#announcing it in the middle of on going test is just really crazy

[dannyric333]

INSANITY

[dairy-farmer]

(cw: abortion mention, birth control tampering)

Started thinking about Bruce making a birth control implant that can be remotely switched off for Tim. Maybe he inititally justified it to himself that it would be a useful feature if he decided to market it (though subconsciously he is psychosexually aroused by Tim's fertility and potential to carry Bruce's children).

Of course he would never switch it off. Except.... Tim is popular. He always has a girlfriend of some sort, in addition to a dozen boys trying to catch his attention at any time (canon lol). It only gets worse once pubery hits Tim proper. Bruce is horrified to learn (through having no respect for Tim's privacy) that his little angel is turning into a slut.

After witnessing Tim being bent over and rawed by some jock or stoner one too many times (while spying on Tim 🤨) he decides that Tim needs to learn a lesson in responsibility. Actions have consequences and sluts get impregnated.

Of course Bruce will let Tim get an abortion after though! It's only to teach Tim that he shouldn't spread his legs for just anyone. He should only have sex with someone special... someone who Tim could accept marrying... someone who would step up when Tim inevitably gets pregnant...

Any day now Tim will come crying to Bruce and they will go to a good clinic together. Bruce will be there for Tim in the aftermath and comfort him. Teach him about what kind of man Tim should save himself for....

Bruce absolutely does not expect Tim to announce that he is now engaged and retiring from vigilantism at family dinner.

Bonus if the baby daddy that Tim marries is one of W.E.'s aging shareholders (specifically one Bruce loathes), or one of Bruce's Justice League colleagues.

oh my god ohmygod this is so GOOD!!!!! bruce implanting birth control in tim that he can remotely turn 'on' and 'off' is EXACTLY the kind of crazy, psychotic controlling sort of thing he'd do. of course he was never planning on turning it 'off' but he'd also not been exactly...transparent with tim about the fact that he COULD turn it off. tim was just under the impression that he had regular run of the mill birth control specially formulated and developed by bruce because of course bruce wouldn't trust anything he didn't personally make. bruce even personally implanted it. the moment tim got his period bruce had told him going on birth control was nonnegotiable, that he couldn't have tim stopping active duty because he'd been stupid enough to get knocked up.

more than once bruce had needed to 'fix' mistakes made by his other children. jason had thankfully never been sexually active, too jaded by his time in the street which was really a blessing in disguise in bruce's book. as for dick...he'd had his phase of playing fast and loose with a condom thinking he was cool and edgy and sticking a middle finger up to bruce by having unprotected sex.

bruce had covertly tested each and every woman until one day...one of them had turned up positive. she likely wouldn't notice for several more weeks and bruce couldn't have dick becoming unfocused so...he'd dealt with it. a quick painless injection in the middle of the night while she was sleeping and then a heavier than normal period that came early a day or so later and everything was fixed. either way dick learned his lesson a little later. a brief stint with the clap and a round of antibiotics and dick knew better than to run that risk again. he never knew just how much bruce did for him.

bruce had been expecting tim to be different. because tim was different. he was stricter, more disciplined, more committed to the cause than his brothers had been. the way tim submitted so easily to bruce...it was no wonder bruce had developed an affection for him.

the two of them went through hell together and often only had each other to commiserate with given that they were the only ones that took protecting gotham seriously. everyone else thought of gotham as a playground or some big and elaborate game.

not bruce. and not tim.

the others sometimes joke (perhaps with an edge of bitterness) about how tim is more trusted than them, more relied upon than them despite the fact that they've been working with bruce for longer. their petty childish jealousy they try to cover up is exactly why bruce chooses tim over them, because tim is more focused on the important things than bullshit like getting bruce's approval.

so yes bruce does hold tim up on a bit of a pedestal. how can't he?

tim keeps him humble. keeps him on his toes and on the straight and narrow.

so bruce feels an affection for him, maybe more than a bit of fondness given that bruce has stared down at the switch for 'off' on tim's birth control while his cock was in his hand. he'd be lying in bed, it'd be late and the manor quiet and bruce would be gripping his aroused cock while thinking of the tight stretch of tim's cunt when bruce had opened him up with a speculum to examine the entrance to his womb.

a little womb that would be open to house a baby at bruce's command, to house his baby.

tim's still far too young for such things, still only barely 17 but...bruce likes to fantasize of the day. of when he'll press into a pudgy virgin cunt and fuck tim stupid and dripping full of his cum.

that's what bruce thinks. until he snoops in tim's phone. bruce does it only semi-often. just to make sure tim isn't acting out or doing things he shouldn't. tim is staying over at the manor and sleeping off his return from a long mission and bruce has his phone and a plug to sync to his computer where a program will sort through it for him.

it's how bruce finds the messages and the pictures. tim sending photos of his bare tits and little cunt to numbers, some of which bruce recognizes and some of which he doesn't. bruce is even more horrified to find an app. its heavily encoded and a bitch to break through but bruce's programs are second to none.

it's an app that must be manually installed most likely through manual upload of a usb cable connected to a computer with the program. it's a....hookup app. of a sort.

certainly one that's not publicly available. and as bruce looks through the source code he recognizes the style and writing and design....it's a tim origional creation.

tim created an app for capes to be able to discretely hookup with one another. not only had tim created it, he was an avid user, rotating through the roster of users, arranging meet up times, sometimes even inviting people over to the manor when bruce (accompanied by alfred) were away on business.

bruce can feel his emotions bubbling as he see several profiles of heroes he works with. hal jordan is on there, posing smugly with his ring out like some everlasting frat boy. the things he text bruce's tim have bruce's stomach clenching with disgust.

the discovery is unsteadying. throwing into question everything bruce knows about tim. it also makes him...angry.

how dare tim disrespect his body like this? how dare he not value himself the way he should by sending any cape or person who asks a picture of his tits or pink little cunt?

tim was turning into...into...a whore. an honest to god slut.

where did he get that kind of bravery to go around acting like that? that's when the realization hits bruce.

this was his fault. his implant that he'd told tim would guarantee him safety from pregnancy.

all those messages he'd seen from tim telling others that he didn't like condoms, that it didn't feel as good with one and if it was okay if they did it without- that one message alone had gotten tim a lot of messages expressing interest in fucking him bareback like he wanted.

bruce is almost trembling as he holds a tablet with all the messages out on display. his gut is swirling with a mix of disgust and disapproval.

bruce can barely believe what he's uncovered even after spending hours reading messages and looking at the pictures exchanged.

so when morning comes and tim wakes up...bruce doesn't say anything. he doesn't confront him. he just watches tim stumble around the kitchen in a half asleep haze and trying to convince himself the uncoordination isn't due to superboy fucking tim the entire ride home from space.

bruce keeps watch for a while longer. standing back and waiting to see if there's any truth to the messages and to his displeasure... there is.

bruce watches from the security cameras of wayne enterprises as tim's 'late night at the office' is him spreading his legs for an older executive at W.E- one that had been around since bruce's father was on the board. and one that bruce had deeply despised because he hadn't been able to get rid of him.

and that's not the only time. tim meets up with and is fucked by another three people just that week alone. by the time the next monday comes around bruce has made his decision.

tim must be taught a lesson. must be taught the dangers and consequences of his actions.

allowing him to get pregnant would do it. allowing for him to slowly be filled with fear as he notices how he's gaining weight and growing a bump in his abdomen.

he'd learn his lesson for sure. he'd come to bruce sobbing and saying that he hadn't meant for this to happen and that he didn't know what to do.

bruce thinks of tim's tear streaked face as he presses the button to turn his birth control 'off'. and then he sits and waits.

he doesn't go through tim's phone or follow him around. he just waits. days and weeks later and he's telling himself it's be any day now. as the weeks start passing bruce finds himself growing the slightest bit concerned. afterall there's a window he needs to beat. both to visit a reputable clinic that can be paid to keep quiet and be discreet and also for the birth control to serve as a back up. bruce's specially designed device is more than 80 times smaller than an IUD, about the size of a pinhead and it can be remotely activated to terminate a pregnancy but only until the 14th week. after which traditional methods will have to be used.

and so bruce is growing concerned about tim's lack of reaction until...until dinner where all the family is gathered where tim clears his throat and says he has an important announcement.

bruce is not the only one shocked at tim's reveal that he's pregnant, engaged, and planning on retiring. but he is the only one winded at the realization that something has gone horribly wrong.

tim is glowing and happy and proudly toting a pretty and perfectly dainty ring.

