my coworkers and it's really nice that the people there know it and love me back.

[thebluediner]

5 times Billie and reader almost expose their relationship + 1 time they officially announce their relationship

a/n: got excited about this one so I immediately put on a romcom playlist and started writing so uhm four weeks or so later I'm publishing thus lmaooo. I'm only posting it because I'm about to ghost you guys for the next couple of days

COULDN'T HELP BUT SLIP AND SPILL

the first time billie just couldn't control herself. you both were attending a formal event in california. it was the type of event where there was a lot of noise inside and outside. you both were standing next to each other conversing with some mutual friends and industry people.

billie's mind somehow gravitated away from the conversation to you. the dress you wore was backless showing off your bare skin sure you had an expensive accessory dangling to decorate your back but billie thought her hand was way better. her hand started crawling your back tracing your spine. the moment you felt it you eyes shifted to hers warning her of what she was doing but she just smirked and placed her hand on your lower back instead.

social media had a field day with that video.

second time it really was not your fault or billies. billie was shooting for vogue and you came by just to show your support. the thing with being in a relationship is the pda comes a bit too naturally even without the kissing and overwhelming displays of affection. billie had some time off the shoot to which she chose to stand in the sun and you followed her standing right in-front of her just talking. it's a pity that from the perspective of the crew billie was a blushing tomato and it's another pity that specific moment got featured in her behind the scenes of her vogue shoot.

another video social media had a fun time speculating about.

the third time you were live in your own house in the kitchen. you were wearing something casual with a bare face talking aimlessly to your fans. billie came through the door of your room from slumber looking like the cutest koala bear still drunk from sleep. billie shuffled into the kitchen whisking you away from the camera angle by your waist for a hug and a kiss. you thought the camera did not catch anything or so you thought

the next day you find out that some fan caught a glimpse of the hand that whisked you away. the hand has tattoos that are too blurry for them to figure out so that one wasn't much of a big deal.

fourth time was so stupid really. it was coachella weekend and you went with your friends and billie with her family. in the midst of the days you and billie tried slushies at some hotel not far from the desert. billie chose blue and you chose pink thinking nothing of it you carried on with you day meaning you two totally kissed leaving your tongues purple. you two pictures of the day that soon landed on your instagram and so did billies.

once again the people notice how your tongues are purple because you both chose tongue out pictures to make the dumb. people were suspicious but you weren't seen publicly together the whole weekend so that one perished as well.

fifth time billie was being a drunk mess. she was on her australian leg of the tour way too far away from you. she missed you day and night worse when she was under the influence. so what did she do? billie wrote you an email telling you how much she misses you and how in love she is with you she's surprised she can even breath without you near all to send it to some publication company that she last emailed about her tour dates. believe it or not that email was one of the top trending news the next day.

billie was lucky she never typed out your name and she just used pet names otherwise you'd both be kind of fucked.

this was approximately the second to third year of dating. this was her longest relationship so far so she felt it was time to finally come out and say. it was your birthday so she posted some of the pics she has taken of you and with you on her instagram feed with the caption.

'' happy birthday my love you're the best thing to ever happen to me''

[ynnova]

( 🌐 ) ─── MOMENTS FROM Y/N’S 3AM LIVESTREAMS THAT LIVE RENT FREE IN MY HEAD

word count : 1.9k | bullet - point format

[ overview of y/n's livestreams ]

3am livestreams aren't uncommon when it comes to you

you usually always do these behind the company's back and it entails you doing several different things like:

gaming – often playing horror games in the dark

atiny have clips from when you played all of outlast and how terrified you were

side note: you couldn't sleep alone for the next two weeks after playing outlast

singing – this is rare because the last time you tired singing it was when you and atiny got into an argument over shrek 2's "i need a hero" and whether or not its the best animated musical number in existence

spoiler alert: it is and you still refuse to apologize for calling atiny uncultured over it

tier list – you've done a few like ranking barbie movie villains or fnaf ucn dialogues

emotional rants and sleep deprived rants – you should be asleep but you aren't

[ clip #1 : animated musical number debate ]

time has clearly passed when the clip starts

you have a slight crazed look in your eyes as you stare at the camera, eyes watching the chat

pretty sure your eye twitched at some point during the long silence

your hair was messy from having run your fingers through it several times – maybe pulled it a few times in angry

a half-eaten snack laid next to you – forgotten

y/n: no. i'm being serious, "i need a hero" from shrek 2 is THE best musical number in all of animated movie history

your eyes watch the chat explode in response

y/n: what the he– what do you mean "under the sea" is better?? what kind of uncultured swine says the little mermaid is better than shrek 2!!!

y/n: that's literally the BEST sequel in existence!! i can't believe you people

you then grab your ipad – another moment a silence passing through as you are aggressively tapping on your ipad's screen

then you are turning the volume UP before turning the ipad around so atiny can watch the shrek 2 scene.

y/n: this scene is a masterpiece – if you don't agreed then you are uncultured and your bias doesn't love you

chat immediately started screaming in chat but you ignored them

lipsinging the words of not only the song but the entire scene

you had it memorized

you called atiny who disagreed with you uncultured a few more times before you ended the live in anger – some cuss words in both korean, japanese, and english left your lips

you were promptly banned from having any solo lives for the next few months

but did that really stop you 🤷‍♀️

[ clip #2 : playing outlast so y/n losses her mind ]

your room was shrouded in complete darkness

the only light coming from your monitor and it wasn't enough

anyone watching could see the fear in your eyes

y/n: i am a grown woman, i can do this.

y/n: i'm not scared... okay, i'm gonna start... 😣

atiny: you sure about that??

is a completely mess from beginning to end

but you did it

you played outlast in one entire livestream

def screamed several times during the jumpscares – and when you get jumpscared... you jump

at one point yunho came in and sat next to you as some sort of comfort

yunho: why don't i turn on your lamp so you aren't completely in the dark

y/n: noooooo 😣 that ruins the atmosphere!!

yunho leaves to go back to bed, telling you "don't scare yourself too much"

would pause the game every time you got scared

atiny were actually surprised you finished the game at the rate you were going 😮‍💨

atiny: are you going to play the dlc and sequel

y/n: are you insane!? i barely survived this game! i'm not gonna sleep for a week, goodnight you weirdos.

[ clip #3 : relationship advice stream ]

starts off pretty normal – honestly wouldn't guess this was a 3am livestream

this one was livestreamed in a hotel room – you clearly tired from a day of schedules

but you were powering through it – blanket wrapped around you and tea in a cute mug you recently bought in your hands

glasses perched on your nose

especially after you noticed one atiny asking relationship advice

atiny: my boyfriend and i are in a long distance relationship, any advice??

y/n: communication i would say is a big thing. not just texting everyday, but making sure to have real conversation. talking about things you would in any other relationship. i think also making sure to make time for each other every now and then. virtual dates, sending each other small gifts – celebrating the small wins and not just the big victories.

and then the livestream developed into you giving relationship advice for the next 40 minutes

and then–

atiny: what's your and san's relationship like? does he spoil you? do you guys argue?

you couldn't help but laugh when you read that question

y/n: i think our relationship is at a good point right now. we've been together for a few years now and really now how to communicate and talk to each other about our problems. we also know when to give each other space – like on days off, we don't always spend those days together.

you can't help but smile at the thought of san and how much you love him

y/n: he spoils me a lot – always has. he buys me my favorite snacks all the time and lets me lay my head on his shoulder and play with his hands when i'm bored or nervous.

oh, girl, you are so in love.

y/n: i don't think we've had a serious argument in a long time. when we do then its about one of us pushing ourselves too much and not taking a break. when i had my stage accident, i think that's when our relationship hit a bump because san was worried about me... but we communicate and talk it out which helps.

y/n: i couldn't imagine not having sannie in my life ☺️

[ clip #4 : the kiss ]

the clip starts with you sitting on your bed, phone propped up like usual as you are talking with atiny – some lofi music playing through your small speaker by the bed

loud enough for atiny to hear, but not loud enough for it to be disruptive for the others in the dorm

everything is going like how it usually is with you talking about what you've been up to lately

but without spoiling anything too major in ateez's schedule

you're sitting crossed leg on your bed, ipad in lap when your bedroom door slowly opens

at first it doesn't catch your attention – you too invested in fixing the graphic you've been making for your digital journal

atiny immediately see the person enter your room and recognize them as san

chat starts to explode, but you still haven't noticed

you jump a little when san places a hand on your back – looking up to meet his sleepy eyes

y/n: what are you doing babe?

san: i should be asking you that

you grin at him and he smiles back before leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss

you are completely caught off guard

atiny are screaming in chat – fans already screen-recording the entire thing

and san none the wiser about your livestream

you pull away looking at him shocked and san is so confuse

y/n: i'm live!

silence.

neither of you say anything for about ten seconds – just staring at each other before you are reaching over and–

livestream has ended.

[ clip #5 : "why are you 🫵 still awake?" ]

you are sitting on your bed, showing your bullet journal you've been working on to atiny

you really looked like a teacher reading a book to her class

you were talking about how you've been working on it between schedules and during downtime at fansigns and such

y/n: i've seen junk journals have been trending and they look cool. think i might try and start one in the next month

atiny told you, you should do it

as you're in the middle of talking, you immediately stop

eyes go wide as your head turns towards your bedroom door

y/n: uh-oh 😳

atiny: WHAT WHAT WHAT!??!?!?

y/n: he's home...

atiny immediately knew who you were talking about–

hongjoong

they couldn't hear it, but you could hear the dorm door opening and closing and hongjoong walking down the hallway

atiny had never seen you try to turn everything off so fast

like you were trying to trick hongjoong into thinking you were asleep

but then your door opens and you freeze – atiny watching thought it was frozen because you refused to move

hongjoong came into frame and the two of you just looked at each other

silence – did it freeze again??

y/n: why are you coming home so late?! 🫵🫵🫵 do you have any idea what time it is

hongjoong was APPALLED by your comment

hongjoong: do i have any idea what time it is?? do you have any idea what time it is?!

he then notices the livestream and glares at you

hongjoong: and are you livestreaming!? didn't i tell you to stop doing that at this hour!

y/n: mind your business! i was just about to end it–

lies

the clip continues with you and hongjoong going back and forth with each other before he makes you end the livestream to go to bed

y/n: he's using his leader powers guys 😔

[ clip #6 : sleepy y/n and seonghwa ]

the clip starts with you laying in bed, phone propped up on your bedside

you are clearly on your way to sleepland but are answering atiny's questions

atiny watching can hear your bedroom door creak open and your eyes look to see who is entering

you immediately perk up at however just came in – the person chuckles softly at your reaction

their hand coming out to pat your head and that's when he comes into frame

seonghwa – in his pajamas and hair slightly tousled from sleep

seonghwa: why are you still awake, y/nnie? go to sleep.

y/n: i'm talking to atiny!

seonghwa: you're going to make yourself sick if you stay up too late.

as you and him go back and forth, atiny gush over seonghwa's caring nature

atiny: omg seonghwa is so cute trying to get y/n to sleep

y/n: why don't you stay with me for a bit? you can keep me company while i finish answering questions! then i'll go to bed, promise!

all previous sleepiness had seemingly disappeared

seonghwa: i'm not indulging in your poor sleep habits, but fine 😮‍💨

seonghwa settles in beside you and chat explodes

atiny: SEONGHWA IN THE 3AM LIVE NOW WOOHOO

y/n: don't act too excited guys 😒

the live continues with you answering questions – you leaning against seonghwa

slowly your energy starts to leave you once more and seonghwa is already closing his eyes

blanket covering the both of you

seonghwa is quickly falling asleep, turning over and clearly getting comfortable

he isn't going anywhere anytime soon 😪

and you're not far behind him – eyes closing and mindlessly snuggling into seonghwa

stealing his body heat

atiny are absolutely losing it in chat over the two of you falling asleep together

the livestream didn't end until your phone eventually died which was promptly two hours after you and seonghwa fell asleep.

[fairlyang]

Sweet🐺

w/c: 2.6k

pairing: lumberjack!logan x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. teasing, thighs, soaked panties, he wants you to fold, he pulls over, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, more teasing, he’s filthy and in love

a/n: brain has been rotting for like three weeks now all i’m thinking about is this old man 💔 i started this one august 27😀 two more on the way surely

imagine teasing logan all afternoon long so when you’re both en route to the lumberyard — because he liked having your company on the drive and to show you off to his coworkers, he decided he was going to play your game but be far worse than you were. 

you were showing yourself off to him while he was in a hurry to leave the house, trying to cling onto him to have a quickie because you were just so horny and wanted to satisfy the ache between your thighs.

it took all his willpower to reject your advances because he had a schedule to follow but boy, did you look good in his flannel.

so now he’s squeezing, rubbing a hand up and down your thigh while he’s driving and not giving you any more or any less. 

he had been playing this little game just over ten minutes out of the forty five minute drive and you were already dying. you needed more so bad but you wanted to be stubborn. 

he didn't give in so easily either, so you somehow had to do the same. 

you looked straight ahead, ignoring the way his gaze turned to you and tried your best to remain calm. he was always going to make sure to get you back but this time you just weren't budging, and he couldn't have that.

he could just tell you were close to breaking, just based off how you were struggling to keep your hands to yourself and just had them on your seat plus the seatbelt. add along that sweet smell coming between your legs, who were you trying to fool?

your thighs nearly clasped together against his hand as he reached your inner thigh and gave it a squeeze until he clicked his tongue, quickly drawing your attention to his face, "thought you liked playing games princess?" he huffed under his breath, a smirk appearing on his lips.

you bit your lip and turned away, too close.

"c'mon baby you know you need me." he murmured, his voice husky and low.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you lied and looked out of your window, in an attempt to hide your obvious expression.

"mm.. yeah I'm sure." he chuckled, letting his hand rub lightly against your skin, nearly touching your panties. 

you control your breathing as best as you could but he was not making it any easier for you. always had to prove he had a strong effect on you.

"is that why you're already soaking through your panties?" he asked, letting out a little groan because the smell alone was nearly making him lose his focus on driving.

"you can't lie to me, baby." he murmurs and glides his hands under your skirt, reaching up and lightly rubs your clothed pussy. 

he was desperate to please you and needed to taste you. so he pulled over making you turn to look at him, “what are you doing?”

he didn’t answer instead turned off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. he opened his door, then got out, walking over to you while you looked at him with wide eyes. he opened your door and reached over to take your seatbelt off then grabbed your legs to turn them to face him before lifting them up making you gasp and try to fight against him but it was to no use. “logan we could get caught-“ you whined and he shrugged.

“think about that the next time you wanna be a tease.” he murmurs and pulls your skirt up.

he gets down on his knees and first admires the wet spot you had on your pretty pink panties. he was not at all surprised and if anything he was shocked they weren’t even more soaked.

“thought you didn’t need me..” he teased, looking up at you as he wrapped his arms around your legs.

you whimpered and squirmed, desperately wanting to let go of his grasp just for the sole fact that you know you’ll die of embarrassment if you get caught. but logan wasn’t budging and he saw this as a form of punishment for you.

he leaned in and planted a kiss on your clit before kissing down until he got to your entrance and licked over the fabric. you let out a moan but quickly covered your mouth with your hand to keep quiet, “mmm so wet for me aren’t you, sweet girl?”

you shivered and involuntarily bucked your hips up making him chuckle, “and so needy.”

he licked back up to your clit and then circled the bud with his tongue, looking up at you to ensure you’re looking right back at him.

you couldn’t look away.

the way he’s doing this on the side of the road when he knows anyone could pass by at any moment and he just.. doesn’t care. the idea of someone catching you was in the back of your mind now but it was still enough to make you wetter.

it had always been something you wanted to try but were too nervous to bring it up. makes perfect sense logan knew you all too well and just wanted to do it.

and given the fact he’s stubborn, of course he’s going to stay put. once he puts his mind on something, it’s a done deal.

“so kind of you to give me my dessert so early, bub.” he murmurs, making your legs shake.

“just so sweet aren’t you?” he murmurs, pulling your panties to the side, “my sweet girl.” he adds, retaining eye contact as he began to eat you out softly.

“fuck logan-“ you moaned and moved your hand away from your mouth down to his head.

you played with his hair, a small indicator that’ll give his coworkers the answers as to why he’s late. you lightly tugged and he moaned against you. his fingers gripped your thighs and he started eating you out properly, how you wanted, needed. like the hungry, insatiable man he was.

he lapped at your folds for a bit and then went up to suck on your clit before flicking it. meanwhile one of his hands went down and he collected your slick with one of his fingers then going lower to tease your entrance. “baby please-“ you whined, a cute little pout forming on your lips. one that popped up when you didn’t get your way.

he only shook his head earning himself whines and sweet cries from you. those cute whines that always had him struggling to not give in to you.

you had to earn it. but his patience was also running thin and he needed to be inside you.

so he slipped a finger inside. he should’ve had you beg a little more but he couldn’t help it, that look on your face drove him insane and he had to make you moan more for him.

he went as deep as he could go then pulled it back and slipped a second finger. you whined as he thrusted them into you and he pulled away from your clit just so he could leave a kiss on your thigh. “that feel good, pretty girl?”

you could only nod, the position making it feel so much better than usual. he started to pump them faster, only looking at your face to see your eyes already fluttering and you biting your lip as if that’ll help from any noises leaving your mouth.

you were trying hard to not moan, really not wanting to get caught but given the fact the car was pulled over and logan was on his knees on the pavement, anyone’s first assumption would not be a good one.

he fucked you harder, letting your pussy gush all over his fingers. you wouldn’t be able to deny wanting him afterwards because of how easily soaked he made you.

at times he’s barely even touched you and all of a sudden your panties would be drenched. it was one thing he loved about you or more so, his affect on you. you were just so perfect. almost as if you were sculpted just for him.

