#and. and guess. guess what happened a few weeks ago. guys. guys guess wha

[mistyechoes]

uh sorry for posting weirdly it will regrettably happen again

[februarybluues]

enemies with benefits || 2. - wounded.

warnings: tw shirtless hobie, slight flirting tbh, cursing, arguing, slight angst to fluff, hobie gets injured, horrible british (i'm very sorry🙏 ) read part one here - series masterlist here part three - can't be love

After a few months of being partnered up with Hobie, you found yourself growing to like him. Well, slightly. There was no denying that he was a dick. Miguel paired you up together multiple times, and soon enough your hangouts with pav, miles and gwen, now included hobie. Normally this wouldn’t be a bad thing, right? Except for the fact that he was insufferable. He was smooth and pitiful. He knew he could get away with anything, and that’s exactly what he did. “Did you just take that from miguel?” You asked him, looking right at his shit-eating grin. He had pocketed a few ‘spare’ parts from around the spider-society. What he was planning to do with them was beyond your concerns. He shrugged at you, his hands planted in his vest’s pocket. “Yeah I did. It’s easy to nick from that lad. He either doesn’t care or he’s too daft t’notice.” he said, pulling the mechanical piece from his pocket and showing it off. He was so difficult. “So, what? You’re an asshole and a thief? Pick a struggle.” you insulted him, annoyed. “Aye i’m no thief! I’m tellin’ ya, them big corporations are plannin’ somethin’. Prob’ly gonna use it for new brainwashin’ tech anyways. Pigs.” “So, your theft is justified by the fact that the government are brainwashers?” he shook his head at you. “Big businesses don’t need th’money. They get more people to buy their stuff, and make it more expensive. It’s a scam, innit?” he concluded. You stopped walking and he turned back to look at you. “I don’t think Miguel is a big business. You just robbed an old man.” you said, and the both of you shared a quick laugh. He was kind of cute when he laughed. I guess. That happened a few weeks ago. It was the last peaceful moment between you two. Soon after you had a huge argument, that almost got physical.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shouted at him, interrupting his speech. “Wha’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! Y’show up one day n’suddenly you’re better than everyone else! It’s a load of bollocks!” your eyebrow furrowed as the both of you got angrier. “Oh you think i’m bad? Says the dickhead that practically feeds off of the attention of others.. I’ll tell you what you are, you're a greedy, narcissistic, self-absorbed cunt that is so far up his own ass he doesn’t even realise there are other people around him! You never listen to what anyone has to say as long as it doesn’t inconvenience you in the slightest, because god forbid you actually help out for once in your life. Typical fucking punk. Maybe one day you’ll rebel against your own jacket for being too small.” you enunciated each word with venom laced in your words. Your fists were clenched so tightly that your knuckles turned white. Hobie looked at you with the intention to kill. His piercing gaze burned right through your eyes. You never saw him that mad. Ever. “That’s fuckin’ it.” he cursed, before standing up. You stood up right after him and rolled up your sleeves, about to fight. Luckily, Pav jumped in between you two before a fight broke out. “Guys, guys, guys! There are better ways to settle things than with violence! Come on, sit down. Let’s just talk it out. Share your feelings with each other.” he said, his hands still barely keeping you apart from each other. You scoffed. “If he keeps talking shit I’ll be sharing a punch in the face with him.” “Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try, love.” The pet name was spoken, but not in a romantic or cute way. It was teasing, and insulting. You rolled your eyes at him, before turning around. “I’ve had enough of this bullshit.” you muttered before storming out of the room. Now, almost three weeks after that had happened, you hadn’t seen him since. You hadn’t seen much of anyone since. Miles and Pav tried to talk to you about what happened but you just shrugged them away. You couldn’t be bothered to deal with what had happened anyways. You were still so furious at him. You never wanted to see him again after that fight, and you were sure he didn’t either.  But, of course you’d be wrong. As he approached the window of your apartment, he was grateful that you had left it open. He clung to the wall next to it, peeking inside to see if you were there. The light was on in your bedroom, but you were nowhere to be seen. Or at least he thought it was your bedroom. This was his first time at your apartment. You both never hung out besides when you were paired up by miguel or when you were with miles, pav and Gwen. He'd never so much as been in your dimension at all. You were in the living room, eyes glued to the tv screen as you had been watching whatever had been on for the past few hours to pass time. It was then that you heard him climb inside through the window. Or rather, you heard the sound of him landing face-first on the ground. You sprung up, sneaking to your bedroom in order to investigate the sound. To your dismay, there he was. Standing right in the door frame; his hands inside of his vest pockets, posed strangely, as if he were hiding something. Your eyes widened at the sight of him. “Hobie? What the fuck are you doing here? How did you even get here?” you asked, looking at him with shock. His face remained blank and he looked at the ground. “Miles told me.” was all he said. He refused to look at you. As much as it pained you to say it, you really missed the sound of his voice. - Despite claiming to hate him. But whatever! “Why are you here?” you asked, this time your voice wobbled – not that you were sad. Well, you were sad. - and angry. And frustrated. God, you were just confused. Your voice wobbled with concern. You could only think of a few reasons as to why he’d decided to pay you a visit, and none of them were good. “Well, I uh.. Missed you?” “Bullshit,” you crossed your arms. You saw right through his lies. “Why are you actually here?” you asked, and he hesitated before speaking up again. 

“I… I need y’help.” He then  stood up straight, and pulled his vest off; now revealing a concerning wound that spread across his chest. He got hurt, badly. You looked at him and barely kept your jaw intact. You had so many questions, but you were sure none of them would be answered. “You… What…? Hobie what the fuck happened? Why- Why did you come to me for help?” your words were uttered with pure panic. He shrugged. He just looked at you and fucking shrugged. “Hobie, talk to me you dickhead!” you demanded, and for the first time in weeks, he looked into your eyes. But this wasn’t his usual hatred and spiteful look, He looked genuinely hurt. “Jus’ got hurt fightin’. No need to worry ‘bout me, princess.” you gave him a look that said both “are you serious right now?” and “are you okay?” He’d be lying if he said It didn’t make him laugh. You took a sharp breath, “Okay. Here’s what’s gonna happen.” you began. He tilted his head, curiously. “I’m gonna grab the first-aid kit in the bathroom, and I'm gonna patch you up.” without uttering a word, he nodded, and with that you led him to the bathroom. “Knew you loved me.” he muttered, and your head snapped back to look at him. “What?” he smirked. “You talk all this big talk ‘bout ‘ow much y’hate me, but ‘ere you are.” you laughed at his words, turning back around and grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet under the sink.

“I don’t love you. It’s just that if you bleed out on me, I won't have anyone to make fun of.” you said as you walked back up to him. But, he didn’t seem convinced, mumbling a quiet “sure..” “Shut up or I won’t help you.” much to your surprise, he actually did end up shutting up. You carefully examined his wound. And definitely not his abs. Nope. The side of his chest, and a little bit of the front was all-but ripped up. His skin was littered in almost cat-like scratches. But these marks weren’t from a cat. You grazed your thumb over a particularly nasty scratch, and he winced in pain. It hurt you to see him like this. He was suffering badly. Mumbling a quick apology, you opened up the first aid kit and began cleaning him up. He didn’t say anything the entire time. Which must’ve been a record for him. You wiped the dampened cloth around his chest, carefully and gently cleaning the blood. Once the wound was clean, you stitched and bandaged him up. You didn’t notice your face gradually getting closer to him, as you focused on the bandaging. It wasn’t until you felt his eyes boring into you that you looked up; your faces now a smile distance apart from one another. Embarrassed, you backed up slightly. “I’m almost done.” you mumbled, finishing up the bandages. “There, all done.” you looked up at him and smiled. A warm and genuine smile, he smiled back. There was such sweet bliss in that moment, for a split second you forgot that you were still mad at him. “Thanks, love.” The pet name was a common insult that he spoke like a prayer, never once failing to piss you off. But this time it wasn’t teasing. There was something about it that just felt real. genuine. He tried to stand up, but you grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back down onto the closed toilet seat. “Nuh uh. You’re not going anywhere yet. You need to answer my question.” his eyebrow furrowed with confusion. “Question? Wha' question?”

“Why are you here? Why did you choose to come to me for help, instead of like – anyone else?” “Dunno.” he shrugged, smiling at you. You couldn’t believe him. “What do you mean you don’t know? You could’ve gone to anyone. Why did you choose me? We literally almost killed each other last time we saw each other.” “I don’t believe in consistency.” He stood up, and put his shirt back on. “What-” he cut you off before you could furthermore question him. “Goin’ to someone else woulda been the smart thing to do. It’s what they woulda expected.” “They? Who’s they?” you asked, and his smile got bigger. “Doesn’t matter. I also just wanted to see you I guess.” he mumbled that last part, silently hoping you didn’t hear what he said, but at the same time wishing you did. In truth, he missed you. He missed the pointless conversations you had shared when the room fell silent. – Almost always ending in a dumb battle over who had the best insults. He missed the joy and relief he felt when Miguel assigned you to a mission together. He just missed you. Although it had only been a few weeks since you’d last seen each other, let alone only knowing each other for a few months, he quickly found himself enjoying your presence much more than he did others. He’d choose to be around you in a heartbeat. But, It’s not like he liked you. Of course he didn’t! He just felt happier when he was around you. While, yes, his heart would beat a bit faster when he was around you, and his cheeks and ears grew hotter when your arm accidentally grazed against his– that didn’t mean he liked you! Of course not! If anything, he hated you! He hated your stupid face, your dumb smile, your annoying mannerisms that he definitely didn’t have memorised, and he especially hated the way your nose scrunched up when you got embarrassed or flustered.  

“You missed me?” Suddenly, your confusion was forgotten. Now replaced by a grin. He quickly sprung up and grabbed his sleeveless jacket “Well, would’ya look at the time! I gotta get back to um, – yeah! Thank you for the help, my love.” He pulled his spider-mask over his head and opened the window. “Bye hobie.” he nodded at you, before climbing out and going god-knows-where. “My love.” the sentence repeated in your head an embarrassing amount of times that night. That was the first time he had ever called you that. And one thing’s for sure, it wouldn’t be the last time. Your relationship definitely changed after that. – but who’s to say that wasn’t a good thing?

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Hey! Can I request adult misty quigley x fem reader? And also can they kinda have an age gap? (Teehee)

Basically Misty obviously has a thing for needing people to want her and need her and feel important so her very codependent partner comes up with a way to make her feel better by letting Misty treat fake injuries on her? Like idk putting ketchup on her arm and misty bandaging her up and all that to keep herself feeling sane

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Bandages

Older Misty x reader

AN: hiiiii im so sorry this took so long. I’ve be busy with school and stuff in my personally life but it’s finally out yay. Misty’s text is in yellow I think that’s the colour I originally picked for her. Divider made by @arachnid-wife

word count rounded: 1k

You and Misty first met when your grandmother lived at the nursing home that Misty worked at. You would visit your grandmother once a week. Misty was usually the nurse that helped with her, so you would see her often.

The both of you got very close, so close that you would go out for coffee together every other weekend. It was mostly about your grandmother, but after a while, the conversations turned flirty. You would spend more and more time with her. Soon, she finally asked you out. You went on a few actual dates with her. After a while, you made it official with her. She asked you to move in with her and Caligula. You accept, of course. That was a few years ago, and after all that time with Misty, you started to notice little things about her.

The first time you started noticing was when you accidentally cut your finger while chopping something with a knife.

You were in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and chatting with Misty. You guys were going to have a holiday party with the yellow jackets. You and Misty were chatting and making jokes when you looked over your shoulder, and that's when you felt it. A sharp, searing pain in your pointer finger. You wince and gasp, turning back to see your finger. You drop the knife and lift your hand. 

“Oh my gosh!!!” Misty rushes over and grabs a towel, wrapping your finger in it as you let out a huff in pain. “Fuck.” You sigh, groaning, as you lean against the counter.

You ended up having to go to the hospital to get it stitched up. Misty offered, but you were not going to let her sew up your finger at the house. You ended up being alright, and the party ended up actually happening, but instead you ordered some pizzas.

Misty spent the next few weeks keeping you in a bubble. Feeding you even though you cut your non-dominant hand. She would basically do anything for you if you needed to use your hands. She would check on your stitches every day and help clean them.

You really don't mind that she wants to take care of you. In fact, it's quite fun having her do things for you because she won't even hesitate. You want a glass of water? She’s on it. Food? Right away. Misty even spent a week helping you get dressed.

After your finger fully healed, you would notice a slight change in Misty. She wanted to keep helping, but there was nothing to do anymore. She felt like she was unneeded. You decided to talk to Misty one night while cuddling on the couch.

“Hey? You alright?”

“ Wha? Oh yeah, I'm alright, most alright ever." Misty says it sounds obnoxiously cheerful for someone who was pouting because you didn't need help making yourself toast this morning. You look over at her, giving her a smile that says, “I know you're not alright.” 

“It's, well, you know, I really loved taking care of you and feeling like I was useful.” 

“You're my girlfriend, Misty; you don't need to be "useful." I love you.” You say, kissing her cheek as she smiles back. “I know, but I guess it's my love language to help and to make you better.” She says she is pulling you into her arms and giving your healed finger a little kiss. 

“How about this? I'll let you patch me up and “nurse” me back to health whenever you want.”

“But I don't want you to hurt yourself.”

“What if we just pretend? You know, bandage up my fake cut or whatever else you want to do. If it makes you feel better, I really don't mind.” Misty's eyes light up, and she pulls you into a kiss.

From that day forward, it became just part of the two of you. Sure, it's an unusual way to cheer her up, but you don’t really mind. It always goes the same way: she “comforts” you and gives you kisses. Then she “disinfects” your “cut” and puts on a patterned bandage on it before “kissing it better." Misty claims that it's the most important part of the whole process.

One day Misty came home from work upset; it was just a very stressful day, and she needed to come home and see you. You're in the kitchen cooking after Misty finally lets you touch a knife without intense supervision. You hear the front door open and yell out. “Hi baby, how was work?” You say, looking over your shoulder to catch her taking off her jacket with a silent huff, not like herself at all.

She walks into the bedroom without saying a word and changes out of her scrubs. You put down whatever you were doing and follow Misty into your bedroom. “Hey? Baby? You ok? Bad day?” You ask, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug. “Long day.” Misty mutters, relaxing into your arms.

You pull away and smile softly. “I got a scrape on my knee earlier, babe, Wanna help?” You ask, sitting down on the bed and rolling up your pants to show her your perfectly fine, unscraped knee. Misty raises a brow. “There is no scrape on your knee, babe” Misty says, a little confused. 

“What? Misty? My knee hurts. Can you patch me up?” She finally smiles as she lets out a sigh. She understands what you're trying to do, and she grabs her little med kit. Misty kneels next to the bed, rolling up your pants until your knee is fully exposed. She grabs a little alcohol wipe and rubs it on your knee. 

“It might sting a little, babe.”

She grabs some bandage wrap, lifts your knee a bit off the bed, and wraps your knee up snugly. She finishes and gives you a little kiss on your bandaged knee. “All better, you get hurt a lot; you gotta be more careful.” You both smile and laugh a little as she pulls you into a kiss.

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A Little Ghost in a Bowtie (@livmadart's Phantump Conan AU)

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Heiji and Lucie caught the first bullet train to Saffron City the next morning, with only a brief ‘goodbye’ to his mom and a note explaining where he was going left on the kitchen counter. He’d get an earful for his recklessness later, but that was nothing new.

Paying admission for Tropical Land was annoying, but worth it for the juicy evidence he was sure to find there. After all, no pokemon had been found at the scene, but that didn't mean that none of them had witnessed it. The police would never think of questioning wild pokemon- it was one of the best advantages Heiji had.

Even in the daylight, the space behind the ferris wheel operations building looked like a place where shady stuff would happen. One side of the area was just a cold, concrete wall, and the other side was enclosed by foreboding trees, reaching out over the grass with wooden fingers. Still, creepy or not the presence of nature here was good for his chances of finding something.

Heiji peered between the trunks- soon spotting his prize. A Pidgey nest sat there, neatly nestled between two branches- in perfect view of the clearing.

“Hey!” Heiji called. He could barely see the top of a feathered head- so he knew it was occupied. “You over there! Feel like talking for a sec?” The feathers moved, but the pidgey didn’t respond.

“Let me try,” Lucie said, stepping forward.” “Hey,” She growled loudly. The pidgey jumped, standing on the edge of its nest defensively.

“W-what do you want?” It squawked back.

“Information,” Lucie responded, her voice returning to a low, cool rumble. “A few months ago a human boy was killed here- do you remember?”

“Oh yeah, nasty stuff,” The pidgey chittered, calming down a little. “The blood made the grass stink for weeks!”

Finally, a new lead! Heiji felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as the thrill of the case rolled over him.

“Did you see it happen?” He asked eagerly, taking a step forward. The pidgey just looked at him blankly. Ah, right. By now, most Pokemon in Goldenrod had figured out that he could talk to and understand them- but anytime he went anywhere else, there was a bit of a learning curve.

“He understands us,” Lucie shrugged. “Answer his questions too,” She ordered.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, yeah I did,” The pidgey nodded, and Heiji clenched his fists in anticipation. This was all he could have hoped for. “Two guys wearing black clothes bonked him on the head, and then fed him something weird.. And then they left. A few of us got worried about the other guy, since he was screamin’ a lot, but by the time we got to him he was already dead,” it twittered sadly “But it’s not so bad, since-”

“You said they fed him something?” Heiji cut it off, focusing on possibly the most interesting bit of that.

“Wha- oh, yeah, they did,” It nodded again, and Heiji put a hand to his chin in thought. So, Kudo had been poisoned. That made sense- but what sort of poison didn’t show up on such a thorough autopsy?

“There were two culprits?” Lucie added, bringing them back to the other important tidbit.

“Sure was,”

“Can you remember anything else about them? Other than the fact they were wearing black clothes?” Heiji prodded. The color of clothes honestly wouldn’t be that helpful in tracking them down.

“Uhh… One of them had really long hair. I remember being impressed- well, at least until he killed that guy,” The pidgey said, making a sort of pantomime gesture of how long it was with its wings.

“That I can work with!” Heiji grinned, noting down the new information, and its source, in his notes app.

“Happy to help I guess, but if you really want the good stuff, you should be asking Conan- not me,” The pidgey said, ruffling its feathers and settling back down into its nest.

“Conan?” Heiji blinked at it. That was a western name… the name of another pokemon, maybe?

“Yeah- he’d know a lot more about the situation than I would,”

“Where would we find this guy?” Lucie interjected.

“I’m pretty sure he said he was gonna go live with that girl- the one the humans in blue brought here, uhh, I think her name was Mouri? Yeah, find that girl and you find Conan,” The pidgey nodded, mostly to itself.

Ran Mouri- the current Kanto champion, and the only witness to the murder of Shinichi Kudo. Of course they’d have to go to her. Heiji hadn’t really wanted to bother her- but he’d also known that they would need to. Other than the surrounding pokemon- she was their best chance of answers.

“So you question the girl, and I find and question this pokemon of hers, right?” Lucie growled at him, confirming the obvious course of action.

“Yeah, I guess,” Heiji sighed. Hopefully she wouldn’t be too upset with them- they were just looking for justice for her friend, afterall.

They left Tropical Land, mourning the admission cost for only a moment before carrying on. Though, that place looked pretty fun. Maybe he’d have to take Kazuha sometime…

The Mouri Detective Agency loomed large over them, foreboding and cold. Speaking to people who’d just lost loved ones was the hardest part of the detective job- in Heiji’s opinion. This one was almost worse, since two months had passed- Heiji felt like he’d just be ripping open a newly closed wound by being here.

“Can I help you?”

Heiji jumped at the voice, and Lucie rumbled in a laughing way. Behind them on the sidewalk was a girl riding a venusaur- her long brown hair pulled into a ponytail, with a green headband positioned fashionably behind her bangs- possibly to hide the strange way her hair stuck out closer to the front- almost like a horn. Heiji recognized her; this was Ran Mouri, exactly who they were looking for.

“State your business,” The venusaur rumbled threateningly.

“Uhh-” Heiji tried to answer Ran-chan’s question, but Lucie cut him off to answer the venusaur first.

“We’re here to investigate the murder of Shinichi Kudo- A little pidgey told us we’d find a pokemon here called Conan who would give us more answers,” Lucie nodded- and for some reason, the venusaur seemed to find that funny.

“Right, uh-” Heiji tore himself away from the pokemon’s conversation to pursue his own. “My name is Heiji Hattori, I’m… I’m a highschool detective, and I thought-”

“Oh, you’re here to ask about Shinichi, aren’t you?” She sighed, and slipped off of her venusaur.

“...Yes,”

“Well, Chives seems to like you guys, so I’ll humor you,” She said, her voice colored with a deep exhaustion, even as she gave her venusaur- Chives, a fond pat on the head.

“Conan should be inside- I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to talk to you,” Chives said, a wide grin splitting across his face.