'marquise princess cut diamond' bruce internally realizes. a bit of an older style, not often chosen nowadays. most people buy mass manufactured rings but tim's...bruce spies little twin rubies on either side of the diamond, pressed into the decorative band. and...that's a custom job. that's not cheap especially not if its a hastily bought ring to go along with the hasty engagement.

that ring cost money, serious money.

bruce's heart sinks as tim sighs out the name of that WE executive. the one old enough to be bruce's father. the one bruce couldn't stand. the one that had knocked tim up and was now marrying.

bruce can't get a word out. can't force himself to choke out a single congratulations like the rest of the family.

all bruce can do is sit there and think about how he may have greatly miscalculated.

[severelystrangewriter]

Holding Hands (Flufftober 2023 Day 6)

Pairing: kei “tsukki” tsukishima x female reader

WC: 906

Warnings: none

Summary: just a short and sweet scenario involving tsukki holding your hand

Note: there’s nothing really to add, no thoughts only tsukki

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Kei Tsukishima has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. You, him, and Tadashi Yamaguchi were practically inseparable growing up. So it came as no surprise to you when you started developing feelings towards Tsukki.

Being with the bespectacled boy was second nature to you despite his cold and calculating personality. What surprised you was how he reciprocated your feelings, having actually been the one to confess to you during your last year of middle school.

You accepted happily and thus began your relationship, which might not seem like your typical relationship to outsiders. He still teased you like he would anyone else, but don’t worry, you always served it right back to him.

To be completely honest, with the way you two acted, most people didn’t even know you were together.

And it’s not like you guys were keeping it a secret either, you were both just too lazy to “announce” it to the world. You both knew you were dating and that’s all that mattered.

Tadashi knew of course, and he was ecstatic for you both. In fact, he’s the one who would talk about it more than you and Tsukki did- always suggesting date ideas that he would inevitably tag along. It was kind of endearing.

You all were now in your first year of high school and you were a manager in training like Yachi for the Karasuno volleyball team.

“Hurry up! We’re going to be late for school!” You exclaimed to Tsukki as you both walked to school with Tadashi.

“Calm down, (Y/n/n). We still have plenty of time,” Tadashi reminded you, “What are you in such a hurry for anyways?”

“She’s just anxious about that test today. But it’s not like getting there early is going to make it happen any faster,” Tsukki rolled his eyes. Tadashi nodded in understanding.

“If we get there early, then I can go over those flashcards one more time,” You said like it was obvious.

“But you’ve been studying crazy hard this entire week!” Tadashi protested, “I’m sure you know everything by now.”

Before you could reply, Tsukki spoke up, “He’s right, you’ve done nothing but stress about it. I mean, you’ve hardly slept. Which is why I’m not letting you touch those cards when we get to class. Let someone who actually needs them use them, like Tadashi.”

“Hey!” Tadashi snapped.

“Are you trying to inhibit my academic career?” You argued.

“I’m prioritizing your mental health,” He countered.

It was then that you felt Tsukki slip his hand into yours as he tugged you closer to him, the both of you coming to a stop.

“Look at me,” Tsukki stared hard at you and reached out with his free hand to flick your forehead, “You’re going to do fine on this test. You’re smart. Stop worrying so much.”

You looked up at your boyfriend with wide eyes, he looked completely serious as if daring you to argue with him about it. But you didn’t. Instead, you found yourself nodding along, a determined smile making its way onto your face.

“You’re right,” You said.

“I know I am,” Tsukki replied, continuing to walk once more, this time with your hands interlocked.