“just so fucking perfect, aren’t you baby?” he murmured making you whimper and clench down on his fingers while he added, “soaking my hand because you just can’t help it huh?”

“f-fuck.. logan… j-just like t-that-“ you stammer, grinding your hips up because you were desperate for more.

“oh i know baby, i know. you just let out those sweet noises for me.” he purred and you tried to lay your head back but quickly remembering you couldn’t.

“c-can we.. can we go to the back?” you asked and he shook his head.

“not today sweetheart, need you like this right now.” he mumbled and pumped his fingers faster.

whines escaped your lips and you were struggling to keep your legs up so with his free hand, he held your left leg up. he kissed the skin gently before going back down to suck on your clit.

you tugged on his hair again, prompting him to moan against you which sent shivers down your spine. you brought your right hand down to try and find his, once you felt it you intertwined your fingers with his to hold your leg together.

he looked into your eyes, on the brink of tears and looking right back at his. you looked so beautiful.

a sweet melody of moans left your mouth and it only made him hungrier to hear more. he thrusted his fingers deeper and continued sucking on your clit. “baby-“ you whimper and hold his hand tighter.

he groaned against you, making you shiver and give him a small smile. so perfect.

such a sweet, perfect girl.

he closed his eyes and right as he pumped his fingers as deep as he could, he curled them perfectly to hit your g spot. his pace slowed down but the pleasure never left and only enhanced.

he only focused on how you felt and how your moans began to be more breathless. your nails were lightly digging into his skin which quickly surprised him but he didn’t mind the slight pain at all.

you felt your orgasm build up in your belly causing your thighs start to shake and somehow squeezing against his fingers even more.

“just like that baby- fuck! please don’t stop!” you pleaded and gripped his hair, trying to pull him even closer as if he isn’t as buried as he can be.

he didn’t mind your desperation, if anything he was obsessed with it. it’s a nice thing to see because you’re not always like this, most of the time you’re bratty and spoiled rotten. he could only blame himself for the latter but this was a sight for sore eyes.

especially with how insane you were driving him earlier. so he had to make sure his pretty girl was going to get what she wanted because he simply didn’t have it in him to not give it you.

suddenly he changed his pace, going faster than before but still making sure to hit your sweet spot each time. your moans filled his ears again and he could feel your walls tighten around his fingers. “logan- baby i’m- i’m so-“ you whimpered out, not able to let out a coherent thought.

he pulled away to quickly murmur, “cum for me sweetheart, i’ve got you.”

and with that you let go, letting your orgasm hit you hard as logan slowed down so you could ride out your high. your juices were dripping down and covering more of his hand so he had to open his eyes to see the mess.

it was a beautiful disaster.

he pulled away from your clit and left soft kisses on your thigh while you let go of his hair and his hand. you were breathing heavily, eyelids fluttering and body shaking. he let go of your leg and helped you bring it down while he slowly pulled his fingers out of you.

they left with a loud plop making your eyes go wide, looking down at them and they were absolutely drenched. you looked at him and slowly opened your mouth, “such a good girl.” he muttered under his breath as he pulled his fingers up to your mouth.

you took them all the way and licked every drop while looking down at him. his eyes rolled to the back of his head before looking back at you. he pulled his fingers out and looked at how glossy your lips got.

he fixed your panties for you then helped you sit back up while you fixed your skirt. he got up, put your seatbelt on and gave you a kiss when he was done. he slid his tongue inside just so he could taste you once more.

he pulled away, walking back then closing the door shut. he walked back to the drivers seat, quickly getting in and putting his own seatbelt on then started the engine. “might want to take a short nap princess, it’s still quite a drive..” he says and gets back onto the road.

you turn to look at him, absolutely dumbfounded that he still wanted to go to work after that. “you’re joking-“

“i’m not baby, someone’s gotta work to take care of you.” he says with a chuckle making you gasp.

“i can literally-“ you started but he quickly cut you off, “just take a nap love, we’ll get there in no time.”

“so stubborn- i can’t believe you’re going to make me drive back home after that.” you whined and he could only chuckle.

“go to sleep you’re tired.” he says and you sigh.

you got as comfortable as you could be and let your body succumb to sleeplessness.

you woke up to light shakes and the sounds of loud machinery which instantly made you groan. you wiped your eyes then opened them to see logan staring at you with a grin on his face making you groan. “you’re evil for this.” you mutter and he shrugs.

he gets out of the car and that was when a brilliant idea came to mind and you took out a tube of lipstick from the pocket of your skirt and quickly put it on while he made his way to your door. you were somehow able to not over-line it just in time when he opened your door and offered you his hand.

you unbuckled your seatbelt and held the tube in your left hand while you took his hand with your right, letting him help you out. you nearly fell which made you thankful he was always a gentleman and helped you out often otherwise this would look off.

but based off the whistles and yells that came from other lumbermen maybe it wasn’t so discreet. he closed the door and held your waist with his left hand while you leaned onto him, trying to look semi normal.

with a few more limp steps you made it to the drivers side, he opened the door for you and you leaned up to kiss the side of his neck right where it’d be perfectly visible. you pulled away only to go down and do the same to one of the flaps of his flannel, the color was just dark enough to be able to tell what it was.

you pulled away and gave him a big smile while he just happily sighed, “drive safely, bub.”

you leaned up once again but this time gave him a small peck, “i love you.” you murmur against his lips before pulling away and taking a seat on the drivers seat.

“see ya in a few hours sweet girl.” he murmured, giving you a wink before walking towards his coworkers who were hollering like madmen.

[visceradiva]

i need a gangster [part one]

mob!141 x nursing student!reader (18+ mdni)

wc: 6.1k

author's note: heyyy babies. this is going to be a multi part thing, there's just a little bit of smut in this with daddy price and ghosty but we'll get dirtier as we collect our harem of hot mob guys (soap and gaz are next & get excited for these guys kissing)

warnings: violence & injuries, lots of discussion of pregnancy & breeding & ovulation, grinding, fingering, age gap (legal)

You watch the shape of John Price through frosted glass, and hear muffled yelling from the other side. 

You try to focus on your notes, your finger tracing the diagrams in your textbook.

You’ve been having two serious fucking months. It started at the beginning of the first month when your boyfriend dumped you, claiming he needed no distractions for med school. You were devastated. 

And apparently— as you’ve learned way too recently— your old man was probably a criminal. A once-GP working for who knows, and got killed for it. You think.

But good men don’t usually end up with a bullet in their brain, especially not in the UK. 

You wanted to feel bad, but after you found out about all the girls your age your dad was spending your nursing school tuition money on, the feeling numbed. 

John, an old friend of your dad’s, graciously takes you in after everything goes down. He won’t let you drop out, he insists he can pay the tuition. He does make you quit your job as an EMT, saying it isn’t safe for you to be out so late. You beg him to tell you, safe from what? Safe from who? But he never does.

John doesn’t tell you anything. Just leaves for hours on end and comes back in the middle of the night. When you wake up crying at 3AM, his shoulder is there for you to cry on. He skirts the line between boyfriend and father, too old for the former but too affectionate for the latter. But he’s nice, he likes your cooking and your company. 

John’s even there the one night where you both share too much of a bottle of whiskey. You stupidly kiss him and end up mewling and crying, riding his thigh while he comforts you. 

You hiccup and tears run down your face.

“John,” you whine.

He holds you up with a firm hand on your back, one on your hip. 

“Shh, love. Shh, don’t cry. It’s alright. Just take what you need, sweetheart.”

You never speak about it. Price just assumes you were so drunk that you can’t remember. Really, you’re so damn embarrassed that you have to just pretend it didn’t happen. 

After another month of hiding in his flat, when John is sure you’re safe, he gives you a job as his secretary, kind of. Once a week, you sit here and take names for the burly, scarred-up men who come to see him. They stroll in with bravado, flirting with you or condescending until you send them in to get barked at by John. They’re mostly quiet when they leave with their tails between their legs.

A man called Kyle Garrick comes around at some point whenever you work the desk, bringing you pastries and flirting with you until your heart is racing and John calls him in to have the calmest conversation you’ve heard— or rather haven’t heard— all day. Kyle always arrives with an arm of files and leaves empty handed, but not without taking a sweet from the dish you brought. 

The men who decide that being chewed out was your fault either have John or John and Kyle to deal with. 

So you know two things about John.

He’s a big, scary man who works with a lot of other big, scary men. 

And breaking fingers is like breathing to him. 

You hear two men’s voices as the door to the waiting room opens. It’s, John’s… henchmen? Beer buddies? Surrogate sons? You don’t half know. 

John MacTavish and Simon Riley, who John calls Soap and Ghost. You haven’t the slightest idea of their job or what they do for John. They’re both intimidating, but they don’t act as scary as they look, though. 

When you first met, they kept their distance from you, until one night John took a call and MacTavish leaned in.

“You dunnae think he’s a bit old for you?”

“MacTavish,” Riley growled.

“I’m only askin’!”

“Sorry, I… I don’t think I understand?”

“Yer a right bonnie lass, but… yer a wee bit young, no?”

“Oh I’m… I’m not his girlfriend, I’m just staying with him for the moment.”

“Ah.”

Foot in mouth instantly, he sat back.

“Eh… forget I said anythin’.”

Ghost had laughed hard when they returned home and explained the situation with your dad. 

Ever since then, MacTavish has been persistent. 

“Hello,” you chirp, smiling politely.

“There she is!” he greets you, a big grin on his face. He leans over your desk, with his big arms crossed, flexing as he does. “We missed you.” 

MacTavish is a flirt, and it makes your face hot. 

In a weird way, you missed them too. They’ve been gone for two weeks of your secretary duties. You think to ask where they were, but you know they won’t let it slip. Riley will say nothing and MacTavish will tell you how nice your hair looks instead of answering. 

Riley just stares at you, like he always does. He’s always got his face covered, a skull-face balaclava or gaiter and a hood. All you can ever see are those dark eyes staring you down. You never know what he’s feeling, if he’s angry at you. The idea of even asking him why he wears that thing has you shaking. You asked Kyle once, and he just laughed at you.

“That’s for Ghost to show you, love. Not me.” 

Soap leans over the desk further and catches a glance of your thighs peeking out from under this pretty dress you have on. It’s soft and feminine, like he knows you to be.

“All dressed up, eh? Tha’ for me?”

He sees you flush and flick your eyes away for a moment.

“Oh, it’s just… new.”

“Fuckin’ lovely, y’know-” 

“Price ‘bout done?” Riley interrupts MacTavish, nodding to John’s office, where the shouting continues

“Um… just about,” you tell him.

You want to sound a bit braver. You see MacTavish’s eyes light up at the sight of your sweets dish.

“Wannae sweet, LT?” he asks, plucking one from the dish. 

“Nah.”

He would have to lift that mask to eat it, you think. 

“Thanks, bon,” he tells you, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth. 

“You’re the last on the list, you could take a few more,” you offer.

He smirks.

“Takin’ a wee shine to me, are ya?”

You giggle stupidly, and see him grin again. Riley rolls his eyes, his own huge arms crossed. When MacTavish turns to look at him, you see a red-stained and poorly applied bandage on his deltoid as the sleeve of his t-shirt rides up. 

“Oh, what happened?”

“Hm?”

He looks at his arm.

“Ah, shit.”

“What now?”

“My fuckin’ stitches opened,” he growls to Riley.

“Shit.”

“Would you let me look at it?”

They both look at you and you silence the squeak in your throat.

“I-I’m an EMT,” you tell them. “Uh, can I… please?”

Soap fights the urge to drool. Your hands on him, fixing him up? And the way you said please. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging. 

You guide him behind your desk and supply the first aid kit from below. Soap is bright red at the sight of you on your hands and knees. You direct him to sit on the table.

“Can I touch you?” you ask softly.

He nods, far too eager. 

Your gloved hand pushes up his sleeve and you swallow at the size of his muscled arms. You remove the bandage, sticky and soaked through with blood. You need to toss this biohazard, and the bin is too far. 

“Um…”

You want Riley to help but you’re realizing you’ve never addressed him before. You can’t call him mister. Is he a real lieutenant or is that just what MacTavish calls him? You can’t just call him Simon, though, that feels even more wrong.

“Will you bring the bin over here?” you decide to say, and nod to the wastebasket near you.

He brings it over, standing a little too close to you. Your pulse is racing with these two men at this proximity.

“Could you… hold your sleeve up, please?”

Soap’s other hand drags his sleeve up and rests on his shoulder. You see something else peeking out, a milky circular scar. This was made by a bullet. 

“Get on with it,” Riley urges you. 

Your pulse pounds in your throat as you continue.  

“Steamin’ Jesus,” MacTavish hisses when you gently wipe at the blood with the supplied alcohol pad in the kit. You wouldn’t choose this to clean a wound. You make a mental note to talk to John about fixing a new kit. 

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts,” you coo, your eyes focused on cleaning this monstrous cut. “You didn’t get this done in hospital, did you?” 

“I did it,” Riley answers from your side. 

“You did a very poor job,” you say matter-of-factly, not looking at him. 

Soap has to keep from laughing when he sees Ghost shift at your words.

“This is going to hurt quite a bit,” you warn him as you stitch the gash. 

He grunts, eyes closing and nostrils flaring. You talk him through it the way you would any other patient, and delicately tie the knot off. You snip the extra thread and bandage it again— properly this time— and pat his back.

“All better.”

Fucking hell. He could kiss you. 

“You’re an EMT?” Riley asks, arms crossed.

“I was,” you clarify. 

“Not anymore?”

“I’m… I quit, to focus on nursing school.”

They can tell you’re lying, and they know Price made you quit your job.

“Ye have got one hell of a bedside manner, lass,” MacTavish jokes.

You beam, looking at your hands.

“Thank you. Oh, the stitches. Don’t touch that bandage for at least six hours. Then you can take it off, but you cannot scratch. It’ll itch terribly, but please don’t.”

“If they come undone, will ye stitch it again?” MacTavish flirts. 

“They will not come undone, because I’ve done a good job.”

Riley laughs at that. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him laugh before.

The man John was speaking to slinks out of the office and passes the two guard dogs. John looks out and raises a brow at the two of them. 

“Lads.”

Soap and Ghost sit in front of Price at his desk.

“Ye didnae tell us she’s a nurse, Cap’n,” Soap chirps.

“Because I know how you get around nurses.”

“Why not have her do her old man’s job?” Ghost suggests.

“She can’t handle that.”

“Handled Johnny fine.”

“Aye, she did,” Soap sighs. He leans back and grins thinking about you.

“Giddy like a schoolboy,” Price huffs, shaking his head. “I need you two to… watch her.”

“Watch her?”

“You both know I’ve got business with our friend in the States.”

“Aye, sir.”

“And you all know your jobs.”

They nod.

“She’ll be alone at home. I want you two to… stay with her, make sure she’s alright.”

“Ye think the Russians are still lookin’ for her?” Soap asks.

“Better safe than sorry. Nobody’s ever called Makarov a quitter.”

“And she knows?”

“I’m… telling her when we get home.”

The men glance at each other.

“Say she don’t want two big fuckers in her house?” Ghost suggests. 

“Then you two big fuckers stay the hell away from her house,” Price says simply. 

They nod.

“Fair.”

“Right.”

You make dinner in the kitchen and feel John hovering.

“John?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’re making me nervous.”

“Sorry. You remember I told you I’m going away for a bit?”

“Yeah, I remember.” 

“Uh… if you don’t wanna be alone, I… Riley and MacTavish could stay with you.”

“You don’t know any women that could stay?” you joke weakly.

“They’re good lads. They take orders well.”

Another of John’s choice of words that makes your stomach flip. 

“John… I need you to tell me what you do.” 

“I’m not having this conversation again,” he says. His tone is firm, but still gentle. 

You put down the spatula, turning to him.

“Today when I stitched up MacTavish I saw a…” you lean in, “a bullet scar.” 

John presses his lips together, hidden under his facial hair. He untucks his shirt and pulls it up. You see a similar scar on his obliques. 

“But that’s from the Army.”

“Love-” 

“John. Tell me that’s from the Army.” 

“I don’t need to tell you, you know it isn’t.” 

“Who’s… Makarov?”

“You were listening?”

“Yes, John! I saw a bullet scar on your… whatever he is! Bodyguard? Henchman?!” 

“Calm down.”

Price knows he’s done when your eyes get teary.

“God, I ca- I can’t just… sit around here while you’re gone not knowing wh-what sort of danger you’re in! O-or I’m in,” you sob. 

He takes you in his arms and you cry into his chest.

“Ghost and Soap will keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t want them, I want you to stay and talk to me.” 