“And I’m sure we’ll be thrilled to talk to him,” Lucie raised an eyebrow at him.

“Should we go inside then?” Ran-chan asked, recalling Chives into a pokeball.

“Oh, sure,” Heiji nodded. He wondered just what kind of pokemon this Conan was.

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BACK TOGETHER

A/N: okayyyy another little steve fic bc yall really loved my prev one!

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

WARNING: season 4 spoiler!!!

SUMMARY: You and Steve broke up not long ago, but watching over Max in the night brings the two of you back together.

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The gang is now stationed in the Wheelers’ basement once again. After what happened to Max in the cemetery you’re guarding her nonstop, there’s always someone watching her, checking that she is still listening to the music and hasn’t gone into trance again. It’s one in the morning and you’re the chosen one to keep an eye on her, but Steve has decided to join you. 

It’s been a bit weird, hanging out with Steve so much even though the two of you broke up just a few weeks ago. You haven’t spoken much, but the recent happenings with Vecna brought the old gang together so now you’re forced to be around each other again. The breakup happened after a stupid, but pretty intense fight you had, it started because you’ve had enough of Steve always hanging out with Robin and even though you know Robin is playing on a different team, it’s still pretty annoying when you can’t make plans with your boyfriend because he already has something going on with Robin. 

He accused you of being jealous for no reason and you told him he is a child and it ended with a screaming match and the two of you parted ways after breaking up. One year of relationship ended in such a ridiculous way, you almost kind of feel embarrassed. 

“You’re not hearing any clock dinging, right?” Steve asks, breaking the silence since everyone around you is asleep. 

“Wait, you don’t hear it?” you ask with a dead serious face and watch as his expression falls completely. “I’m just kidding,” you add quickly.

“It’s not funny, Y/N, not after what happened to Max!” he tells you off, but you still find it a bit comical. He should know you well enough to know you’d have already told them if Vecna was after you. 

“Sorry, just trying to stay awake,” you yawn, taking a glance at Max who is seemingly still perfectly fine.

“Go to sleep, I can take over your shift,” he offers.

“No need to play the hero, Steve.”

“I’m not… I’m just trying to be nice,” he rolls his eyes.

“We’re not together anymore, so you don’t have to go out of your way to be nice to me, though you didn’t quite do it before either.”

Your comment comes out a bit spicier than you intended, but you also think it’s true. It’s too late to act nice now, he should have cared about you when you expected it from him. 

“Y/N, maybe we should talk about that,” he sighs, running a hand through his ridiculously good hair. How does he look this good even in the middle of what feels like another apocalypse? 

“About what exactly? That we broke up or that you said I was jealous or that you spent more time with Robin than your own girlfriend?”

“God, I almost forgot how hot you are when you give me an attitude.”

“And you’re such a child,” you roll your eyes and attempt to get up from beside him, but he grabs your hand and pulls you back. 

“I’m sorry! Please, I want to apologize!”

“About wha–”

“Everything, Y/N,” he groans, already knowing what you wanted to ask. “You were right and I was an ass. I just always thought you would find someone better than me at college so I convinced myself you don’t need me and I didn’t want to need you either.”

His confession surprises you, he never told you he was having second guesses and you would have reacted differently if only he told you the truth.

“Steve, I’m staying in Hawkins instead of applying to schools out of state. I made this decision because of you. Do you think I would just drop you for some other guy?”

“I don’t know, I thought about that, yes,” he replies with a shrug, but it’s obvious he is struggling inside.

“You’re an idiot, Steve. That’s what you are,” you sigh. 

“Well, at least we agree about that. I really am an idiot, because I lost the best girl in town.”

Silence falls on you, it’s heavy and says a lot. You want to tell him you still love him, that you still want to be with him, but you want him to take this step, to tell you he wants to give your relationship another go. But you know it can take some time for Steve to figure out, to decode the signs you send him.

“What song would you play to bring me back?” you ask to keep the conversation going. His eyebrows rise as he looks at you with a tiny smile as he thinks about his answer.

“Something from Duran Duran, it’s your favorite, right?” he smirks as you gape at him.

“You ass, that’s your favorite!” Steve starts laughing and you can’t hold it back either as you smack him in the chest.

“Cyndi Lauper Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. You played it every morning last year when we drove to school,” he then says and it’s the correct answer, it’s definitely your favorite song at the moment. “Though I’m a bit hurt that your favorite song is not related to me,” he adds.

“But it is.”

“What?” he furrows his eyebrows at you.

“It was playing on the radio when you picked me up on our first date,” you tell him. “I took it as a sign.”

“That it was gonna be a good date?”

“That Steve Harrington is not as big of a douchebag people say him to be,” you tease him smirking. “And I was right. He is a pretty good guy. He just… gets lost sometimes, forgets that I love him a lot and I don’t want other men when I have him.”

He looks at you with those puppy eyes, his ridiculously curly eyelashes framing them perfectly and all your anger and disappointment is now gone. You just want your boyfriend back. Luckily, Steve reads the situation as well and he knows this is his chance to get you back.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I was a shitty boyfriend, but if you gave me another chance I would do everything to make you happy.”

“What took you so long?” you sigh with a soft smile before leaning in and pressing your lips against his. 

You missed his lips, his kisses, his touches, the way he cups your face when he deepens the kiss. For a moment you’re not in the Wheelers’ basement, but in a safe place somewhere far away from the madness in Hawkins.

“It’s so nice you two just got back together, but you’re supposed to be watching Max.”

Dustin’s voice snaps you out of your little bubble and pulling away from Steve you see him sitting up, his eyes puffy and barely open as he watches the two of you.

“Henderson, you just know exactly when to open your mouth, huh?” Steve sighs and the kid in question just smirks and shrugs before lying back down and Steve doesn’t hesitate before pulling you closer to continue from where you left it before Dustin’s interruption.

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[Anne is coming out to her parents about her dating Sasha and Marcy.]

Anne: Okay, so I just want you two to know that I’ve been spending a lot of time these last few weeks with Sasha and Marcy, not just because we’re friends again but also because…um, well, I hope you don’t find this too weird or whatever but the three of us are dating…each other…

Bee: That’s wonderful, Anne.

Anne: You don’t think it’s weird?

Oum: No, we’ve figured it would happen at some point. So we did some research on it and learned a lot.

Anne: Wait, what? When?

Oum: Welllll………

[Flashback, 8-9 years ago. Mr and Mrs Boonchuy are chaperones for the Trio at a Pride event. The Trio are having fun elsewhere while Mr and Mrs B are at a booth about Polyamory.]

Booth guy: Anything you two need help with? You just find out about it and want advice on what to do?

Oum: No no, my husband and I are monogamous. It’s for our daughter.

Booth guy: Wha?

Bee: Yeah, it’s very obvious that she’s in love with her best friends and they with her.

Oum: They’re repairing their friendship after some recent damage but are too scared to admit their feelings for fear of creating an awkwardness in case the other two don’t feel the same.

Bee: So when/if they ever come out to each other, we wanna be able to support them as best we can with research and understanding.

Booth guy:………………

Booth guy: Can…can you be my parents?

[End Flashback]

Anne: Well that explains that guy showing up at the restaurant so much.

Bee: Yeah, he’s gone through a lot of heartbreak and Khao Pad over the years.

Oum: Still, just know that while your father and I don’t fully understand the whole Poly thing, we love and support you and are so happy that you’ve finally found happiness with the two girls you love.

Anne: Oh wow…thanks. Um, okay, well I had a PowerPoint to help explain things but I guess I don’t need it anymore.

Bee: You can still show us! Let’s see it!

Anne starting up the presentation: Okay, well it all started on the playground………

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When I Get my Hands on You

MoonKnight 

Marc Spector x Female Reader (Hint of Steven Grant)

Word count: 6.3K

Warnings: Smut (with Marc) , angst, fluff, a little bit of a praise kink I guess? Fingering, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected vaginal sex, spanking?  

A/N: LOL, I got 200 notes on my last smut, at least SOME people read it. So I wrote another and after a lot of procrastinating, I have finally accomplished this. I hope this one is good if not better because I actually tried on this one, enjoy. 🥰

You have been married to Marc Spector for four years now. You both met each other shortly after your father died. It was not very long before you started to fall for him, and he fell for you. Eventually, he told you about his deal with Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon. How he would have been dead if he hadn't made that deal with him. He also eventually started to bring you along on his adventures- after you begged him to take you and snuck yourself into his battles -and you both fought well together, as a team. However, three months ago, he had disappeared from your life all of a sudden, without a last goodbye, without a warning. A normal person would think he ran away with another woman, that is, if you both were normal. No, the normal for you both is the constant threat of knowing anything can happen, almost always potentially life-threatening. So when you decide to call, after so many days and weeks of trying to contact him for what seems like the millionth time, and he picks up, you are in a state of frenzying panic. 

“Yeah?” he says calmly into the phone. 

“Oh my GOD, you're alive.” you say relieved, laughing crazily at the thought that he's okay.

“Yeah, I'm alright” he says almost..unbothered? No, unknowingly. 

“Ive been texting and calling for MONTHS-I thought something bad happened to you, why didn’t you give me a sign you were okay-where have you been?” you spit out quickly, the realization has set in. Your husband of four years, who had suddenly disappeared three months ago, has finally given a sign that he is alive. He is okay.

“I’m sorry..umm-I just found this phone in my flat, and I’m tryin to figure out whos it is” does he have some sort of memory loss? How could he forget me? That does NOT sound like Marc. No, this HAS to be him, he would never leave his only form of contact with me in some strangers apartment, you think to yourself. This is your husband, you know it. You can feel it. However, you are very confused.

“Wha-what is with this accent? What is happening right now?”

“I-I’m sorry, who do you think I am?” you think this has got to be some joke. Maybe a trick. 

“What do you mean WHO! What is wrong with you Marc?” you shout into the phone. 

“...What did you just call me? Why did you call me..Marc?” he answers back suspiciously. After he says this, you are suspicious of this whole phone call. The accent, the apparent unfamiliarity in his voice, you need to find him, and now that he turned his phone back on, you can finally track it. The both of you are silent on the phone when you decide it would be better to just hang up and start the process of tracking his phone. You hear him start to ask “hello?” but you hang up before he can finish. So, you start tracking his phone. After quite a few minutes, with the skills you've gained over the years of tracking down bad guys for a living, you find out he is in London. Two blocks away from where we used to live. 

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After you track his phone, you make your way towards his location. You are determined to find him, you’ve waited and waited for a sign that he’s okay, and now that you've got it, you are on a mission. All you can think about on your way is the memories you have made over the past four years. Never in your life have you felt this way for anyone the way you do for Marc. One of the memories in particular you hold onto dearly is when Marc got you a scarab necklace for your second anniversary. You both had just got back from a date, a little off from the wine you had been drinking at the fancy restaurant he treated you to. You both stumbled into the apartment while laughing.

“Wait here” he told you with a smirk, you expected something else, but what he did surprise you with was even better. 

“Close your eyes” he shouted from the bedroom, you laugh and cover your eyes. You hear his shoes hit the ground as he walks over to you. 

“Oookay, open-um” It was a necklace with a golden chain, and the scarab beetle that hung from it was blue and gold, and it was beautiful, probably expensive too. It was so special it caused tears to prick in your eyes because of the significance it had. Your father used to call you his “little scarab”, and Marc had bought it in memory of him. 

“Aaand look at the back” he says as he flips it for you to see. You lean in to read what it says, eyes glazed over from the alcohol and the tears that have threatened to spill. There are those significant words written in cursive writing. 

My little scarab. 

Maybe it was the wine, the genuine love you felt for Marc, or the heart aching feeling of missing your father so much- or maybe a bit of everything combined -but the tears were flowing. He helped you put it on as you looked at him with tears in your eyes, and he wiped them away with a loving smile. He kissed both of your cheeks, probably tasting the salty tears, before finally kissing you slowly on the lips. Passionate and loving, the only words to describe that night. 

However, your head snaps back to the memory of the last time you had seen him. He looked tired. More tired than you have ever seen him. That day, you told him you were going out to get the both of you some food, because your poor husband looked like he was at his breaking point. Khonshu is going to work him to death, you think as you walk to a local store. It probably took you about forty five minutes, between the walk there and back- and the indecisiveness at the store -but you ended up getting him his favorite sandwich, two bags of small chips, and a drink. (Also getting the same package of food for yourself.) However, upon your return, you called for his name. 

“Marc!” you announce into the apartment you shared, bags crinkling and keys jingling on your way in. No answer. You set your stuff down and head towards the bedroom. He might be sleeping. You peak your head in. The bed is made, no sign of Marc. 

“Maarc” you draw out, heading towards the bathroom, however, you stop when the door is open and the light is off. Did he leave? Where could he have possibly gone? I told him I was getting us food. You pull out your phone and try to call him. Straight to voicemail. You try to call again. Straight to voicemail. You text him. 

Marc, where are you??? I told you I was getting food, you need to be in bed. As you send this text, it doesn’t send. You have figured out that he has turned his phone off. 

Where is he? Maybe Khonshu needed him. That is probably exactly where he's gone off to, you reassure yourself. You decided it would be better to wait it out and maybe he’ll come back, but you can’t shake the feeling something is off. Three days later, and after no text or call, you start to really panic, restless at the thought something bad happened to him. That off feeling being right. You spammed his phone like no tomorrow for hours the first week he left. Soon, your panic somehow got dimmer, as you were causing yourself so much stress to the point of exhaustion. Lack of sleep and fits of mental breakdowns set in for the first month. This was your husband, he could be dead, and the thought of losing him without closure, just like your father, tore you from the inside out. So this brings you to the present, on your way to find him. He’s not far, maybe a twenty minutes ride. But, as you are driving towards your destination, a man makes you halt your bike as he stumbles out and falls to the ground. Oh my god- it’s Marc.

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You have taken a liking to Steven. The man who fell in front of your bike was not Marc, but Steven. You’re not sure how long Marc has really had him as his companion, but he sure as hell was good at hiding him. He is a lot more honest and certainly seems a lot more caring then Marc after what he has put you through recently. On the rare occasion Marc does front, you are arguing. So, as you and Steven are traveling to Ammit’s tomb, after the absolute craziness that Steven just caused to the sky, you are talking about Marc. 

“So, how’s Marc?” you ask in a sarcastic way. 

“Oh, he’s wonderful” he says looking towards the side mirror, you have figured out that only Steven can communicate with him via a reflection, and vice-versa. 

“You know, I still don’t know why he suddenly up and left” you say looking towards Steven. He’s quiet for a minute, Marc probably saying something smart. 

“...I’m not sure” Steven says, looking at the mirror. You can feel him looking at you when he is about to say something when you suddenly push on the brakes a little bit too hard when you come across the large cavern that leads to Ammit’s tomb. You both grab your things and begin your walk. When the site comes into view, you both head for the tents for supplies. During your search, you can hear a bit of commotion coming from the tent Steven is occupying, you know they're arguing. When you get the supplies needed for your descent into the hole to the tomb, you start to strap up the harnesses you both need to make the way down. You help him with his as he goes stiff from your touch. 

“I feel like I've been waiting my whole life for this'' he says looking up as you smile at his excitement. Your hands are around his area, so he's trying not to look at you as you tighten his harness. 

“For the adventure, I mean” as he realizes what could be implied by what he said. You make your way up towards his face, you're close. 

“I know” you say softly, and saying fuck it in your mind and going for a kiss. 

“-Marc said…that he left to protect you from Khonshu” he quickly says, making you stop from kissing his lips. You look at him confused. 

“He told me you were his next avatar after him” he states finally. 

“Well…I don’t need protecting, and the least he could have done was tell me, and be honest” 

“Yeah…” he says not knowing what to say. 

“But you are honest Steven, and that’s what I need, honesty”

“I’m honesty” he says almost as a question. You laugh at his awkwardness. 

“Yes, Steven, you are honesty” he then grabs your shoulders and unsurely makes his way to your lips. The kiss is slow, and it sends a shock through your body. You really are kissing Steven and not Marc. You feel like Marc is watching you, and you sort of feel guilty, so you pull away and smile at him, then turn around to hook your harness up. Meanwhile, Steven is looking at you with awe as you jump down into the abyss. You hear a commotion up on the ledge, and moments later after you marked your fathers symbol, Steven came crashing down. 

“Oh my God, Steven are you okay?” you rush over to him, he fell about 10 feet so that must have hurt. 

“...Yeah, I’m alright” he says as you help him up. 

“Marc uuh… Marc saw that” he adds slightly laughing not in humor, but worry. 

“Good” you say as you begin to walk away towards the rest of the tomb, but the curiosity of Marc makes you stop. Usually you let it go because you don’t want to get involved with Steven and Marc’s disputes, but this one is about you. So you turn back around. 

“Steven?” 

“Yeah?” he responds while taking in the architecture of the tomb. 

“What exactly did Marc do?” you ask curiously. You sort of feel bad for kissing Steven when you are still married to Marc, but what does he expect to happen? His alter is the sweeter version of him, just with the same appearance. You can’t help but feel smug at the anger you might have caused him after the amount of anger and frustration he has caused you. Marc has always been possessive of you, but not in a controlling or toxic way. More in the way that he would kill a man if he tried to hurt you, and he has proven to do so before. 

“Um- well- he punched me in the face” he says a little bit hurt. 

“Are you serious?” you're surprised he punched basically himself in the face over a kiss. 

“Yup…and then he threw me down the hole” he states matter-a-factly. You can’t believe him, poor Steven. You see Stevens head snap to the wall beside you, there is a slight reflection so you know it’s Marc. Steven’s eyes go a bit wide when he apparent;y hears what Marc had to say, and then they go to yours. 

“What? What did he say?” you ask, with the way Steven reacted your curiosity peaked. 

“Um-I-I’m not sure if I want to repeat that” he laughs out nervously. “He was talking specifically to you” your eyes squint in confusion. 

“Just tell me Steven, obviously if it’s meant for me he wants me to hear it. 

“Uh, well-he said ‘I swear to God, when I get my hands on you, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you, you’re my wife, not Stevens’” he says shyly at the dirty words coming out of his mouth. At this you can’t help the blush that comes to your cheeks because Steven had to listen to that. This is the side of Marc you have yet to mention. 

“Um…well, Marc, if you actually cared to comfort and be honest with your wife, maybe i wouldn’t be Stevens wife” Steven blushes at this and his mouth slightly goes open. You look at Steven as you see an opportunity to piss Marc off even more. So, you grab Stevens head and pull him down to your lips. This time, you make the kiss passionate and full of tongue and Steven can barely keep up. Then, you can feel the switch. He immediately takes over the kiss and launches one hand up to your neck and the other grabs your hip and harshly pushes you against the wall. He picks both of your legs up and you immediately jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he rips his lips off of yours and starts to violently suck at your neck. You moan slightly when he reaches a spot on your neck he knows you like, you can feel his smirk against your neck as he slips his hand under your shirt and grabs your breast tight in his hand. He starts to grind his hips into yours and you can feel his hard-on slightly through his jeans. You hold onto his back as he continues to work on your neck, mouth slightly open and eyes hooded because you can’t remember the last time he has touched you like this. He drops your legs back onto the ground as you watch as he lifts up your shirt enough for your bra to be exposed, and he trails open mouthed kisses down to your lower stomach. You stare as he looks up at you through hungry, lust driven eyes, he smirks against your skin when he sees how flustered you are. You grab the back of his curls when you suddenly feel him stop and his eyes widen. He jolts up and stumbles back while he looks at you. It’s Steven. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-I wasn’t doing that” He says panicked, not knowing what had just happened in those few short moments. You know Marc did that on purpose, and you know he’s thinking all smug to himself: now who’s wife are you really? 

“No” you say a little bit breathless “it’s okay, you don’t need to worry about it” 

“Okay, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, y/n” you smile at him as he makes sure you’re okay. Steven is the sweetest person, yet you can see Marc in him even though they are two very different people. 

“Really, it’s okay Steven, let’s just…continue” you say, meaning continue what you came here to do in the first place. So you both continue on, pushing the sort of awkward moment to the side. 

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It has been a week since you guys ended up saving the world from Ammit’s release that would have killed millions and successfully releasing Khonshu from being imprisoned in stone. No big deal. Marc also was finally set free from Khonshu's deal, so you had plenty of free time with both Marc and Steven. However, tonight you and Marc have finally made it back to London, and you both are rushing back home. 

“You know, I didn’t leave you because I wanted to y/n” he says turned to you, you both hurrying hand in hand towards the apartment. You look up at him, as if asking him to go on. 

“I did it because I wanted to protect you- and I know I should've been honest with you -but I was also worried you would leave me if you found out about Steven” you LOVE Steven, and you would never leave Marc because of him. 

“You know I don’t need protecting, Marc” he looks back at you as you say this, both still rushing back to the apartment, in a borderline speedwalk. The both of you are a bit breathless from your chase towards the apartment. 