Your smile grew, feeling a little lighter now thanks to Tsukki’s words of encouragement. 

~~~

School and volleyball practice passed fairly quickly, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You were ready to go home.

Tsukki must’ve been feeling particularly touchy-feely today because the minute you both stepped out of the gym he laced his fingers with yours as you walked to the corner store for a snack. It made your heart flutter because typically it was you who initiated contact.

“Hey guys- AH! Tsukki and (Y/n) are holding hands!” Hinata yelled when you caught up with the team at the corner store, pointing at your laced fingers. He bounded over and circled you two once, studying you both curiously.

“Well duh, they’re dating,” Tadashi explained with a knowing smile on his face.

“What?!” Came the chorus of exclamations from your friends.

“For how long?” Kageyama demanded with a suspicious squint, annoyed that Tsukki of all people somehow managed to get a girlfriend.

“Our one year anniversary is actually next week,” You smiled sweetly, giving Tsukki’s hand a squeeze.

“But… you’re so nice,” Hinata came to stand in front of you again, looking at you like you’ve grown an extra head as he scrunched his nose, “Why are you dating Tsukki?”

You offered a one-sided shrug, “Because I like him and he makes me happy. Why else?”

“How? He says super mean things, like, all the time and-” Hinata suddenly started cowering, being cut off by Tsukki’s glare and menacing aura.

“Like I said, he makes me happy,” You repeated, stepping closer to Tsukki and leaning into his side. He seemed to relax a little at your reassurance.

“Yeah, no, I’m not buying it,” Tanaka shook his head and crossed his arms, “Blink twice if you’re being forced into this relationsh- ow!”

He rubbed the spot on his head that had been harshly smacked by Daichi.

“We’re happy for you guys, really,” The captain said with a comforting smile of his own. 

You grinned back and after a little more chatting you, Tsukki, and Tadashi departed from the group to head home, with Tsukki’s hand snuggly fit into your own like the most perfect puzzle piece.

[ohtobeleah]

Congratulations on hitting 4K!

May I please request:

#PL1

Rooster, Smut - “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

Thank you so much!

Warnings: Mentions of possible breast cancer. No actual smut ahead. Roommate reader x Bradley Bradshaw ***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~**

You were supposed to meet Rooster at the Hard Deck after your appointment, but when you actually finished with the tests you had to get done–the shower back at your shared apartment seemed like a better place to break down than in the middle of the Hard Deck that would surely be teaming with Naval Aviators. 

“Y/n?” Bradley began to grow increasingly more impatient as he got no response from you. “Y/n, come on, open the door?” He groaned as he tried turning the handle. He knew it wouldn't work, that it wouldn't open the door that separated him from his housemate, colleague, friend and above all the love of his life. “You've been in there for over an hour, open the door?” 

Rooster could do all the knocking and all the begging he wanted but you were in too deep in the shower you were enjoying. Or just using it as a coping mechanism to ward off the impending doom you felt had been cast over you ever since you took those stupid tests. Whatever way you wanted to look at the situation unfolding–you still weren't going to unlock the bathroom door and allow Rooster to come on in and assert his unwanted opinion on the matter. 

“Cover up, I'm coming in!” Bradley announced as he picked the lock on the bathroom door, giving you approximately three point five seconds to do literally nothing as you stood in the shower under the stream of hot water and drank your version of a Gin Sour from one of your fancy cocktail glasses. To Bradleys surprise when he finally made his way into the bathroom you’d been in for the better half of probably an hour and a half, you had not done what he’d asked and covered up. “Holy shit–” He sighed as he brought a hand up to cover his eyes as they threatened to trail higher than up your very naked, very wet legs. “What the hell are you doing in here? Our fucking water bill is gonna be insane!” 

“I'm basking in the glory of my imminent death Bradshaw–” You mumbled as you took another sip of your cocktail. “Doctor Rodriguez told me to enjoy the little things, so here I am, enjoying what was a perfectly good shower until you started banging on the door.” 

“What do you mean imminent death Clov, I thought you were just going for a check up this afternoon?” Bradley questioned as he turned away to lean on the shower door, facing away from you so he could uncover his eyes from the palm of his hands. “You never showed at the Hard Deck and weren’t returning my calls so I came straight home–spill.” Bradley pressed. “What gives with the crazy ass water usage.” You took another sip of your drink and thought about if you really wanted to go into heavy detail with Rooster about your health, or the possibility of your not so good health. He was only your housemate. Your colleague, there was no commitment to care. He didn't owe you anything–but something in the way he so desperately needed to be in the same bathroom as you made you think he cared enough to want to know the truth. 

“You really wanna know?” 

“Absolutely–'' There was no hesitation in Rooster's voice, no regret in his tone or fear that you'd drown on for hours and hours. He just wanted to know if you were okay, if you were alright. Because unbeknownst to you, you were the love of Bradley Bradshaw's life. “Spill the beans Clover.” So that's exactly what you did as you placed your cocktail down on the little rack and reached out for your shampoo bottle. 

“I didn't just go in for a random check up–” Bradley could gather that much himself but you thought it may have been a good place to start. “I actually went to get a test done, with the oncologist that diagnosed my mum a few years ago.” Bradley also knew that much like himself, you had lost your mother too, but much more recently than he lost his. 

“Cancer?” 

“Brca.” You replied and Bradley remained silent as he turned slightly to watch your sudsy hair fall down your exposed back. He didn't dare look down to where your ass began to swell. “It's a gene, I went to find out if I inherited a genetic mutation from my mum that means I'm probably gonna die of breast cancer.” You scoffed. “Little gene might even throw in ovarian cancer, free or charge just to make sure I'm good and dead.” 

“And?” 

“I don't find out the results for a couple of days but I'm preparing myself for the worst, hoping for the best.” 

“I'm sorry–” All Bradley wanted to do in the moment was hold you, give you false hope and tell you everything was gonna be alright. He was pretty good at that. 

“Yeah, it's a tough break for me right.” You paused as you turned around, not caring enough about the fact you were standing before Bradley Bradshaw fully exposed with just the glass shower screen between you. “But you wanna know the real pisser though?” You asked as Bradley just stared at you like he was trying to process everything you were telling him. “There are two variations of the gene—if I have one, then eventually having children will reduce my chances of getting cancer, but if I have the other? Then well—it’s uh, it increases my chances.” 

There was no hiding the tears that had fallen freely down your cheeks as you washed the shampoo from your hair. As you closed your eyes and focused on the stream, Braldey started removing articles of clothing. His signature throw over hawaiian shirt, his actual T-shirt, jeans, boxer briefs and slowly opened the shower door. 

“My sister Casey got tested a few years ago, she has the ‘baby good’ kinda death gene, so she got her buddy Andre to knock her up pretty quickly.” It was then when you opened your eyes after rubbing away the tears that you saw Rooster now standing in the shower with you. Chest to chest, you didn’t dare look down. “My other sister Lauren, daddy’s little girl—is of course, clean as driven snow.

“You’ve never been tested before?” Bradley asked as he stepped a little closer, you handn’t asked what he was doing or told him to get the fuck out so he took it as his sign to persue on. Deciding to reach out and push some of the wet strands of your hair behind your ear before he settled in to cup your cheek. 

“Fuck no—why would I wanna know if I was gonna live or die?” You smiled softly and Rooster did the same, you couldn’t help but to look down at his chest, to his torso and quickly at his manscaped pubic hair. Fuck. 

“Can the doctors do anything? If you uh, have the ‘baby bad’ kinda gene?” Bradley asked softly as he rubbed the pad of his thumb across your cheek to grab your attention. “Because if they can, then know I’m gonna be there by your side every step of the way.” 

“Rooster, I don't need your sympathy.” You shook your head as Bradley brought his free hand up to cup your other cheek as he stepped you into the corner. “What are you doing?” 

“It’s not sympathy, it’s just the truth.” Bradley was quick to establish the fact before he leaned in to kiss you softly and ever so deeply. You couldn’t help but to melt into his warmth, his touch. “And I’m doing what I should’ve done alone time ago before you had the chance to scare the fuck out of me.” 