You sniffle, your hands on his chest.

“Please, John. Please?” 

So Price tells you everything. Literally everything. It’s a borderline history lesson, he gets into the Soviet Union and Russian politics. When he explains what he and your dad were doing while you were living with aunts and cousins in the country, you stop crying and start feeling sick. 

You take a shaky breath. 

“You leave tomorrow?”

“Early,” he confirms.

He rubs a hand on your back, kissing your head.

You turn to look up at him and kiss him on the cheek.

“Be careful, John.”

“I will.” 

“Please, please…” you beg quietly.

“Do you want Ghost and Soap?”

You nod, sniffling.

You fall asleep against John’s chest. You’re peaceful for once, softly breathing as he strokes your hair. He scoops you up and takes you to your bedroom. 

He doesn’t miss the way your lips part when he sets you down, or just how hot your skin is when he brushes your thigh by accident.

He absolutely doesn’t miss the whine that leaves your throat when you turn over and shift in place. The subtle arch of your back and the roll in your hips. 

Price won’t deny that he wants you. 

But you’re asleep, and he’s leaving.

Maybe the lads can help with that.

At their place, Ghost is dead asleep in his room with his face on the pillow. 

Soap is awake, his whole body taut as he thinks about you. He fists his cock, stroking hard and fast. He imagines you under him, talking him through it the way you did when you stitched him.

“You’re doing very well,” you had cooed at him. 

A knock on the wall makes him freeze.

“Oi, keep it down!” Ghost growls from the other room. 

Soap’s phone lights up.

CPT PRICE

Congrats lads. You’re on bodyguard duty for three weeks. 

The next day, you’re making breakfast in the morning when you hear a knock on the door. You turn down the stove and peek through the peephole.

Riley and MacTavish, each with a duffel bag. 

You open the door and look at them.

“Mornin’,” MacTavish grumbles. 

“Hi.”

“Can we come in?” Riley huffs, nodding to the house.

You open the door and they toss their things on the couch.

Soap is exhausted, he hardly slept before Ghost dragged him out of bed and to the gym this morning. They both went straight to Price’s place, no time to recover. His hair is still wet from the shower. 

“Do you want breakfast?”

“Fuck yes,” Soap groans, sitting up. 

He hears you giggle and watches you as you return to the pan on the stove, and crack two more eggs in. The captain is one lucky bastard if he’s got you in your pajamas making him breakfast every morning.  

Riley lingers near you in the kitchen, standing straight up with his arms crossed.

If it was John, you’d tell him to relax. 

“Aw, c’mon, LT, yer scarin’ her,” MacTavish chides him, waving his hand.

“Am I?” Riley asks you.

“No, not- I’m not scared,” you squeak, feeling like an idiot because you sound terrified. 

He takes a step away and joins MacTavish on the couch.

You take a breath and reach for three dishes, placing them on the counter as you serve everyone’s breakfast.

You want to sit on the other side of MacTavish, so Riley can lift up his mask and you don’t have to look. You’re curious, sure, but the possibility of him being angry is enough to scare you away. 

But Soap moves to the left, leaving you the space inbetween. Everyone’s legs are touching and all three of you run hot at the moment. 

“It’s not a lot… I need to get groceries,” you tell them. “Just… haven’t had a chance to, I’ve got exams all next week.” 

“Give us a list and we’ll go,” Riley says, and without thinking, you look. 

Only for a second, then you whip your head back down to look at your breakfast, trembling.

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to-”

“Aw, donnae be scared, bon,” MacTavish jokes. 

“You can look,” Riley says firmly. 

You peek at him without turning your head. The mask is pulled up just over the tip of his nose, bottom half of his face on display. A diagonal scar goes across his lips, and you see another one on his jaw. You wonder how many more there are. You also spy a bruise on his cheek. 

“Are you alright?”

“Hm?”

“There’s… I can see a bruise.”

“Bit of trouble while we were away. It’s nothin’.”

“I can look at it, if you like. And I keep ice packs in the freezer for John’s ‘nothing’, too,” you tell him, putting finger quotes around the words. 

You finish your breakfast and take a frigid shower. Sitting on the couch between those two has your body humming, you can’t even think. You have two exam review sessions today and you need to be laser focused. 

You do take a little extra time with your hand between your thighs thinking about MacTavish’s big arms and Riley’s deep voice. 

You write them a list and hand it to Riley.

“Um… if you pick up something I can fix it. I don’t know if you two cook any.”

“Nah, Soap can burn water.”

You giggle softly and cover your mouth. 

“Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh,” you tell Soap.

He sees something change in Ghost.

“Alright, um… I’ll see you two later.”

You leave and Soap raises a brow.

“You like her, LT.”

“Shut up.”

“You do! Ha!”

Soap grins and then scowls.

“I liked her first,” he reminds Ghost.

“It’s about who she likes, Johnny.”

The two of them seem to fit well into your life. You almost wonder if John briefed them on your habits and routine. 

These lads love you. They love that even when you’re tired or overwhelmed, you’re still kind.

You warm up to Johnny more than you do to Simon, even if they both insist on you calling them by their first names. Johnny’s funny and he’s a flirt, yes, but you appreciate his outlook. When you come home late at night he’s there with a movie on the TV and a pint of ice cream.

Simon is more like dealing with a shelter cat. You have to coax him slowly, offer him gentle kindness until he lets you get closer. He’s more comfortable pulling up his mask to eat, but he still tugs it down quickly. 

You know it’s your house, and you’re not afraid to tell them what to do. You always leave them a list of chores when you leave for your observation hours and they find it when they return from the gym. But the i’s are always dotted with a heart. 

They give you a wide berth during your exams, and when you finally slump on the couch at the end of the week and smile, they know you’re finished.

“So… next week in hospital?” Johnny clarifies. 

“New unit in hospital next week,” you sigh happily.

“Where you startin’?” 

“Labor and delivery,” you chirp. “I’m so excited. I love babies.”

“Ye wannae be a mammy some day?” Johnny asks.

“Oh, yes. A sweet little chubby baby, how cute would that be?”

Ghost might die on this couch. You would be an adorable mother. He imagines you cooing and holding a little blond baby-

Whoa. He pauses his own thoughts. Fucking calm down, Riley. 

You look to the side and see a cut on Simon’s neck. 

“What happened there?” you ask, reaching over to touch it.

Soap lurches to stop you and Ghost flicks his eyes over to tell him it’s alright.

“Had a scuffle. It’s-”

“Don’t say it’s nothing,” you chide softly, finger skimming just below it. “If you’re going to wear that mask you need a bandage on it so it doesn’t touch the fabric.”

“I’m fine.”

“Johnny, will you get my kit?”

Soap is still giddy with how fast you started to call them Johnny and Simon. 

“Aye aye.”

You stand up, framing Simon’s face with a hand, tilting his head to look at the cut closer.

“Oh, Simon, this is really nasty.”

“It’s fine,” he repeats, trying to keep his voice steady while you stand between his legs.

Johnny hands you your kit. You get to work cleaning Simon’s wound, he tries not to push into your delicate touch his jaw and his exposed neck. 

“What happened?” you coo softly. 

You hardly notice that his hand is on the back of your thigh, holding you closer to him. 

He hisses when your gloved finger swipes an antibiotic onto the cut. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you murmur. “I know it hurts.”

You place a bandage over it and smile.

“There we are. All done.” 

He says nothing, eyes on you. 

“You should wash your mask,” you say softly. “If you bled on it, I mean. Not that it’s dirty-”

“I get it.” 

He hesitates.

“Thank you, nurse.” 

You giggle at that.

“I’m not a real nurse yet.”

The next week at the hospital is bliss. You love seeing all the mothers and their complete joy while they meet their sweet little babies for the first time. 

You knock on a hospital door.

“Hi,” you call softly. “Brought you some juice.”

“Oh, room service,” the woman inside jokes.

You giggle and hand her the cup of juice and ice. She takes a grateful sip.

“Thank you, darl.”

“Of course. Do you need anything else?”

“Erm… they’re bringin’ her back round soon, yeah?”

You peek out. 

“Rounding the corner as we speak.”

“Thank God.”

Your supervising nurse gently hands her the baby as she places the juice onto her small table.

“Hi, my darling. Look at you.”

“She’s so precious,” you say.

“Isn’t she? Oh, I’ve been dyin’ for a girl. My boys are my whole world, but… gosh, she’s lovely.”

“Your husband wanted a girl?”

“Yeah, how’d you think I got that big belly in the first place?”

All three of you laugh.

“He had sisters ‘n all. He’ll be a good dad to a little girl.” 

She coos at her baby and you feel that weird knot in your stomach, that ache to know that feeling. You’ve been having it all week, especially going home to your two live-in bodyguards. You used to think you and your ex would get married, have some babies. You always daydreamed about being the perfect duo, a pediatrician and a pediatric nurse. At least he’ll be able to provide as a father, even if he is a dickhead. 

Johnny would need some work to be a dad, but he’d have fun and games down perfect. Simon would take to it well, if not a little scary for a little girl or boy. 

John would really be an amazing father. He could be loving and stern and silly when he needed to be. But you think about your aunt learning you had a baby with one of your dad’s Army mates and you cringe outwardly.

“You alright, love?” the nurse asks you.

“Oh, f-fine. Who’s next?”

Your shift ends late in the evening, and you sigh, remembering your walk home. Nothing too bad, just sometimes there’s drunk men from the pubs who catcall you on your way back. 

You hear the ladies at the desk murmuring as you walk over.

“Goodnight, ladies,” you chirp.

“Wait, there’s some guy out there!”

“What?”

“Yeah, Susan said she saw someone out there with a mask on!” 

“Oh… that’s…”

You see Simon outside, who nods to you.

“That’s not your boyfriend is it?”

“Uh, he, um… we’re…”

How can you explain it?

“Yeah,” you squeak out.

“What’s wrong with him?” one girl asks.

Another nurse sucks her teeth.

“Don’t say that! Liv, tell the security guard to stop watching him.”

“That beast out there won’t keep her safe?”

“Would you stop?” 

“Seriously, how tall is he?”

You don’t know how tall he is, just that he’s taller than you. 

“Oh, um… hundred eighty nine centimeters? I think?”

“Fuck me.”

“Go do a round,” the older nurse sighs. “Have a nice night, love. Stay safe.”

You say goodbye and head out, cringing at your choice to lie.

“Hey.”

“Y’know, when a man in a skull mask shows up late at night most people think they’re gonna get robbed,” you say with a sigh.

“Sorry.”

“Why are you here?”

“You got off late. Walkin’ you home.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” 

“Price don’t walk you home?”

“Sometimes. John’s busy.”  

“Well, I ain’t. So let’s go, it’s fuckin’ freezin’.” 

Simon walks with you, subtly guiding you to the inside of the street. Hands shoved in his pockets, head on a swivel. 

“Where’s Johnny?”

“With Gaz.”

You blink.

“Shit. Uh… Kyle,” he corrects himself. 

“Oh! Really?” you giggle, shaking your head. “Gaz, Ghost, and Soap. That’s so silly.” 

He laughs, even though you barely hear it.

“Are you blond, Simon?” you ask without thinking.

“Why?”

“Sorry. I… I just noticed your eyelashes yesterday and I thought… ‘maybe he’s blond’.”

“I am, yeah.”

“Not that I’m asking to see your face, no, I-I wouldn’t-”

“You scared of me?” he asks honestly, eyeing you.

“Uh�� not as much as I was.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“I know,” you say plainly. “John trusts you, and I trust him.” 

“So him ‘n you never…?”

He catches the split-second of panic on your face. 

“Oh, well… we… we kissed once. But we were both drunk,” you explain quickly. 

You’re bending the truth, Ghost can tell.

“Yeah?”

“Well… maybe a little more than that.”

He sees your coy little smile and grins under his mask.

“You likin’ it in there?” he asks, nodding back to the hospital.

“I love it. I’m thinking it might be my spot when I’m finished.”

“You good with the babies, eh?”

“Gosh, I hope I am.” 

You open the door to John’s building and greet the doorman, going up in the lift. 

You unlock the door and open it, seeing Johnny asleep on the couch. Simon whistles and he sits up instantly.

“Hi, bon.” 

“Hi, Johnny.”

“You hungry?”

“Oh, no. Just tired.”

You turn back to Simon.

“Thank you for walking me home.”

He shrugs it off and you get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“Where’s my kiss?” Johnny jokes.

You kiss his cheek as you walk to your room.

“Goodnight, lads.”

“Night, bonnie!”

“G’night,” Simon mutters, stunned. 

In the early morning, Soap gets a call from Gaz. He shoots you and Ghost a text in the little groupchat you made.

nurse + men in her house 

johnny 🧼mactavish

Out oan run w Gaz. B back later

simon 💀riley 

Roger

You sit on the couch watching the TV absently. Johnny’s still gone and Simon’s gone to the gym. You scroll on your phone and see a video of a YouTuber and her toddler playing and laughing. The baby’s face is blurred, but you can almost hear his little smile. It makes your heart ache and you feel a little pain in your side. Shit. You swap over to your period tracking app and wince, seeing the cycle words highlighted. You’re ovulating, no wonder you’ve been craving a baby like mad. Even if your stupid ex was here, you couldn’t really tell him why you needed to get fucked so badly. The sex was pretty sparse and very unfulfilling toward the end anyway.

You try to focus on the film on the TV to keep your mind off of that deep, biological need.

You shiver and change the channel, flipping to some nature documentary. You sigh and watch, rubbing your temples until they show a mother bear and her cute little cubs toddling around. She cleans them with her tongue and they almost look like they’re smiling. Then you can’t help it, you burst into tears.

You’re crying so much you don’t even hear the door unlock and open. Simon enters and stares at you. You catch his eye and cover your face.

“S-Simon-”

“What’s wrong?”

He crosses the floor instantly, at your side in a second. 

“Did somebody make you cry?”

“No, no… I-”

You take a shaky breath, but you only sob harder. You hug him, which shocks him for a second until he wraps his huge arms around you.

“Oh, it’s so stupid,” you whine, wiping at your eyes.

“Go on, tell us.”

“I just… I’ve been in hospital all week… seeing these mothers and all these sweet little infants and I just- God, I want a baby,” you cry, exhaling.

Simon’s hand holds your face. It’s big and warm. 

“That ain’t stupid.”

You sniffle, shaking your head.

“No, it’s stupid.”

“No, it ain’t. You told us you wanna be a mum. And your body’s… fuckin’ hardwired for it,” he attempts to comfort you. “S’normal.”

His jaw clenches and he avoids your eyes.

“You… on your period or somethin’?” 

“No, I’m ovulating and it hurts,” you say quietly, trying to push more tears away. 

If you could see the way Ghost is red under this mask. He swallows and tilts his head.

“I could… if you want… I could help,” he offers quietly. 

“Oh, Simon, y-you-”

“Nothin’ serious. Unless you… want that.”

You’ve never seen him like this. He’s shy, stumbling over his words.

“Would you really?”

He nods. And you think for a moment. You really just need some release at the moment. You have a vibrator, but it never works well enough. 

“Please,” you whisper.

“Your room?”

You nod and he picks you up like nothing, like you’re a cat, and carries you all of five long steps to your room. He sets you on the bed gently and looks around for a second. Your room is a little chaotic— organized chaos though— he sees anatomy notes and a schedule on a whiteboard, pictures of your friends from photo-booths and Polaroids pinned up on the walls. And a stuffed rabbit on the bed.

“Oh, sorry.”

You pick up Robby and move him to your desk, on top of your textbooks. You hesitate and turn him around.

Ghost thinks it’s sweet. He knows you’re sweet, he wants to make you feel good.

You return to the bed and meet his eyes. You can’t help but giggle, because it’s all so absurd to you in that moment. 

“Can I kiss you?” you ask him.

He nods, hooking his thumb under the mask and pulling it up over his nose.

“It’s like when they kiss in Spider-Man,” you joke, giving him a soft kiss on his scarred lips. 

Something clicks into place, something biological and needy, that has you wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to lay on top of you. Your legs fall open and Simon slots between them as you kiss deeper. His big hands hold your waist and you gasp at the contact. 

Oh, you’re really pent up. Ghost has a feeling your ex wasn’t doing anything right.

So he starts holding you a little tighter, pushing his hips against you, kissing your neck. The place he’s slotted between your legs is hot and he can guess it’s starting to get wet. 

“Simon,” you breathe, your head rolling back.

“S’good?”

You squeak and giggle when his thumb digs into your side.

“That tickles!” you say, squirming away. 

He playfully drags you back, kissing your cheek.

“I’ll be gentle, love.” 

It’s eager and honest. A solemn vow, he means it. 

He can’t help but smirk against your skin knowing Soap is going to find out he got you first. His hand travels down your skin, his fingers pushing up the hem of your shirt and admiring the soft skin of your belly. 

You paw at the zipper of his hoodie and he unzips it and shrugs it off, letting you see his arms. One side is scarred up, and the other is littered with tattoos at the forearm. 

Giving you no time to react, his hand slips into your shorts, big fingers rubbing you over your panties. You moan and cover your mouth with your hand.

“No, lemme hear.” 

You move your hand away and lock eyes with him, which makes you whimper when his hand slides into your panties.