“Yes, you do, y/n” he says with an eyebrow raised. You can’t help but smile at him because whether you like to admit it or not, you do love that Marc would do anything to protect you. So you shut up and hurry along the busy streets of London back to technically Stevens place. And when you arrive, Marc fumbles for the keys and quickly opens the door. As soon as he opens the door he grabs you and pulls the both of you and kisses you, as you both blindly fumble to close the door. It’s dark in the apartment, other than the blue illumination of Gus’s fish tank, making you both stop to look at each other in the slight blue light. He grabs your cheek and caresses it as he looks at you from your lips back up to your eyes with a loving, but lust filled demeanor- almost a look of neediness. He begins to walk you backwards towards the bed, as his face forms a smile that you rarely got to see from him the months leading up to the disappearance. You bump into a stack of books on the floor causing you to slightly lose your balance and both of your gazes fly to the interruption. 

“Damn it Steven, do you ever clean this place up?” Marc asks jokingly into thin air as you both laugh as he pulls you into the warmth of his lips once more. Steven probably said some sarcastic response in return, but the both of you could care less. You finally reach the bed and he pushes you to sit at the very edge. He swiftly lifts his shirt and throws it somewhere, and you barely have time to view your husband's body before he is grabbing at your shirt. You lift your arms so he could remove it for you, and as soon as the piece of clothing leaves your body, he leans down as he grabs your neck and pulls your lips to his, he really can’t get enough. Both of your hands fumble for your pants, he uses his free hand to unbutton the jeans you have on as you work them off your legs, not wanting to interrupt your lips from moving against each other. After you have managed to kick your jeans off, he grabs at one of your breasts through the padding of your bra as he applies slight pressure around your neck. You let out a slight moan, in turn causing him to run his hand that palmed at your breast down your side, and slide down your stomach. He reaches the panties that really weren't your best pair, but not the worst he's ever seen you in. His finger slowly teases at your folds through the fabric, causing a smirk to appear on his face through the kiss as you open your legs for him. He breaks the kiss and drops his hand on your throat down to your thigh to hold your leg open slightly to watch as he starts to circle your clit, achingly slow. You bite your bottom lip as he purposefully goes slow, causing you to inhale sharply and move your hips to get more friction on his fingers. He laughs and pulls his fingers away. 

“I told you, when I get my hands on you, I was gonna make you beg me to fuck you” he says in a low tone staring into your eyes. You whine and spread your legs wider as you lay back on the bed, trying to tease him into giving you what you want. As you do this, you watch as Marc takes his pants off, leaving him in his boxers, in which you can see he is fully hard for you. He puts his knee on the bed and hooks a hand underneath your body to unhook your bra. He throws the bra somewhere else in the room as he looks at your breasts lustfully. He leans down and licks at one of your hard buds as his curls fall forward tickling your chest. His eyes are hooded as he focuses on swirling it around his tongue and then swiftly taking it into his mouth as his other hand reaches up to palm the other breast. You let out a slight moan as he lightly sucks at your sensitive bud, feeling yourself get those butterflies you always do when Marc touches you. He looks up at your lust filled eyes and starts to make his way down your belly. He trails open mouthed kisses all the way down to the beginning of your panties and then takes a hard right towards your thigh. Of Course. You watch as Marc starts to kiss down towards your hips, then your thigh, and then your inner thigh. 

“Please Marc can you just stop teasing me” you whine as he continues to kiss each thigh, not making any progress towards your sopping core. He completely stops and comes back up to your face. You’re getting needier by the second. 

“Why? You need me to eat that pretty pussy of yours? Hmm? You all wet and needy for me baby?” he says in a mocking tone. You unintentionally moan when you feel his hand slide your panties over and run his middle finger along your folds as the other hand launches your leg over to have more access. 

“Yes, Marc please” you say when his fingers make it to your clit. 

“Yeah, you're so wet for me” he smiles while making eyes at the way your lips are slightly parted, keeping your moans in just from the way he is playing with your folds. You watch as his middle finger sinks perfectly into your cunt. Your legs unconsciously spread wider for him. He looks down to watch as he fingers you, the only sound in the room is your cunt making a sloshing sound as he starts to curl his fingers up into you, so slow you could scream. You moan when he starts to go faster, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. He kisses you nastily, open mouthing you as he adds a second finger with ease. 

“Mmm” you let out and break the kiss “go-go faster..” you struggle to say. He obliges and speeds up his fingers at lightning speed. Your cunt creates a loud wet sound due to your wetness dripping out at this point. You let out a stuttered moan as you grip the sheets for dear life with one hand and the other holding onto his arm that is holding him up on the bed. 

“Mhm, I can hear how wet you are. Let me hear those moans, you look so pretty with my fingers inside you” he coos out. You moan louder when his other hand reaches for your clit and rubs it in loose circles, sending shocks through your body. You feel your stomach knot as you're coming close to your orgasm. Marc has always been able to bring you to an orgasm quickly, he knows your body too well. So he knows when you’re close. 

“You wanna cum? Beg me to let you cum” he states as both of his hands work to please you. You are unraveling and moaning at the sensations he’s bringing you and you can barely respond, so when your walls start to squeeze around his fingers as you reach the edge without a response, he rips his hands away from your pussy. He watches as you clench around nothing and you moan out in protest to the sudden loss. Your body coming back to the aching need to be touched. 

“Maaarc” you draw his name out.

“You’re not cumming unless you beg me to give you what you want” he says in a strict tone. You watch as he gets up, his boxers having a wet stain on them from precum leaking out. Marc has always loved giving you pleasure, he loves to watch you unravel and cum at his touch. But tonight, he’s getting off to hearing you beg for it after seeing you flirt with Steven. He bows his head down and lays on his stomach to come face to face with your entrance. You lift your hips for him as he begins to take your panties off, leaving you completely naked for him. He puts both of your legs on his shoulders and turns his head to the side to start his slow, sloppy kisses on your thighs. He looks up and down at you the whole time, mumbling praises as he gets closer to your wetness as you whine lowly. He reaches your entrance, and licks from where your wetness has dripped out all the way up to the hood of your clit. It sends shivers up your spine as your breath catches in your throat. You sigh loudly when his tongue starts to circle your clit. You watch as he looks up for your reactions to the pleasure he's giving you. You moan when he sucks your clit into his mouth, in turn, he moans against you as you let out the sound he’s been craving. You grab hold of his dark brown curls into your hand and he lifts his head up a little bit to watch you squirm underneath his mouth when he begins to do figure eights on your clit. Once again, you’re getting close, and more whiny. Your legs start to shake and close around his head as he sucks on your clit while swirling his tongue around you, but he wraps his arms around your thighs even tighter and holds them open with obviously more strength then you could ever enforce. Your grip on his hair gets tighter as he is bringing you to your orgasm. 

“Marc..I’m clo-” you’re cut off by your own pleasure as you moan loudly when one of his hands snuck around and started to finger you as he was sucking on your clit. The combination makes your head spin. He begins to move both his mouth and fingers in sinc, making you throw your head back and buck your hips up into his mouth. He hums against you while looking up expectantly, but you’re too wrapped up in your pleasure to remember what he told you. Then, without warning, Marc stops. You quickly try to push his head back with a growl of frustration, but he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head as he comes back up to your face and kisses your neck. 

“You taste so good y/n” he groans against your neck. You let out a small moan in response and wrap your legs around his waist. He takes the hint and starts to grind his clothed cock against your needy clit.

“You want me to fuck you? Tell me y/n” he says right underneath your ear sending shivers down your spine. 

“Yes Marc…I-please fuck me I need you so bad” you moan out as he adds more pressure between your legs, his hard on pressing you just right. He groans into your ear, needing it just as much as you. He sits up to take his boxers off and you watch his muscles contort as he shuffles out of them and throws the piece of clothing elsewhere. His dick springs up directly onto his stomach with force, his tip shiny and a purple tint from the precum he’s been leaking out. He starts towards you again as you take his dick into your hand and stroke it. You watch him take his bottom lip into his mouth as you slowly go up and down, twisting your wrist at the head of his shaft. He’s looking at you with hooded eyes, his eyes are a lot darker now, filled only with lust. He grabs your free arm and pins it over your head and begins his attack on your lips. The kiss is full of tongue, as you continue to speed up on his cock. He huffs out into the kiss as you are speeding up and grabs your arm and pins it up with your other arm. You tried to flip yourself over to get on top to suck him off, but he grabs both of your wrists into one hand and with his freehand he starts to tease your folds with the tip. He breaks the kiss to look down at how his tip gets soaked with your juices. 

“I’m not letting you cum unless you beg me, understand?” he says as he looks at you and teases your clit with the head. You nod in response, but he lands a hard smack on your ass.

“-Yes, I-I understand, please Marc I need you” you whimper out to his smack. He smiles at your reaction and grabs your breast in one hand and begins to push into your soaking entrance. His mouth falls open as he sinks into you as far as he can go. You let out a drawn out moan and look down at his cock disappearing slowly, in and out of your pussy. He fills you up and stretches you out perfectly. 

“Oh you’re so wet for me” he lets out and finally looks up at you after being distracted by his slow movements into you. You groan when he suddenly pulls almost all the way out and thrusts into you a bit harder. He begins to speed up his thrusts and you throw your head back. 

“Mhm, you like that?” He watches you as you nod with your eyes squeezed shut and your lip in between your teeth. He snaps his hips into you faster and grabs your legs and pushes them upwards as the top part of your thighs almost to the mattress underneath you to get a better angle. He has fully bottomed out at this point, and you can’t contain your moans anymore. 

“Mmm yes Marc, just like that” you raise your arms above your head and hold on onto the headboard with one hand as the other arms slings over your eyes, concealing your face from him. He removes his arms from underneath your thighs and grabs your arms and puts them over his neck, then placing his hands to their original position on your thighs. 

“Don’t hide from me, let me see that pretty face” he smiles at you as he continues his pursuit at your cunt. You can only moan in response. The sound of your pussy gushing, the slapping of skin against skin, and your moans are the only things audible, and it's absolutely sexy to Marc. Hearing you helplessly moan and whimper out at what he’s doing to you. 

“So pretty for me, such a good girl” he groans as he leans down to kiss your neck. He’s leaving marks for sure, and he’s also biting which elicits a loud groan from you when he licks and bites a spot he knows you like. After he’s satisfied with the marks he's left on you, he lets go of your legs and flips you over and picks you up by the stomach to quickly put you in position. You immediately arch your back for him and he pushes into you once again. The both of you moan when he bottoms out the first stroke. He speeds up and grips your ass in one hand and pushes your ass down for more leverage. His other hand reaches forward to splay onto your back. You both are breaking a sweat at this point and you can’t contain yourself in this position. 

“Fuck me harder Marc,-oh my god!” you struggle to demand through your shaky voice, but he’s quick to satisfy your request as he snaps hips faster. His cock is hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel faint. He’s stretching you out so good in this position and you’re getting closer to your orgasm. He smacks your ass as he grunts and thrusts into you even faster as the noise from the skin smacking skin can be heard throughout the whole apartment- and probably the apartments up and downstairs. 

“O-oh fuck, I’m gonna-a cum” you whine out loudly as you lift your head up slightly off the bed to pear over your shoulder at Marc working behind you. His eyebrows are furrowed in pleasure, his eyes are hooded and focused on your cunt, and he is gripping your ass to contain himself. He lets out a deep moan when you clench around him at the sight of him fucking you. Then he looks up at you and grabs the back of your neck and pushes you impossibly further into the mattress. 

“C’mon, beg me to let you cum, I know you want it so bad baby” he groans loudly, him being close as well. 

“Please let me cum Marc, I-I need it so bad..I wanna cum all over your dick” you string out in a whine, not wanting him to refuse your orgasm again. He listens and hits an angle that reaches a spot inside you that makes you scream. You are so loud for him and you start to clench around him even more as you are coming to the edge of your orgasm. 

“Cum for me” he grits through his teeth as he lands a hard smack on your ass. You can’t contain it after he’s given you the words, and you release on his cock, screaming out strings of curses as he continues to rock you through your high, continually clenching around him as he continues his thrusts into you, chasing his own high. Your legs are weak and you're struggling to stay up on your knees for him, so he grabs the front of your thighs to hold you in place as you feel his dick pulsate inside you. 

“Mm-mm-mm cu-um for me Marc” you moan out as you’re bouncing from the force he’s thrusting into you. You look behind you again and clench as you watch him moan loudly and squeeze his eyes shut and furrow his eyebrows. You feel him halt and twitch inside you and you can feel his cum shoot deep up into you as he falls slightly forward. His mouth hangs open, and when he pulls out, he watches as his cum mixed with your wetness spills out. He pushes his fingers into you to keep it from dripping out, he’s always done that after you both had had sex. You plop over on your side with a loud sigh and he lays down next to you. The both of you catching your breaths from your high. You look into your husband's eyes and smile, lifting your hand to caress his face, a few strands of his hair sticking to the sides of his face and forehead from sweating. He looks up at you and puts his hand over top of yours and rubs your hand gently. 

“You know I’ve missed you, y/n Spector '' he states in a loving tone, smiling at the use of his last name combined with your first name, even though you’ve been married for four years now. Hearing your name with his never fails to make him smile. 

“And I’ve missed you too, Marc Spector” you laugh and he pulls you onto his chest, slightly chuckling at the fact that you have missed him just as much as he’s missed you. 

“I’ll never leave you again, I promise” he whispers as he rubs up and down your back soothingly and leans down to place a long kiss on your forehead, the both of you succumbing to sleep. 

“You promise promise?” you ask, looking up at him smiling. 

“I promise promise” he laughs, causing you to giggle at the childish words. 

“I love you” he whispers as you fall asleep on his chest. 

[erodasfishtacos]

request for ceoverse! pls make where the wifey visits him at work ((wherein the employees still dont know how she looks like)) and his secretary kinda looks down at her like “who r u, do u even have an appointment lol” ... i want angry ceo!harry and shook employees PLEASE +++ hes all soft w her in front of them and they are all like HUH 🤨

TEMP OPENING (mini blurb)

Reminder: Harry is not nice! He’s an asshole to everyone but his wife and baby.

-

Y/N was a bit frazzled. She was suppose to drop off important documents, that her husband had forgotten at home, to Harry’s office an hour and a half ago.

Ivy decided that it’d be best to throw a temper tantrum because she didn’t want to stop playing with her toy kitchen set.

After a half hour of wriggly, angry toddler chaos - Ivy was strapped into her car seat with a furious expression.

Especially because YN didn’t let her bring a toy along because of her behavior. It was her attempting to kick the back of the leather seat until YN firmly asked her to stop.

When she wouldn’t, YN pulled out her last resort card. She didn’t use it much because she didn’t want it to lose luster.

“Did I need to tell Daddy how you’re treating mummy?” YN looks in the rearview mirror at her red-faced daughter.

Ivy looked comical. She’d refused to let her mother comb her wild curls or change her white shirt that was covered in berry stains.

“No!” She shrieks but stops kicking and huffs as she looks out the window to the passing scenery.

The temper of her father, YN swears.

-

She manages to scurry through the building without many glances. A few people know who she is but not any of the lower level employees.

They don’t recognize Ivy either because she is rarely in the building and if she happens to be they keep her on the secluded top floor where his office is.

YN is rushing, feeing awful about not getting the papers to him sooner. She doesn’t look much better than her baby.

Hair is a messy bun atop her head, a ripped up vintage shirt, and grey biker shorts that have similar berry stains to her daughters.

She is basically dragging her toddler along as she isn’t very willing to use her feet at this very moment. Stopping and staring at everything then grumbling when her mum pulls her away.

Finally she arrives at the office that houses his secretary before the massive doors that lead into his office.

When she pushes through, there are two men sitting on the sofa with briefcases in their laps - obviously waiting for a meeting.

The women behind the desk isn’t the usual grey haired grandmother-like women that she and Ivy love.

Harry’s normal secretary was on a week vacation and there was a younger, raven-haired girl sitting in her usual position.

She looks YN up and down with judgemental eyes before she smirks and says, “Mr. Styles isn’t hiring for the cleaning crew right now.”

It takes moment of confusion to realize that the girl is implying that how she looks - unprofessional and a hot mess means she’s less than.

Even though any job is a good job.

YN is about to comment on how rude the comment is but Ivy bolts to the side of the office to view a large very much alive plant.

She reaches up to curiously pick at the leaves in her child-like wonder but ends up pulling the whole thing over, soil spilling all over the plush white carpeting.

It startled Ivy into tears, rushing back to her mum and begging to be picked up. YN can feel the men and the secretary’s eyes on them.

“Mummy, it’s scary,” Her daughter whines, sniffling and burying her face into her mum’s neck. Hiding.

“You’re okay, it’s fine,” YN soothes, rubbing her back comfortingly.

“It’s really not okay because now I have to clean that up. Maybe you should get that little brat under control.”

It’s perfect timing when Harry’s door opens and he hears the girl call his daughter a brat.

His perfect little baby.

All eyes go to Harry, he demands attention anywhere he goes but this is his territory. He’s fucking furious.

“Hayley, why are you talking to your boss that way?” Harry asks in a calm, taunting tone. He casually rests against the doorframe.

Hayley looks at him confused, “What do you mean? I was just telling this women that her daughter is out of control.”

“First off, that women is your boss just as much as me. Seeing as she has 50% ownership of the company,” He replies cooly, pursing his lips in irritation.

“Second off, I’m not going to tolerate you insulting our daughter. She’s a fuckin’ baby, she’s going to do things kids do,” Harry motions to the plant lying lifelessly on the ground.

YN shoots his a look, no cursing in front of Ivy, and he automatically sends her an apologetic look. Their daughter has popped up and is dimpling at her father.

“Daddy! Missed you!” Ivy chirps happily.

The two men are wide-eyes and quiet, they look at each other once - communicating silently.

“Anything else I need to address, pet?” Harry asks his wife, accepting Ivy when she makes grabby hands at her father.

Harry smiles down at his child, “Hi Vee. Y’missed Daddy? I missed you, my little lovie.”

YN usually would let it alone and not be catty - truly.

Insult her all they want but they do not talk about their daughter like that.

“She said that they’re not hiring janitorial staff. I guess my appearance gave off that kind of signal,” YN smirks, even though the rock on her finger should have given it away.

“Hmm, isn’t that interesting?” Harry hums, mocking that he’s thinking hard.

It’s amazing how he can still be intimidating with a little clone of himself in his arms - who’s currently wrapping her fingers in his cross necklace.

“Wha-what?” The confused, nervous girl answers as she realizes the pit she dug herself into.

“It’s interesting because we may not have a janitorial position available but we have a new opening for a temp secretary,” Harry smiles widely with no empathy for the girl.

Then he’s turning to the other men, “D’you two have anything t’say? I’m always willin’ to open your positions too.”

They shake their heads in unison and don’t open their mouths at all. They actually look at their feet.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Hayley spits at him, standing up and throwing her purse over her shoulder.

“You better hurry. The unemployment office closes at two,” Her husband tells the girl before ignoring her mutters to kiss his daughter’s cheek.

YN steps over, murmuring “She has been a brat all day but she’s our brat.”

“Eh, her mummy is a brat half the time too,” Harry replies, lowly so the men can’t hear.

He can’t help but reach his hand around and squeeze quickly at her bum.

“H,” YN squeaks, smacking him playfully, “Here’s those papers. I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“Never be sorry, s’okay. These guys have been sitting there for the last two hours waitin’ on them to start the meeting. They’re fine.”

YN flushes, avoiding the men’s gazes, and hands them to her husband, “You really are an awful boss.”

“I know, s’fun,” Harry smiles, pressing a kiss to her lips before kissing Ivy’s nose to hear her giggle.

After meeting, the men will discuss - one: how hot his wife is and two: how Harry was whipped for her and his baby.

Enjoy 😊

[harveybwabbit92]

Submas scenarios: He thinks you’re cheating and ghosts you.

Emmet: Your were a teacher at the Nimbasa trainer's academy you were the double battle instructor and the last "gym leader" in the school's simulation league, beat all eight faculty head members and the student gets their graduation certificate, which is now legally required in order for students to get their trainers license. Anyway, today you were on call for a fresh batch wannabe graduates and had go in early to set up your homeroom. 

It was early morning and you were speed walking to work when you met up with your coworker. [M/n] he greeted you and handed you a coffee like he always did when you were both put on early shift, You and linked you arm with his as the two of to you walked and talked unaware that your boyfriend Emmet had seen you, His stomach churned as he watched you clinging to and acting affectionate towards another guy, Emmet felt hurt and betrayed, he angerly crushed the coffee cup in his hand as he watched you walk away.

Needless to say you were confused by your boyfriend and his brother's sudden change in attitude towards you, Emmet was quiet and ignored you whenever you came to visit, and the few times he did speak up anything he said to you was backhanded or passive aggressive, and he even rebuffed you when you asked him out, it got to the point where you were second guessing this relationship! 

Then one day Ingo upon seeing how miserable you and Emmet were decided to reach out, He found you at the park sitting alone on a bench, he hummed getting drink out the vending machine and offering it to you. "What?" you muttered flatly while looking up at him with red swollen eyes, it was clear you've crying.