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” You bit Bradley’s bottom lip softly as he pulled away to look at you. Look at you real hard because you were everything he wanted and he needed you to know that before you eventually found out what Brca gene you had. 

“I’ve never seen so sure of something before in my life.”

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Leah’s 4k Celebration 🎊

[wambsgansshoelaces]

hiii!! i love your writing sm!! i was wondering if u could do like pregnancy headcanons with roman and if not that’s totally okay! have a good day 🫶

I love you anon!!! thank you for enjoying xx <3

pregnancy: roman

ᝰ you’ve been married a while when it happens

ᝰ and when it does you’re ecstatic

ᝰ you’d talked extensively about having kids; you’d both made it clear that you wanted them, but they were NOT going to be raised like you and roman were

ᝰ never raise your voices, never ever hit

ᝰ you want to do some big thing to tell him but you’re just too excited

ᝰ and you know he’d rather you just blurt it out

ᝰ so you do

ᝰ “rome!” you call, pregnancy test clutched behind your back

ᝰ “kitchen!” he calls back

ᝰ he’s in the middle of making you breakfast at the stove

ᝰ you go over to him and give him a kiss on the cheek

ᝰ you wait for him to turn entirely before taking the pregnancy test out from behind your back

ᝰ he half kisses you before realizing

ᝰ “is this…?”

ᝰ “yeah.”

ᝰ the minute you confirm, he tosses the test onto the counter and hoists you into his arms

ᝰ you laugh giddily as he spins you around

ᝰ you’re both laughing once he puts you down

ᝰ he cups your face in his hands

ᝰ it’s really happening

ᝰ he’s been so in love with you for so long

ᝰ he’s always known you were supposed to be the mother of his children

ᝰ his heart is bursting

ᝰ he peppers your face in sloppy kisses

ᝰ the first ultrasound, he’s there, of course he’s there

ᝰ he’s gripping your hand the entire time

ᝰ his knuckles are literally white

ᝰ “baby, it’s just ultrasound gel,” you tell him as he death stares the ultrasound tech

ᝰ he strokes the back of your palm

ᝰ the tech begins sliding the wand around over your uterus

ᝰ and there’s the baby!

ᝰ “healthy and growing,” the tech announces with a smile

ᝰ roman cries

ᝰ you take the sonograms home

ᝰ he takes one and frames it

ᝰ “it’s going in my office,” he tells you, thumb brushing gently over the baby’s head

ᝰ and you know it’s going to be put right next to the framed photo of you on your wedding day

ᝰ your pregnancy progresses healthily

ᝰ roman is the most attentive, loving partner on earth- your pregnancy only intensifies that

ᝰ he literally makes you your hellish cravings

ᝰ “baby, have you eaten your snack? you need to be eating five times a day,” he says almost every day

ᝰ he’s been researching

ᝰ he probably knows more than you

ᝰ as your pregnancy goes along, he starts laying around with you, head on your stomach

ᝰ he talks to the baby sometimes, peppering your belly with kisses

ᝰ it hits him when you start showing

ᝰ “you’re so gorgeous,” he makes sure to tell you constantly

ᝰ the gender reveal is just the two of you

ᝰ you don’t do anything crazy, it’s just some colored cake you’ve been craving

ᝰ it’s blue!

ᝰ you both cry

ᝰ but you know how important this is for roman specifically

ᝰ he’s going to give his son everything he never had

ᝰ he’s going to do all of the father son things his dad never did for him

ᝰ once your mobility gets limited, he refuses to let you do anything around the house

ᝰ he’c cooking, he’s cleaning, he makes endless amounts of time for just you

ᝰ he spends as much time as he can with you

ᝰ just so you’re both spending time together

ᝰ whenever you get sad or upset, he’s right next to you, holding your hand, kissing your cheeks, stroking your brow

ᝰ refuses to let you think you’ll be a bad mother

ᝰ “you’re the center of my universe, and you’ll be the center of his, too,” he murmurs to you

ᝰ you’re on the couch one night, and you can’t move to take off your socks

ᝰ it’s so frustrating; you can’t do anything for yourself anymore

ᝰ before you know it, you’re tearing up

ᝰ roman has a sixth sense regarding your emotions

ᝰ he peeks out of the spare bedroom you’re converting into a nursery

ᝰ “hey, what’s going on? talk to me, baby.”

ᝰ he slides onto the couch with you and presses a kiss to your cheek

ᝰ “socks,” is all you can say through tears

ᝰ he leans over and yanks them off, then chucking them across the room

ᝰ he pats his chest

ᝰ so you lean into him, stretching out along the couch

ᝰ he loves you so much

ᝰ and he loves your son just as vividly

ᝰ all of a sudden, you’ve gone through labor, and you have your son in your arms

ᝰ roman held your hand the entire time, cooing at you and yelling at the doctor when they refused to let you get an epidural because they wanted you to go ‘natural’

ᝰ you scoot over in your hospital bed, and he climbs in next to you

ᝰ he puts us arm around you, pulling you close

ᝰ he kisses your forehead, then your lips, then the small boy cuddled up to you

[medusapelagia]

Learning to Love 1

(Part 1, Part 2...)

This fic was supposed to be a pinch but in the end wasn't needed anymore so it collected dust in my Scrivener’s file for a few months. A HUGE thank you to @mystrade-lecroft that was my beta ages ago!

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve /Billy Tags: enemies to lovers, no upside down Words: 1117

Billy hasn't talked to Steve since the fight they had at Byers’ house, when he found his little step-sister alone in a stranger's house with the other two boys and Harrington.

There was a reason they were all there. Lucas and Max had gone on a little nerd date and the kid's bicycle got a flat tire so he called his best friend, Dustin, who called his best friend, Harrington, who picked them up with his car and drove them to the Byers’ to fix the bicycle.

Billy knows Max and he knows she may have gone with Lucas even if she was grounded just to piss him off, but his father wasn't going to listen to any kind of excuses so Billy had to defend Max's honor, she was his sister after all. It doesn't matter if they don't share the same blood, she is family now, and even if most of the time Billy can’t stand her, he was not going to let anyone put his dirty paws on her, ok?

That’s why he got so mad at Harrington when he lied to him about his sister. Pretending she wasn’t there when he could see her staring at him from the window.

They fought hard, and Billy took Harrington by surprise, crashing a plate on the side of his head and punching him in the face until he laid on the ground unconscious. Then he took Max's arm, who was still screaming something about him being crazy or some shit like that and dragged her to the car.

"Never do something like that again, are we clear?" He hissed in her face. And since that day she didn't, or at least if she did, she became sneakier. Billy doesn’t really care, the important thing is that his father is satisfied, and if Neil Hargrove is happy everyone at home is happy.

Does Billy feel guilty about punching Harrington? Maybe. But he did what had to be done and now the rich boy is keeping his distance from him and his step-sister, which is good. 

Nobody knows exactly what happened, everyone assumed that they had a fight about some girl and even if the chief of police insisted, Harrington didn't file a report against him. Billy should be grateful, a report on his record would not look good, but he wasn't wrong assuming that the pretty boy was going to do something inappropriate with his sister, well, step-sister. After all, he is the one who took her to that house in the middle of nowhere when he could have just driven her back home. It doesn't matter that Max probably begged the high school boy not to, Steve should have known better and drove her home the same.

Billy takes his seat at the back of the class. Hagan on his right is complaining about something Carol did during the weekend when the teacher gets in the classroom and announces that she is going to give them a pop quiz. Everyone starts to complain loudly, while the woman gives them the tests telling them that they should already know the answers and that the test is to help them get prepared before the final test.

Billy doesn't complain, he was always one of the best students in every school he attended so he is not worried at all. He quickly fills the test and gives it back to the teacher who smiles at him and tells him that he can go out to grab a smoke if he wants, but he has to get back before the class ends because she wants to talk to him.

The blond guy raises an eyebrow, confused, he knows he did well on the test, why did she ask him to get back to class?

"Nothing to worry about." She keeps smiling and Billy nods, going outside, the cigarette in his mouth as soon as the door closes behind him. The blond boy loves smoking, he loves everything about smoking; he loves the rituality of taking the cigarette, putting it in his mouth, taking the lighters, and inhaling.

The first drag of smoke immediately calms him down. It doesn't matter if he is fidgeting, or anxious, or scared, when he inhales the world stops spinning and all his worries and insecurities disappear.

Billy stares at the parking lot, wondering how he ended up in a shit place like Hawkins, where the more exciting thing to do is go to the quarry, stare at the cliff, and wonder if to jump or not.

After smoking the cigarette to the filter, Billy gets back to class. There are just a few students left and Harrington is among them, still sitting at his desk with a big frown biting his pen anxiously.