“Wet already,” he husks. 

One of his fingers pushes into your pussy and you grab his arm, eyes squeezing shut. 

“Y’so fuckin’ tight,” he grits against your neck.

You cry out, feeling him move it further in and curl it slightly. 

“Y-you- oh…” 

He adds another finger and you squeak at the burn of the stretch. His fingers are big and thick and when you think of them holding a big gun you cover your eyes with your hands. 

“Have you ever killed someone?” you blurt out, feeling moronic instantly. 

He looks at you. He doesn’t say anything.

The silence is all you need though.

“And John… and Johnny, a-and Kyle too?” you ask, your lip wobbling as you try not to sob again.

“Love,” he coos. “Lemme make you feel good ‘n we can talk, right?”

You nod and his other hand wipes a tear from your face with his thumb.

His fingers curl up and you whine, your hips keening upward. The heel of his hand presses against your clit and you dig your nails into his arm.

“Sorry!” you gasp, pulling away your hand and seeing the little crescent-shaped divots from your nails in his skin. You rub your hand over it, pouting at him. 

He stares at you for a moment and you squirm a little. He feels you clench and twitch around his fingers.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, please keep going,” you beg quietly.

“That don’t hurt,” he murmurs. “You do whatever you want, love. That don’t hurt.” 

A strangled noise rips through your throat when his fingers curl up again and you fist your hand in his shirt. 

Ghost fucks his fingers in and out quickly, but not too rough. He wants you to feel good, and really doesn’t want to scare you. 

“Tha’s good, love. Yeah. Just breathe,” he pants against your cheek.

You feel the knot Simon’s been untying inside of you finally start to give, and you grip his wrist as your hips cant desperately. 

“Simon- don’t- don’t stop! Th-there! Yes! Si- oh, shit, I-I’m g-”

You sob as you cum, and you cum hard. You tremble in his arms and he pumps his fingers in your pussy until you’re pawing at his arm and mewling.

“S’too much,” you hiccup. 

He pulls his fingers out and you watch him stupidly as he licks them clean. You feel like you might faint. 

You smile, dazed. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. “That was really nice.” 

“You need anythin’ else?”

“A little nap before class,” you tell him. 

He moves to get up and you tug him down.

“Wait…”

You kiss him softly and curl up to his chest. 

“Will Johnny be mad?”

“Dunno. You plannin’ on kissin’ him?”

You giggle and hide in his chest.

“Probably. Do you mind sharing?"

"Ain't my place."

"In that case, I think I like Kyle, too.”

“And Price?”

You sigh.

“Too old?” 

“Just a bit. Kinda makes him even more… enticing, I guess.” 

When you fall asleep, Ghost sneaks from your room as Soap and Gaz enter through the front door. They see him with his hoodie off and his mask still up.

“You British cunt, did you fuck her?!” Soap shouts. 

He death-glares Soap and hears you laugh from your room. 

“Said she ain’t opposed to sharin’,” Ghost says to the both of them with a smirk, tugging down his mask. 

“No time for that,” Gaz starts. “Makarov’s back.”

[andypantsx3]

𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 : 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑖

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike. All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother,steps in and blows it all to pieces. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friend’s little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, 18+; mdni! 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ: 4.7k | chapter 2 of 4

Then

The Todoroki house was the most interesting place you had ever been.

At home it was just you and your mom, and most of the time she was working, or recovering from working, but the Todoroki house was packed with children from wall to wall. There was almost never a dull minute—except when Todoroki Enji came home and everyone got stiff and weird—but when he wasn’t around, you found you preferred the Todoroki mansion to the loneliness of your own empty house.

Touya seemed to sense this, and deigned to invite you over often, enough that you found yourself following him home after school at least once a week.

After the first time, you’d been introduced to his other siblings, Fuyumi and Natuso, who were both much nicer than Touya, and notably far more talkative. Shouto was a near-constant too, almost always propped on his mother’s hip when you arrived home, and always eager to be handed off to you, enough that you could tell Touya was annoyed.

“You’re not even related,” he complained, and you hid a smile at his barely-couched jealousy.

“I’m just better than you,” you told him, sticking your tongue out, dodging when he tried to grab it. You’d never had siblings, and you’d been forced to learn quickly that nothing was off-limits to people with younger siblings. Revenge would always be exacted.

Even when Shouto got older, old enough to talk in complete sentences and toddle about on his own, he seemed to prefer your company. You and Touya were almost never left alone to play on your own, Shouto always in the room with you, almost velcroed to your side.

He was on the floor next to you in the living room on one such occasion, Touya absolutely destroying you in Super Mario, when Rei called Touya in from the kitchen.

Touya rolled his eyes, pausing and flinging his controller at your head with the manner of someone who hoped it actually connected. “Don’t restart while I’m gone or I’ll kill you.”

You saluted him as he stomped out, taking a minute to stretch out from where you’d sat hunched over your controller. You bumped Shouto as you did, and he looked up at you from his coloring book, where he was shading in a pair of penguins in hot pink.

“Nice choice,” you told him, and Shouto looked a little bit like he was trying not to preen.

“Izuku in my class says penguins mate for life, like us,” he said, authoritatively.

You blinked, your brain snagging on the like us. Alphas, betas, and omegas could mate for life, and were generally expected to, but that didn’t always quite play out if you didn’t find your life mate. Your mother was a near-hand example, your father having left her while you were still in swaddling clothes, only to pass away a short few years later. They hadn’t been life mates, you’d come to realize recently—though your mother still believed in them. You hoped she’d find hers still, someday.

You thought maybe, however, that you were not going to hold out hope for your own, if it was as tricky as it seemed.

“You know not everyone does, right?” you asked, peering down at Shouto.

Wide, guileless eyes stared back up at you. Shouto had lost a little of his baby fat recently, but absolutely none of his sweetness.

“Who does not?” he demanded, sitting back on his haunches.

You fiddled with the controller in your fingers, wondering suddenly if you should have brought this up with him. “Some people. My parents didn’t,” you said, cautiously.

Shouto’s eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. “Your parents?”

You shook your head. “Sometimes people don’t find them even after all of the mating runs.”

Shouto did not look pleased with this. His eyes roved over you, pinning on you with a sort of sudden, unnerving intensity. “Sometimes people go on mating runs. And their life mate is not there because they are too young to go yet.”

You blinked, surprised by the specificity of this conclusion. “Sometimes, probably, yeah.”

Shouto’s tiny frown deepened, and he carefully arranged himself up against your side. “You will wait though, right?”

Your hand found its way unthinkingly into his hair, ruffling it. He was a sweet kid. “I mean, people usually go through more than one mating run, right?”

Shouto pressed more insistently into your side. “You will keep going until your life mate is there, though.”

You had an image of yourself, greying and eighty, slowly wobbling on your cane through the preserve. You suppressed a laugh. “I’ll go as I can until I age out, how about that?”

Shouto nodded, satisfied. His crayon resumed on the penguins, fiery pink streaking across the page. “I will be there,” he pronounced definitively.

His decisive tone startled a laugh out of you. You grinned down at him, unable to help the urge to ruffle his hair again. “I’ll stick around until we can run together. Although you better get good at climbing trees.”

Shouto blinked, his mouth pursing in puzzlement. “Trees,” he repeated to himself.

You nodded. “If I’m not an alpha, and I have to hide somewhere, I’m going to find the best tree in the preserve and go up it and not come down until I find my life mate.”

You would not be like your parents. You would not settle, and you would be realistic about your prospects.

Shouto’s eyes tracked across your face once more, like he was committing the statement to memory.

“You’re welcome to come up with me,” you said. You couldn’t imagine Shouto as anything other than an omega like his mom, not with that sweet little face. You didn’t like the idea of some alpha trying to get at him, so it was better he stay safe in your tree with you.

The thought suddenly rankled, and you decided you were done with this discussion. Better not to think of Shouto all grown up and spirited away from everyone until you absolutely had to.

You tapped a finger on Shouto’s coloring book, turning him back to it. “Anyway. Tell me about the other animals in here? Did Izuku tell you about any of these?”

Shouto looked down at the page, his expression shifting seriously. “This is a killer whale,” he said, pointing to a corner of the page he’d colored in with a blob of forest green. “They are related to dolphins. They are the biggest dolphin in the world.”

You nodded, relaxing back on your hands, gesturing for him to go on.

Shouto took his job very seriously, explaining solemnly and in great detail all the animals on the page, the way he sometimes described all his toys to you. You let him go on, finding that you liked listening to Shouto talk—he was rarely so wordy, but he was easy and familiar and funny in how seriously he took everything.

You laid back and listened to him, hoping Touya took a little extra time in the kitchen. Shouto looked pleased to have your attention, and soon enough you found yourself dozing, your head against his little thigh, content with Shouto’s sweet little voice washing over you.

In Shouto’s company, the Todoroki house felt a lot like home.

Now

Your beloved mother woke you in the morning ramming the vacuum into the door of your old bedroom-turned-storage room.

You groaned from your air mattress, your old bed frame sold off already to pay a gas bill. You missed that thing.

“Only a week together and you were out all day yesterday,” your mother said when you emerged from your old room, shooting you a look that immediately made you feel like a teenager again. She was wearing one of your old sweatshirts, that she’d clearly commandeered because she’d missed you.

Your heart squeezed a little at the familiar sight of her, but not enough to curb your morning fussiness.

“Maybe I was out scoping alphas to pounce on during the run,” you said, shuffling towards the kitchen and the promise of coffee.

“You were out with the mayor’s son,” she said, sniffing. A small smile pulled at your mouth—she had pettily refused to call Touya by his name for years.

She’d been thrilled by your friendship with him when you were kids. From the outside, Touya had looked like a beautiful little boy from a well-to-do family. You knew she’d once held out hope for your friendship to turn into something more, to see you settled into a well-off family and taken good care of.

For your part, however, you’d been drawn to Touya but never interested in that way, and you knew Touya felt the same. And things had only gotten more complicated when Touya’s mental health had crumbled like dirt under his father’s heel, and even worse when the Todoroki family fire broke out; Touya’s extensive burns damaged his glands and destroyed any evidence of his secondary gender before he’d even presented. Though, personally, you’d always suspected he was an omega. He was showy, flashy, possessed of that classic omega need for praise and attention—not quite to your tastes.

You thought you probably preferred someone a little more lowkey, someone steady and easy. Definitely not Touya.

There was also the fact that his efforts as of late seemed directed at the one quarter of your friend group with blonde, fluffy hair. Though you knew Touya would rather burn his remaining skin off before admitting it.

Either way, your mother’s hopes of a marriage into the Todoroki family were dashed, along with her opinion of Todoroki Enji when things finally came to head, and she’d never quite forgiven Touya for it.

“Touya says hello,” you answered distractedly, fiddling around with the coffee machine, though of course Touya had said no such thing. “I saw Rei though, and Natsuo and Fuyumi and Shouto. Did you know Shouto is a firefighter now? He’s gotten so big.”

“An alpha?” your mom’s voice floated out from the living room, her eagerness not quite suppressed.

You laughed, though a tiny, strange sort of spark lit up your spine. “Mom, I’m a couple years too old for him. I’m like his grandma.”

“Oh you are not, you dramatic thing,” you heard her sniff.

“Our first date could be at my bingo hall,” you carried on over the hiss of the water boiling, the dribble of coffee into the pot. “And we could get drunk on our prune juice, and I could slide out my dentures waiting for him to kiss me—”

“I’m going to sell you,” your mother said, her vacuum starting up again pointedly. You heard the distinct thump of it being rammed into a couch leg and grinned.

You knew she wanted to see you settled because she loved you, wanted to see you taken care of in all the ways that she hadn’t been. Your father had let her down years before he’d even passed, which you thought should have besmirched any alpha’s good name in your mother’s book. But she was determined to believe in love and life mates despite it all, and you admired her for it. She was a stubborn thing.

You spent the morning helping her do chores, clambering up onto the counters and getting all the places she couldn’t regularly reach, hauling out her trash and googling your way through some low-level repairs. You shared a quick breakfast in between, dodging more questions about the mating run, before returning to cleaning.

You were covered in dust and a thin layer of Lysol by the time you remembered you’d promised to meet Shouto at the fire station for lunch. There was not enough time to change or shower if you wanted to pick something up on the way, and you supposed it was well enough that Shouto did not actually possess the level of interest in you that your mother might have wanted him to.

“Going to see my child bride,” you told your mom on the way out, laughing and dodging a sponge.

The walk to the fire station took the better part of forty-five minutes, including a long interlude spent hemming and hawing over the prepared foods section of the grocery store before you finally settled on cold soba—Shouto’s favorite from when you were younger, if you remembered correctly.

The fire station itself was an older, whitewashed multi-story building, set back from the main road. The garage doors were open in the warming spring air, the bright red of the fire engines clearly visible from blocks away. You must have been visible from blocks away, too, because Shouto stepped out as you turned onto the drive, the dark blue of his stationwear stark against his skin.

Your heart did a strange lurching motion in your chest, and you pointedly did not let your eyes linger on the way his uniform belted in at his hips, highlighting the trimness of his waist and the breadth of his shoulders. Nope.

“Hi Shouto,” you said, holding up your bag of spoils. “You still like soba, right?”

Shouto blinked, his eyelashes fluttering. Long fingers touched the bag, hefting it carefully from your grip. “You remember.”

You grinned up at him. “How could I forget? Especially because I was there when you had it for the first time. You flung some at Touya from your high chair and it ended up on me instead.”

Shouto looked embarrassed, a pink flush spreading prettily across the tops of his high cheekbones. “I do not believe you.”

“Uh huh,” you said.

Shouto’s mouth pulled into what might have been a nonexpression on anyone else, but was most definitely a pout on him. Cute.

“I can reassure you there will be no soba flung today,” he promised, his deep voice earnest. Then he paused. “Touya is not in range.”

A surprised laugh escaped you, and the edge of Shouto’s lips pulled. He looked pleased with himself for having drawn it out of you. He’d always made you laugh, even as a kid—though mostly for how incongruously serious he was as a child, even about the silliest things. But also for how he seemed able to press people’s buttons—Touya’s especially—just by existing.

Shouto gestured you inside, and you studied the firetrucks as you passed them, mostly so you did not watch the way Shouto’s shoulders shifted beneath his shirt.

When he caught your look of curiosity, Shouto led you over to one, opening the door for you to take a look inside. You peered at all the knobs and switches interestedly, leaning into the cab. It looked complex, and yet very familiar. It actually looked a lot like the toy fire truck that once spent a fair amount of time occupying the inside of baby Shouto’s mouth.

You glanced back, opening your mouth to tell Shouto as much, when suddenly two large hands were at your waist, warm and sure. They lifted you right into the driver’s seat like it was absolutely no effort.

You fell into the cab, suddenly winded. You whipped around to stare at Shouto, heart hammering with the casual display of alpha strength, unable to help the wide-eyed look you knew you were giving him. That was—that was—not allowed.

“Am I—can I be—in here?” you garbled out, trying not to make obvious the real reason for your sudden disorientation.

Shouto stepped up onto the wheel plate to lean into the cab beside you, bringing in a puff of that scent like campfire on a cold day. “Yes,” he answered, looking unbothered with how close his face was to yours.

You watched him helplessly, brain fogging with his proximity and his scent. He was very, very pretty up close. He’d grown into what had to be the most beautiful person you’d actually ever seen—his mother’s looks, dialed up to an eleven. The deliberate alpha edge to him should have been at odds with that delicate sensuality—but instead it was like his secondary gender sat on him like a beam of sunlight, highlighting his beauty.

It was totally at conflict with the round, pudgy little thing he’d been when you’d first seen him, the lanky preteen you’d left him as.

He felt so familiar and yet so strangely new. It was disconcerting.

You quickly averted your gaze, making a show of leaning in over all the dials and buttons. Shouto leaned right over your lap, his chest warm against your legs, patiently explaining what each one did in his low, calm tone. The depth of his voice was so shocking, but the tone so similar to what it had been—you could remember him explaining animals in his coloring book to you in much the same level of careful detail once.

Your head spun with the dichotomy. Baby Shouto, a lifetime away, and adult alpha Shouto here in front of you—

You hurriedly pushed the thought of adult alpha Shouto down before you could think too deeply on it. That was off limits.

When you’d had your fill and Shouto had managed to make sure you didn’t accidentally deploy the ladder in the station itself, he helped you down from the cab, his hands hot on your waist.

“I’m old but still spry enough to get myself down, young man,” you told him as he settled you back on the station floor. Your heartbeat felt like it was somewhere around your throat.

“I did not hear your bones creak at least,” Shouto said, startling you into a laugh again.

His mouth twitched as he led you further into the station, giving you a short tour of the gear racks, the office, the laundry room and fitness room stuffed with several of his coworkers, a room that smelled overwhelmingly of clashing alpha scents, none nearly as good as Shouto’s.

A cheery red head waved to you from the leg press, that Shouto introduced as Kirishima, and a blonde alpha greeted him with a towel whipped directly at Shouto’s face. Shouto ducked it with the ease of long practice.

“Oi halfie, who the fuck told you you could eat the cookies I brought in?” the blonde demanded, barely sparing you an acknowledging glace as he reracked a mind-bogglingly enormous set of weights.