Ingo's frown deepened as he took a seat next to you. "Drink this first." You huffed taking the drink from him, Ingo's big brother instincts must've gone off, not a surprise as you probably looked as crappy as you felt, Ingo silently watched you, before getting straight to point. "I'll be frank here, did you cheat on my brother?" That caused you to choke on your drink and do a spit-take.

"Wha*cough-cough* What the hell are you talking about?!" 

"Emmet told me he saw you with another man a few weeks ago, and you both seemed... close."

"What is he- I would never--....oh shit!"

"Hm?"

Your eyes widen as you realized what he was talking about. "Did Emmet happen to see what this man looked like?" Ingo described M/n to a fricken T and you groaned and buried your face into your hands in frustration. "That was my coworker M/n, just my coworker!" you you insisted as Ingo listened to you unsure. "Well according to Emmet, you two looked very affecti-" You cut him off with serious look. "He's gay Ingo." you stated flatly the elder of the subway master looked at you wide eyed; waiting to see if you were serious? 

He believed you since you're not one to joke or lie about that sort of thing. "Out of curiosity did my brother even ask you about M/n?" You shook your head and Ingo got this unreadable look on his face. "I see, give me five minutes." You watched on confused as Ingo took out his phone texted someone before getting up and leaving. 

You sat on that bench alone for what seemed like hours before hearing the echoing sounds of footsteps coming toward you at a rapid pace, “What now...” you murmured looking up, you were baffled when you saw a panicked and out of breath Emmet with his Pokéballs at the ready! 

He looked around the park in a confused frenzy, before seeing you sitting on the bench gawking at him, before you could even ask what he was doing here? Emmet had pulled you off the bench and into a tight rib crushing hug.

"e-Emmet what are y-?" He cut you off frantically scanning your body for injuries. "Are you okay? did they do anything? Where did they go?" he demanded while gripping you shoulders, You were completely lost. "What are you talking about, where did who go?" Emmet looked at you like you grew three heads. "The trainers who ambushed you!" You blinked bewildered. "I wasn't ambushed, who told you that?" Emmet's mouth opened then closed as he realized Ingo had lied to him!

Emmet explained that Ingo had texted him saying you were hurt after being ambushed by trainers who lost against him on the subway! "Why would Ingo lie to me like that?" Said twin walked out from behind a tree. "I did it so you'd talked to Y/n like an adult."  He huffed giving his brother a stern look before walking away, the awkward silence that filled the empty park was suffocating before you took a deep breath.

You had to hear it from Emmet "Emmet, tell me what you think is happening, and might just forgive you..." Emmet was reluctant at first but he cracked and told you his version of things, and it hurt. It hurt having someone you care about assume awful things about you, he didn't call you any derogatory names, but the words betrayed and untrustworthy were thrown around, Having heard enough you interrupted him. "Emmet, that was M/n, my coworker? I've talked about him, the one with boyfriend?" you huffed Emmet looked at you blankly as his mind seemed stall it took a moment for him to register what you said, and like that everything just hit him at once!

Emmet immediately collapsed to his knees and started mumbling something, you were confused and crouch down to his level hear better and realized he mumbling "I'm sorry" over and over again. You wanted to be angry at him you really did. honestly, all of this could've been avoided if he had just ask. "Hey, who's that I saw you walking with?" but seeing Emmet on his knees made you feel... uncomfortable and worried. "Hey, knocked it off already" you patting him on the head as Emmet unpeeled his face from the ground to look at you his eyes were red and puffy. 

You pulled him to his feet wincing as you eyed the dirt stains on his nice white dress pants. *Those are gonna be bitch to clean out.* before turning your attention back to Emmet, which now getting good at him you finally noticed how haggard and worn out he was, his uniform was untidy, his tie was loose and his shirt untucked... He even had a little 5 o'clock shadow going on. "Being in relationship isn't easy Emmet, it can't be perfect there will always be flaws," 

You hummed straighten out his hat and tie a bit. "Proper communication is ours, so let's try work on that together, alright?" Emmet lips quivered he nodded and the two of you hugged for the longest time before another issue arose. "You could really use a shower." you mumbled against Emmet's shoulder. "You too." he snorted before the two walked back your place. Ingo was just happy that his brother and you were back together.  That... And no more hearing Emmet drunkenly singing she's gone at 4 in the morning. 

==========================

Ingo: Looker showed up at your apartment one morning asking you to look over some timelines for a case he working on, You noticed how haggard he was looking and asked him. "When's the last time you've properly slept or eaten?" you inquired face scrunched up in a unimpressed grimace while checking his temperature making sure he was just tired and not sick. "4 days..." the officer mumbled you gave him an 'are you f-king kidding me?' look and ordered him to sit on your couch and got him bottle of water from your fridge while ordering soup and sandwiches from the shop down the street, all while badgering Looker for not taking care of himself, after eating you had your mentor take a nap, said nap turned into a 17 hour slumber. 

The next day in the wee hours of the morning Ingo came to your  apartment to surprise you with breakfast, only he was the one in for a surprise, when he found another man's shoes by the door and trench coat he'd never seen before strewn over the side of your couch, and heard what he thought was the shower running, Ingo's face went red with rage as he stomped out of you apartment slamming the door loudly as he went, causing Looker to jolt awake he sat up and looked around panicked and confused as you came out the bathroom in your PJs brushing your teeth, both of you looked at each other bemused, you shrugged assuming it was your neighbor arguing again.

The next couple days you were baffled as to why Ingo was suddenly so cold to you, whenever you tried to approach him, Ingo would snub you and give you the cold shoulder, even Emmet suddenly distanced himself from you though in his case it seemed forced, like he wanted to talk to you, but he was scared it would cause his brother to push him away too, so he followed his brother's stride and ignored you, even Elesa was starting to brush you off.

Which hurt more because she was the first friend you made in Unova. "Whatever I did I'm sorry..." you texted to Ingo he left you on read, two weeks of Ingo ghosting you out of nowhere, you were miserable you hardly took cases or left your office, another concerning thing was this damn cough that just wouldn't go away, but you brush it off as a incoming cold or allergies.

Then one day while you were sitting in your office staring blankly into space feeling numb, when someone came knocking at you door. "We're closed!" you barked before breaking into a coughing fit, but whoever was at the door ignored you and knocked louder. "F-ine! hol *cough-cough* h-hold on damn!" you wheezed as you forced yourself to stand up and walk, you opened the door and frowned when you saw Emmet standing he got one look at you and wince, you looked awful...

Your eyes narrowed upon seeing his nervous smile  "What do you want?" you wheeze try not to cough up your lungs, Emmet brow furrowed at how hoarse your voice sounded. "Are you ok-" he began to ask. "I fine!" you hissed pissed off as he wasn't the one you wanted to see right now. "Erm, right can I come in?" you frowned and moved aside to let the younger Trevithick twin into your home. 

You watched Emmet’s eyes scan around your livingroom/office carefully like he was looking for something, you sat at your desk waiting for him to say something, but he was taking his sweet time. "Did you come here for a reason, or are you just here to gawk at my depression den?" you huffed clearing your throat struggling to take a breath, Emmet looked hesitant but after mental debate he finally asked. "Did you cheat on Ingo?" Emmet watched your face contort into shock, confusion then finally anger! 

"Your brother ghosts me for two weeks * cough* and you have the audacity to-to accuse me of *cough-WHEEZE!- cough*  how dare y- *Wheeze-wheeze*" Your chest suddenly felt like it was caught in a vice, every breath you kept trying to take was like breathing in fire, you fell out of your chair wheezing clutching your chest, Emmet rush to over to you but you tried pushing him away, you threw your hand over your mouth as the coughing got worse, and felt something wet in your palm, you looked down and saw blood, You heard Emmet gasp out your name before everything went black...

When you woke up you were confused seeing an unfamiliar white ceiling, the annoying beeping of a heart monitor and something in your throat! Panicking, your eyes scanned around the room wildly for help! before stopping on figure resting in a chair next to you, it took a minute for your eyes to adjust and you saw a familiar mop of gray hair resting on your hip, it took you a moment for you resister you were looking at Ingo...

His presence calmed you down, but he looked awful! he looked clammy there were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was uncombed and shaggy, but why was he here?  *Is a dream?* you thought as you carefully pulled your hand out of his lax grasp and started running your hand through his hair and frowned at how grimy it felt, Which confused you...Ingo wouldn't let himself go like this, So this had to be a dream!

However that theory was thrown out the window when you were brought out of your thoughts by Ingo grumbling you watched his eyes open and stare at you for a few seconds as if trying to understand what he was looking at, before suddenly sitting up. "Y/N!" you winced at his voice's volume, Ingo immediately hugged you as carefully as he could your brows scrunched up in confusion, you wanted to asked happened? why were you in the hospital? 

Why is Ingo here? doesn't he hate you now? as a nurse came in along with a doctor, they removed they large tube from your throat, you winced at how sore and dry your mouth felt, the nurse went to go get you some water, while the doctor filled in some blanks for you, apparently that cough you had? Yeah, that was your lung spontaneously collapsing! You gawked at the doctor in disbelief it was mostly healed, but you had to be put in medically induced coma two weeks!

"This young man hardly left your side, his brother and miss Fleming had physically drag him to the cafeteria just to get him to eat something."

"Doctor please..."

"Oh apologies Mr. Trevithick, that type of devotion just warms the heart."

"Hmm"

Ingo cheeks were visibly pink as The doctor told you to take it easy for the next two to three weeks and left presumably to call your friends and tell them your awake, as soon as the doctor was gone, the dam broke for Ingo who started apologizing for the way he'd behaved towards you, he told you why he suddenly acted coldly and ghosted you. 

He saw Looker's shoes and coat in your apartment and thought you had cheated on him! You were about to snap that you would never cheat! But Ingo kept talking. "While you were sleeping Looker showed up, I recognized the coat I nearly strangled him!" After everything had calmed down Looker told him the real story.

Ingo felt like an ass! if he had just swallowed his anger asked you who Looker was, then maybe you wouldn't be the hospital right now. "Ingo you can't blame yourself for this, Hell I would've thought the same thing if I found some girl's stuff laying around your place." You winced trying to sit up, Ingo stopped you and pressed the button to move your bed up. "there's a lesson in communication in all this, but I'm too sore and tired to explained it." you said clearing your throat Ingo gave you some of the water the nurse dropped off.

You took a few small sips and continued. "Let's make a deal, if something like this happens again, we keep a cool head and talk about it before jumping to conclusions, agreed?" Ingo nodded and hugged you again..."Ingo, are you gonna shower soon, cos you reek!" You muttered with grimace Ingo chuckled. "Like you're one to talk." He shot back "Hey! I was in a coma, what's your excuse?" you snorted as Ingo gave you a light peck on the head, you both had a lot of making up to do, that's for sure!’

[maximons]

Tricks And Treats

Summary: Pietro tries to get Wanda and Y/n to finally admit their feelings for each other and takes them to a haunted house. Too bad Wanda is a full on scaredy cat...or is that exactly what is needed?

Word Count: 2,915

Genre: Fluff

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Finally back with the Fluff! Here’s that one shot I promised like a week ago lmao Happy Reading!

Halloween was for sure your favorite holiday.

You knew you were in the minority with that thought, seeing most people picked Christmas as their favorite, but you didn’t care. You always loved the time of year that came with Halloween, your birthday fell pretty close to it, you get to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a day, and it’s full on spooky season! What wasn’t there to love?

Well apparently a lot, at least according to your best friend Wanda.

For someone who’s a witch, you find it very funny that she doesn’t like the holiday.

You first met Wanda during the whole Ultron situation, back then she took on a more ‘emo’ appearance. Don’t tell anyone you said this, but you wouldn’t mind if she adopted the look again cause damn, so you just assumed Halloween and all things spooky would be for her, right?

Wrong.

You quickly learned that Wanda was not a fan of scary. You remember asking her to go see this new horror movie with you, it was your first time hanging out alone together and you just figured it’d be something she was into.

By the end of the movie, her face was buried in her knees, and she didn’t believe you when you told her the movie was over. The poor teenager working the theater was pretty annoyed with you both.

Needless to say, you didn’t bother her about anything spooky related again.

So when Pietro came to you two asking if you wanted to go to the new haunted house in town, you were beyond shocked that she agreed without a second thought.

“Uh, Wanda are you sure?” You asked, very hesitant. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a haunted house before, but-”

“I know what they are, Y/n.” Wanda cut you off before you finished, seeming very enthused, which confused you more. “I think it’ll be really cool!”

“Yeah...Wands, I know this group. This isn’t your typical ‘few scary decorations with the occasional light jump scare’ thing. These guys are intense.” You tried again. You didn’t know what had gotten into the witch, but you were sure she was making a mistake here.

“Y/n/n, relax. I’m not a child, I can handle myself. Trust me, okay? It’ll be great!” The bright smile on Wanda’s face was always a sight you welcomed, but it confused you in the moment. Still, you knew once her mind was set on something...let’s just say it’d be easier to find all the infinity stones than to talk her out of it.

“Alright, if you say so.” You shrugged, deciding it was best to drop the topic. Besides, she was right, Wanda’s a grown woman who can make her own choices. You just get to wait to be able to tell her that her choice was a stupid one. “So Friday night?” You asked Pietro, who nodded excitedly.

“Friday night!” He confirmed.

“Okay, cool.” You took another quick sip of your morning coffee before setting your mug down. “I gotta get ready for training. So happy to be working with Steve today instead of Nat, he’s always a walk in the park.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “Wish me luck.” 

The twins wished you luck as you left the room to go get ready. After they were sure you were out of earshot, the witch turned to her brother. “This is your plan? Are you crazy?”

“I know, I know, but trust me, okay?” He reassured, walking to the fridge to grab himself a drink. “Y/n loves this stuff, and as she is the love of your life-”

“Whoa, whoa, I-I never said-”

“-You should experience the things that she loves to do.” Pietro finished, ignoring his sister’s intervention. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your guys’ way, and you have the whole evening to yourselves. Sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah, until I act like a complete, how do they say, ‘spaz’ around her again.” Wanda sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter in defeat.

“You won’t. You know what kind of things to expect now. And if you do freak out, all the more reason to be by her side. She will protect you.”

Wanda looked at her brother in confusion. “I can protect my self.”

Pietro rolled his eyes playfully. “Not what I meant. You will see, sestra.”

Friday night came before you know it, and you, Wanda and Pietro were waiting in the line to buy your tickets to enter.

“Holy shit, this is a long line.” Pietro complained, causing you to chuckle.

“Not surprising. It’s the week before Halloween, weather’s nice, and this group doesn’t come to New York a whole lot. More surprised it isn’t longer actually.” You shrugged.

“Why don’t they come to New York? I thought this was one of America’s more popular states?” Wanda asked.

“It is, but ever since Loki invaded and our merry band of misfits formed, tourism and things like this have been down a whole lot.” You leaned down to get closer to Wanda’s ear. “I guess we’ve been the scary ones all along.” You joked, but Wanda was more focused on trying to calm down and forget the feeling of your breath against her ear.

“Everything alright there, Wanda?” Pietro asked after a moment, teasing smirk on his face. Before Wanda could even fire back, a voice from in front of you spoke up.

“No way! You guys are Avengers!” The group in front of you turned around, one of the guys recognized you instantly.

“Uh, yes...we are.” Wanda awkwardly stated. You knew Wanda hated fan interactions, and to be honest you weren’t a fan of these situations either. They were unpredictable. The Avengers were either beloved or despised, and you’ve been on both ends of the reaction spectrum. Wanda and Pietro, unfortunately, have seen a lot more animosity than you and the others.

Honestly, you couldn’t even fault the ones that didn’t love you guys. You weren’t ignorant and knew your battles have caused a lot of problems for a lot of people. You could sympathize, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the receiving end of that anger. Especially not when you were trying to just have a fun night out with your friends. “Look guys, we’re really just here to have a good time. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” You said.

“Nah, nah, it’s cool. I think you guys are awesome!” The guy said, and it was clear to you then that the dude was baked out of his mind. “Especially you, with the red wiggly woos!” He pointed to Wanda as he gave a terrible impression of her hand movements. You smiled, happy to see a fan interaction go well for Wanda.

The joy you felt didn’t last long though, as another guy in the group turned to you, blunt in his hand. “Hey, you’re the fire one right? Can you do me a solid?” He gestured to you, asking you to give him a light. You sighed, the twins chuckling at the situation.

“Yeah, but don’t ask again.” You ignited the tip of your finger, gently placing it on the end of the blunt. The group turned around in line and continued to go about their own conversation. You felt Wanda elbow your side, and you turned to see a smirk on her face. When you heard Pietro’s snicker, you groaned.

“Shut up.”

“Look at you, helping delinquents. Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero? Bringer of justice and all of that?” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, but I’m the fun one. It’s just weed.” You said confidently, but the witch saw through it and you dropped the act. “And the last time that happened and I said no, the dude burst into tears.” You said under your breath.

“There it is.” She smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back despite you being the subject of mockery. You loved seeing her smile, you didn’t care about the reason why.

Before you knew it, Pietro announced that you guys were next in line to buy tickets. He bought his and stepped aside so you can go next. “Hi, two please.” Wanda turned to you with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Wha- Y/n, I can afford it.” She chuckled nervously, flattered by the action.

“I know, but when I have to drag you out of here cause you’re paralyzed in fear, at least you won’t regret dropping forty bucks on it.” You shrugged as you handed the cashier your credit card.

Wanda’s face reddened, something she quickly tried to hide from her brother who was enjoying this way too much. Her flustered state faded quickly when she processed what you said. “Hey!” You chuckled before thanking the cashier as she returned your card.

“Please go to the table to sign your waivers, entrance is down that hill. Enjoy your night.” The monotone voice told you that the poor woman’s been working all night. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though as you felt a panicked tapping on your arm.

“What’s wrong? We haven’t even entered yet.” You teased.

“W-what did she mean by waivers?” You chuckled at the panicked tone in the witch’s voice.

“Just means if you have a heart attack or something, you can’t sue.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but Wanda took it very seriously and turned to you with even wider eyes.

“That can happen!?”

“Well, it happened at least once if the thought of doing a waiver.” You answered, once again, nonchalantly. You looked at Wanda and could swear you saw her blood run cold. You laughed, which resulted in you receiving a glare. “Relax, Wan, you’ll be fine. You’re an Avenger, you’ve faced off against killer robots, stared death in the face time and time again!” You exclaimed dramatically as you waved your arms. You noticed Wanda start to smile and relax her shoulders. 

“Thanks, Y/n.” She gave you a sweet smile, and you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yeah, anytime.” Your eyes locked with Wanda, you were about to look away but couldn’t. ‘Wow, were her eyes always this green? They’re beautiful.’ You thought.

A blush appeared on the witch’s face as she tore her gaze from you. You were about to ask what happened, but were interrupted. “Let’s go slow pokes!” Pietro’s voice shouted, effectively breaking the moment.

“Yeah, yeah Sonic, we’re coming!” You rolled your eyes as you shouted back. Wanda giggled at the banter between you and her brother, she loved that you two were close. With that, you and her headed down the hill towards the entrance.

After about a half hour, it seemed Wanda was holding up well. The three of you walked out of the corn maze, and she had a triumphant smile on her face. “I thought you said this place was scary.” She teased causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Congratulations you survived the corn maze, you get to join the hall of fame with the other twelve year-olds.” As if to emphasize your point, three twelve year-olds ran out of the maze in giggles, clearly unaffected. Wanda pouted. “Aw, don’t worry. I thought you were very brave.” You teased yet again, which resulted in an elbow to the side.

“You’re a jerk.” Wanda held back a smile as she strutted forward. You laughed as you jogged forward to catch up.

“Alright, are you guys ready for the big one?” Pietro asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh, Piet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said as you nudged your head towards Wanda, hinting that you didn’t think she could handle that. Unfortunately, she caught on.

“Aw come on, Y/n. I’m not a baby.” 

“I know, but you can’t go from the corn maze to...that.” You gestured towards the haunted maze entrance, a giant purple demon with smoke blowing out of it’s ears looming over. You guys turned at the sound of screams, and saw a group run out of the maze in fear, which then dissolved into laughter.

“They seem to be having fun.” Wanda gestured towards the group.

“Yeah, after the screams of terror.” You shot back. “You can’t go from walking around the block to running a marathon.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Wanda strutted forward towards the entrance, determined to prove you wrong.

You groaned as you looked over to Pietro, who watched the whole ordeal with a cheeky smile. “Your sister’s insane.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” Pietro said under his breath, but you still heard it.

“What?”

“Nothing!” With that, the man sped forward, catching up to his sister at the entrance. You stared after him for a moment in shock before joining them.

The three of you walked the path, and everything seemed to be going well...for all of five seconds. The first jump scare happened behind Wanda. The loud screech startled her, and she jumped with a scream. She stumbled into your arms, and you wrapped them around her in order to keep her from falling. You chuckled, and Wanda looked up at you with the intention to glare. However, when your eyes locked again, Wanda couldn’t help but stare.