"Time is up. Please give me your tests."

Harrington sighs, reads the questions one last time, and gives the test back to the teacher.

"Could you wait for a moment, Steve?"

The boy shrugs, his arms crossed in front of him to protect him from whatever the teacher is going to say to him.

When the teacher has collected everyone's assignment the only two students in the class are Billy and Steve.

"So, Steve, I know you are having some difficulties this year, but even if you left the basketball team to concentrate on your studies, I must say that it's not enough. I think you might take advantage of some tutoring. And I think that you and Billy could be a good match. So I wanted to suggest to Billy to tutor you to see if this can help your grades, what do you say?"

The chestnut-haired boy glares at the other guy "I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson but Billy and I... we can't study together." 

"I'm not saying that you have to become best friends, but Billy is the class's best student and I'm sure he could help you. And some tutoring would be good for you, Billy. You are really intelligent but your behavior is a little bit... explosive."

The blond-haired guy nods, he knows that his behavior is not the best and that tutoring someone would definitely look good on his college application. But he also knows that he can't stay in the same room as Harrington, it would be like putting two lions in the same cage.

"Overcoming your differences could benefit both of you.” Mrs. Johnson insists “Would you like to give it a try?"

Steve shrugs and glares at Billy, "Whatever he says."

If Harrington thinks that he is too coward to accept the challenge he is fucking wrong. "At your place, tonight, after basketball practice." It sounds like a threat, and maybe it is.

[weird-is-life]

hi dear! could you maybe write bucky x short!reader and he teases her for it? just cute fluffy teasing you know ~ if u decide to do it, thank you!

Hi lovely, ty for this request!!🥰 I hope this is okay. Honestly, being a short queen would be great with Bucky🤧, warning: fluff, pet names, (0.6k)

It is no secret, that you are very short. And over the years, you have learnt, that sometimes it can be a problem.

Like it is right now. The light went out in the bedroom, more specifically the light that's hanging from the ceiling. And you don't want to not change it now in case you forget about it and later, when you will need it, have a problem.

Usually you'd have Bucky change the light bulb, but he isn't home yet, so it is up to you to do it. As you examine the height of the ceiling, you know you'll need a chair or two.

So the next thing you know, you are standing on top of a stool, that's on top of a chair. It's definitely not the smartest decision you've ever made, but what can a girl do?

In the middle of your 'mission', Bucky comes home. And when he finds you on that wobbly thing, his heart almost gives out.

"What the hell, sweetheart?" he immediately comes behind you, hand gripping your thighs to steady you.

"Hi, Bucky," you greet him, not really paying attention to his worried voice. And as you go on your tiptoes, the stool with the chair wobble dangerously. It is all it takes for Bucky to lift you up and put you safely on the ground.

"Hey...-," you frown at him, "why'd you do that?"

"You mean saving you from a fall, before you could break your neck?" he rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by your lack of worry.

"I was changing the light bulb and I almost had it," you scowl at him, "and it is perfectly save, I've tested it out."

"Why didn't you just wait for me, doll?" he groans, he doesn't want to come home to you doing this kind of dangerous stuff.

"Because I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself," you respond, as you try to climb onto the chair again. But you are not even one leg up on it, before Bucky is manhandling you away from it.

"Sweetheart, you are seriously trying to bring me a heart attack right now," he sighs and takes the new light bulb from your hands. It's a quick work and before you know it, the light is working again.

"Here, it's done," he announces with a proud smile.

"Don't be so smug about it, it's not my fault, that the ceiling is so high," you complain.

"It's not high...," he smirks, " you are just too tiny, sweet thing."

"I'm not," you protest, even though you know, you are, " the ceiling is just too damn high."

"Right, you aren't short, that is not the case at all, huh?" He teases you, hands squeezes your hips.

"Nope." You lie, trying to fight back the smile.

"No?," he raises his eyebrows," how come I need to get you everything from the highest shelf in the kitchen? Or how come I need to wipe the dust away on the higher bookshelves? Or how come i need to lift you up every damn year to help you decorate the higher part of the Christmas tree? Or how-"

"- fine Bucky, I give up, i think we both know the point was made," you frown some more at him and try to take a step back from his smart-ass.

"Oh come on, baby. I was just messing with you," he instantly pulls you closer with his hands on your back, "I love that you are short."

"Really? And why is that?"

"Because," he grins at you," I can easily do this." He kisses your forehead, he basically just starts to attack your face with kisses. And it is enough to bring a huge, warm smile to both of your faces.

If being short means, that Bucky will kiss you crazy, you can definitively live with it, and pretty happily, may I add.

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter)- Ch. 5: Royal Announcement

It’s been a few months since I first came to Auradon, and I must say I’ve managed to settle in fairly well. My ‘initiation’ that Chad had mentioned turned out to be me being bombarded by silly string in the middle of the night by the fencing team. I swear if it weren’t for Binx I would have jinxed them into croaking like frogs.

My magic classes include potion-making, antidotes and anti-don’ts, hexes, jinxes and beyond, and Goodness 201 (advanced goodness class). When I asked why I had to take a goodness class Fairy Godmother said it was “to prepare for distributing good deeds with our magic.” It’s just a bunch of please and thank-you's mixed in with helping the poor and needy, and in all honesty it’s the most boring class I’ve ever gone through. Fiona, daughter of Fauna (as in Flora, Fauna, and Merriweather) became my unapproved tutor. She’s constantly reminding me of what I’m doing wrong- and I’ve come close at least 5 times of cursing her perfume to smell like a skunk.

I also got to meet other, more friendlier students, such as Tiffany and Doug. Tiffany, daughter of Tiana and Naveen, is the best cook I’ve ever had the pleasure of taste-testing for! She definitely inherited her mother’s talent for cooking, and her dad’s talent of dancing. Every time I visit the kitchen she’s waltzing around whipping up some new recipe, and is always looking for test subjects.

Doug is just as good a friend. He’s my study partner, and basically knows every textbook cover-to-cover. Unlike Ben, Doug supports my ingenious prank ideas and sometimes comes up with his own ideas- such as letting a squirrel loose in Audrey's dorm. After ten minutes of her banshee scream I let Binx and Twilight chase the poor creature out. Audrey then appeared to see me as an important ally in regards to pest control and has become somewhat less bitchy ever since.

Right now we’re being taught about illumination vs flame spells. Hopefully I won’t set anything on fire this time!

“Now, instead of saying ‘illumincerate,’ I want you to recite: lumicious!” Fairy Godmother announces with a very enthusiastic grin.

“Lumicious,” we all chant in unison. Sure enough, a tainted pink light appears in the palm of my hand- and it’s not fire!

My success causes me to start clapping and cheering (something surely from my Mom’s side), leading to the others to look at me with confused stares. I try to calm down and go back to being quiet and discreet.

“Magica, Prince Ben has requested your presence,” I hear Jane say from behind me.

She appears to be nervous around the other magical students, so I quickly follow her out to provide some comfort.

“Don’t worry about them- their bark is far worse than their bite. You just need to know how to navigate a conversation with them without spelling them to sleep.”

Jane frowns. “Why would I do that?”

I snicker. “So you don’t have to talk to them.”

She gets the joke and gives a carefree laugh. “I wish I was as good as being popular as you!”

W-What?

My smile twitches. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on! You’re, like, one of the most adored kids in the school, Magica! Everyone likes you. You’re so nice and helpful, talented…”

I see her face drop and I put a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, hey. Jane, you’ve got something I will never, ever have. I can’t exactly say what, but just know that you are very fortunate in the family department. I don’t want to be ‘cool’ or ‘popular.’ I never asked for that, and I don’t want it. So if you’re cool with me hanging out with you and hiding from all the snobby stuck-up princesses,” I give her a quick, tight hug. “Then I’d really appreciate it.”

Thankfully, my input seems to lift Jane’s spirits. “So, how’s it been being the Royal Advisor?”