Shouto introduced him anyway, in a deliberately bland tone that you immediately recognized as one he deployed to rile up Touya. “This is Bakugou Katsuki.”

“Answer the damn question,” Bakugou said.

Shouto blinked long and slow and absolutely meant to annoy. You hid a smile. “Am I expected to fight fires on an empty stomach,” Shouto said, flatter than a question.

“I’ll fucking show you an empty stomach when I rip out your—”

“You must be Y/N,” Kirishima said loudly from the leg press. You instantly clocked a beta disruption technique at work and smiled at him.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, searching for something to reply with, uniting in his peace-keeping mission. “That’s—an impressive amount of weight.”

“Thanks!” Kirishima said brightly.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught Shouto’s head snapping towards you, and you looked back to find his eyes narrowed on you.

“I can press as much,” Shouto said, his tone insistent. He crowded a little closer to you.

Your eyebrows crept towards your hairline, mystified. “I—that’s—great?”

A tiny frown pulled at Shouto’s mouth, and a disgusted sound issued from Bakugou’s corner of the gym. “You gotta be fucking kidding me. Take this shit right outta here,” Bakugou demanded.

Shouto ignored him, still staring at you. He pressed closer, his shoulders shifting so that he was angled between you and Kirishima, obscuring most of your line of sight.

“I—mean you definitely look like you can press, um, a lot,” you continued, bewildered. “The only pressing I do is, uh, french press.”

The frown evaporated from Shouto’s expression, something suddenly pleased descending over it instead. Beyond him, you thought you could see Kirishima smiling, mouthing you look like you can press a lot to Bakugou, and an answering eye-roll from Bakugou. Oh god. Had you said that?

Your face heated, and you immediately decided an evacuation was in order. “Well thanks for letting us interrupt you. Nice to meet you guys. Shouto—should we—?”

Shouto’s hand found the small of your back, gently guiding you. All thought of Kirishima and Bakugou suddenly evaporated under the feeling of that hot palm, and you barely managed another wave as Shouto shadowed you out of the room. He led you up a flight of stairs to the dorm area, where several more of his coworkers were arrayed, chatting over their own lunches.

Face still sort of warm, you helped Shouto unpack the soba and the various side dishes you’d grabbed. He disappeared further into the kitchen and returned with glasses of water and the appropriate utensils, arraying everything in front of you.

“So this is going to be your first run,” you said conversationally, after you’d taken your first bite of soba. “Got any lucky omega in mind?”

Shouto’s eyes darted up from his chopsticks to your face, grey and blue pinning you. “I have… someone in mind,” he said, after a moment.

A strange twinge made itself known in your chest again. You ignored it, shoving more noodles into your mouth determinedly.

“I am sure you will have absolutely no trouble, but I am happy to give you a quick rundown of all the usual hiding spots anyway,” you said. “Most omegas actually end up not too far into the preserve because they want to be caught, so it should be pretty easy.”

One of Shouto’s brows quirked the tiniest bit. “I have reason to believe I’ll need to follow at least a few miles.”

You felt your own eyebrows lift. Not too many omegas went super far in, unless they were looking to avoid someone or pose a real challenge. You went miles in specifically for that reason as well—to steer clear of the action, not that it was likely to find you anyway—and get up your tree before anyone came looking.

“There’s fewer spots that far out because the brush gets all scraggly at the coast,” you said. “There’s a few outcroppings though that I’ve seen omegas go for. You really think your intended will go that far?”

Shouto considered you for a long moment, those mismatched eyes roving over you. “I do.”

Whoever it was, they were going to make him work for it, huh? You suppressed a growing spot of offense on his behalf.

“And you’re sure about this person?” you asked.

Shouto nodded. “I have been sure since I was very small.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the same time as your stomach seemed to drop. That was very sweet—and also strangely disheartening to hear.

Why was that disheartening?

“Then—do you think they’re for sure your life mate?” you asked, taking a careful, studied sip of water.

“I do,” Shouto answered. The simplicity of his statement spoke for itself. You were a beta and did not have quite the same capacity to detect your mate as an alpha, but you knew alphas always knew. You wondered if he’d always known he was going to end up an alpha if he’d had that instinctive understanding since he was young.

You wondered why he’d never said anything, all those years you’d grown up together.

Your heart did a strange dip, sinking at the same time it lifted for him.

“I’m really happy for you Shouto. I’m glad I came back just in time to see you find happiness, when it feels like I have already missed so much else,” you told him.

Shouto leaned forward, catching your eye. His gaze was serious where it caught yours. “I am glad you came back, too. You have been… missed,” he said.

Your heartbeat fluttered, and you gripped the edge of the table, trying to quell the feeling. It would not do to be too overwhelmed by Shouto. Not now.

You managed a smile, and quickly rerouted the conversation back to the hiding spots you knew, and the forest trails you’d seen most omegas utilize. Shouto watched you carefully, and you hoped he was committing the information to memory.

After that the conversation turned to more innocuous topics, a rehashing of some of your shared childhood memories, some picking on Touya. The soba disappeared between the two of you, as well as all the side dishes you’d brought. Shouto was incredibly easy to talk to, you found—a fascinating blend of the earnest, slight shit-stirrer of a little boy you’d known and a blandly funny adult man. He had some of Touya’s underlying propensity towards intensity, and some of his mother’s thoughtful sweetness—and you liked the way the familiar traits blended into something faceted and interesting.

He really had grown up.

After lunch he let you explore more of the station, showing you all the compartments on the fire engines, explaining all the equipment. On the way to the door he also let you rifle through the gear bays, showing you his own rack of turnout gear.

He even let you try his jacket on, looking like he was suppressing a smile when the heaviness of it weighed your arms down, watching you flap your arms around, marveling as what was easily twenty pounds of heat-proof fabric resisted you.

No wonder he needed such an intense workout routine.

You couldn’t help but be amazed by it all—who Shouto had turned into, and the fact that he had such an impressive job, one that fit him so well. The fact that he was an adult now, with goals and ambitions that were a lot more grounded than yours. The fact that he was an alpha of all things, and could lift you up into a firetruck as easily as you’d once lifted him off Touya’s hip.

It was so much to contemplate, and you watched him, helplessly fascinated, as he led you around.

You lingered for long enough that the sky was tinging pink and orange by the time you left, and Shouto saw you to the door, insisting on plugging in his number to your phone so you could text when you got home. You could still feel his eyes on you as you turned the corner down the street, a strange warmth suffusing you as you walked. It kept you warm the entire way home, despite the cool evening air.

It was only when you arrived at your mother’s front door, shooting off your promised text to Shouto that you realized that you were mooning like a girl returning home from a date—a completely embarrassing, inappropriate tact for your mind to take with someone who had been your childhood friend. Your childhood junior.

Besides, Shouto had explicitly said he had someone in mind already, someone he intended to follow during the run. And you were too old for him, and a beta as well. Alpha-beta couplings were rare—and if Shouto had known who his life mate was since he was very small, and never given any indication it was a beta—well that spoke for itself.

You shook your head as you let yourself in through the door, trying to slough off the feeling as you called a greeting to your mother. It was sad you’d never get to haul him up a tree after you, the way you’d promised when you were kids. But such was life, you guessed.

Shouto may have grown up into an admirable man and a beautiful alpha—but he was off limits to you. You’d make sure you treated him with nothing but the respect and friendly fondness he deserved. Nothing else.

Absolutely nothing else.

[lara4eclipze]

𝓑loodline

(📼) — i know what you looking for but I'm complete, i know what you need but it won't be me.

sophia laforteza x fem!reader, fluff, angst, suggestive, rivalry, swearing, generational beef, ceo!soph and ceo!reader, degrading, nasty tactics, kissing, alcohol consumption, etc, wc [?], tags listed below

the laforteza's and garcia families are two of the biggest and most known company owners, name a brand and one of these families owned it, so it naturally came that they should be enemies

each year they try to out-innovate each other, generation after generation it kept going — slowly the baton of being the ceo was getting closer to you

your mother always had serious meetings with you and your younger siblings about the responsibilities that your gonna shoulder when you became the next ceo

being the eldest kid it was you who got pressured, you studied at a prestigious university, UP otherwise known as unibersidad ng pilipinas, and for sophia well she lived her life

sophia was naturally smart, the type that can skip every class but still get high grades on examinations, she studied at ateneo — and played volleyball as a extracurricular

the day of an event held by a bunch of shareholders came — all company ceos were there including teenage you and teenage sophia

the place was rather lavish, crowded with elite people and their ridiculously expensive outfits, waiters and guards roamed around the venue — your dad tugged you around introducing you to other ceos and shareholders — you flashed them a fake smile and talked about your plans on taking over the company when the time comes

yet you didn't want to, you wanted to be free and make friends, friends that didn't use you for your status and money, but with the overwhelming trust your parents put in you it felt like betraying them to not be the next great leader

you finally break away from your parent's grasp and walk around the huge venue, occasionally taking bite size snacks , as you were taking a cup of juice from the obnoxiously large pitcher of juice a girl bumps behind you making the juice spill all over your dress and the carpet

you gasp out of shock and the girl turns around with this apologetic expression — "I'm so sorry" her honey-sweet tone made it to your ears as she tries to wipe the dress down, key word tries it only smeared the juice in more

"fuck" she mutters, she gives you her cardigan and buttoned it up to help cover it, a warm feeling took over inside of you as you stare at the woman, she was so gentle and down to earth unlike most people with this status

"y/n garcia, by the way," you introduce yourself extending your hand but it seemed too formal, "sophia laforteza" she says back, by the end of the night the two of you were both outside just talking and enjoying the company

sophia was unlike other teens you've met, she didn't care about the money or her name to be frank, she lived her life according to her rules — "honey!, gosh what the hell are you doing here with this-" your mom stammers and starts dragging you away from sophia, she only giggles and does the calling hand gesture and mouths "call me"

as your mom sits you at the backseat of their car, she immediately sputters out how you should've not talked to her, claiming the lafortezas are a bunch of frauds and liars, how they built their company on being cheap copies — but it all just didn't matter to you

the next few weeks you and sophia secretly had dates, like walking around bgc at 12am or just taking a long drive to wherever the wheel takes you — sophia was perfect a far cry from what your parents seem to see in her

you rest your head on sophias shoulders as you two look up at the night sky, stars filling the dark blue background — "I'm glad i met you soph" you whisper she smiles and kisses the top of your head "me too y/n" she mutters

you wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped in sophias arm far from the leader everyone sees you as, "y/n, i have to tell you something" the older girl whispers, you sit up a bit, concerned and confused

"why, what's wrong?" you ask, you held sophias hands, nervous — "y/n I'm leaving, in a few weeks — we are moving to usa" she drops the news, it felt like you got stabbed repeatedly, just as you were getting comfortable with someone, they leave

"I'll keep in contact I swear my love, it's just that I have to pursue my education there-" you cut off the girl with a soft and parting kiss "I know, now don't forget about me okay?" you giggle lightly but deep down you felt shattered, yet you knew it was for the best — for her future

the days that passed felt like a blur — and somehow hurted more than you expected, sophia would call you every minute ranting about how much she already misses you

the day comes, the laforteza family is at the airport bidding their goodbyes to sophia, you came dressed in a hoodie and a cap, careful not to show or to make anyone know who you are

sophia spotted you and waved as tears fell from her eyes, you hated seeing her cry, hated how you couldnt run up to her and hug her

sophia mouths out "i love you" as you replied "I'll miss you", you want to laugh at how absurd the situation is, but it all just dawned on you that its happening

the first few weeks sophia kept you updated, sending photos of the place she stayed at, and calling you frequently — but slowly she got cold and it seemed like she forced herself to talk to you

until it was you texting her multiple times only for her to leave you on read, you didn't know what happened for her to all of the sudden ghost you

you tried calling, and reaching out but she came up with the lamest excuses, you tried asking and fixing whatever was left between you two, but it wasnt salvageable

"for the last fucking time, stop calling me y/n!" sophia screams over the line as you helplessly beg her, begged that she talk to you, "soph, what did i do?" you ask, you see a flicker of guilt in the girls eyes before she hangs up

you stayed up late at night thinking where it all went wrong, years had passed and you sole focus was to be the leader, the ceo you've always dreaded to be

you grew to understand that your parents were right about the laforteza's, you hated them, most especially sophia, you worked your ass off to be able to beat their company

now 22 years old, the garcia company is held by you — everyone knew you as strict, unkind and maybe a bit of a bitch, who cares anymore your living the life you want, right?

"miss, an invitation for you" your secretary bowed her head scared to even show her face, you look down from your computer dismissing the assitant and opening the invitation

the annual shareholders gala, you scoff already dreading it — either way it was a great opportunity to grow the company more and show your impact

you go shopping for a dress to wear and a new pair of shoes — spoiling yourself

you came home afterwards, after getting the highest position in the company you decided to live on your own — a condominium in bgc, not too shabby nor that expensive

the outfit was amazing, yet you needed accessories, shuffling through your closet you stumble upon a handwritten letter sophia left you before she went to america, you fought the urge to read it knowing it will cost you more harm than comfort

the distinct crippled and wet stains on it already suggest how much it hurt you — yet you let it be, wanting to move past it — like how she did, so easily

you lay in bed, in silence your phone occasionally buzzing with some idiotic man from the company — you reflect on the past and how much you've changed, you barely spoke to anyone or made any friends due to the trust issue you slowly got ever since soph left you

days passed and finally, it was time for the event, your assistant tagged along to keep you from possibly bickering with anyone

the place was packed, mostly men with their trophy wives, you despised them — you looked around and eventually sat down at a table, ignoring your male colleagues with their snarky and backhanded comments

you barely did anything in the event, just smiling and taking mental notes on whom to trust, you got called to the stage to present an award for best new ceo, you had won the previous year so it was just your job to announce now

"good evening everyone — I would like to take a moment and congratulate all our ceos and shareholders, now onto the exciting part" you said in a fake excited tone that somehow fooled them "the best new ceo award goes to" you open the envelope only to feel your heart sink "sophia laforteza of the l.teza company" you mutter biting the insides of your cheeks

the woman, steps onto the stage and you couldn't help but marvel at how much she had well looked like she matured — she takes the award from you slightly bowing, you met her eyes and a glimmer of hope was in them

watching her deliver a speech, reminds you on how she used to read her poems to you — yet it was all shortlived when you realized how much she fucked you up as an person

you fight the urge to cuss her out on the stage yet you remain still with the "I'm happy for you" facade

the event continued for another few hours, you kept catching yourself searching the room for the filipina, little did you know she was also looking for you

the event ended with you sort of tipsy due to taking a few too many glasses of champagne, your assistant tried to help you get back to the car before she abruptly stopped

"what the fuck, cant you see i need your hel-" you were cut off when you heard the familiar voice speak behind you

"language y/n" sophia jokes, you turn around dismissing your assitant telling her to stay in the car, "what do you want" you hiss clearly being tipsy also meant you were way more emotional

"y/n, can we talk, privately?" sophia asks you nod,and your inner narration screamed telling you to stop and don't go with her, yet you knew deep down soph would've never hurted you for nothing

now in some random restroom, sophia starts off with saying congratulations to you — asking hows your life now

"I've comed to the conclusion that the garcias and lafortezas will never get along" you mutter, sophia clearly was taken a back "what do you mean?" she replies

"what? — its true your family is a bunch of fucking assholes" you spat the rage that you kept inside you finally coming to light, "take that back" sophia angrily hissed

"or what? your gonna leave again? — go ahead no one cares about your company anyways" you replied your hands fisted along your sides, "for your information our company is doing way better than yours" sophia spat back

"why did you have to leave me? huh? — was I just a pawn in your games?" you ask — sophia blinks she never thought of this "i left you cause- cause i had to" sophia responds biting her tounge as the words left her mouth

"liar" you replied — you walk towards sophia until you two were practically inches away from eachother, "its been years and you still can't lie to me laforteza"

"bobo mo din noh? (youre dumb too you know)" you follow, your heart raced as you felt her breathing on your face, it didn't help that she was already blushing either from hatred or love

sophia held your nape connecting both your lips, her cherry chapstick melting into yours — you groaned feeling her other hand wrap around your waist

"i hate you so much" you mutter, "why are you grinding on me then?" sophia smugly laughs a rich throaty sound

you bit her lip making her bleed a bit and you taste the metallic blood mix with her lipgloss, "hostile huh" she muses

after you two made out for like forever — you pull away remembering your assitant, the poor girl has been waiting in the car for like an hour

"call me?" sophia asks handing you her businesses card you lightly scoffed at the womans smugness

"sure" you replied kissing her one final time before walking away

[joelslegalwhre]

drunk confessions

word count // 2.056k

pairing // jake “hangman” seresin x f!bradshaw!reader

summary // You’ve had enough of hiding your relationship with Jake, so you drink yourself a little courage and just screw it

warnings // established relationship. (slightly)drunk!reader, mentions of alcohol, lightweight reader, nicknames for reader (bubbles, sweetheart, etc.), Bradley is in big brother mode, the mission I mentioned isn’t from the film, the pilots still live in their own apartments (all near the base) for this fic, soft!hangman (that man alone is a warning but him being soft???), affectionate Jake and a ton of fluff

a/n // This is the new version of "drunk confessions" from '22! I just changed the wording a little, but nothing of the plot has changed. I loved writing this two years ago and if anyone wants more Hangman, don't worry I have more to come because same haha Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the beautiful dividers ❀

(as always, please tell me if I missed a warning)

Masterlist

You and Jake started dating almost a year ago when Bradley and him were together at Top Gun. 