You, of course, had to ruin the moment. “Not too late to turn back, y’know. This is just the beginning.” Wanda groaned and pulled away from you, continuing forward. You laughed. “You can hold my hand if you want!” You don’t know what compelled you to say that, but you knew you weren’t entirely joking.

And you didn’t regret it when Wanda reached out and held your hand without another word. You smiled, squeezing her hand.

What you didn’t see was Pietro giving Wanda a thumbs up as you both walked past.

At some point, you guys lost Pietro in the dark maze. Wanda wasn’t even worried as she still held your hand tightly, and you knew the man would be fine and he’ll meet up with you at the exit. 

Wanda had been holding up better than you thought. You wouldn’t say she was good per say, seeing as she screamed and practically jumped into your arms at the slightest sound, but she hadn’t collapsed on the ground in tears yet, so you’d count that as a win.

“Gotta say, Maximoff. I’m impressed.” You said as you two walked down the maze hand in hand.

“I’m just being that super brave Avenger like you said.” Wanda giggled, and you couldn’t help but melt at the noise.

“Well you’re doing an awesome job. Even if the last three guys almost made you pee your pants.” You laughed loudly as you took in the shocked reaction the woman gave you.

“Y/n!” She scolded, but before you could even respond, the worst jump scare yet occurred. 

A large animatronic growled and lowered from the ceiling right behind Wanda. The witch turned to look briefly as she screamed loudly and jumped to you again. This time, however she literally jumped into your arms. You quickly braced your hands under her thighs, catching her, as she wrapped her legs around your waist. The force from the jump caused you to stumble back into a darker corner of the maze. Your back hit a hay wall, and you and Wanda laughed at the moment. Your laughter continued for a moment, and Wanda lifted her head from your shoulder to look into your eyes. Both of you got quiet as you continued to stare, sensing the moment shift.

“You okay?” You whispered, almost as if talking to loudly would shatter the moment. Wanda nodded, eyes still locked onto yours. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.

“Y’know...I think a distraction would help.” Your eyebrows shot up at the insinuation. You doubted you heard her correctly, but when you saw her eyes shift down to your lips, you knew what she wanted. And you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want it too.

“I...Yeah, I think I could help with that.” You barely got your sentence out when Wanda smashed her lips to yours roughly. You tightened your hold on her thighs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You stood there, making out roughly against the wall of the maze. As wild and sudden as this was, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Pietro noticed you two were gone for a really long time. He was beginning to get concerned, and pulled out his phone ready to call one of you. Turns out he didn’t need to. 

You two came out of the maze, only you weren’t alone. You and Wanda each had a security guard holding your arm. After you two were out of the maze completely, they let you go and walked off. It was then that Pietro noticed both of your disheveled states. And he could swear he saw two or three hickeys forming on your neck.

“No you didn’t-” He started, but you cut him off.

“Not a word.” Your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s as you guys walked towards the exit of the park, figuring it’d be bad Avengers press if you guys stayed any longer at this point. You had an awesome night anyway, and didn’t care if it ended a little early. Besides, you had a feeling you’d get to have some more...fun when you got back to the compound.

You didn’t notice Pietro high five Wanda’s free hand.

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

Meant To Be (Cash Wheeler x Reader)

Chapter Eight

Warning: mentions of blood

Emma had noticed the change in you. You were a lot cheerier than before, you smiled a whole lot more. She knew it had to do with Cash, but she didn't want to squeeze the answer out of you. Still, she was dying to know what was going on in your life, especially after you picked up your stuff from her basement because you FINALLY had found a new place.

Right as she wanted to ask you what the deal was with you and your beloved wrestler, your phone buzzed. You quickly glanced down at the notification, smiled to yourself and sent a reply.

"Cash?"

She was too curious not to ask.

You nodded your head yes and grinned at your friend.

"Yep. You know, we kind of...kissed." Your voice trailed off as you didn't know what else to say.

Emma almost choked on her coffee, making a scene in the backstage area you were in. Even though not many people were there yet, all eyes were on you now, it felt. "WHAT?! When? How was it? Why do I hear this just now?"

"Chill, Ems." You looked around to see if anyone was looking, although you didn't know why, it's not like kissing a coworker, let alone an attractive one, had become illegal.

"It happened a few days ago, when I invited him to take a look at the apartment. When he left, it just happened." You blushed a little at the memory of his lips against yours, an angelic look gracing your features.

"So, are you two....a thing now? Officially?"

"Uh, I don't know. We haven't talked about it. I'm not sure if he wants it to be serious, you know. I'm too afraid to ask, honestly."

"Are you kidding me, Y/N Y/L/N!? He's been courting you for weeks - months! And I guess everybody working at AEW knew this would happen eventually, you two were probably the last ones to realize it."

A look of panic haunted your face now while cocking an eyebrow at your friend. "Wha-what do you mean? Everybody? Are people talking?"

"I haven't heard anybody say anything, but people saw you when you had your little book club meetings, you know. And you are adorable together. Even our supervisor mentioned that she was happy for you, how you lighten up when you're around Cash. Y/N, it is okay. No one said anything bad about you. Either of you." She said while reassuringly grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze.

"Speaking of a certain someone you need to talk to - here he comes." She added, looking past you. You momentarily froze and thought about leaving, but she was right - maybe you needed to talk.

As you wanted to turn around, you already felt his arms snake around your waist, lazily resting his head on your right shoulder.

"Hey you." Then he nodded to your friend. "Hey Emma. How are you two ladies on this fine day?"

You weren't able to answer him. From the second you felt his arms around you, all your worries washed away and you leaned back against his chest, your body melting into his.

Emma smiled at the cute interaction in front of her. She finally had the answer to why you were so cheerful, and she was beyond excited for you. It seemed like your life took a turn for the better, and she loved that.

"We're doing great, Cash. How about you? In fact, we just talked about you."

Upon hearing this, he lifted his head off your shoulder ever so lightly, curiously looking at Emma.

"Yeah? I hope you only heard good things about me."

"As if Y/N would ever say anything even mildly negative about you."

"Uhm, guys, I am right here." You motioned between the two in an attempt to make them acknowledge your presence; they, however just laughed before Emma spoke again.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to it. Bye Y/N, see you around Cash! And good luck with your match tonight." With that, she was already around the corner, leaving the two of you alone in the hallway.

You turned in his embrace to finally come face to face to him, and as soon as you did, you felt his lips on yours again. He gently pecked your lips, and you could feel him smiling. "Hey darlin."

"I think you already said hi." You giggled before suspiciously looking around, only to find there was no one else around anymore. Lucky you.

Then, you cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips against his once more, his beard tickling your skin. He deepened the kiss and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him. A small moan left your lips, and he took the opportunity to let his tongue slide past your lips while pinning you against the nearest wall. Your hands moved from his cheeks down to his chest, your mind completely fogged with this new sensation. Cash's body against yours made you feel insanely hot while also sending shivers down your spine. When his lips started trailing down your neck and his hand tucked on the hem of your shirt, you came back to your senses.

"Baby, we shouldn't be doing this. We're at work."

"I know, but we're also alone, so..." His voice vibrated against your skin as he didn't stop peppering kisses all over your neck.

"Cash." You whined while pushing him away from you, immediately missing the warmth of his body.

"You're right, sorry. I got carried away a little." He sheepishly grinned at you and rubbed his back nervously.

"Me too. I guess we just have to...keep our hormones under control while we're at work. Especially today. Are you ready for your match?" You asked while smoothing out non-existent wrinkles on his shirt.

"As ready as I'll ever be. I'm just a little nervous. It's my first Blood and Guts match, after all."

"Hopefully your last as well." You frowned at the thought of Cash getting hurt.

"Hey, don't worry about me, I'll be fine, darlin." He said while placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. You wanted to believe him, but had a feeling he'd get hurt anyways. However, you nodded your head at his response to show him you were satisfied with his answer.

The thought of the upcoming hardcore match had to leave your mind, so you decided to change the subject.

"Oh, before I'll forget. Here, I have something for you." He curiously smiled at you, but grimaced once he saw the piece of paper you handed him. It was your paycheck from the restaurant you were working at, your first share of repaying him for the hotel room.

"Y/N, I don't-"

"Cash, just shut up and take it. Do you ever keep a promise? You said no arguing about it."

"Alright, alright. I was just hoping for something else. A lil' present or something." He replied as he reluctantly took the paycheck and shoved it in his back pocket.

"A present? It's not your birthday...yet."

"Speaking of - I am having a birthday party the other weekend. Just a small pool party with some friends. I thought maybe you wanna come along and spent the weekend at my place. My friends are dying to finally meet you, and we could spend some quality time together. Plus Pawla would be happy to see you again." He genuinely seemed nervous as he waited for your answer, and you found it endearing. He was confident enough to basically start foreplay in the middle of a hallway just a few moments earlier, but freaked at the thought of you possibly turning down his invitation.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and lovingly looked at the man. "I'd love to come along with you. And I miss my dear, sweet Pawla. I just need to buy a nice bikini for the party."

Relieved and satisfied with the prospect of having you all to himself for almost an entire weekend, he smugly grinned down at you before offering his help with finding the right swimwear. You just laughed and accepted his proposal before kissing him once more.

"Hey Cash, we're going over some spots for the match with Chris and the others. Are you coming? Hi Y/N." Max nodded at the two of you and smiled. It was funny to you that he was a decent guy in reality, he played the asshole so well.

"Hey Maxwell. Do me a favor and make sure I'll get him back in one piece? You know he's reckless and will most likely get himself injured." Cash wanted to object, but MJF laughed it off. "Will do, Y/N, will do." The two of you shared a look of agreement before you turned back to the man you've come to care about more than you'd like to admit.

"Be safe, and have fun, baby. I'll see you after your match." He pulled you close and pecked your lips one last time before walking off with his fellow Pinnacle member.

You stood there for a moment and sighed to yourself. Normal matches were totally fine with you, he was a safe worker and knew how to move in the ring, but this match got you really nervous. You went back to work in order to get your mind off what may or may not happen to Cash during the match, and also to finish your tasks early so you could watch the whole thing.

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You knew it. Right away when he entered the ring, you just knew that both Dax and Cash were going to give it their all. Which, in this case, equaled bleeding like a stuck pig. You took a mental note to ask Dax's wife how she could stick up with this and not lose her mind. You had lost yours several minutes ago. Cash's face was covered in crimson, and he bled so much that he couldn't see right.

When the ring was taken down piece by piece and the wooden planks were showing, you had to cover your eyes. You didn't want to see what was about to happen, it was torture enough to hear commentary on it.

As soon as Sammy Guevara surrendered, you were on your feet, making your way to the tunnels. When you arrived, you were a little out of breath and surprised at how many people were already there, waiting for the contestants to come backstage to congratulate them on their match. All of a sudden, you felt weirdly out of place and decided to hide in a corner until Cash and the others got their well-earned praise from their friends and coworkers. However, before you could step back, you felt a hand on your back, guiding you closer to the entrance of the tunnel. You looked next to you and were met with Tully Blanchard's eyes. He must have gotten backstage a few minutes earlier and was now smiling down at you.

"You look distraught. He is fine, I can tell. And don't hide in the back, you are the one he wants to see when he comes back."

This was your first encounter with the legend, but the tone in his voice, very different from his TV persona, calmed you down a bit.

Just then, people around you started clapping as the Pinnacle made their way back. The five men grinned at the reaction they got, but looked completely worn out, especially your FTR boys and Maxwell. While various wrestlers and crew members patted their backs, Cash's eyes locked with yours. He gave you a weak smile as if to say he was fine. He also needed to make sure you knew he was sorry you were worrying so much, he hated how pale you looked. After a few seconds, he excused himself from the group and walked over to you.

"Hey darlin." He wanted to touch you, no, he needed to, in any kind of way, but was well aware he'd get you all bloody. You, on the other hand, didn't give a damn if he was dripping blood on you.

"Hey." You gently whispered, almost inaudibly, and cupped his cheek with your hand. He leaned into your touch, loving the feeling of your soft skin against his.

"I am so proud of you, baby. You were amazing out there. You all were." After a short pause, you added: "How are you feeling? Are you okay? Anything hurt?"

"I'm fine. I probably need some stitches on my forehead, and I will be real sore tomorrow, but I'm fine. Sorry you had to go through this, though. I hate seeing you all worried."

"It's okay. I'm glad it's over. Just don't make this a regular thing, alright?" He wanted to pull you close to him, getting as much physical contact as possible, but as soon as he leaned forward, he started whincing slightly. "Okay, let's get you to Doc Sampson."

He simply nodded and let you lead the way to the medical rooms.

While you waited outside for Cash to get checked and stitched up, the remaining men of both groups all passed by you. You felicitated all of them and asked if they were okay. You didn't know who exactly knew about your romantic relation with the man, but apparently none of them was irritated by you waiting there. He must've told the whole locker room. The butterflies in your stomach were going wild at the thought and you realized you didn't need a talk about your relationship status. There was no reason to put a label on it, it was perfect the way it was right now.

Dax's voice made you look up from the floor. "Is he still in there?"

You nodded at the bald man while noticing his worried expression. Then, without a warning, you stepped forward and hugged him. He was completely taken by surprise, but liked the thought that you had finally warmed up to him.

"You really love him, don't you?" It was more a statement than a question, and it made Dax chuckle.

"He's my best friend. Of course I love him. But you know that feeling, right?"

Now you were the one surprised. Your whole body tensed up in the embrace, and you thought about Dax's words. You deeply cared for Cash and wanted him to succeed with everything he ever wanted to achieve. But more so, you wanted him to be truly happy. Nothing in the world could compare to Cash Wheeler's smile, and nothing was more important to you. You hadn't allowed yourself to yet decide what you felt for him, didn't dare think those three words, but Dax Harwood had said it out loud, and the moment he did, you knew he was right.

A quiet yes left your mouth, mumbled against his shoulder. You loved Cash Wheeler.

" Uhm, am I interrupting something?" You hadn't heard the door opening or closing, but it must've happened, because Cash was standing in front of the two of you. You were too startled to react, and too afraid he might have heard your confession, so Dax answered for you.

"Actually, you are. We just had a wonderful bonding moment. You know, your two favorite humans getting along."

Cash grimaced at the other man, but smiled nevertheless.

Dax turned his attention back to you. "You're gonna take good care of him, right?"

"Of course I will. You know me." Then you both shared a look that Cash couldn't quite read, before Dax dismissed himself for the night.

"Are you all done? Is everything fine?" Your voice brought Cash back to reality.

"Yep, all stitched up and ready to go." He replied and pulled you into his now clean body. "Now how exactly did you plan on taking care of me?"

You giggled and wrapped your arm around his waist as you started walking.

Yes, you loved Cash, no doubt about it.

Chapter Nine

[bakugoushoez]

“Katsu, please.”

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(nsfw)

summary: bakugou gets sick of your whining while he’s trying to do paper work.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, bondage (i guess), vibrator, edging, orgasm denial cussing and bakugou.

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“Katsu, just for a few minutes? Please I’m bored.” You climb onto his lap, batting your eyelashes with a pout. “I told you Y/n, we can do something when I’m done. I just have a few more things anyways.” Bakugou groans, looking past your shoulder to continue typing on his laptop. “But Katsuki, you said that three hours ago.” You softly bang your head on his shoulder. You’ve been trying to be patient ever since he got home, but you can’t take it anymore so you’ve been nagging him for a little over thirty minutes now. All you want is to eat Mcdonald’s on the couch while watching a show, then cuddle after but noooooo he has to be doing all his fucking paperwork that isn’t due until the end of the fucking week. “Quit your fuckin’ whinin’ woman.”

“But Katsu-.” You don’t even get to finish your sentence before Bakugo slams his fist on the table and throws you over his broad shoulder. You’re dangling while he’s walking into your shared bedroom and throwing you on the bed. “You wanna fuckin’ whine and complain Y/n? Then I’ll give you a damn reason to.” He snarls at you. A burst of excitement flows through your body but quickly dissipates as he straddles you and grabs your arm. He locks a cuff around it and does the same to the other before getting off your body. You frown and rattle to handcuffs that are now keeping you to the bed, “Hey, what’re you doing?” The ash blonde chuckles at your stupid question as he continues rummaging through a box that is held underneath your guys’ bed. He finds what he’s looking for and the most shit eating grin is plastered on his features. It’s a pink vibrator that you’ve used countless times when he was gone and you couldn’t wait till he got home. Katsuki stands back up before grabbing your ankles and pulling you till your cuffs won’t let you anymore. You wince at the cool metal scraping your skin but pay no mind as your boyfriend starts to undo his belt. You think he’s gonna fuck you senseless but the thought is gone with the wind when he starts to wrap the leather around your thighs.

“Wha?” Confused, you squirm and kick your legs, trying to get the belt off of you. If there’s one thing you hate most in the world, it’s your legs being restrained. I don’t know, it’s just something so uncomfortable about your knees pressing together and ankles grinding with one another. Bakugou laughs at your feeble attempt and steadies your squirming legs while tightening his belt around your thighs…tightly. The leather digs into your skin causing a small whimper to slip past your lips. “Katsu, I don’t like this.” You pout, trying to free your legs. “Yeah? And I don’t like you being a damn impatient brat when I’m trying to work.” He grabs the vibe and fits it snugly between your squished thighs, making sure it’s pressing against your clit through your panties. You furrow your brows and pout at his insult. “I wasn’t being a br- oh fuck.” You cut yourself off as he turns the vibrator on, a wide smirk growing on the mans face at your reaction. “You were being a brat and you know damn well what happens when you act up like that.” He grabs your jaw, making sure you hear every word he says. “I’m startin’ to think your annoying ass did this on purpose. Yeah? Wanted me to fuck some lessons into that thick skull of yours?” He laughs and turns the vibrations up higher with his phone. All you can do is shake your head ‘no’ and whimper as they start getting higher and higher.

“Fuckin’ dumbass.” He snorts and gets up from your restrained body. You watch as he glances at your pathetic state before walking out of the room with a laugh. Within seconds you’re a mess, your thighs are trembling, your whines are getting louder and your core is tightening. “So, so close.” You babble to yourself, hips unable to still as your climax approaches you. Your boyfriend in the other room can hear it all, he can hear your whimpers and whines, your breathy “fucks.” and “please.”, the handcuffs rattling as you squirm. It has a smirk plastered on his face and a tent formed in his work pants that he didn’t bother changing out of once he got home. He groans as he starts to palm himself through his pants, focusing on the small noises you make. A hand is on his erected cock while the other is typing in the documents he’s working on. Bakugou hears your gasps and breaths getting louder, turning into lewd moans. You murmur to yourself, grinding your hips against your vibrator. Bakugou is driving you to the edge, he knows how close you are, he knows you like the back of his fucking hand so when your quiet for a second he knows to turn off the source of your pleasure. And you let out the most disappointed and frustrated whine Bakugou has ever heard from you and it makes him laugh. Laughs at how stupid you are to think that he would let you cum after being a complete brat this whole evening.

After a few moments, he turns it back on. A surprised gasp tumbles from you lips and your back on that slow n steady path towards another orgasm that Katsuki’s just gonna deny.

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When your ash blonde boyfriend comes back into the room after four hellish hours, you are a complete wreck. I’m talking about tears staining your cheeks, lips red and flushed from biting on them so hard, body trembling and worn out, and somewhat coherent babbles tumbling from your lips. “How’s my brat?” Bakugou walks up to you with a smug grin, gently stroking your wet cheek. “Plea-se , please. Katsu p-please.” Is what he gets greeted with, your hands so desperately trying to grab onto him. “Pl-p-please.” Big calloused hands are softly stroking down your body and to the vibe. He presses it harder against your soaked cunt, tearing a silent scream from your lungs as you shake so violently. “You wanna cum?” He growls, watching as you nod your head so vigorously. “Use your fuckin’ words or I’m keeping you here longer.” Your quick to open your mouth, trying to say a coherent sentence through your choked sobs. “Y-yes. I wa-nna, so b-bad.” You grind your hips down against the toy with as much energy you could muster. “Please K-kAtsu! I wanna cum!” You’re trying to hold back your cries and loud whines while his lips are curving in a smirk, one that displays his malicious intent.

“If you wanted to cum, then you should’ve thought twice about how you acted Y/n.” And with that he pulls the vibrator from between your thighs before turning it off. A few tears roll down your cheeks and a whimper of disappointment tumbles from your flushed lips. Katsuki grins while taking off your cuffs and undoing his belt from your shaking thighs, a red mark on your plush skin from how tight the leather was. You feel so pathetic trying to get up to the point where you just flop back down on the bed and roll over onto your stomach. “What’s the issue Princess?” You can hear the amusement in his tone, “F-fuck off.” You quietly say. Bakugou grabs your waist and hoists you over his shoulder and carries you into the living room, setting you down on the couch before he lays next to you, motioning for you to lie on top of him.

“Why don’t we order something to eat and watch a movie, yeah?”