I tilt my head. “You know, it’s kinda just a job that means saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to Ben’s crazy new ideas. Did you know last week he asked if we should try exploring the Trident Seas? I told him we should focus more on international matters before worrying about diplomatic expeditions. Seriously, Ben says he’s grown ‘more mature’ and ‘wise,’ but at times he’s still the scatterbrained boy I grew up with. A truly good heart, but not so much in the think-before-doing department.”

We get to Ben’s room and Jane leaves me to deal with the new appointment with the soon-to-be king. Inside, Ben is trying to stand still on a pedestal while the royal tailor measures him, although he’s much too fidgety to get any proper work done.

“Greetings, my liege! How might I serve thou?” I announce dramatically with a curtsey.

Ben rolls his eyes and gives an annoyed grunt. “Enough with the fancy talk, Sparks. I don’t have the patience.”

“Note taken. So, what service do you require from me today?”

“I’ve… kinda got a new proclamation. A royal announcement, if you will.” Ben points a finger.

I give the tailor a look of apology. “And… this couldn’t wait until you’re not as… occupied?”

“Ugh,” Ben groans as the tailor gestures again for him to stand still. “Another fitting, yeah. I can’t wait- it’s too important!”

“What’s too important?”

Just then, King Beast and Queen Belle themselves enter. I must admit, I’m surprised they’ve grown to like me in the past few months. One might say they’ve all but adopted me as part of the family.

King Beast shakes his head, smiling. “How is it possible that you’re going to be crowned king next month? You’re just a baby!”

“He’s going to be sixteen!” Queen Belle swats his arm.

While they do small bickering back and forth I take a moment to get out some paper and a fountain pen to write down any notes Ben has for me.

“I’ve chosen my first official proclamation.” Ben looks at me for support, and I give a warm smile. “”I’ve decided that the children on the Isle of the Lost be given a chance to live here in Auradon.”

Wait- what?

Did I hear that right? Ben’s requesting that more villain kids come to Auradon Prep? Not that I’m opposed, it’s just… I’m opposed! If supposedly ‘good’ kids like Audrey and Willow can be bratty jerks then I don’t even want to know what evil-rooted villain kids are like!

Ben’s parents seem to share my feelings, because they’re already arguing.

“Every time I look out there I feel like they’ve been abandoned!”

“The children of our sworn enemies, living among us?” Ben’s dad questions with steep doubt. “Magica is an exception, but how can you wish that kind of evil upon our kingdom?”

I’m… an exception? Um, thanks, I guess? But I must admit a part of me does feel guilty that I’ve been able to build a stable, ‘good’ life in Auradon while there must be other kids on the Isle that wish for the same thing.

“Everyone deserves redemption,” I add to help back Ben up.

Ben gives me a bright smile. “Exactly! Just look at how Magica’s come to terms with being good! She’s proven that a descendant from a wicked witch can choose to be good and helpful!”

This sends Ben’s parents looking at each other with nervous, anxious glances.

“Have you decided on which kids to invite first, or is it a free-for-all?” I ask.

“I’m getting to that,” Ben points to me. “Cruella de Vil, Jafar, the Evil Queen, and… Maleficent.”

Queen Belle gasps and King Ben’s mouth drops. “She is the most evil villain in the land, Ben!”

Ooh, Maleficent. From what I’ve heard, even my Aunt Winnie was afraid to tangle with the infamous dragon queen. Although not as big of a temper, Maleficent’s powers far surpass my family’s coven. Not that I’m afraid of her or her daughter, but I am curious as to how much Ben has thought this selection through. Cruella? Alright. Jafar? Why not? Evil Queen? A bit egotistic of herself but not everyone’s perfect. But Maleficent? One could say inviting any kin of hers is a recipe for disaster. I know he just wants to make his parents proud, but to what extent? In a way, he’s using these kids to prop up his image to make him seem more inclusive.

“We could let them stay for a semester and see if they can learn to fit in with our society?” I pitch. “I’d personally see to any magical mishaps.”

Ben gives me a thank-you thumbs up, while his parents are still stewing over the new idea.

“I suppose it would be a fresh perspective to invite other kids to the school…” Queen Belle thinks out loud.

King Beast still seems unconvinced, but says no rebuttal. “Very well. But remember, son, they’re your responsibility.”

I scrunch my nose. These are people we’re talking about, not dogs. Why are we acting as if they can’t think for themselves?”

“Well done,” Queen Belle whispers to Ben before she turns to leave with her husband.

Ben gives a surprised smile, but still seems unsure.

I walk up and pat his shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll make them proud. I know it. But I do have one condition for this new proclamation.”

Ben goes back to the impatient tailor. “What’s that, Sparks?”

I hold my head confidently. “Keep the charade that I’m an orphan. Don’t tell the new students I’m a VK. If they do plan on double-crossing us then I don’t want them to see me as an edge.”

Ben waves it off. “They won’t, Sparks. We’re offering them a second chance-”

“Yes, but even I have my doubts. Call it intuition, call it a foreshadowing spell, but I don’t trust anyone but my father and you. Don’t make me become torn between sides, Ben. I can’t promise I’ll be able to control my powers when extreme conflict breaks out.”

“Jeez, relax Sparks! You’re talking all mystic-magic like. It’s kinda creepy!”

I scoff. “Do not insult me by pretending to know anything about being cursed with this, Ben. You’re already the poster child for the good guys, at least give me leverage to be seen next to you as an advisor, and as a friend.”

“Aw, c’mere Sparks.” Ben wraps me up in a hug. “Don’t worry too much. You’re the best Advisor I could ever ask for, and you’re fitting right in!”

I smile. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

And maybe I can help these new VKs fit in too...

[scribblestatic]

I'm on my chubby izu brainrot fr

(tw fat shaming, as usual)

First Trial: 50-Meter Dash

Of course, the buff speedy guy, Iida Tenya (from the Iida Family!!) took the fastest time at 3.04 seconds. However, the other times aren't to be ignored. The girl with the frog quirk, Asui Tsuyu, finished in just over 5.5 seconds.

Some claimed to shave off several seconds of their middle school times, like the flashy boy, Aoyama Yuuga. Others only ran just a few seconds faster, if the times changed at all.

Then, it was his and Kacchan's turn. The two stretched before preparing to shoot off.

"So, you ruined my goal of being the only one from our shitty school to get into U.A.," Kacchan mutters.

Izuku cautiously glances over bent slightly to prepare for running. But Katsuki grins at him, eyes crinkling.

"But you're gonna get kicked out just as quickly. What a fun first you're gonna have, quirkless lard ass!"

"START!" the robot's voice announces.

Katsuki splays his hands and fires off, one of the explosions going off near Izuku's face. Although his eyes burn with the sudden brightness, Izuku shuts them tightly and runs with his eyes closed, waiting for stars to quit bursting in his vision.

Kacchan finishes in 4.13 seconds.

As he looks down at his hands, he mulls over how using both of them reduced his overall output. Curious, he glances back to see how far behind Izuku is.

To his mild surprise, he passes the robot with his eyes squinted open, a slight burn mark on his nose.

"6.69 seconds."

Izuku stumbles to a stop, rubbing at the burn on his nose as nervous sweat seems to come off of him in a nova. Moreover, unlike some of the others, he doesn't appear to be out of breath, simply breathing just a bit heavier than usual from exertion.

"Wow..." A boy with tape dispensers in his elbows knocks one against another boy with yellow hair and a black streak, a grin on his face. "He beat you, man."

"Am...am I really that out of shape?" the boy, Kaminari Denki, mulls, thinking back to his 7.38 second time.

But Ochako reaches over, patting his shoulder. She herself got a 7.15 second time.

"Don't worry about it. He's got crazy stamina!"

Just thinking back to how quickly he recovered after Recovery Girl gave him a kiss still makes her wonder just where he got all that energy from. She was down for almost the entire rest of the day just to sleep!

"Oh. Huh... Is that his quirk?"

"Uhm...I don't actually know," she replies, shrugging sheepishly.

"Hmmh..." Katsuki simply glares at Izuku before moving on, the chubby boy following after to rejoin with the others.

As they approach, Ochako waves at him in greeting. He sees her, his nose still red, but his cheeks soon join, and despite his still nervous demeanor, he waves back quietly.

"I'm so happy to see him here! As soon as we're done, I wanna tell him thanks!"

"Huh, thanks for what?" the tape boy, Sero Hanta, asks.

"Oh, uh... I kinda got in some trouble during the exam and almost got really hurt. But he rescued me from the zero-pointer!"

"Eehh? That huge monster robot? He confronted that thing??" another voice cuts in.

When they look back, it's Eijirou, though he laughs.

"Hah, sorry for being nosy."

"No, no, it's fine. But yeah! My ankle got pinned, and he ran into the dust cloud to rescue me! He was super cool."

"Whoa...that's manly as hell!"

"Yeah, no way I was gonna confront that thing," Denki admits. "I was fizzed out by that point."