Rooster and Hangman had never been the best of friends, everyone knew that, so it was never the right moment to tell him about the two of you. The risk of Bradley being angry or perhaps even disappointed was too big. At least that’s what you thought. 

Jake understood why you didn’t want anyone to know. And although he’d love to just scream it out into the world, that he was dating the younger Bradshaw, that he was without a doubt the luckiest man on fucking earth, he respected your decision. 

Jake knew that you’d do the same for him without a question.

You wanted to tell Bradley eventually, just right now wasn’t the right time. But the real question is, when was it really? 

Jake had a hard time keeping away from you whenever you were at the Hard Deck with the team. You mostly spent your time at the bar with Penny, to keep her company and to catch up with the latest news - often involving your godfather. 

She and Maverick were so obvious sometimes it made you chuckle, but you really hoped he wouldn’t let her down this time. But Amelia and you would ensure that. 

From your seat at the bar, you also had a perfect sight at the pool table. A lame excuse to stare at a certain blonde pilot all night. 

Jake would always be the first to voluntarily get a new round of beers for the group, and no one complained about it. They were all so caught up in what they were doing, that no one noticed how he eyed you all night, ready to be by your side in seconds if anyone were to bother you. 

-

“Hey Penny, sweetheart. Another round please!” he gave her a wink and shot her one of his handsome grins. Penny nodded with a smile in return and turned around to get seven cold beers for the young pilots. 

“You look smokin’ hot, baby.” he whispered to you as his bright eyes met yours. They had this glow in them every time he looked at you. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Seresin.” you teased him with a wink. 

“I can do way more than look good. Whatever you want, Bradshaw.” he grinned while his hand secretly found yours on the bartop, his broad frame shielding it from preying eyes. 

You chuckled lightly, “Oh really?”

“Oh yeah, babe. You better wait for me when everyone’s gone. I need to take ya home with me.” he flirted shamelessly in his southern accent you loved so much. Jake knew you’d do exactly that anyway, since you basically lived at his apartment at this point, but where would be the fun?

-

Not even Phoenix knew about the two of you, so you could say both Hangman and yourself did a rather good job. 

This time was different though. 

They were all going to meet up at the Hard Deck tonight, for another night of pool, darts and what not. The next mission was in less than a week, and you just wanted to spend as much time with Jake as possible. Just like he wanted to with you. 

Jake hated to keep his hands by himself when you were just a few feet away, playing darts with Fanboy or Bob. You never hid from them, after all, Rooster was your older brother. If you weren’t talking to Penny, you spent your nights with them, laughing, drinking and chatting. 

Not tonight… tonight would be different.

You met Penny at the bar in the late afternoon, to help her get everything ready before the first guests would come in. Amelia was staying at a friend’s house, so you gladly took over her part. 

When everything was ready for the Hard Deck to open, you sat down at your regula seat at the bar. 

Penny looked at you from the side while she turned on the lights underneath the bar. “Can I get you anything?” She asked, a hint of worry in her voice. 

“Can I get a beer?”

“Sure, sweetie.” Penny smiled gently. She put the bottle down in front of you, and you took a large sip. 

“So,“ Penny started, putting her hands on the bar, arms on each side of your beer. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart? You’ve been out of it today.“ You looked up at her, and she had this look on her face that gave you so much comfort. You knew you could tell her everything and she’d keep it safe. 

„I… I’ve been thinking about…„ Yeah, what exactly was it that you thought about ever since opening your eyes today? 

You didn’t even know. Not really. 

You thought about telling Bradley about your relationship with his rival, screwing everything. But you’ve also thought about keeping it to yourself just a little longer. The upcoming mission was creeping into your mind at every thought; What if they didn’t make it? You didn’t want to think about that more than just a second. Not about your brother nor Jake. 

He would come back, and he’ll be fine. This wasn’t his first mission.

“I don’t even know Penny, I’m so confused.” you sighed and let your head fall into your crossed arms. 

“You’ll figure it out, sweetheart. I know you will.” she said, caressing your hair. You lifted your head to look into her eyes, her kind smile calming your racing thoughts a little. 

Not enough, though. 

That night, you kind of ignored your limits of how much alcohol you could handle in one night. You got pretty much drunk. Not to a point where you could throw up or blackout, Penny was in charge of the bar after all, but the kind you’d be rewarded with a nice headache the next day and your mind to be pretty foggy. 

Drinking wasn’t one of your strengths. That’s why Jake liked to jokingly call you a lightweight, and he couldn’t be more accurate with it. 

You’ve been sitting at the bar for a good part of the night now. The team had already greeted you when they came in, asking you to come with them, but you declined, telling them you’d maybe join them later.

“Penny.” you tried to get her attention, a sudden certainty in your voice, “Please excuse me. I have to go and get some kisses now.“ 

“That’s his boyfriend duty,” you said with a confident nod. “You know, happy wife, happy life.” 

Penny had no idea how no one of the team could see the glances Hangman gave you. How he couldn’t tear his gaze away from you even if he tried. If anything happened, he’d be there in a heartbeat. And those poor guys who tried to flirt with you were quickly intimidated by his death stare. 

Penny just laughed. She had kept a close eye on you since your third drink of the night, the last two she gave you were non-alcoholic, but you didn’t have to know that. 

She ignored your choice of words at the saying, not changing ‚wife‘ to ‚girlfriend‘ with a chuckle and motioned you to go. “Go and tell Jake then.” You looked at her with wide eyes, “How did y‘know I’m talking about Jake?” 

Penny tilted her head with a smile, “Sweetheart, I notice things.” she winked, “Now go and get your man.” 

The next thing you knew, you were trying to your boyfriend at the pool table. 

“Hey, Jake!” 

His head snapped in your direction at the use of his first name. You were the only one calling him that. And the first name basis got everyone else’s attention as well. 

“Yeah?” he tried to not be too obvious. But his concern about how you were feeling was rising with every second. 

You didn‘t stop at the pool table, but walked up to him. Until you stood right in front of him. You looked up into his bright eyes, filled with curiosity.

“I need kisses.” you told him with a pout, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was so thrown off by what you were saying, that he almost forgot the others around him.

Jake unwrapped your arms from his neck and placed his hand on your lower back. “I think you need some water and sleep, bubbles.” he couldn‘t suppress the small grin that grew on his lips.

„Kisses?! What the fuck is-„ Rooster started but was quickly interrupted by you, “Oh for god’s sake shut up Bradley.” you hushed your brother in honest annoyance, turning to him. 

“I love you, but I’m sick and tired of hiding something from you that’s important to me, just because I’m scared of what you’ll think or do.”

Hangman’s gaze was a mix between shock and pride. That you just straight out told your brother and all of your friends standing around you, about the two of you. Not keeping it a secret anymore. He knew it took a toll on you, and he’d told you multiple times to just tell Bradley for your own sake.

“Oh my god” you heard Phoenix breath out a laugh, while the others couldn‘t find words, still shocked, while some of them were exchanging amused looks.

Bradley didn’t. He looked back and forth between you and Jake, not able to process it all quite yet.

„Sorry man, listen I-„ 

“Just give me a second, okay?” Rooster cut Hangman off, stomping to the bar. 

“Let him be,“ you said while curling yourself into his side, hugging his arm close to your body, “He’ll be fine by tomorrow, the old drama queen.” Sober-you would probably be scared Bradley would be angry or disappointed. 

Good thing you weren‘t sober right now. 

“Babe, how much did you have to drink?” Jake whispered, as he bent down a little until his lips reached your ear.

“Ohh, not that much.” you assured him as you tried to sound sober, looking up at his face, only inches away from yours.

He looked back to the bar, finding Penny’s gaze. She mouthed something like “water” easing Hangman’s concern about your drunken state.

“Let’s get you to bed, huh, sugar?” he softly smiled at you. A real smile, one he had reserved for only you. 

You instantly shook your head in disagreement, “I swear, I’m not-„ you yawned, “that tired.” 

“‘Course you aren't” he mockingly smiled down at you.

“C‘mon, on my back.” he ordered, putting his hands behind his back, ready to hold your legs for support. He bent down, and you tried your best to hop on his back. You wouldn’t win anyway, and sooner or later - you preferred later - he’d carry you out the bar. 

You rested your head on Jake’s shoulder and wrapped your hands around his body. Your eyes already closing as the exhaustion betrayed you.

“Wow, Hangman, nice one.” Coyote teased him, the others joining in with laughter. Who would’ve thought Hangman had a soft spot.

“Shut it, Coyote.” Jake said with a look that would make anyone run for the hills.

“See you tomorrow, lover boy!” Phoenix joked. 

You giggled on Jake’s shoulder, “That’s a good one!” you lazily turned your head in her direction and smirked, Phoenix and the others laughing back at you.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” Jake complained, giving your ass a little smack.

“Hey.” you giggled, but did nothing in response. Your head ached a little, and you hadn‘t had the strength nor willpower to do so. Just relived to be carried, you let your head sink back on Jake’s shoulder. 

“I love you.” you whispered to Jake as he carefully sat you down on the passenger seat of his car. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes finding yours. Jake bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips and he smiled. 

The slight smell of alcohol was surrounding you, but Jake couldn’t care less. „I love you, and I’ll never let you go, that’s for sure. You’re all mine, baby.“ he whispered back between small kisses, giving you goosebumps. His scent surrounded you as you wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him even closer. “Good.” you grinned and pulled him into another, longer kiss.

Masterlist

[woso-dreamzzz]

Ma'am VI

Aitana Bonmatí x Royal!Reader

Summary: You come home after a meeting

"Sorry," You laughed," This must be a pretty elaborate joke."

But no one at the table was laughing and your own petered off uncertainly.

"No, I'm serious. Who's pulling this prank?"

You glanced between your father and your brother but neither of them had a hint of a smile on their faces.

"I understand that this might come as a surprise-"

"A surprise?! You're not telling me you're actually serious."

"Y/n," Your brother said," I know that this isn't what you expected-"

You stood up, hands slamming onto the table. "No! You can't be serious. I wasn't even born second in line. Are you crazy? This is breaking, like, years of tradition!"

"As the reigning king, I'm well within my rights to-"

"Just because you can doesn't mean you should!"

"It's already been decided," Your father cut in, holding your gaze unwaveringly," William does not wish to be King and does not wish to for his children to feel the same pressure. Harry has already made his own thoughts on the moment known. It falls-"

"If you say it falls to me, I swear to god-"

"As my only other child, you are next in line."

"Do you understand how crazy you sound? Skipping over two perfectly good lines of succession to instate your youngest child as heir?! What will the media-"

"The media has no say in family decisions," Your father said," Don't think of them. Is it truly this bad for you? That you cannot see a world where you sit on the throne?"

You pursed your lips, glancing away from your father to your brother. "This is truly what you want? William, you and Kate are beloved-"

"I want what's best for my family, I hope you can understand that."

You narrowed your eyes at your brother, poking your finger into his chest. "You so owe me for this," You told him," Big time."

He grinned. "So that's a yes?"

You rolled your eyes. "Well," You said," I always did look better with a crown than the rest of you."

It was only on the flight home that you'd realised just what you agreed to, though to use the word agree would probably be wrong. Your agreement didn't matter much at all actually. With or without your consent, it would have happened.

Something that you realised with startling clarity the moment you stepped through the front door.

The decision had been made.

Now all you needed to do was tell your wife.

"Well, hello, Rufus," You cooed as your nine week old Corgi came bounding towards you," Were you good for your Mami? I think you were!"

"The girls are training were all spoiling him," Aitana said, hip leaning against the wall and arms crossed over her chest," You're home late."

"Meeting ran over," You replied, looping your arms around Aitana's waist to pull her closer," I missed you though."

"I know," She said," You only sent me twenty-thousand messages telling me."

"Don't be stupid," You said," It was at least thirty-thousand."

Aitana rolled her eyes, dropping a soft kiss to your lips.

"Well your son kept me very good company."

"Our son," You corrected, leaning down to pick up the happy Rufus so he could join in," Like I knew he would. He's a good boy."

"Well that good boy took over your side of the bed so you might not be getting it back."

"That's okay. There's a perfectly nice bed at Buckingham Palace waiting for us."

"A bed in which Rufus will sleep in," Aitana insisted and you rolled your eyes, lifting up your wiggling puppy to eye height.

"You win this round, Mr, but don't go around thinking that you're stealing my wife and my side of the bed."

Rufus licked your nose.

"Yeah, I love you too."

"Me or the dog?"

"Both?"

"Good."

It isn't until early evening that you get the chance to tell Aitana about your meeting, when you're curled up in bed together and her head is pillowed on your chest.

"William has withdrawn himself and his children from the line of succession," You said, voice low like it was something secret you were telling her," And Harry's already done the same."

"I don't understand," Aitana said, drawing a soft pattern on your stomach with her finger," What does that mean for us?"

Your muscles tensed under her touch and you had to remind yourself to breath.

"Well, with my brothers and their lines are out," You replied," I mean, technically, it falls-"

"To you," Aitana said," You're next in line."

"I can always abdicate," You explained," I won't take the crown if you don't want me to. I can always-"

You didn't get to finish your thought because Aitana surged forward to plant a kiss on your lips.

"I think," She said," You would look very good in a crown."

"Yeah? I mean, you'd get a crown too."

"Shh," Aitana said, grinning as kisses were given lower and lower," Let's focus on you first."

[nutmegtales]

Fucking Clowns - Ending

Jason, dick, and Tim settled into their new routine over the next few months. Setting aside old, and not so old, gripes and grudges for the sake of this kid that none of them really knew. They'd all expected it to go to hell one way or another, but they were nothing if not stubborn and doggedly dedicated. They had each decided for their own reasons that taking in this kid and making him safe was what they were going to do. And together they were making it work.

Tim had told everyone he would be out of town for work or for a mission and was enjoying the relative down time working remotely from his hill top house in the woods. He wasn't sure when his parents had acquired the property, he certainly had never holidayed here with them, but it had been easy enough to get the place set up for the four boys.

Dick had mentioned at the right time here and there that him and Jason were working to repair things and would be spending some time catching up at a holiday house. After some interrogation questioning he was pretty sure the cover story was solid enough that no one would bother them. B knew they'd be out in the woods and they'd be together, and that both of them would come and go from Gotham and bludhaven so it wouldn't seem from the outside like anything was other than what they said, and there'd be no reason for anyone to check on them at the holiday house they were sharing.

The other birds and bats and even Oracle had pitched in to make the cover story more solid. Some of them would check in on the boys occasionally and would give a sanitized report when B would inevitably asks. Making it less likely B would feel the need to check himself.

They'd known what to expect when they took Danny, Tim had been very thorough checking the kids status in the aftermath of The Joker incident and the lead up to their rescue. They knew he had been unresponsive during that time, and fully expected it to be a Long recovery even with the kids Meta powers keeping him stable. They'd set up a false room in one of the lounge areas, so Danny would have some privacy but not be isolated from the rest of them. Tim had combed through all the recordings and notes he could to try and figure out anything Danny might like and had decided setting up his bed near a big window with a good view would be best. He thought Danny might like the sky, or the stars. Either way if he came too he'd be able to see them.

They all got into the habit of keeping the boy company, trying to find the line between giving space and crowding. Tim made a second coffee each time, one for him, one for Danny. Dick would chat about his day and the latest gossip, as ever perfectly capable of keeping up an active conversation on his own. Jason would read aloud his favourite books while Tim and Dick pretended not to listen. Jason suspected they both liked having someone to read stories to them, but that neither would ask for it themselves, it'd probably been a long time since either of them had someone in their life that did that for them.

It gave the brothers the opportunity to see each other wound down in a calm and welcome environment, and though only Dick would admit it, it was actually really nice to be in each other's company.

Time passed comfortably and Tim made notes about Danny's recovery, how he'd never needed fluids or food, seemingly kept going by some other force, an affect of being meta they assumed. After a few weeks he started noticing Danny stirring for a few seconds and he tried to note down anything environmental that could be encouraging him to consciousness.

From what he could tell Danny was closest to awake when at least two of three things were present: a strong smell like a fresh coffee or something cooking, the stars visible through his window, or at least one of Dick or Jason talking near by.

With that information they were able to purposely create wakeful conditions more often and soon enough the kid had opened his eyes and eventually started to say a few words.

It was a relief to them all when Danny didn't panic upon coming too enough to understand his environment. It was a thought that had been weighing on all of them that maybe the kid wouldn't feel any safer with them than he had at Arkham. But as the weeks passed and Danny started staying awake and chatting with them that worry passed.

Danny didn't have the energy to do much at all, and he had to lay down and sleep after even just an hour of light activity. But he enjoyed the company of the three boys he found himself with, and was grateful to be out of Arkham, that there were no more fucking Clowns to worry about, and that there didn't seem to be any ghosts clamoring for his attention. He knew there were people and things he was forgetting, that his tired mind couldn't quite bring to the surface. But he felt that was fine, for now he was safe, and his new friends had promised to keep him that way. He was grateful, and tired, and safe. And for what seemed like the first time in his life he let that just be enough.