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(why’d you read this you horny bastard?🤨)

© bakugoushoez

[milkiane]

broken promises

pairings: fred weasley x reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of war, death eaters, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, mentions of an angry padfoot, tiny fluff, and most importantly: angst angst angst

word count: 7498 ;-)

note: i hope you have the box of kleenex and a tub of ice cream i asked you to bring, because shit’s about to get real !!

how does one narrate a well-structured story when your life has been an absolute mess? well, i guess you could start from the night you met him.

take me back to the night we met.

it was rather unusual to see an upcoming sixth year amongst the flock of first years. you were studying at hogwarts for the first time, and you were quite glad that your dad, also known as the infamous sirius black, finally let you move in with him in 12 grimmauld place, as he claimed to finally have his life together.

you were formerly from the states. moving in with your aunt (a cousin of your father’s), and studying in ilvermorny as soon as you turned 11, explaining the prominent american accent amongst the british ones.

as soon as the sorting hat decided which house you would be in, professor mcgonagall, an elderly witch in long green robes and a pointed hat, told you to meet her at the deputy headmistress’s office after the feast.

you wished that you'd asked where the office was because now you were getting lost within the numerous hallways, stairs, and rooms of hogwarts. you knew how huge this school was, but you didn’t expect it to be too enormous to get lost in.

you were currently passing by a hallway full of paintings who were having an animated chat with one another. you let yourself smile softly, admiring the magic between the hallways. some of them greeted you, which you gladly returned.

you were about to take a turn in the hallway to your left when someone suddenly yelled, “hey, wait, no!”

“wha-?” but you were too late, as soon as you stepped foot in that corridor, you were immediately drenched in orange and purple slime.

too shocked to move, you stood there frozen. the guy who yelled, stood frozen as well, grimacing as you carefully wiped the slime off your face.

fred closed his eyes in mortification, expecting you to be mad. he anticipated yelling or scolding, and maybe even if you considered beating him to the pulp. when it didn’t come, he peeked an eye out open to see you levitating the slime off your body, and before he even knew it, he, too, was drenched in slime.

you laughed, and he swore he never heard anything so angelic until he got a fleeting speck of it. he didn’t even mind the slime dripping off him when he finally got to see a proper look at you. if he was going to be honest, he never really paid attention to the sorting ceremony. he and george have been talking about all the pranks they’re planning to pull, so this was the first time he caught the sight of you, and oh sweet baby merlin, he thought, you were stunning.

he snapped out of his trance when you decided to speak up, “so, is this some sort of welcoming tradition for the new-comers?”

“oh, only for the ravishing ones,” he smirked, giving himself a mental pat on the back for immediately coming up with the witty one-liner.

you rolled your eyes, fixing your brand new y/h robes. fred looked at you with curiosity, “what are you doing here, anyway? students don’t normally roam around here, most especially newbies. that’s why i waited for good ol’ filch whereas george was grabbing the dung bombs,” realizing that you probably had no idea who filch or george was, he stopped talking, giving you some room to talk.

“ah, well-”

“miss black! there you are, i had to question a few students and paintings about your whereabouts. th—“ she stopped speaking, glancing at the redhead behind me, “mr. weasley! what- what is the meaning of this? why are you drenched in goop?”

fred grinned, sending a wink your way, “that’s my cue! see ya ‘round, gorgeous. oh, and you, too, minnie!”

you and the deputy headmistress stared at his retreating figure with amusement. professor mcgonagall led you to her office and let you choose from the various optional classes and introduced you to a student who’ll give you a tour around the obsolete castle.

our friendship will never die, you're gonna see it's our destiny.

it has been two days since that fateful night when you met a certain redhead. you were trying to recall the directions towards the charms classroom when someone ran past you, harshly bumping your shoulder, and consequently making you drop your things. a distant yelp from behind you was heard, “oi! george, you prat!”

“godric, ’m sorry, didn’t notice you,” he said, picking up your fallen books and pouch of quills and ink. you looked up and recognized the fiery red hair and deep brown eyes.

“y’know, i should really anticipate the day when we’ll run into each other without you dousing me in slime or bumping into me when you're running away from someone,” you laughed, taking the books from him as you stood up with your pouch in hand.

“what d'you mean?” he tilted his head, evident confusion occupying his face.

you observed him, seeing if this is some kind of joke that he was playing. when you’ve seen no mischief swimming in his eyes or a smirk, you knew he was serious.

“oh, come on, weasley. i don’t reckon getting drenched in slime would be effortlessly forgettable,” you asked.

“i remember you, just not when you were, erm, drenched in slime. i saw you at the sorting ceremony. padfoot's daughter, yeah?” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. he rummaged through his head for where he could’ve possibly seen you. he felt bad that he didn’t know what you were talking about.

you sort of thought you left an impression. well, seeing as you were a victim in one of his pranks. “well, yeah, that, too, but i was talking about when i was in a hallway you claimed was deserted? then professor mcgonagall found us? no?”

he frowned, but just as his lips turned downwards, he started chuckling. weird.

“what’s so funny?”

“we haven’t particularly met.”

“what d’you mean? i’m rather sure that i wasn’t dreaming when that happened,”

he laughed, running a hand through his hair, “don’t worry, you weren’t,”

you were confused, to say the least, but then another voice from behind you spoke up, “that’s because it was me who you met that crucial night, goop,”

you looked up at him just in time as he swung an arm around your shoulder. you looked back between the guy who bumped into you and the guy who drenched you in slime.

back and forth.

forth and back.

red hair. red hair.

twin. twin.

“oh. OH!” you exclaimed, “twins! oh, merlin, this is embarrassing,” you laughed sheepishly. of course, that just had to happen.

they both laughed along with you. fred removed his hold on you and stood beside his twin, “yes, twins.”

george chuckled, offering you his hand to shake, “‘m george weasley, the bloke who drenched you in slime’s twin, and i sure won’t be forgetting about you now.”

i chuckled, shaking your head, “would you two be so nice and show me the way to charms? ‘ve got a few more minutes before classes start,”

“‘course, we’ve got nothing better to do than escort a pretty girl to her class, anyway,” fred, at least you thought it was fred, winked at you, making you huff amusingly.

the three of you walked together towards the desired destination as they, too, had charms, when curiosity got the best of you and asked, “hey george?”

he looked down at you, blame the evident height differences. “yeah?”

“why were you even running away a while ago?”

his eyes widened and fred smirked, taking his frozen state as an opportunity to smack his head, “tosspot left me with snape when he caught us, he got to run away whilst i got a weeks worth of detention,”

you snorted, “first rule of pranking is you don’t get caught, and here i thought you two were experts,”

“oh we are, darling! snape’s just timed well-- greasy prat’s been waiting for the chance to punish us.”

“well, if you’d let me, i’d be willing to be an apprentice for this little mischievous escapade of yours,” you offered, smiling as they both looked at each other with compelled looks.

“alright, freddie? reckon this is a start of a revolutionary friendship,”

“a start of a revolutionary friendship, indeed, georgie.”

“well, now that we’ve established our apprenticeship, ‘tis lovely to meet you both, i’m y/n black.” you smiled, taking each of their hands. they grinned mischievously, “glad to have you with us, miss black,” and before you knew it, they dragged you to the classroom by your arms.

each night i ask the stars up above, why must i be a teenager in love?

“you fancy him, don’t you?” you shifted your gaze away from fred and glanced at george, who was looking at you with a pointed look.

you knew that you could trust george, he’s your best friend, and you are his. you knew that he wouldn’t tell a soul, even fred, despite him being his twin.

you sighed, “yeah, yeah, i do,”

he nodded, a thoughtful look on his face, “do you ever plan on telling him?”

“no. it’s obvious that he doesn’t like me back. he sees me as his best friend and i certainly don’t want to ruin our dynamics, george.” you whispered as you saw fred making his way towards the both of you.

“what’re the two of you whispering about?” fred whispered, moving his head in between you and george.

you smiled, “fred. but don’t tell him that! we don’t want to feed his egotistical attitude if he ever finds out,”

“oh? well, why’re you talking about,” he looks at his surroundings as if he didn’t want anyone to hear, “fred?”

“we were debating whether he’s the most handsome twin, or if it’s george.”

“and who’d you say?”

“george, of course,”

fred gasped dramatically, earning a harsh glare from madam pince, “you wound me, woman! how could i possibly live with the betrayal?”

you giggled silently, scared that madam pince might consider giving you her wrath, “sit down, you wanker, madam pince might kick us out again.”

“are you actually scared of the librarian?” george chuckled.

you look at him with wide eyes, “how’re you not? if looks could kill, she’d give he who must not be named a run for his money!”

“SHHH!” speak of the devil. you cowered away in between the twins as they made fun of you.

“it isn’t funny!” you whispered, tilting your head so your hair curtained your face.

“i don’t know, goop, it’s quite hilarious,” george continued snickering. ‘goop’ has been their nickname for you ever since your first encounter with fred, it was supposed to be a one-time thing, the nickname, but they sort of just stuck with it.

fred cooed, “aww, don’t worry that pretty little head of yours, i’ll— georgie and i will protect you from pince’s frenzy,”

you rolled your eyes trying to express irritation, but the smile on your lips have betrayed you. you were about to respond when you’ve been interrupted by a couple of giggling second-year girls.

the three of you snapped your heads towards them, confused.

“s’there anything you’d like to share, ladies?” fred asked, wiggling his eyebrows, making them giggle more. you and george shared a glance and smiled.

the three of them looked at you, making you dumbfounded, “is he your boyfriend?”

your eyes widened in surprise, but you decided to play along and joke, “which one?”

they giggled, pointing at fred.

you both looked at each other with raised eyebrows and small smiles.

“yes.”

“no.”

you looked at each other once more, you with a mix of stun and disbelief, fred had a huge grin on his face. and george? george just rolled his eyes, displeased with the obliviousness of his best friend and twin who clearly got the hots for each other.

“we’d make such a cute couple, no?” fred asked, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

you looked at the girls and gave them a wink, “hmm, i don’t know… i’m not particularly fond of having ginger babies.” they giggled. gee, what was wrong with them and giggling?

he rolled his eyes and leaned forward, gesturing for the second years to come closer. fred smiled at them and whispered, “i’m not her boyfriend, i’m her husband,” they gasped, grabbing your attention, you tried to make out what he was saying but to no avail.

“yeah, we’re married, and now you better start calling her mrs. weasley whenever you see her, yeah?” fred grinned mischievously before leaning back to his chair. you looked at him in suspicion, but he paid you no mind as he opened up a book that you both know he won’t read.

you shook your head, checking your watch for the time, “i better get going, i promised to help hermione with differentiating runes,” you kissed the cheek of both boys, but lingering a bit with fred. when you pulled back, you waved at the girls.

they giddily waved back and said, “goodbye! see you around, mrs. weasley!”

you stopped in your tracks, slowly turning around to glare at the sniggering twins. you scoffed, turning back around and leaving the library, avoiding the gaze of the frightening librarian. as soon as you were out of sight, you let out a chuckle, feeling your cheeks heat up.

fred watched you gradually get smaller as you left the library. he would be lying if he said that he didn’t wish to be in a relationship with you, but he didn’t want to make a move— afraid that you’ll reject him and your friendship would be broken. he adores your friendship too much to risk it.

george watched as his brother stared at your retreating figure with love and longing. he shooed away the girls so that he could talk to him without any disturbances.

he repeated the question he asked you moments before fred arrived, “you fancy her, don’t you?”

he snapped his gaze to his brother, eyes wide and brows raised, “huh?”

“y/n. d’you fancy her?” he repeated, this time facing his parchment to continue writing the order forms.

“why? do you?”

“no. now, answer my question.”

fred sighed, “i’m head over heels for her, georgie,”

george just smiled at his brother, mentally counting all the galleons he’ll be able to receive within the month— he knew you’d get together sooner or later, but george definitely wished it‘d be sooner because he doesn’t really fancy losing tons of galleons.

we used to steal your parents' liquor, and climb to the roof. talk about our future, like we had a clue.

after weeks of pining after each other, and a very satisfied (and a few galleons richer) george later, you can finally say that fredrick gideon weasley was now your boyfriend. all you had to do now is to tell your father.

the weasleys were staying over at 12 grimmauld place for the holidays, much to yours and fred’s pleasure.

the ‘adults’ (they still didn’t want you and the twins to join despite your age legality) were still having the meeting and it was quite late. you just had to wait till everyone was sound asleep before sneaking out of your room and wait for fred in the lounge.

once you’ve heard the satisfying shut of each door, you quietly tiptoed around your room with your fluffy socks on, determined not to wake ginny and hermione up.

once you opened the door, you were met with the sound of another door opening. you froze, hastily thinking of some sort of excuse as to why you were still awake.

you didn’t see nor hear any signs of movement so you peeked your head a bit, and saw fred doing the same. you quietly giggled, carefully shutting the door as you made your way to fred.

“hi goop, missed you,” fred mumbled, fuzzing his head in the crook of your neck.

you laughed silently, “fred, we just saw each other three hours ago.”

“i know, but that was too long. it felt like forever,” he smiled, “now, c’mon, we need to celebrate,”

“celebrate? for what?”

“for successfully sneaking out, of course,” he said, steering you around the house, hand in hand. “now, d’you reckon your dad has a stash of fire whiskey somewhere?”

you hummed, removing the hold of his hand and rummaged through the kitchen's cupboards, “aha! there y’are,”

fred turned his gaze towards you as you shook the whiskey in his face, “let’s go,”

he grabbed the shot glasses and a blanket that was laying around in the couch before letting you drag him away.

“c’mon, freddie,” you whispered, slowly opening the attic ladder, hoping that kreacher was nowhere to be seen.

you both went in, careful not to step on any creaking floorboards. when you reached the window you opened it and handed the whiskey to fred, “give me a minute,”

“be careful!” he exclaimed, nervously watching you climb over the ledge.

“always am,” you winked before raising yourself and onto the roof, “give me that and climb,”

fred did so, and as soon as the both of you were up there, he threw the thick blanket over the both of you, and cuddled with each other.

a couple of shots later, the both of you were giggling, talking about all the pranks you’ve managed to pull through the years you’ve been in hogwarts. the laughter soon died down and the sounds of breathing, the wind, and the engines of the muggle vehicles were the only things that were heard.

“do… do you ever think about the future?” fred asked. you stared at him, he wasn’t looking at you though, he was gazing at the twinkling stars up above.

“yeah… they mostly contain you, though,” you whispered, placing your head on his chest as he pulled you closer.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“me, too,” he smiled, kissing your forehead.

you sat up and kissed his nose, “c’mon, red, reckon we’ve had too much to drink,”

the both of you packed up everything you’ve used, carefully made your way down, kept the firewhiskey, and washed the glasses. too tired and drunk to go to bed, the both of you retired on the couch, sleeping in each other’s arms.

as soon as the sun crept up through the window blinds, you groaned, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the sleep. once you’ve gotten used to the blinding light, you looked up and smiled at your sleeping redhead.

you slowly slipped out of his grasp, kissed his forehead, and walked towards the drawers to look for painkillers. you haven’t even drunk that much.

fred woke up a little while later after feeling the warmth of your body heat disappear, he yawned quietly, taking in his surroundings and remembered what happened last night. he was quite giddy, to say the least. he has been after hearing that you thought of having a future with him.

he stood up and saw you at the kitchens, drinking a glass of water. he made his way towards you and slipped his arms around you, hugging from behind.

“g’morning, love,” his morning voice still never fails to make you flustered.

“morning, freddie,” you smiled. he moved around you and grabbed a cup of water for himself. as soon as he made sure his morning breath was out of the way, he smiled at you, “it’s nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today.”

he leaned against the counter as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

fred gladly complied, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. you slowly bit his bottom lip, emitting a low groan from him.

sirius just woke up and was desperately in need of a cup of black coffee, no pun intended, he chuckled. he grabbed his hair brush from his vanity, brushing his tousled hair as he silently went down, careful not to wake anyone up.

as soon as he entered the kitchen, he was met with the sight of the weasley boy groping his daughter’s arse. his hand stopped mid-brush.

“get your hands off my daughter, weasley!” he growled, making his way towards the poor bloke.

the both of you immediately jumped away from each other, eyes wide. this isn’t how he’s supposed to find out!

fred was scared shitless, if he might say, so he carefully backed away as sirius approached him like a predator.

fred ran. yes, ran. and sirius? he chased him around the kitchen with his hair brush in hand.

“‘m sorry, sirius, don’t kill me,”

“how dare you come into my house and snog my daughter!”

“no, sirius, ‘m sorry!”

“then you strut around and grope her arse like that,”

“sirius! said ‘m sorry, put the hair brush down!”

“didn’t molly teach you any manners?!”

“she did, she did, she’s a wonderful mother. sirius, no!”

in other times, you would’ve stopped the chaos whilst sirius, who was still in his dog-printed pajamas, chased a very pale fred around the kitchen with a hair brush.

but you didn’t, so you were laughing your arse off. you wouldn’t want to miss the chance to laugh your arse out with what’s happening. you knew your dad was a sweetheart, he wouldn’t actually kill fred, right? … right?

soon, every member of the order and the children, frantically went down with their wands drawn out, looking around for trouble, but they, instead of seeing any death-eater related attacks, saw a very angry padfoot manhunting a 6’3 ginger twin with a harmless hair brush, and a wheezing y/n.

“mum, hide me! he’s gonna murder me with a brush!” fred immediately took cover behind his mother. she and the other adults sighed exasperatedly but smiling nonetheless.

“thought someone was getting tortured with how freddie was screaming bloody murder,” george snickered.

“get out here and face me like a man, fredrick!” sirius growled, but stopped a bit and asked, “or is it george?”

fred cowered away behind his mum, “george, george! ‘tis definitely ‘im!”

george’s eyes widened and yelped, “‘m george! he’s fred!”

“dad! stop that, fred and i are dating,” you said, wiping your tears away.

sirius was taken aback, lowering his weapon, “what?”

“we were supposed to tell you today, but i guess you were just too eager,” you teased him, making your way towards fred and intertwining your hands together. fred looked slightly hesitant but smiled sheepishly at your father.

sirius just squinted his eyes at fred, racking over the tall redhead, “you better watch your behavior, boy, or you might as well just sleep with an eye open.”

you knew your dad loved fred, he’s been asking about him the moment you’ve told him about your blooming friendship and the pranking adventures you have had. he admires the bloke, fred reminds him of his younger self, minus the playboy endeavors and the family issues. he approves of the boy, but that doesn’t mean he fancies waking up to him snogging his daughter.

sirius slowly approached fred, opening his arms for a hug, but fred flinched, making everyone laugh. when he realized what sirius was trying to do, he laughed nervously, hugging him back and awkwardly patting his back. he was about to pull away when sirius tugged him back in and whispered, “i’m serious, fred. one wrong move, and i’ll be damned to be back in azkaban,”

fred shuddered slightly, but nodded nonetheless, “i’ll never hurt her, sirius, she means the world to me.” he smiled, both of them looking at you as you laughed with george and remus, retelling them what happened.

i don't promise a lot, but i'm keeping my word.

it has been at least a year and a few months since your father has passed, and fred has been with you through it all. you were spending your holidays at the burrow with the rest of the weasleys (plus harry, remus, and tonks).

you were currently in the living room, gossiping about boys (well, you were talking about fred) and the latest scandals in hogwarts with ginny.

“gin, i mean, have you seen the way harry’s been looking at you during dinner?” you asked, watching as her face grew red.

“he has not! ‘m convinced that you inhaled too much of fred’s perfume to be talking ‘bout something as poxy as that, y/n.” she laughed, fiddling with her sleeping robes.

“can you blame me? he smells so good. now, don’t tell me you haven’t had a sniff of thou chosen one’s essence?” you giggled, “c’mon gin! the both of you are meant to be, you’re soulmates, a stubborn one, at that.”

“we’re not, y/n! you and fred’re the proper definition of soulmates,”

you smiled softly, “it’ll take time, ginny. i can see the way he looks at you, it’s the same way i look at your brother,”

she sighed, “let’s just hope you’re right,”

“i’m always right,” you joked, waving at fred as he made his way towards the both of you.

“what’re my lovely girlfriend and sister talking about?” he smiled, kissing your cheek.

“soulmates,” ginny shrugged, looking away from harry.

“soulmates? what a load of bollocks,” fred’s face twisted in disgust, before whispering in your ear, “we’re definitely soulmates though,”

your face started to heat up and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he pecked your lips, throwing an arm around your shoulder and turning to ginny, “yeah!”

“i reckon he’ll marry you on the spot if he can,” she rolled her eyes, smiling as well since she heard what fred said.

“oh i would’ve done it the moment she drenched me in slime, but it has to be special, y’know?” he said, peppering your face with kisses, “flowers, confetti, diamond ring, grand gestures, all that sort.”

“freddie, i’ll marry you even if you propose with a toy ring,” you beamed up at him, kissing his nose, “because i’ll love you forever and always.”

“i’ll love you forever and always, too, goop,” he said, looking at you with pure love and adoration, “and that’s a promise.”

i'll say, "will you marry me?", i swear that i will mean it.

and fred did mean it as you’ve been together for four years now and counting.