The group continue talking about the exam as the next part starts. Izuku doesn't really hear them, going back to the quiet corner of the group with a boy, who, after some silence and sign language, introduces himself as Kouda Koji.

Second Trial: Grip Strength Test

From his constant work lifting and carrying heavy items, he had to strengthen his grip so he wouldn't drop anything. That thankfully translated well into positive results.

Izuku upped his middle school grip from 52 kgw to 95 kgw. Of course, he hears his result get completely overshadowed by two other people.

One is a tall boy with several arms attached with a membrane. Shoji Mezo pumps out a whopping 540 kgw. Another person, Yaoyorozu Momo, creates a mechanized gauntlet, pulling out an astounding 600 kgw.

Izuku looks down at his grip machine, dejected. But it's the best he can do so far. If he manages to not be last, perhaps he can improve his grip even more.

Third Trial: Long Standing Jump

Izuku doesn't even want to think about his results. Unless it's on a diving board, jumping has never really been his strongest suit.

He doesn't realize he surpasses about three or four students in his jump, making them anxious about their own results.

Fourth Trial: Sustained Sideways Jumps

Izuku hates them.

He almost wants to ask to not do them, but he knows better than to do that. After all, it's necessary to see where he is strength-wise.

However, when he'd done them in middle school, his classmates had always laughed at him. His belly and thighs jiggle with his movements, and they would have quite cruel things to say. The teachers wouldn't really do anything about it.

So, when it's his turn, he feels his heart clench, already thinking he hears someone whispering about how entertaining it's going to be. His hands tremble a bit, but he clenches them into fists, going to stand in the middle, waiting to start.

As he does them, he feels their eyes on him. He almost starts crying, but he holds it back, his face scrunched in mild despair the entire time. He manages to finish before the first tears start dotting his lower eyelashes, and he quietly shuffles back to the silent crowd, holding back a sniffle.

"Oh, are you okay?"

Izuku blinks, looking up at the pretty girl he first saw when he entered the class. Yaoyorozu Momo stands there, concern in her eyes. There's nothing cruel there, at least, he doesn't think so.

"Did you hurt something? We can ask sensei to--"

But Izuku shakes his head.

"N-No. I'm fine. Th...Thank you."

He sniffles again, managing a smile for her.

"Oh... Alright. Well, keep it up!" She balls her fists cheerily. "Do your best!"

His smile slightly shifts to something less put-on. It's...not often he gets encouragement from others. It's pretty astounding how instant of a salve it is on his heart.

"I...I will."

Fifth Trial: Pitching

Izuku watches in awe as Ochako's ball floats up past the stratosphere.

Yeah, there's no way anyone else is getting as good of a result as that.

As Izuku heads out to pitch, Ochako and Tenya murmur to each other.

"Midoriya's his name, right? He's not doing too well."

"He's doing okay, I think," Ochako hums. "I heard his grip strength was really good. I'm not so surprised about that."

"That's true. But he's not really done anything super outstanding. Most of his results are average or above average. I'm not sure if that'll be enough for him to stay."

"Hah!"

Katsuki shoves his hands into his pockets, grinning snidely as Izuku stretches his arms.

"He's just a quirkless fatass. You shouldn't expect too much from him."

That catches a few people's attention, the nearby kids perking up.

"Wait, quirkless? For real?" A short purple boy, Mineta Minoru, asks. "I heard the reporters talking about it, but I didn't think it was real."

"Oooh, so he's the kid they were talking about? I didn't even know he was in our class!" Ashido Mina laughs.

"Ehh, but...if I lose to him, I've really got no excuse..."

"That's kind of rude, Kaminari-kun," Asui Tsuyu ribbits.

"Eh...so...he's quirkless," Ochako murmurs, shock dawning in her expression.

He was quirkless during the exam, too. And despite not having a quirk, he was the only one who ran to save her. Tenya seems to come to a similar conclusion, his mouth open in shock.

"...Don't expect much from him, you said?" Momo asks, a slight frown on her face. "You don't know, do you?"

"Hah? Don't know what?" Katsuki grouches back.

"Well... His name is Midoriya Izuku, right?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

She looks over to where Izuku is, the boy glancing nervously at the crowd and sweating. A quick call from their teacher forces him to focus back on the throw at hand.

"I'm sure you've heard your ranking for the Entrance Exam. I'm not in those results as I got in under the recommendation exam instead. But if I recall...yes. I think you got second place, right?"

Being reminded of his failure, Katsuki's expression immediately sours. Shoulders lowered and anger clear on his face, he glared at the girl.

"Yeah, what of it?!"

Momo then points at Izuku, who is doing his throw.

His arm moves quickly, tossing the ball as far as he can. It touches down a bit away, though not as far as some of the other results. Still, for a quirkless person, it's quite far at 106 meters. It beats out several of the others, especially those without physically-enhancing quirks.

"He got first."

They all stare at her, so she clarifies.

"Midoriya Izuku got first place in the regular Entrance Exam."

It's quite as Izuku approaches the group, prepared to go back to the quiet corner again. But when they notice him, all eyes lock on him. Izuku squeaks, freezing up.

"...'You shouldn't expect too much from him.'" Hanta mocks quietly, covering his mouth. "Says the guy who got second place to him."

Beside him, Jirou Kyouka can't help but snicker.

But Katsuki barely hears them. Instead, all he hears is the blood rushing through his body, turning into a torrent of rage.

What the hell?

Who did this quirkless fatass think he was, coming in first? It was already implausible he passed in the first place, but he has the audacity to come in first?!

Katsuki was frustrated that he didn't get first place, coming in second. He vowed then that he would totally destroy whoever actually got the first place mantle to show them who really deserved it. For a minute there, he thought it was maybe Ponytail Girl was the one who beat him out, but she was some Extra Elite who got in through connections.

But he never once would've imagined the one who beat him out was that useless lard bastard!

His hands began to smoke. Then, he swiftly turns away, running full speed at Izuku.

The boy's eyes widen before he shuts them tightly, raising his arms to protect his face. That just irritates him even more.

"You shitrag! Explain yourself, Deku!"

He reaches out, ready to pummel him into the dirt. But pale wrappings suddenly tighten around his body, and his quirk, once thrumming under his skin, is suddenly dissipated, as though it was never there.

Katsuki grunts, the bindings pulling his head back and forcing him to shut an eye.

Izuku stays standing there for a moment, frozen up and waiting to be hit, until an irritated voice echoes over them.

"You."

All of the students look over to their teacher.

Eraser Head's hair floats ominously over his body, the wraps around his neck also hovering. He digs his fingers into the tough material of his capture weapon, eyes gleaming bright red. Indeed, concealed around his neck are the yellow and black goggles indicative of Eraser Head.

"I said you're using your quirks to test your limits, not to use it against each other," he says, his tone low and rumbling. "So what made you think attacking your classmate was a good idea?"

What the hell...

From the time they were four, no one stopped him when he went to whomp on Deku. Katsuki was better than him, so if Deku got in his way, the students and teachers let him do what he wanted. Deku was just a pebble in the road for him, just someone for him to step on and continue forward.

But the little bastard got it up in his head that he could cram himself into the sole of his shoe and carry himself forward with it. Now he's trying to detach from his shoe and fly forward, further ahead, using him as cannon fodder.

No way. No fucking way. He wouldn't allow it.

But his quirk doesn't answer him, Eraser Head glaring as his eyelids lowered.

"Pull this stunt again, and I'll expel you right here and now, saving everyone else the trouble. Understood?"

Katsuki flinches. Then, he stops pulling against the capture weapon, backing up. After a moment, it slips from around him, returning easily to Eraser Head with a light tug. Meanwhile, Izuku stares at the teacher with sparkling eyes, absolutely enamored by being able to see his quirk in action.

"Ughh...don't make me use my quirk unnecessarily," he grumbles, rubbing his eyes as his hair stops floating. He digs into his pocket and takes out eyedrops, putting one in each eye with practiced ease. "...Anyway, on to the next trial."

Izuku immediately goes to follow, though he flinches upon remembering Katsuki's there. He lowers his head and slinks around him, going over to the group. There, he finds himself surprised when a few students approach him.

"Hey, are you okay?! He didn't get you, did he?" an invisible girl, Hagakure Tooru, asks, her body language showing concern.

"That startled me, the way he just jumped out at you... Do you know him?" Ochako asks.