For now, he would just rest and enjoy the company of his friends.

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Although this is the end of Fucking Clowns I have decided to continue the story with Fucking Lab Rat and you can read that here

[holylulusworld]

A shattered Dream

Summary: It was all fake.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

Characters: Nick Fowler

Warnings: angst, betrayal, lies, deceit

Everything was perfect. You had a fulfilling job, a beautiful home, and were married to the love of your life. Until. One day. You found out the truth, shattering your dream.

It was a coincidence. Nothing else.

If you had stayed at the conference and hadn’t booked an earlier flight, you’d never know the origin of your relationship with Ransom.

One moment you sneaked into your house to surprise your husband, and the next, your heart shattered, and you looked at the broken shards lying on the ground.

It was another busy day. You just came back from a conference; you're happy that you made it back home a day earlier. Ecstatic to tell your husband about the conference and the surprise you have for him, you smiled the whole drive to your home.

When the house you and Ransom call home finally comes into sight, you sigh. It’s been a long week filled with workload, meetings, and too much socializing. Your social battery is empty, and you want to recharge in your husband’s arms.

“Home, sweet home,” you murmur, rubbing your tired eyes after you killed the engine. You’d call Ransom to ask him to help you with your luggage, but you want to surprise your husband.

Instead of calling him or honking, you get out of the car, silently unlock the front door, and sneak into your house. You can hear Ransom talk to someone, recognizing his best friend’s voice.

Grinning, you sneak upstairs to scare the shit out of both of them. Nick, Ransom’s best friend, likes to prank people, and tonight, you’ll pay back the favor.

You’re about to burst into the room when you hear your name. Your hand is already on the doorknob, but you want to hear what your husband has to say about you while you’re away.

They laugh about something, and then you can hear Nick’s voice.

“I’m telling you; all this dating crap is exhausting. I want what you and Y/N have. Everything looks so easy. How do you do it? Your wife is perfect.”

You press one hand to your heart. You never thought Nick Fowler, the eternal womanizer, would wish to have a relationship and that he believes you’re perfect. He never so much as recognized your very existence.

Waiting for Ransom’s reply, you press your ear to the door. He scoffs and says, “My marriage is not as perfect as it seems.”

He’s not wrong. Once in a while, you fight or struggle with Ransom’s flaws. Still, it hurts hearing him talk like that about you.

“You’ve got no clue how it feels to be in a relationship you don’t want. I’m trapped with a woman I don’t love. She doesn’t even turn me on. It’s for the future children, nothing else. A fake.”

It feels like someone pulled the rug from under your feet. You gasp and wrap your arms around your middle. All the sweet memories from your relationship with Ransom flash up in your mind, playing on repeat like a bad rom-com. Now they leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

“What are you talking about, Ran?” Nick sounds as shocked as you are. “She’s a wonderful woman, and you look so happy. Don’t give me that crap to mess with me. I’m trapped in my single life.”

“I know exactly how it feels to be trapped. I’m stuck in an arranged marriage,” Ransom huffs and drops his eyes to his hand and the wedding band around his finger. “My grandfather forced me to marry and settle down. I did it for my inheritance and to get the company one day.”

“Whoa, whoa… Slow down, Ran,” Nick gasps audibly. Until now, he believed you and Ransom had the perfect marriage and loved each other. ”What do you mean? Ransom, don’t fuck with me.”

Ransom sighs deeply. He pours himself another drink and takes a large sip.

“None of the girls I dated appeased my grandfather. He wanted someone more…classy…and smart. I told him that, if he doesn’t want me to date a greedy and brainless gold-digger, he must find me something fulfilling his high standards.”

Your eyes widen hearing Ransom tell his friend that your first meeting with him years back was no coincidence. Back then, you were an intern at Harlan’s company, and you accidentally ran into Ransom—or rather, he bumped into you and spilled his coffee all over your blouse.

“Ran, do not tell me you spent the last three years married to a woman you don’t love!” Nick’s outburst surprises you. “How could you? Does she know about all this?”

“No.” Ransom has the decency to sound apologetic. “She has no clue. I wanted to tell her, but…” He sighs and takes another sip from his drink. “It was never the right time.”

“You have been married to Y/N for three years, and it never occurred to you that you should tell her the truth! You wasted three years of her life because of a fucking inheritance?”

You have heard enough. There’s no coming back from hearing the truth about what you believed was a life-changing moment. Ransom staged your meet-cute and lied to you for as long as you've known him. Whatever reason he had to get with you, it doesn’t excuse that he’s a lying piece of shit.

Stepping away from the door, you slowly slide your rings down your finger, carelessly dropping them to the ground. You turn around, walking away with your head held high.

Ransom will find your rings on the ground hours later. He knows that he fucked up everything good in his life when only three days later the divorce papers get delivered to his house…

[shadowsviper]

Thanos and Nam-Gyu as Cats Part 4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Sorry this took so long! It's finals week for me so I've been focusing on school.

This may or may not be the last part of this series. Thanos and Nam-gyu taking care of cat reader and Gyeong-su fic are currently in the works! Sorry for making you guys wait but it's coming!

I got one of the ideas from someone who commented on one of the parts, lol I thought it would be fun

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Zoomies were chaotic, I mean they always are but when it comes to Thanos, it's cranked up to 1000%

He's running all over the apartment, and he will make a mess everywhere

He climbs the walls

He gets zoomies mostly at night when you're asleep, and it'll probably wake you up

7/10 times he knocks something over

8/10 times he runs over the other cats

10/10 times he runs over you

Once he's done, he'll snuggle up to you in bed acting as if nothing happened

Thankfully, all the other cats aren't as bad

Nam-gyu will run around, sometimes Thanos' zoomies triggers his so they're both running around in the middle of the night

If they're both doing it, lock them out of the bedroom. Otherwise, you'll never sleep

Usually gets them early in the morning, around the time you wake up. He does that thing where he'll stare at you and then run off, run back, stare, and run off again

He's usually preoccupied with his box so he won't really make a mess unless it's with Thanos

He has chased Se-mi around before

Gyeong-su and Se-mi are at the same level. They aren't as chaotic and messy as Thanos and Nam-gyu, but they definitely make a lot of noise running around

Gyeong-su chooses to run under things like tables, chairs, the couch, whatever he can fit under, occasionally knocks things over because he moved the table while scurrying under it

He will attack your feet

Se-mi prefers the counters. She'll hop from one place to the next, occasionally knocking something over

If she gets spooked, she's knocking everything over trying to get away (Nam-gyu most likely scared her on purpose)

Min-su is probably the chillest out of all of them. Due to him being a munchkin cat, he's small and short. He doesn't do a lot of damage to the apartment

However, you do have to watch out for him. He's small and he moves fast and will run across your path out of nowhere

Look where you're going so you don't step on him

If all of them get zoomies at the same time?

Yeah no, that's their apartment now. You're never getting it back, it's going to be destroyed

When it comes to affection, this is the list: Thanos, Min-su, Se-mi, Gyeong-su, and Nam-gyu

Thanos is definitely the most affectionate cat that's ever existed. Your space is his space. It's pretty rare to find him alone. If he's not with you, he's probably with Nam-gyu

He purrs very loud

If you give him any type of attention he'll start purring. He'll also squeeze in wherever you are for cuddles

Sometimes it does get a bit too much and you have to tell him to stop, but that never works

Min-su likes attention, but if you give him too much, he gets overwhelmed and will leave

He likes to sit by you whenever you're doing something to keep you company. He understands personal space unlike Thanos

It depends on Se-mi's mood if she's going to like the attention. A lot of times she's fine with pets, but not so much with cuddles. She'll allow it for a bit but will eventually squeeze out and go somewhere else

Like Min-su, she'll keep you company from a small distance

Gyeong-su isn't that affectionate. He'll ask for pets here and there, but isn't crazy about it, but he also doesn't hate it

He usually finds joy in following Thanos around anyway

Nam-gyu doesn’t like being touched. He tolerates it from you and Thanos but anyone else he’s hissing and swatting at them

If he feels like it, he’ll come to you for pets and cuddles. If he doesn’t find you himself, he just wants to be alone

Sometimes his affection is just headbutting your leg and walking away

Now, if you were to bring home a partner, whether it’s a long term relationship, or situationship, one night stand, whatever, all the cats will have a reaction to it

Thanos and Nam-gyu are the worst when it comes to this because how dare you give someone else so much affection

You know that side eye Nam-gyu does in the show? Yeah he’s doing that in cat form

They both refused to be pet by the person. They don’t care what they are to you, they will bite them

It’s actually concerning to see Thanos like that since he usually loves the attention

They will try to break up any type of interaction. Holding hands? Sorry, you have to pet Thanos right now

Hugging? Oh, that’s crazy, suddenly they want cuddles and will squeeze in between you two

Sex? Yeah forget it, they’re screaming and scratching at the door

The second your partner leaves, they’re back to normal. They’ll act like nothing happened and they didn’t try to drive the person away

The others are more chill about it

Gyeong-su doesn’t really care. He’s just following Thanos and does whatever he does. You technically have three cats fighting for you

Se-mi also doesn’t care. She will watch from a distance and if they seem like a good person, she’ll like them

However, if she thinks they’re not good for you, she’ll also try to drive them away

Thankfully, she doesn’t drive everyone away, she actually takes the time to get to know them a bit before deciding

Min-su is already timid. Adding a new person to the place kind of scares him. He’s like Se-mi where he wants the best person for you but if he thinks they’re not good, he won’t do anything, he leaves that up to Se-mi

Overall, they don't mean any harm. They just really like and appreciate you

Except for Thanos and Nam-gyu, they meant all the harm

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Taglist: @ilikedrinkingsoda @nxttaru

[wonupatootie]

SVT Social Media AU Fic Recsᡣ𐭩 Part II

오늘 날씬 너를 많이 닮아 너에게 가는 길은 꽃길이 되고~

Main Recs Masterlist

➣Part I // Part II // Part III

MINORS DNI!!!!!!!

Please like and reblog the fics to show the creators love and support~

Yoon Jeonghan

“Death By A Thousand Cuts” by @ssssssssssssscoups

Fem!reader || fluff, angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･y/n loves books. she loves the way they make her feel any emotion, to get lost within the pages and words that suffocates her heart. jeonghan loves performing, loves the way his voice makes the public go wild. if they fall in love, will they fall out? 

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“Iris Beauty” by @wonunuu

Fem!reader || romance, fat angst, drama, comedy || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you and mina have been best friends for as long as you remember. after your parents passed from a horrible car accident, mina's parents kindly took you in, tending and caring for you as their own. at such a young age, you have learned the meaning of debt as this is your constant feeling towards your best friend and her parents. to compensate, you have showed them undoubtable loyalty, respect, love and kindness, just as they have showed you; you do everything they tell you without question. so when your best friend asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she has been talking to online, your loyalty and trust are tested when you unintentionally develop feelings for him.

Hong Jisoo

“You Were Beautiful” by @viastro

Fem!reader || modernised cinderella au, strangers to lovers, humour, fluff, angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which you and joshua meet through your love for boba popsicles, but end up living out your very own complicated, mess filled, cinderella story.

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“Love On The Air” by @suhnshinehaos

Gn!reader || uni au, childhood friends to ???, pining, fluff, angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･joshua hong wants you to know how he feels about you, but god forbid he actually say it out loud. instead, he settles on the next best thing : dedicating a song to you every week on the campus radio. too bad you’re too dense to actually figure out it’s all for you.

Wen Junhui

“Moonlight” by @nonononranghaee

Based on Hidden Love, orange cat x black cat || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Jun as the boy who makes you believe in the existence of love

Lee Jihoon

“Yearning” by @jihoonotes

Gn!reader || sunshine x grumpy, fluff, humour, angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･for yn it was love at first sight, but for jihoon it was annoyed at first sight.. oops?

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“FORELKSET” by @escapewriter

Fem!reader || idol au, fluff, humour, romance, slight angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･a boring summer with you and your best friend led you both to do some dumb things, one being texting your number neighbor. however, things take a toll when your number neighbor isnt the person who they say they are.

Kim Mingyu

“My Melody” by @networkluvs

Gn!reader || college au, band au, strangers to lovers, slice of life, comedy, angst, fluff || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which you become the muse of the overly cocky rising rockstar on campus, kim mingyu.

Xu Minghao

“What I Would Do!” by @sungbeam

Fem!reader || acquaintances to lovers, pining, fluff || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･minghao is kinda sorta maybe in love with you, but he thinks you're so out of his league.

Boo Seungkwan

“Company Policy” by @whatsk-poppinhomies

Fem!reader || idol au, romance, fluff, drama, comedy, angst, smut || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Being an intern at Hybe was a dream come true for you. It was simply a summer program where you got to experience and be a part of the behind the scenes work that pushed the artists to the top. Three months working with some of the biggest k-pop artists, it wasn’t a big deal, that is until Boo Seungkwan entered your life and you both began to question the Company Policy.

Lee Chan

“PANG!” by @kkumawrites

Fem!reader || college au, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, drama || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You'd consider yourself a simple college student, a freshman who just wants to survive their first year - but things get complicated when you're suddenly falling for someone you definitely shouldn't be, especially since he has a girlfriend already.

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“The Fiancé” by @wondernus

ft. Pi Cheolin || est.relationship, romance, humour, mystery || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･a mysterious pink fishing vest. a fiancé who wakes up in the middle of nowhere. and an upcoming wedding on the line. there's only so much you can take before you let your perfect future crumble before your eyes.

Unspecified End Game

“Choi Seungcheol Must Die” by @princessleechan

Fem!reader || Potential endgame: seungcheol, mingyu, seokmin, chan || college au, slight angst, romance, humour, eventual smut || Status:Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Mingyu wasn't the one with his heart broken. It was his little sister. And Seokmin's older sister. And Chan's best friend. Choi Seungcheol is a menace to society and needs to be put down. Immediately. The sure fire way to do it is to give him a taste of his own medicine: break his heart.

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“REDAMANCY” by @escapewriter

Fem!reader || Potential endgame: junhui, minghao || college au, slice of life, fluff, humour, romance || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･your best friend was lucky enough to have two boys pining after her. you on the other hand were unluckyenough to be in love with one of them.

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“Newsflash!” by @cupidhaos

University harem, angst, humour, fluff, slice of life || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･university life can be hard when you get caught up with the SVT boys

⤷“Move!” (sequel of Newsflash!)

University harem, angst, humour, fluff, slice of life, mystery || Status: Completed 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･a new school year means new beginnings and new memories - but that can be hard with unfinished love stories in the way

Please let me know if the links have any problems~

[biisexualemma]

heal me pt.2. frank castle

word count: 3.3k

requested: i think so?

warnings: injury, bruising, scars

plot: you're home from the hospital to be met with an unexpected visitor

a/n: sorry this took me literally 3 years to write and post, am pretty good at leaving you hanging i'm sorry! hope you enjoy it anyway! didn't proof this so sorry if there are mistakes or if it's kinda shit oops

part 1 / masterlist

"how you feelin' today?" you were met by foggy's friendly face poking around the door, a helium balloon popping up around the door frame with the phrase 'get well soon' printed on it. you couldn't help but crack a smile as he let himself into your room clumsily trying to control the balloon as it kept getting caught around things.

"better," you mumbled groggily, you hadn't long been awake and it was still pretty early. he was dressed in a suit, you figured he was heading to the office after visiting times were over. "how many of these balloons am i gonna' get off you?"

he shrugged, placing the balloon on your bedside table, removing the old one that had been sitting there, sad and deflated that he had brought by a few days earlier to replace the one he had brought in before that. and so on. it was sweet. "you'll keep getting 'em until you get out of this place," he was referring to the hospital room you'd been parked in for over a week now. "which i hear is soon?"

your smile drooped a little, relaxing as he positioned himself on the edge of your bed, careful not to crowd you. "doctor is gonna' check up on me later today and let me know," you pulled the covers further up feeling a slight chill to the room, repositioning yourself with care and caution. you scrunched up your nose, discomfort washing over you as you moved ever so slightly. "i think i should at least be able to go home in the next couple days."

he nodded, his smile faltering as he watched you struggle. he learned pretty quickly though to leave you to it, you didn't like being babied. you'd slapped his hand away when he tried to help you sit up when he first came to visit, so he didn't offer again. "fingers crossed," he mumbled with a less convincing smile.

you held his stare for a moment, opening your mouth to speak but he cut you off. "i just saw karen," he updated, carefully avoiding the questions he knew you were desperate to ask him. "she's hoping to get discharged later today, she's gonna swing by if she does," he added. you nodded with a small smile, because you were genuinely happy that your friend was ok. but your mind was elsewhere. 

"that's good-- i'm glad," you nodded again, eyes averting from foggy's soft blue eyes. your hands fidgeted in your lap. you both sat quietly in each others company for a few minutes until you were unable to stop yourself from asking. "fog—"

"y/n," his head hung, his hand coming up to his face where he rubbed at his closed eyelids. "please don't."

you pursed your lips, a small frown forming on them as the corners of your lips turned down. you reached out your hand, just touching his forearm. foggy let out a heavy sigh when he felt your fingertips pull at his suit, removing his hand from his face and moving it to sit in your palm. 