“we’re in this together, goop,” he said, which leads to where you are now, fighting off the death eaters and co, side-by-side.

“stupefy!” you shouted, knocking off the death eater charging towards percy.

“thanks,” he breathed out, you nodded, “no problem.”

“incendio!”

“ascendio!”

“incarcerous!”

“stupefy!”

“petrificus totalus!”

you saw fred and percy handling a group of death eaters beside you as you finished off one, but what edged you off was one of them raised their wand, but it wasn’t pointing at any one of you. it was pointing at something behind you, you looked back just in time as he yelled the spell.

“fred!” you pushed him, mustering up all your strength to bring you along as the wall from behind you collapsed.

you coughed, “stupefy!” successfully throwing back the man.

you detach yourself from fred, “fred, fred?” you patted his cheeks, he was still breathing.

“c’mon darling, you have to wake up,” you cried, looking up for a bit as percy kept the remaining death eaters distracted.

“marry me,” fred whispered

you let out a breath of relief as you looked down, “w-what?” you wiped off the dust in his face.

“marry me,” he said more clearly, slowly sitting up to cup your face.

you slapped his arm, “you could’ve gotten yourself killed, you numpty!”

“but… i didn’t?” he yelped, rubbing his arm to soothe the pain, “not the answer that i was expecting but, alright,”

“marry me, y/n,” he kneeled down on one knee, grasping your hands, “i know that this isn’t exactly the proposal i’ve had in mind, hell, i don’t even have the ring, but i love you ‘till the ends of the earth and i’m asking you once again, y/n black. will you do the honors of being my future wife?”

you cried, nodding your head as you didn’t trust yourself to speak up. you pulled him in a hug as you sobbed against your shoulder, “i love you, too, fred, forever and always,”

he kissed you, he kissed you like it was the last thing he’ll ever get to do.

“erm, guys, i’m terribly happy for the both of you, and i hate to say this but we’re in the middle of a war!” percy warned.

“c’mon, goop, we’ve got a war to win,” fred kissed you one last time before the both of you ran off to help percy.

and i realized, no, we're not promised tomorrow.

they said that a couple’s wedding day is bound to be the best day of their lives. a new chapter to write. a new door to open. a new voyage to venture. tons of possibilities.

you were standing in front of a length-view mirror, admiring yourself in the reflection. you were wearing the wedding dress of your dreams, your hair was styled into a sophisticated up-do, and your makeup was elegant.

“hey, sis-in-law, you ready?” george peeked his head through the door, “wow, i-”

“hi george,” you smiled, wiping off the tears gathering in your eyes, “oh, merlin,”

“freddie’s gonna go bonkers,” he hugged you, pulling back to admire you once again, “c’mon.”

you and fred granted george to be his best man and the one who’ll walk you across the aisle, and for the first time in your six years of friendship, you swore you never saw him hug you so tight with tears in his eyes.

as soon as you arrived in front of the closed archway, george stopped to look at you, “you sure you don’t want to back out, goop? fred farts in his sleep sometimes. ‘ve got the keys of the flying ford anglia in case you ever need an escape plan,” he joked.

you giggled, “i think i can handle a farting fred, georgie. i’ve been your best friend for too long, you’ll never know how much i’ve been through,”

he chuckled, “if that’s the case, then let’s go get you and loverboy officially married,”

as soon as the door’s been opened, you suck in a breath, awestruck with how the decorations were perfect— all thanks to molly’s orders and hermione’s organizing, guests in their assigned seats, and most especially, your husband-to-be clad in a black and white tuxedo, tears gathering in his eyes. everything was so magical.

you were expecting that today would be the happiest day of your life, you were expecting to exchange your detailed vows with fred, you were expecting for the long-awaited “i do’s”, you were expecting to seal the deal with a kiss, you were expecting to have a wedding ring as an eternal promise displayed on your left ring finger, you were expecting to listen to george’s embarrassing stories of you newlyweds, you were expecting to start your future with fred.

what you didn’t expect though? was that as soon as george gave you away, as soon as you were standing in front of him, fred apologized and ran away, tugging at his tie.

your smile disappeared.

the guests gasped, turning their attention to you as ron and arthur chased after him. tears started to pool in your eyes, releasing a shaky breath. you hardly noticed that the guests were anticipating your reaction or that the weasleys were ushering them into the venue where the reception was supposed to be. you were just staring at the place where fred once stood, expecting him to come back and say that it was all a prank.

but he didn’t, and that’s what broke you the most.

you collapsed on the floor, sobbing on george’s shoulder as he whispered some comforting words.

you’ve waited, and waited, and waited.

you sat on the step board, still in your wedding dress, tear-stained face, and messy hair. george offered some company, just sitting beside you as you stayed silent, rubbing your back soothingly as the guests bid you goodbye with sad smiles.

george was mad. no, that was an understatement, he was fuming. he knew how much fred loved you. he knew all the plans he had in store for the both of you. he knew all the words fred will say in his vows. what changed?

as soon as everyone had cleared out, you refused to leave from where you were. you refused the food they gave you, or the clothes to change into. you were positive that fred would come back. he promised.

“c’mon, y/n, please, let’s just get you home,” george said, offering you his hand.

“no, i-i’ll stay, george,” you said, your voice cracking, “i’ll wait for him, he’ll come back. he can never do this to me, he wouldn’t.”

but you were wrong. he never came back. he broke his promise.

by the time the clock struck 7, george have had enough of your stubbornness. he understood how you felt, of course, but he didn’t want his best friend to wait all night for someone he knew wouldn’t come back.

so the both of you walked, he shrugged off his suit jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. you didn’t want to come back to the burrow, but you had to pick up your godson and be on your way. you didn’t see fred there either. you ignored everyone and all their pitying stares. you didn’t even hug molly back when she wanted to comfort you.

you just carefully detached yourself from her, grabbed your godson, and went out. you and george were walking in silence as he carried the boy, walking the both of you towards the apparition point.

george sighed, he knew he wouldn’t be seeing you for a while, and he wanted to give you some space, so brought the sleeping kid to your hold and kissed your forehead, “owl me whenever you need me, yeah?”

you forced a sad smile, “thanks georgie, i’ll see you around,” and apparated away to 12 grimmauld place.

you said you'll grow old with me.

“uncle georgie!!” teddy, your godson, immediately abandoned his coloring book and leaped in the arms of george.

“hey, little man!” he laughed, watching as teddy’s hair turned into the same shade of red as his. it always happens ever since he decided that george was his favorite uncle (don’t tell harry!), and he’ll never change it to his original hair color until the next day.

you smiled, placing your cup of coffee down to greet your best friend, “hey, george,” you kissed his cheek.

“‘m just checkin’ in, how’re the both of you?” he asked, ruffling teddy’s red hair.

“good! mum—“ he stopped, “erm, i mean, auntie y/n will finally bring me to di-gonley later!”

your heart stopped for a moment when he called you ‘mum’. this hasn’t been the first time that it happened, he usually gets too preoccupied to notice, but you never mentioned it nor talked to him about it as he still missed his biological mother. “it’s diagon alley, lovey, and yes, we’ll be leaving in a few,”

you walked away from them and grabbed your purse, “go ask uncle georgie if he wants to come join.”

he beamed, grabbing george’s hands, “can you please come with us, uncle georgie? please, please, please?”

george sent him a faux look of contemplation, “hmm, i don’t know, teddy. d’you think auntie y/n will buy us some ice cream?”

teddy gasped, and wobbled his way to you, “auntie y/n! will you buy us some ice cream? uncle georgie said he’ll join if you do!”

you playfully glared at george, making him chuckle, before returning your gaze to teddy lupin, whose face was now in what you’ll describe as his, ‘i’m-a-very-adorable-boy-please-give-in’.

“oh, alright, let uncle georgie help you wear your shoes,”

as soon as the three of you were good to go, you floo’ed your way to diagon alley. you never apparated when you were with teddy, he usually gets sick when you do, so you had to fixate a floo network in your muggle flat. it was an incredible hassle, especially with muggle neighbors. you had to use multiple silencing spells while the wizards in charge were doing it.

it’s been a while since you’ve been to diagon alley, you’ve avoided it at all costs, especially after… that … anyways, teddy has been seriously adamant on going ever since george told him all about it and his shop.

you knew that you couldn’t fend it (and him) off forever, so after mustering up every courage you had, you agreed. you reckon that it was worth it, seeing your godson, the boy who made your life full of hope and happiness again, incredibly bubbly and cheerful, it eased your nerves a bit.

fred knew that his twin was off to go somewhere. george always tells him, but he never mentions where he’s going or who he’s meeting, just that he had places to be. so to busy himself, he went to florean fortescue’s ice cream parlor to cool off.

while waiting for your order of three cones of ice cream, george offered to bring teddy to flourish and bott’s since he knew how much teddy loves coloring books and bedtime storybooks.

once fred passed by the street, he opened the entrance with a satisfying ring of the welcoming bell. he breathed in the sweet smell of the countless flavors of ice cream. he scanned through the shop for a place to sit when it suddenly stopped at the sight of a familiar h/c. he froze, no, it couldn’t be, right?

“three servings of ice cream supreme for y/n!” the man hollered.

no…

you stood up and made your way towards the front, and fred had gotten a glimpse of you. you looked gorgeous, you always were, fred thought. you were using a hairband, something you used to despise as it always hurt the back of your ears, doing its job to keep your hair away from your face.

you took your order just in time to see your companions for the day, oblivious to the stare of another certain ginger.

“mum! uncle georgie bought me a new book! ‘tis about dragons!” a tiny redhead exclaimed with glee.

fred felt his heart drop, ‘mum’? ‘uncle georgie’? red hair…? again, it couldn’t be, right?

“edward remus! lower your voice, darling,” you chuckled, setting your ice creams down on your table.

“oops, sorry,” he apologized sheepishly, covering his mouth.

before you could even reply, a voice from behind you has spoken up, “erm, y/n?”

your breath hitched in your throat. “no,” you whispered.

george grimaced, grabbing your ice creams and a very confused teddy’s hand, “we’ll be at the shop if you want to leave,” he whispered to you before leaving the both of you alone (minus the parlor’s customers and employees).

you frowned, following them out, and steered away from your ex-fiancé.

“y/n, wait!” fred followed you out and grabbed your hand.

you whipped around to face him, pulling your hand away from his hold, tears pooling in your eyes, “what do you want, fred?”

“was that your kid?” he asked casually, trying to hide his nervousness.

“no- he’s teddy, lupin and tonks’ kid, i’m his godmother. he forgets that i’m not his biological mum sometimes, and if you were wondering why his hair was red, it’s because he loves george.” you said, “now, ‘m gonna ask you again, fred, what. do. you. want?”

“i- i just wanted to talk,” he mumbled, looking down at his shiny shoes to refrain from looking at your crestfallen expression.

“seriously, fred? you want to talk?” you scoffed in disbelief, “alright, let’s talk, let’s talk about how you left me, let’s talk about how you broke your promise, let’s talk about how you broke me,”

fred winced at your wavering voice, “‘m sorry, darling,”

“are you really, fred? because- because it’s been almost two years and you—“ you sighed, wiping away your tears to no avail, it’s still falling. instead, you asked him the question that’s been on your mind ever since, “why did you leave me?”

“i was scared,” he started, cracking his knuckles. a mannerism of his when he’s feeling anxious.

“scared of what exactly?” you urged, determined to know what he was so afraid of that he had to run away on your wedding day.

“of you…” he mumbled, looking up at you. he wished he hadn’t because he didn’t know it was possible for you to look even broken than before.

“me?” your voice cracked, “so it’s my fault, now?”

fred shook his head, getting frustrated at himself, “no, no. i was scared that, if you married me, you’d get hurt because i might not live up to your expectations.”

“bullshit, fred!” you cried, earning a few looks from the bystanders, you didn’t care, and nor did fred, “why? don’t you think i’m getting hurt right now?”

fred felt his tears in his eyes, “i’ve had so many doubts, so many questions, y/n,” you were about to reply when he raised hand, “and no, it wasn’t about you, just please, listen,”

he sucked in a breath, “y/n, what if i said yes?”

“we would’ve been happy, we wouldn’t be here in the first place,” you whimpered, feeling the heartbreak you’ve once experienced over and over again, “did you even really love me?”

“i did, i still do, but you deserve so much better than me, y/n” fred whispered, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you again.

you shook your head, “stop lying, fred."

“no, y/n! what if i said yes and i wouldn’t be able to keep my vows?”

“well, fred, you didn’t even get to marry me and you already broke the promise! now, tell me, did that answer your questions?” you asked, “did it, fred?”

fred let a tear fall, “no, no it didn’t. it just made me realize how hard it was to lose you,”

you sniffled, staring up at the sky to keep the tears in bay, “i loved you, fred! i loved you and you left me. i loved you… and i still do, and i hate myself for it because no matter how hard i try to convince myself that i’ve moved on, i haven’t. fred, i still look for you in everyone in hopes that i could somehow get some closure… and it doesn’t help that i see you in everything as well; i remember you when i see a plate of pancakes, knowing how you love them with chocolate, i remember you when it rains because we used to dance around in it like there’s no one around. it hurts, freddie. it hurts because i see you everywhere because we used to do everything together.”

“and i regret it, alright? i regret letting you go. it has been eating me alive ever since. i couldn’t function well without you,” he whispered, “and all i’m asking is for forgiveness, y/n.”

you just stared at him, hiccuping as you continued to cry. you wanted to leap into his warm embrace and forgive him. you wanted to take him back. you wanted to kiss him. you just wanted to be in his arms again. you just wanted to be with him again.

but he hurt you. he hurt you in many ways you’ve never expected. he broke you. the same guy who swore to your father that he’ll never hurt you. the same guy who promised to marry you and spend the rest of your life with.

fred saw the hesitation and hurt in your eyes so he sighed, “i’m sorry, goop. i’m sorry for being such a coward. i was never ready to say goodbye… i never was,” he took one last glance at you before leaving you once again.

you sobbed as you watched his figure retreat slowly. you didn’t care if there were people looking at you with concern and pity. you didn’t care if someone had accidentally bumped into you. your mind was too busy with the thoughts of fred, so you apparated back into your flat, trusting george to take care of teddy for a while.

fred’s heart broke even more as he heard your distant sob. he let the tears gathered in his eyes fall. all he wanted to do was to bring you in his arms and shower you with his love, make up for all the lost time, but he knew that he deserved the pain. he deserved it because he hurt you, he broke you, and he can never forgive himself for that.

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Still Alive

dream x f!reader

PART ONE

summary | Just under 20 years ago, the world slipped from humanity’s grasp and fell into the lap of mutant creatures. While most humans hid from the variants, some, like reader, grew restless in the bases they grew up in and needed out. What will happen when reader realizes that she doesn’t stand a chance in the wild on her own, and can something deeper blossom from a survival-based alliance? 

warnings | none!

word count | 1.7k

I had never seen a flower before. At least, not that I could remember. Things like that didn’t exist within the confines of the city walls, the beautiful, living things. The things that reminded you you were alive. My gaze fixated on the object before I even knew what I was looking at. Its petals swirled with pinks and purples, hues I had only seen in worn-out wool and peeling paint. Deep emerald leaves adorned a similarly colored stem, all woven together intricately and standing out amidst the field of brown. I marveled at the plant, bending down to hold it delicately between two fingers. It was incredible, even better than in photographs.

I spent months looking through the old textbooks Zoe had found, simply admiring the anatomy of different flowers and plants from the Old World. She was so excited to show me. I can still picture her jumping up and down as she entered my room in her tattered sports jersey and two-sizes-too-big jeans, a huge stack of books cradled like a child in her arms. Her tight curls were always pulled up into two buns, perfectly placed on the top of her head and bouncing with her childlike movements. I had quirked up an eyebrow at her as she wordlessly dropped her findings on my cot with a thump.

“Books,” she had said, looking at me with a newfound glimmer in her eye, “textbooks. We can learn!”

There was plenty of other information in those textbooks, but the flowers fascinated me. They caught my attention not just for their beauty, but for their mechanics, too. As I read, I began to appreciate how their roots anchored them to the earth, how their stems acted as passageways for water and nutrients, how they came in so many shapes, shades, and sizes. I wanted to know everything I could about them. I had always been that way, I guess.

A nearly foreign feeling emerged in me as a smile curled its way onto my face. The muscles were rusty from a long hibernation and they weren’t sure how to react to the sudden use. Dust found its way into my eyes as my cheeks rose with the grin, so I brushed it away quickly. That, I was used to.

“A cosmos,” I said to no one but myself. Of course, it was a cosmos.

The world before me was barren, a bleak expanse of land that seemed to never end. How the fuck was I supposed to survive out here? Despite my extensive studying, I wasn’t necessarily well-versed in survival. I had no protection out here, no roof over my head, and no soldiers with weapons on watch for intruders, or worse, for variants. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought. Variants were the one thing I knew almost nothing about, despite how hard I tried to get information from the watchmen and neighboring families. In all honesty, we didn’t know much about them, just that they didn’t seem to like us too much. One week the world was our terrain and the next it was theirs. I had never met one and I wasn’t planning on doing so, but I no longer had control over that. I chose to leave and there was no turning back.

That didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Adjusting my pack on my back, I grabbed my flask and poured a bit of water over the stubborn flower.

“Hope we make it, little guy.”

One last look at the distant confines I used to call home, then I was walking again, this time never turning back.

. . .

As it turns out, walking across one huge expanse of dust and dirt isn’t very fun! In fact, it’s fucking brutal. I had no idea where I was going, that much was clear not even ten minutes into the journey. Leave the city, that was my only plan. A shit plan, in hindsight. I reached into one of the many pockets of my pack and pulled out my water bottle. Last sip, that’s not good. If I could just go a little longer and reach the forest, I’d be okay. Much of the landscape had been torn apart over the years, but there were still occasional patches of green, at least that’s what I had been told. Just a little farther, surely I would reach it soon.

The hours dragged on, all melding together into one blurry week of sleeping in a ripped tent in the middle of nowhere and barely eating or drinking. When my eyes focused on a small dot of green in the distance, I nearly brought my hands up to rub the mirage from them, but I knew better than to do anything like that before washing. Especially after the week I’ve had, too much dust and not enough water.

I had been preparing for my lunch break when I spotted it, excited to get my hands on my tenth granola bar of the week. All desire for a break left my body, replaced by the desperate need to get to that forest before nightfall. There could be water in there, shelter, food, the possibilities were endless. I picked up my pace, feet moving with fervor despite my obvious exhaustion. My pack threatened to slip off my back, but I ignored it.

I reached the edge of the forest by nightfall, a shudder running through me at the thought of spending the night alone in the dense environment. Anyone or anything could be living here, and they could be hungry. The ground didn’t feel safe, too open and vulnerable of a place to sleep, but the sliver of moonlight shining down on me wasn’t enough to find anywhere else. This would have to do.

A few restless hours passed before I had finally fallen into a deep sleep, my back pressed uncomfortably against a tree and my pack serving as a makeshift pillow. I didn’t bother to set up camp, figuring I’d pick up and move in the morning anyways. I expected to get a few good hours of sleep at least, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, I was shaken awake by unfamiliar hands and a gruff voice.

“Get the fuck up,” the voice barked as my eyes adjusted to the morning light, peering up at the shaded figure looming over me.

“Wha-what?”

“Get. The fuck. Up.” The figure grabbed my pack from underneath my head and I groaned at the rude awakening. In my early morning haziness, I barely questioned the individual’s orders. My body moved before my brain told it to, pulling itself out of the fetal position and standing up, unsteady but sturdy enough.

As I rose to my feet, I took a good look at the person for the first time. He stood tall, towering over my frame with long legs and broad shoulders. Underneath his hood, a mask shielded most of his face from me; it looked to be made of some sort of wood and with the jagged smile that was carved into it, it was borderline terrifying. Dark blond hair toppled out and around the thing, curling messily at the ends. He sported muted green cargo pants and a thick belt bearing a multitude of knives and other weapons I didn’t even want to imagine. A black T-Shirt spread across his torso, strong arms emerging from the sleeves and gloved hands gripping a satchel against his hip. If this went south, I was outmatched.

“What made you think sleeping on the ground was a good idea?” he hissed out a few minutes later as he led me through the trees, taking angry steps at least two yards ahead of me.

“I didn’t have many other options,” I responded simply, not sure what he wanted from me and still groggy with sleep.

“Well, you picked the stupidest option.”

I rolled my eyes, who did this guy think he was? Sure, the ground wasn’t the smartest choice, but it was all I had! I huffed, kicking at a rock as he stopped to check...something — who knows what he was doing.

“You got a name, mask boy?”

He shushed me, holding up his index finger as he looked around at our surroundings.

“It was just a question-”

“Dream,” he cut me off, “now shush.”

He said it simply, like it wasn’t the most absurd name anyone had ever heard, and went right back to surveying the space around us. I poked my head around at him, trying and failing to get this mystery man’s attention.

“Is that your real name?” I inquired, making awkward eye contact with the mesh-covered eyeholes of his mask and wishing I could see his face when he answered. Maybe then I’d know if he was bluffing or not. Or if he planned on killing me.