"i just wanna' know what's going on," you mumbled, your voice came out weak and tired. you'd been in the dark for too long, no one would tell you what was happening on the outside. you had occasional tv privileges which allowed you to catch glimpses of the news, but that didn't paint you the full picture, nor did it ease your mind. "if i could just speak to him— if you could try and get in touch—"

"no," he shook his head dismissively. his eyebrows knitted together, sympathy lining his features as he looked over at you. "look at where you are," he reminded you, not that you needed to be. "the last thing you need is to be wrapped up in whatever mess he's gotten himself into."

"foggy i'm going crazy here," you pleaded, ignoring his attempt to dissuade you. you squeezed his hand, desperate for your friend to hear you out. "all i can do is sit here and think, and overthink. and i can't keep this up, it's exhausting. just knowing that he's safe, hearing his voice even for a minute would just-- it would help— so please."

his eyes never left your face, watching you work yourself up into a frenzy of stress and tire. he wanted to reach out and squeeze you as tight as he could, but he knew better. he settled for a gentle squeeze of your hand before letting it drop.

"i've gotta' get to work," he muttered, gulping as his soft blue eyes trailed away from you. "i'll speak to the nurse about upping your pain meds."

"foggy," you whimpered but he'd already removed himself from your bed and was heading back to the doorway. 

"i'll drop by later, ok?" he stepped backwards as he exited the room, eyes never leaving your sad ones. "and stop watching the news, it doesn't help anyone."

—

you'd been at home for over a week now, you'd been managing things mostly by yourself but you were often visited by matt and foggy and karen. they would come bearing groceries, film rentals and company. you weren't allowed to go back to work yet which made your life all the more unbearable. you couldn't move around or do much outside of your apartment, you'd taken all of the pain killers that had been prescribed to you and now you just had to sit and recover until the pain subsided and the scars and bruises healed.

you'd been keeping up with the news for the past few weeks, they figured out lewis was behind the bombings, not frank, but it was too late for them to do anything about it before the kid killed himself. you hadn't heard too much about anything since then. the news got quiet, people were still freaked about the punisher being alive but nothing new was being reported. nobody knew anything about anything.

you had tried to get in touch with him since you had gotten home, the burner phone would ring out every time, the flowers sitting on your windowsill had wilted in the sun, and you had frequent headaches from all the nights you stayed up waiting for him to appear.

matt knew nothing about it, but foggy urged you to move on and just let go of whatever you had with frank. karen knew better, she had seen first hand the things you would do for each other. she would visit you with sad but persistently hopeful eyes, and a weak smile every time you opened your apartment door. she would mumble to you anything? to which you would shake your head again and you'd both let out a soft sigh and move on with the topic of conversation. 

you carefully lifted your arm as high as you could manage, running your fingers through your freshly washed and dried hair, sitting in front of the mirror as you began to brush through it. you sat still in your towel, eyes vacant as you watched a hollowed out version of yourself try to take care of the person staring back at you. without work to take your mind off of things, you were stuck remembering the events of that day, your brain was stuck on franks face hovering over yours, eyes wide and paralysed with fear. you blinked, bringing yourself back to the mirror in front of you. most of your bumps and bruises were healing pretty well. you had a purple-turning-yellow-ish bruise covering the right side of your face, along your jawline and up towards your temple. it was pretty stubborn, taking longer to heal than the rest. besides that, you had a few scabs lining the little cuts that littered your chest and healing collarbone (you kept taking off the sling despite karen and foggys protests to listen to the doctors instructions), and the cast still covering your leg, of course, keeping you a prisoner in your apartment. 

you jolted  at the sound of a knock of your door, wincing slightly from the abrupt movement. it could only be one of three people, likely karen as she'd left her coat at your apartment earlier. you huffed, throwing the brush down and grabbing the pile of clothes sitting next to you, carefully putting them on as quickly as you could manage. she knocked once more as you tangled yourself in your t-shirt, forgetting the sling, you grabbed one of the crutches and tucked it under your good arm before shuffling over to the front door.

"hang on," you grumbled loud enough for karen to hear through the door because she didn't knock again. you were ready to get a mouthful from her for not wearing your sling, or maybe for not using both crutches, or maybe for your choice in clothing when answering the door.

you unlocked the door and swung it open without checking through the peephole. "forget something?" you rolled your eyes at her forgetfulness, she was just as absentminded as you these days, but as you looked across at who stood behind the door, it wasn't karen.

before you could process his face, beaten and bruised, he swung himself inside your apartment, quickly shutting the door behind himself. he stood close, you hadn't moved an inch. "sorry, didn't want to risk getting caught." you could feel his breath fanning your face. his voice was as gruff and gravely as you remembered. you had missed the sound

the sharp pain in your collarbone had disappeared all of a sudden as every part of your body tried to help your brain figure out how frank castle was standing in your doorway.

his soft brown eyes watched you cautiously, taking you in as the sight before him, his eyebrows knitted tightly when you reached out, his hand meeting your grip immediately and helping keep you upright without your crutch.

with tightly knitted eyebrows, you examined his face with precision, bruised and beaten pretty badly. you wondered what he had gotten himself involved in while he'd been away. something awful, that much was obvious. you gulped, your lips turning into a small pout and your eyes moved back up to his. "do you have any idea how out of my mind worried i've been?"

he knew it was coming, the scalding. he didn't like to keep you out of the loop, but on this occasion he didn't have much of a choice, and you were in no condition to be helping him. it was safer to keep you in the dark until everything had been sorted. which it was. "i've had an idea," he hummed quietly. that much was true. he had to trust that you were in safe hands that weren't his own. he'd barely gotten any sleep for weeks, and when he did he saw your sad eyes and blood-stained toothy smile.

"actually, i don't want to know," you let out a soft huff, eyes glossing over the longer you held his hazy brown eyes. you'd missed him looking at you like this, you'd missed his rough features and his buzzcut, his heavy touch and the way he had an answer back for everything. you'd missed him. "i don't want to know anything--" your lip quivered uncontrollably, so instead of letting him see you cry, you grabbed his shirt and yanked him forward, ignoring the aches and pains as you squeezed him as tight as you could. you tucked your head against his chest and breathed a sigh of relief when his arms wrapped around your shoulders. his head rested on yours, his fingers running up the base of your neck and into the roots of your hair. he breathed in the comforting scent he had missed so much in the last few weeks. his pressed his lips to the top of your head, holding you still.

you let out  a heavy, shaky huff, followed by a quiet sniff. "hey, hey, now," he mumbled tenderly, his hands gliding over the skin of your arms till he reached your shoulders and gave them a gentle push and pulling you back away from him. he gulped watching your face contort, his eyes trailing downwards where he briefly saw cuts, bruises and eventually a cast. his eyes shot back up to yours, he scrunched up his nose for a second, his jaw clenched as his mind flashed again with images of you from that day.

"i missed you," his voice came out low and rough, his hands moved to carefully land on either side of your face, fingertips touching the back of your neck, his thumb grazing the bruise lining the right side of your face. "really fucking missed you, you have no idea, baby," his words were comforting, your arms still stuck to his torso, fingers gripping his shirt, urging him to stay in place just for now.

"i've had an idea," your voice was quiet, repeating his words back to him. he leaned down to kiss your forehead before nudging you backwards, his arm moving to wrap around your waist.

"c'mon, lets get you off that leg," he urged, he could feel how tightly you were gripping onto him, to keep yourself upright. he let you put your weight onto him as he helped you over to the couch. he helped you so you were sat upright, before lifting each of your legs carefully and seating himself beside you, your legs laid atop his and your bandaged foot propped up on a pillow. his hand rested on your inner thigh, tracing circles with his fingertips contently.

you felt safer and more at ease than you had done for a really long time, you released a content sigh, you wished it could be like this all the time. your head slumped forward so you could be closer to him, he leaned forward, nudging his forehead against yours. "how you feelin'?" he asked quietly.

in truth, you were still in a lot of pain, more than you had admitted to anyone, but if you thought about it too much you were sure you wouldn't be able to move past it. you knew frank would understand, he'd been through enough to know the kind of pain you were in.

"better now," your voice matched the level of his, a small tired smile reaching your lips for a second before it was gone again. his eyes never left your face, his hand reaching up to your cheek, nudging your face to the side so he could get a good look at the yellow-ish lesions covering it. "looks worse than it is," you reassured his working mind.

he hummed, in disbelief he gave a soft shake of his head. "i know you," he muttered, almost under his breath, he was close enough to you that he didn't need to speak too loud. his thumb and forefinger gripped your chin. "you're a bad liar."

your eyes flickered between his unwavering brown eyes, watching you with care and devotion that you'd never received in abundance like this before. you reached up placing your palm over where his hand was touching your face, turning your head slightly to press a soft kiss to his palm. eyes never leaving each other, you could drown in them and be grateful to him still.

"let me see," he mumbled, his head softly butting against your forehead, his eyes never leaving your face. lost in his stare, it took you a minute to react to his words, pulling back slightly in hesitation. his hand slipped from your face to the side of your neck, giving it gentle squeeze.

"why don't you tell me about this first--" you reached over, fingertips grazing over the purple bruise lining his cheekbone, meeting at his eyelid. he was beaten pretty bad, not that you hadn't seen him like this before, but it still didn't make it any easier.

"you don't need to worry about that--"

"you know i do--"

"'rather focus on you right now, baby," his voice was low and horse. you gulped, eyes hooded with a mixture of exhaustion and adoration for the soft but rugged man in front of you.

almost holding your breath, you let out deep breath through your nostrils before reaching to the hem of your shirt and starting to lift it up before frank halted you and took over. his fingers touched yours, a gentle head nod in your direction, silently urging you to lay back. you followed his instruction, goosebumps lining your stomach where his fingers brushed against the skin upon lifting your shirt, gently tugging it over your head with care. you lay beneath him, top half in only your underwear, every bruise, cut and scar lining your chest and torso, down to your stomach and hips, exposed to him. he paused, his hands tucking naturally into the curve of your waist as his eyes moved back and forth slowly, from the pinkish scar lining your collarbone, all the way down to the the purple-ish blue bruise that sat on your left hip, working itself all the way up to the base of your ribs, and wrapping round your back. his breath caught in his throat for a second, he'd never seen you with so much as a scraped knee, he'd never wanted the two worlds of his to collide like this, never with you caught in the middle.

you watched his expression carefully as it switched from mild discomfort, to slight furrowed brows in anger and then watching those brows raise up in regret. your hands moved to either side of his face, tugging him, physically pulling his attention away from the scars and up back to your eyes. you could read him pretty well, you were pretty sure you knew the kinds of thoughts that were knocking around in that brain of his.

"stop," you muttered, your hands moving to his jaw, his neck, pulling him forwards so his face sat in front of yours again. his eyes watering, he sniffed before putting on a hard front. "stop that, i'm fine. this is not on you. this is on him, this is on lewis."

he went to open his mouth but you stopped him. "i mean it frank castle, i will not let you carry this round with you. alright?" his jaw tightened, eyes struggling to keep their hold on your own. it went against everything in his nature but something about the way your eyes were pleading with him made him listen to you. "i love you, hm?" you nodded, encouraging him to listen carefully. "and i know you love me, and i'm lying right here." 

his eyes drooped, mimicking you with a gentle nod. you gave him a soft, yeah? in need of confirmation which he responded with a gruff yeah. he leaned down, his forehead nudging against yours, a heavy breath he'd been holding released, fanning against your skin. your hand moved away from his face, slipping to his neck, fingertips gripping at the stands of his short hair. you went to pull him closer but he had already leaned down, his lips catching yours. careful but desperate all the same, he had missed this, he'd missed you.

he pulled away after a minute or so, his lips moving to your cheek, pressing gentle kisses along your bruised skin until he reached your ear, placing a lingering kiss just behind before moving down your neck. he hovered over the scar sitting where your collarbone had fractured, he pressed a careful kiss to the skin above it, slowly making his way down, careful not to miss any part of discolouration or scarring that littered your body. he lingered when he landed finally at the curve of your hip bone, one last sweet kiss before resting his head on your stomach, one hand tucked on the inside of your thigh. he lips hovered over your skin as he settled himself against you, careful not to let his weight carry onto you too much, while your hands nestled into his short strands of hair you were still adjusting to.

"love you baby," he muttered against your stomach. "tell me about your day."

[lives-in-midgard]

A Little Different

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: When Bucky shows your daugther his new look you get an interesting and cute reaction from her.

Word Count: 940

Request: Can I please request a (Everyone lives au!) husband!Bucky x fem!wife!civilian reader where they have a a daughter who’s a little under a year old? [See full request here]

A/N: Thank you for sending me this request! I loved this idea so much and have a few more ideas for this family and maybe we will read more about them!

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Masterlist

It’s been a few years since you and Bucky met each other. Everything started like a normal day for both of you until you were on your way home from your favorite bookstore and a man followed you and then started attacking you. Luckily, Bucky was right around the corner and came to save you. You weren’t hurt too badly, but Bucky was so worried and made it his mission to make sure that you were okay. He took care of you and looked after you for the next few days. You enjoyed having Bucky around and he really enjoyed your company too. A few weeks passed when he finally got the courage to ask you out.

You went on many dates and had so much fun together. You loved each other so much that one day Bucky decided to ask you to marry him. The way he asked you was so beautiful and perfect. The place and the words Bucky chose were so special.

The wedding was so beautiful. Your friends and family came, even the Avengers came and were now good friends of yours.

A few months passed when you told Bucky that you were pregnant. He was so happy and you were both so happy to start a family together.

So, that’s where you and Bucky were now. Living in a house with your own family. Bucky, you and your daughter Luna.

You just came back from bringing your daughter to the kindergarten when Bucky came home from his mission. And wow he looked so different…suddenly he had short hair and no beard. You stood there in silence for a second, admiring him, and Bucky started to chuckle.

“Is my gorgeous wife shocked by my new look?” You blushed and walked closer to Bucky.

“A bit, yes, but it looks so good on you Buck.” You said, placing your hand on his cheek.

“Thank you, doll.” He said and then kissed you passionately. When you pulled away, you hugged each other tightly.

“I’m so happy to be home with you and I can’t wait to see Luna.” Bucky said with a smile while holding your hand.

“Oh, Luna is going to be so happy…every day she asked when you’re coming home and walked around with a picture of us.” You giggled and Bucky’s smile widened.

“But now you have to tell me when you decided to get this new look?” Bucky chuckled and then told you why he got the new look and that it had to do something with his mission, but he really liked it and so did you. The big question is what will your daughter say about Bucky’s new look?

After a lot of talking, cuddling and kissing with Bucky, it was time to pick up Luna. You and Bucky decided that you would pick her up and he waits at home to surprise her.

As you and Luna went out of the car and walked to the house, Bucky was waiting outside the house.

“Oh, look who is here, sweetheart.” You said, looking at Luna who just looked at Bucky without saying anything. You and Bucky started to chuckle because it looked like she didn’t recognize him. Bucky walked closer to Luna and knelt down when Luna suddenly shook her head and walked behind you, looking at Bucky sadly.

“Princess, it’s me, daddy.” Bucky said in a soft voice.

“NO” she said, looking up at you and started to sniffle.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s daddy.” You said again and she looked at Bucky confused.

“I have an idea.” Bucky said, taking off his jacket, so his daughter could see his metal arm better.

“Look, princess.” He reached for his daughter, who now began to smile.

“Daddy” Luna ran into Bucky’s arms, and he started laughing as his daughter held him tight.

“Missed you.” She mumbled, looking up at him and making grabby hands. Bucky smiled, picked her up and held her in his arms. Luna started giggling, and then touched where Bucky’s beard was before he shaved it and giggled. You and Bucky chuckled at your daughter’s cuteness.

“Daddy, different.” She mumbled.

“Yes sweetie, you’re right, daddy looks different, but he’s still the same.”

“The same.” Luna mumbled and hugged Bucky. You and Bucky smiled at each other and then he softly kissed Luna’s forehead. Then your and Bucky’s daughter looked up and laughed.

“Love you daddy, love you mommy.” She looked at Bucky and then to you before laying her head back on Bucky’s shoulder.

“We love you too, snugglebug.” You said, placed a kiss on her cheek and then on the cheek of your husband.

“I love you” You told Bucky.

“And I love you, doll.” Bucky said with a smile.

“How about we go inside and cuddle.” Bucky asked when he noticed how sleepy his little princess got.

“That’s a good idea, right honey?” You looked at her and softly stroke her hair with your hand.

“Cuddle” She said in a sleepy voice. You followed Bucky inside the house and into your bedroom. Bucky gently placed Luna in the middle of the bed and laid next to her and you on the other side, so she was in the middle. After you placed the blanket over you and Luna, she hugged Bucky tighter. You smiled and then gently hugged her from behind.

After a while Luna fell asleep and so did you. You and Bucky love your family so much. Bucky is so happy and still can’t believe that he is finally living a happy life, especially after everything he has been through. Finally, he has everything he ever dreamt of.

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