“It’s what you’ll call me.”

There was a finality in the way he said it, a sternness in his voice that I wasn’t about to argue with. A beat passed in utter silence, me waiting for him to continue the conversation and him already three steps ahead of me on the path. Dream isn’t a chatty guy, noted.

I jogged to catch up to him, slowing as I reached his side. He didn’t seem like he was going to kill me as soon as night fell on the already dark forest, but keeping him in my sight was the safest bet.

“You’re not gonna ask my name?” He turned to face me, raising an eyebrow and bobbing his head as if to say ‘go on’. I gave him my name and he grunted in response — men.

He persevered through the forest, cutting away branches and leaving a green mess in our wake. I had no idea where we were going or why I was following his lead so easily, but he seemed confident and I trusted his confidence more than my own.

“So…” I dragged on, twiddling my thumbs and shooting him a look, “do we have a plan here or are we just gonna wander for the next five hours of daylight?”

He rolled his eyes, letting out an “ugh” as he pushed through another set of leaves. I wasn’t wrong; the sun would be setting soon, and based on how he reacted this morning, he wasn’t a night owl.

“Our camp is set up a few miles north. We should get there before nightfall.”

Did he say our?

[rebelwrites]

Restoration

Jax Teller x Daughter Reader

“You gonna actually behave for your father this week?” You mum asked as you packed your bag.

“Maybe, depends if he pisses me off or not” you shrugged.

The thing was your mum and dad split about 4 years ago, a year after Abel was born. They had you at a young age, at 15 to be precise, you was now 18 and had seen their relationship completely fall apart, you saw how he treated your mum towards the end of the relationship and you hated it, you hated how he made your mum feel, how you saw the whole thing. However you were grateful Abel was still too young to understand what was going on.

“Y/N please, I know you don’t get along with him but he is your dad at the end of the day” mum sighed.

“Not gonna change my opinion on him” you laughed.

Even though your parents weren’t together anymore they never actually filed for a divorce.

“Just try” mum said placing her hand on your shoulder “for Abel at least, it’s hard enough on him as it is”

“And it’s not hard for me mum” you spat “try going through school where everyone is obsessed with the sons, constantly badgering me about them, about dad, asking if the fucking rumours are true”

You knew that your mum wasn’t completely innocent in the whole relationship break down. So you had an attitude with them both.

The drive to Teller-Morrow was silent, neither you or your mum spoke because you were your father’s daughter at the end of day, your mum always said it was like having a female Jax in the house, the way you held yourself, your attitude, your temper. So no words were spoken just for Abel’s sake, he didn’t need to see his sister and mum biting each other’s heads off.

Climbing out of the car, you grabbed your bag from the boot, before wandering off to find your uncles, at least you had a good relationship with them, it was just the relationship with your dad that was rocky.

You didn’t get it, he was such a good father to Abel, but with you it was a different story, one of his biggest regrets was you seeing the breakdown happen, all the arguments that happened when you were younger. Since then you saw the man that you once saw as your hero as the bad guy.

“Hey kiddo” Jax grinned, opening his arms to you.

“Whatever dad” you huffed walking by him, dumping your bag on the picnic bench before placing a cigarette in your mouth.

“She’s in a mood, sorry Jax” you heard mum say, making you roll your eyes. “Give her a couple of days and she should calm down”

“She’s so much like me it’s scary” he sighed as he watched you laugh with Tig and Happy.

“If you’re gonna talk about me can you at least go somewhere where I can’t bloody hear you” you snapped not looking at them.

Jax knew that with both his kids being here with him for the week, he was going to try his hardest to mend the bridges that had once been burnt. He wanted nothing more than getting his little girl back.

“I will speak with her” Jax nodded as he took Abel into his arms, who was grinning at the sight of his daddy.

At least one of his kids didn’t hate him.

However he had a plan, he knew you loved bikes, so he had one sat in the garage waiting to be restored and he was hoping it was something you could do together and then he could teach you to ride. He knew it wouldn’t magically fix the relationship but at least it would give you a memory that wasn’t bad.

Your mum had now left, which meant you were stuck with your dad for the next week, no doubt it would be a week of you looking after Abel, it always was when you were here, the club came before you. It always had and always would.

“Table in 5” Jax shouted as he walked into the club, he didn’t miss the eye roll that came from you, he knew what you thought, you had only been here 10 minutes and he was putting the club before you. But this time would be different.

“Okay so everyone knows my relationship with Y/N is very much on the rocks right now” Jax sighed running his hand over his face. “And I know it’s my fault and I want to fix that, so this week I only want to be involved in club business if the shit has hit the fan. Anything else speak to Chibs, I need to fix things with my little girl before it is too late”

Everyone nodded, they knew how much Jax loved you, you was his first born at the end of the day and it killed him knowing that you hated him.

“Anything we can do to help we are here” Happy nodded.

“Thanks Hap but this is something I need to do on my own, I created this mess so I need to fix it” Jax sighed “If it can be fixed”

It was now Wednesday and Jax still hadn’t made any progress, the bike lay untouched in the garage, and you hadn’t spoken more than a few words a day to him.

“Uncle Hap am I being a bitch?” You sighed looking up at him as you lit a smoke.

“Honestly kiddo, I know where you are coming from but he is the only dad you are gonna get” Happy said placing his hand on yours. “I know the reasons you have for hating Jax but he misses his little girl, I’m not saying forgive him straight away but stop shutting him out”

“I miss my dad” you sighed “but you didn’t hear me say that”

“My lips are sealed” Happy nodded “you know he took a step back from the club this week to spend time with you and Abel”

“I didn’t know” you sighed running your hand over your face.

“I think he wants to restore a bike or something with you” Hap smiled kissing your head “he’s in the garage”

Trudging into the garage with your head hung low, you felt guilty about how you went off at dad this morning.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled, not looking up.

You heard him sigh and his footsteps getting closer to you.

Talk about irony, the radio had started playing bad husband, scoffing as dad placed his hand on your shoulder.

You can be a liar and a good father A good dad, but a bad husband

“Guess the song is 90% right” you sighed “you are a good father to Abel at least”

“Hey look at me kiddo” Dad said lifting your chin. “My biggest regret in life was letting you see all the fights between me and your mum. I know that has done so much damage to our relationship but I never stopped loving your or your mum okay”

You stayed silent, you didn’t know what to say.

Forever be a hero in my eyes, But there’s always another side. To a good father. A great dad, but a bad husband

“Look me and your mum still love each other and we probably always will” he sighed “we just don’t work well together okay but that doesn’t mean I stopped loving you”

All I want is for us not to hurt. And it’s been an exhaustive search to find the words

The song was basically saying everything you couldn’t.

But I’m not so sure how to close this. I just don’t know how some people can be so good At one thing and so fucked at a whole ‘nother, shit, it’s no wonder

You both just stood there not saying a word as Jax pulled you into his arms holding you tight.

“I’m not saying we have to go back to being as close as we once were but I want a chance, a chance to mend the bridges I burnt, I want to be in your life and not as someone you hate” Jax whispered.

Nodding your head, you sniffed as a tear fell down your cheek, this was the most you had talked in a year. All you wanted to hear over the past year was that your dad still loved you.

“You don’t have to say anything yet sweetheart” dad whispered kissing your head “now what do you say to helping your old man fix this bike up and then I would like it if you let your old man teach you how to ride”

“I’d like that” you mumbled.

The next few days flew by and your mum had arrived to pick you and Abel up. Pushing yourself off the bench you walked over to her with a slight smile on your face.

“Come on, let’s get you home” mum said.

Glancing over to your dad you smiled softly before turning back to your mum.

“Actually mum, I think I’m gonna stick around here a bit longer” you nodded feeling Jax place his hand on your shoulder squeezing it softly. “I wanna stay with dad, we still have a bike to finish”

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Your mum stood staring at you, confusion spread all over her face.

“You want to willingly stay?” She questioned

“Yup” you nodded.

“Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?” She laughed before turning to Jax “you okay with her staying?”

“Course I am” he beamed at the fact you wanted to stay with him longer.

As soon as you said bye to your mum, you headed back into the garage leaving Jax stood there in his own world.

“Come on dad the bike isn’t gonna fix its self” you laughed rolling your sleeves up.

The hours flew by and you was both covered in grease, Chibs walked outside hearing all the laughter coming from the garage, a smile formed on his face as he snapped a photo of the two of you before walking back into the club house.

“Okay a know normally a would bring this ta table but no one is to disturb Jackie Boy, a don’t care wha it is, if it’s club business, Ye arms fallen off or Ye are on fire, ye come ta me” Chibs smiled leaning against the bar. “Tha is until further notice, this is wha they both need”

Everyone nodded in agreement, it was nice to see you and Jax not at each other’s throats and they knew that the fact you wanted to stay here meant you really wanted to rebuild the relationship

Standing back from the bike something clicked.

“Why does this bike look so familiar?” You asked.

“Well princess it was your grandads” Jax grinned draping his arm around your shoulder.

“JT’s” you said looking up and he nodded. “Wait and you are just letting me have once we have fixed her up?”

“That’s the plan” Jax laughed “he would have wanted you to have it and it’s better than it sitting gathering dust”

You were in awe, you knew how much this bike meant to him. Wrapping your arms around him you gave him a tight hug.  

Neither of you talked about much other than the bike, outside of the garage you were slowly building things back up, you both knew it would take longer than a week but it was a start.

“So your mum says you’ve been getting into trouble at college?” He asked as you were packing the tools up.

“Meh” you shrugged “someone said something, I didn’t like it so I fucking punched them and broke there nose. No biggie”

Jax couldn’t help but smirk, you were exactly like him, in so many ways.

“You can’t say anything dad you taught me talking was boring when you can fight it out” just as you said it an idea popped into your head. Spinning round on the balls of your feet you grinned at your dad.

“No, nope happening” He laughed when he realised what you was thinking “me and you aren’t going at it in the ring” he chuckled.

“Why do you think you will lose old man” you taunted.

“Nope it’s not that” he said looking up “I am not boxing with my daughter”

“You’re just scared because you know I’m gonna beat your ass” you giggled squaring up to him.

He knew you weren’t gonna back down. You was a Teller at the end of the day.

“Fine but if you get hurt you are telling your mum it was your idea” Jax sighed in defeat.

And with that you ran off into the clubhouse to tell everyone.

It was now 7pm and Tig was wrapping your fists.

“You sure about fighting your dad kiddo?” He asked.

“Uncle Tiggy I’m sure” you nodded “we need this, well I need this. If I’m gonna let go of the past I need to do this”

“Okay then” he smiled kissing your fist “beat the shit out of your old man”

You were now standing face to face with your dad in the ring. He knew what was happening, and he wasn’t going to fight back, he had overheard what you said to Tig. So if beating the shit out of him was what you needed to forgive him then that is what he was going to let you do.

Punch after punch, you felt the anger flow through your fists, you were fuelled by every bad memory, everything he did and he just let the punches keep coming.

Your emotions got the better of you as you scream, pounding your fists against his chest as you burst into tears. As soon as this happened Jax wrapped his arms around you, dropping to his knees holding you tight.

“That’s it princess let it all out, all the anger, all the pain” he whispered rubbing your back. “I’m never gonna leave you okay, no matter what happens with me and your mum, you will always have your old man in your corner. My biggest regret is you saw everything happen, I never wanted you to feel like I loved Abel more than you, you are my little girl, my princess and I love you”

Once you had calmed down, you felt a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, you no longer felt an immense hatred towards your dad.

It had been a couple of days after the ‘fight’ and you had actually started to open up. The bike was finished and you were just putting the tools away.

“I want to drop out of college” you said “it’s really not for me, I struggle with the exams and coursework”

“You know whatever you decide I will support you” Jax smiled softly at you, hee knew where you was coming from, he was exactly the same when it came to tests and the theory behind things. “If you did drop out what would you do?”

“Actually I wanna be a mechanic” you said looking up. “Maybe I could work here”

“Why don’t you sleep on the idea and if you really want to drop out then we will get it all sorted” he said kissing your head. “Now what do you say we take her for a spin?”

“You think I’m ready for the roads” you laughed.

“You are a natural” he grinned tossing you your helmet “it’s in your blood”

The rest of the day was spent riding round the streets charming, a smile on your face and your relationship with your dad well on the road to being what it once was. Never in a million years you would have thought that restoring JT’s bike would actually restore your relationship as well.

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Maybe? | Jealous!Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader | Oneshot

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Flavour: Fluff ☁️

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: After Gojo is targeted by a group of curses and is adviced to lay low, he's forced to stay away from you. Though your relationship lacks a clear label, seeing you close to another guy from afar makes the sorcerer resort to an unexpected visit.

Warnings: Slight mention of hookups, but nothing more than a makeout happens in the one shot itself!

Meanings: (y/n) = your name, (n/n) = nickname

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A sigh escaped your lips as you checked your phone, turning the screen off as the excitement of a possible message from Gojo dissipated as quickly as it came. Though you two weren't officially dating, you definitely had had something going on for awhile; from weekly hangouts (that in reality were nameless dates or hookups) to the constant chatting on the phone or work visits, things were going great as you got closer to the charismatic yet mysterious man.

Or at least, that was the case until nearly a month ago, when Gojo vanished from your life from one day to the next. Fighting your fear of appearing clingy, you had let him be, assuming it probably had to do with his work he never talked to you about. Growing worried, you messaged him a couples weeks in but to no avail, and since the work visits and encounters with Gojo had stopped abruptly, you hadn’t heard from him again.

Though you didn't let it show, you couldn't help to feel dissapointed, thinking that he probably just got bored and ghosted you. You shook your head to get out of the trance you were in, focusing on the screen of your laptop and letting your thoughts drown in the sounds of the busy café you were at. Little did you know that the very guy you thought now hated your guts was sitting at a secretive corner of the same café, watching from a distance.

Gojo didn't usually listen to Nanami, but for once he did agree that with a group of organized curses after him, being near anyone he cared for would only put them at risk. So although he wanted to see you, he resigned himself to watch from afar, praying that you didn't get over waiting and decided to move on from whatever it was that you two had.

Almost as if on cue, the sound of you giggling suddenly made him become alert, poking his head out from behind the newspaper he was holding up so fast that his glasses nearly fell off. There was no confusing it, that was your angelical, unique laugh, but who was the source of it?

Sitting at your table you smiled happily as you chatted with the waiter who had brought your order. Gojo, who was in the dark as to what it was you were so excitedly talking about, wasn't at all happy with the interaction once he saw it wasn’t precisely profesional. His jaw was clenching and blue eyes narrowed at the sight of the guy very clearly blushing as you looked up at him with those sparkly eyes of yours, laughing carelessly. He cursed under his breath, this spionage was just supposed to be a checkup on you, but now he felt like it was his mission to not let anyone get between you two.

A few hours later, he huffed as he declared the mission unsuccesful. After all, there wasn’t much he could do that wouldn’t betray his identity, so he just had to resign himself to watching you two chat and exchange numbers before you left for your apartment. Though in reality you were doing it just get Gojo out of your mind, he had no idea, so he proceeded to put plan B in action.

That night had started like any other, you were just sitting on your bed in a comfy shirt and sweats while you watched a show on your laptop, when a tap from your window made you look up. The first sensation you felt was fear, as there were fire escape stairs right outside your window and you were constantly concerned about the idea of someone climbing up to rob you.

Another tap woke you from your trance as you stood up and grabbed a shoe to throw at the possible intruder, not really knowing what else to do as you walked up to the curtain and slightly moved it to the side. “Gojo?” you said confused as the white haired man stood outside your window with a hood on, smiling ecstatically and waving (he was lucky his unique hair and eyes were distinguishable even with a hood on and the dim lighting from your room).

“Hey (y/n)! Can I come in?” You heard his voice through the glass as he pointed towards the locked handle. Suddenly feeling tongue tied you opened the window and he climbed inside, taking the hood off as you closed it after him. “It’s good to see ya,” he said with a smile. Was he seriously going to pretend he didn’t just ghost you for a month and then visited you at 1 in the morning by climbing up the fire escape?

“I have to say I’m kind of surprised,” you said at a lack of better words, scratching your neck awkwardly as he looked down at you with curious eyes, how could he not get it? “I thought you had ghosted me if I’m being honest.”

“What?! Never! You know I care about you,” he said dramatically as you just pinched your nose in response. “Gojo, you literally disappeared for a month and then come visit me in the middle of the night,” you explained what you already thought was obvious, earning a sigh from the guy in question as he deflated his chest. “I’m not stupid you know? Just, tell me what’s going on,” you stated sincerely as you looked up at his impossibly blue eyes.

That was the first time you had seen Gojo look serious as he scanned your face, thinking of a way to formulate everything so you’d take him seriously. “It’s a long story, but if you’re down to hear it,” he started, quirking his brow up at you. “I’ll get us some snacks then,” was all you replied before he followed you to out of your room.

Two hours later, you just blinked at Gojo who sat beside you on your couch as you faced each other, an empty bag of candy on your lap. He had been careful to go into enough detail so you know he was for real, but had left out the supernatural part for now since he didn’t want to scare you just yet. So for now he was a cop going undercover because a band of criminals was after him, hence his secretive and odd behaviour. “I swear to god if this is just an elaborate lie,” you said as you pointed your finger at his face as menacingly as you could, trying to hide the geniune relief and happiness you felt knowing he was still into you.

“When have I ever lied to you?” he asked as he grabbed your hand from in front of his face and rubbed circles into the back of it as he placed it between you two. He was desperate to be back on your good side, you knew him well enough to tell just from the look in his eyes. You let out the sigh you had been holding in as you look over at the clock by the table, his gaze following yours as he awaited your reply.

“It’s gotten late, I guess you can stay over if you want,” you said as you try to contain the smile that was tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Thank you!” he exclaimed, happy about having recieved a second chance as he launched himself at you from across the sofa and started peppering kisses all over your face and neck. You giggled in response, finally relaxing as you let yourself smile, unknowingly motivating Gojo as he thought back at the café from earlier, his hands becoming hungrier as he tried to touch every inch of your body and pulled you closer to him.

“I missed your laugh so much, you have no idea,” he said slightly breathless between kisses as he trapped your waist between his arms, finally kissing your lips where you felt his smile, “I missed all of you actually.”

“I missed you too, ya big goofball,” you said earning a chuckle from the guy as you ran your fingers through his soft locks, pulling him in to a deep kiss. When you finally pulled away for air, him practically on top of you as you laid back against the cushions of the sofa, he started lowering himself down again. “See? You don’t need to flirt with random waiters who hit on you, I’m more than enough,” he said barely above a whisper, probably too caught up in a state of bliss to realize he had said it out loud.

You placed your hand in his collarbone, holding him back as he raised an eyebrow at you in confusion. That’s when it hit you; “you mean the guy from the café?” you asked, making Gojo snap out of it as his eyes became wide as saucers, trying to recall if he had in fact said his thoughts outloud. “I- um- well,” he stumbled over his words as you couldn’t contain the amused expression on your face, this was probably the first time you had caught Gojo offguard.

“Satoru, where you spying on me?”

“(n/n) will you be my s/o?”

“wHA- Don’t change the subject! I asked first,” you exclaimed at his diversion as your face erupted in a dark blush, slightly darker than the one that appeared on the pale man’s face when he had been caught red handed.

“And I asked second!”

“I swear to god...”

“Ok but only because I wanted to see you! Please, I’m not a creep or a pervert, I just wanted to check on you and see if you were doing alright!”

Why did he even bring it up again? Wait, was he...

“Hold on, did you do all of this because you were jealous?”

“...”

“Satoru,” you said in a warning tone as he sat back up, you doing the same.

“Ok, maybe I was jealous, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t mean everything I did or say! I just, realized I needed you. So yeah, he was a factor in my decision to come see you, just one though.”

“Aww so you were jealous,” you teased him as you poked his cheek, earning an eye roll from the blushing man. “I mean if you wanna ‘aw’ just because of that first part go off, I guess,” he said pouting as your smile just widened.

“Well, if you still want my answer to your question; yes,” you said as you nervously looked anywhere but at him. “Huh?” That was his only response, and when you turned to him all you saw was him looking at you with clueless eyes.

“Oh, as in- So this means we’re official?” His face lit up the second he realized, putting his hands on your thighs as he brought you closer to him. “I mean, if you agre-”

You were cut off by his lips passionately and roughly pressing against yours, quite literally taking your breath away. Giving in to his excitement you let him pull you into his lap, straddling his waist as his hands found the small of your back.

“So I’m assuming, you’ll tell people who hit on you you’re taken now,” he stated once you broke apart for air, his forehead resting against yours.

“Satoru!”

After that night, his random visits became usual. You had no problem with his secretive behaviour and neither did he with you being out in the world being hit on by whoever, because you had each other.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading this, hope you like it! I just need some goofy Gojo fluff with everything that’s going down in JJK these past few episodes! I would really appreciate it if you followed, noted/liked this or maybe even requested something if you enjoy my writing, so feel free to do so <3