"Oh...uhm..." His face immediately starts turning red, not used to this sort of attention. "I...I'm...okay."

"Sensei was right to stop him," Momo huffs, shooting a glare toward him. "C'mon, we need to go to the next test."

"Yikes...that wasn't cool at all," Denki mutters.

"Jumping at a quirkless person like that is pretty bad, isn't it? I mean, as a hero, for sure," Sato Rikido murmurs, bending down toward a bird-headed student. While he doesn't reply by speaking, Tokoyami Fumikage hums his agreement.

Katsuki remains standing there for a moment before he grits his teeth, following after the others to the next test.

[luvvsisi]

Starter post PS rp.

It had been a crazy couple months, first Ansley and Endicott, covering up for her and dismembering the body, which he didn't even want to get started on how much he actually enjoyed it and how quiet his mind was during the whole thing. It was almost a relief when the case was officially closed and he had hoped for just a bit of a break to regroup but that was never in the cards for Malcolm Bright, it was always go, go, go, one crazy thing after another that would break him just that bit more. No rest for the wicked and all that. Now it was four inmates, including Martin running around causing who knows what kind of havoc and he would have been fine with just chasing them down and capturing them, but, another wrench, his father wasn't with them, another chink in the armor that was Malcolm's brain, though really he was sure it had to be made of aluminum instead.

It all came to a head when he was kidnapped, twice, became a criminal, again, and got away from almost being tortured, yet again...He was definitely not liking that pattern, but that was the least of his problems, right now he had finished tracking and capturing the Woodsman Killer and was now standing in the middle of the forest, dad bleeding out on the floor, bloody knife in his hand. It was Dani screaming his name that finally broke him. His brain taking over and telling his body to shut down and everything went black. He woke up a week later on a hospital, well, more like a fancy asylum for rich people, no doubt strong armed by his mother to allow him to be admitted. He went to run his eyes but found his arms and legs strapped to the bed. He groaned and let his head fall back onto the bed.

The moving around must have triggered something because a couple of nurses came in and started to look him over and running normal tests for someone who had just woke up.

"Can you tell me your name?" Asked one of the nurses. He tried to talked but his throat was dry and he let out a cough. A straw appeared next to his lips a second later and he took a couple small sips, automatically feeling better.

"Malcolm Bright" he said, rolling his eyes, even though he knew it was procedure, it was still annoying. The nurses looked happy though and he felt the restraints come off finally as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable, finally taking in his surroundings.

"How long was I out?" He asked.

"About a week...You were brought here and we couldn't wake you...The doctors figured you had a break and your body was protecting you...The doctor will be in shortly to answer any more questions" said one of the nurses before they walked out, leaving him alone with his thoughts and hopefully be able to actually sort through everything and get back to his 'normal' self.

"It just needs Gil's signature," Azalia spoke, sighing as she closed the file on the recently concluded case. Despite Gil being her father, she maintained a professional demeanor at work. Standing up, she walked over to Dani, concern etched on her face.

"Has anyone heard anything on Malcolm? I've been calling, but they won't answer me," she mumbled, glancing at her phone, perhaps unaware of her persistence.

JT, picking up the phone, broke the tension. "He's awake," he announced, hanging up as Azalia's attention snapped toward him. "If you hold on... or not," he added with a sigh, observing the girl leave the precinct. "She hated him like five months ago," he mumbled to Gil, grabbing his jacket and following the rest of the team.

Arriving at the hospital, Azalia wasted no time, signing the check-in sheet at the front desk. Swiftly locating Malcolm's room, she knocked twice, her relief evident as she entered. "You're awake," she said softly, placing her jacket on the chair. A light laughter escaped her lips as she watched the nurses tend to Malcolm. "I thought JT was messing with me."

Anxiously, she inquired, "Is he good? He's okay, right?" Glancing at the paper in her hands, Azalia sought reassurance about Malcolm's condition.

[starjxsung]

hi my angel! it’s so nice to hear from you again! i’ve missed you so much🫶🏻

a month kinda feels like forever sometimes, right? i’ve seen many stars and star shaped things and i’ve been thinking about your every time <3 and hoping that you’re doing well.

i’m so excited for the kitten video. i’m honored that you thought of me bc cat lady™️ is my brand! skz with kittens may just heal my life.

im picking up my wristbands for lolla at will call bc shipping was like $80😪 buuuut its beginning to feel so real for me too, it’s crazy. im really really nervous and excited. and im so excited for your ateez concerts too!! (pls send me some good yeosang/san pics pls i beg u). my bf got me two ateez albums for our anniversary but they still haven’t gotten here😪😪

ahhh for kdrama recs i’ve watched the tale of the nine tailed (because im in love with lee dongwook, it can be a lil bit too long sometimes though), it’s okay not to be okay and my demon! and i’ve enjoyed them, especially the last two! now im watching an anime named Nana (my sapphic dream💔)

im so sorry to hear the kitten story💔 it’s always so sad when they pass away, especially when it happens in your care😪 thank you for always helping the kitties out 💜 another cat gave birth at my grandma’s house and the kittens were very sick, only one of them survived and has an upper respiratory infection. but we’ve been treating it as best as possible. one of the older kittens stopped using his back legs and is currently at the vet receiving treatment to see if it’s any neurological disease or something. and im so so so sad about that too </3

as for the comprehensive exams, i barely studied because i have, what i suspect to be, ✨undiagnosed adhd✨ i passed one of them but the other one (which is a really stupid test in itself tbh. everyone was really pissed at that one bc it doesn’t really evaluate anything) was a hard fail😂 im not too stressed because i have a shot during next semester to pass it.

i,once again, am so glad to have heard from you <3 thank you (and momo, what a cute pic!!) for always rooting for me! my kitties and i are always rooting for you as well🫶🏻 i send you so much love from the middle of nowhere to the middle of nowhere. i hope you’re taking care of yourself too and taking time to do what you love at your pace🫶🏻

i love you bb! im here for you💘

-🐈‍⬛

STOP OMG I think of you all the time when I see anything cat related these days 😭 the love extends from me to you and back again like ten times over. I love you so so much

counting down the minutes until skz x kittens video. Jisung with kittens is going to heal me spiritually I just know it (though based on the teasers those kittens dgaf about any of them LMFOSODJFKFKDJ)

I cannot believe Lolla is so close like I swear we bought tickets yesterday??? And tour is going to be announced any day now im genuinely tweaking I need them to stay away until I save more money 😭😭 also I PROMISEEE to get the best Yeosang/San pics I am physically able to. I love you so much in my head we r going to every concert together and we have barricade seats.

Ahhhh I will totally check out your recs!!! I’ve heard so many good things about Nana and I bought a Nana keychain the other day despite not watching the show literally just bc it was so darn cute. Once I have my purse again I’ll post a good pic of it and if you like it I can buy you one & mail it to you !!! There’s a little boutique near my apartment that makes & sells them and they’re so cute you’d LOVE them

I’m so sad to hear about all the kitties :(( Momo had a respiratory infection when I found her and it was so sad watching her sneeze every 2 seconds and administering so many meds to her ☹️ I hope the RI goes away quickly and I hope the kitty with leg problems gets well and that it’s not a neurological issue, that’s so tough 💔☹️ thank you for always taking such good care of them, you’re such an angel 🫶💞

HEY you passed one exam though!!!!! That’s so major!!!!!!! You should be so proud of yourself my angel!!!!!!! Sending you all my love and I’m sure you can nail the other one on the second go around. Sometimes you just need a second try and that’s perfectly okay. You did your fucking best and that’s reason enough to celebrate ❤️💫

I love you so so much and I’m so glad to hear from you too my love. I get through my worst days remembering that people like you exist and I hope you’re taking the best care of yourself possible. precious cargo 🫶💫❤️💘💝 I love you !!!!!!!!! Pic of me and Momo (real):

[munsonology]

I saw the other pregnancy story and I raise you MY parents pregnancy story

My mom is a nurse who works labor and delivery. My dad is well...my dad? He is a former stoner who somehow got a job as a security guard and got on the straight and narrow (can't risk his job if they drug test him!). Anyways, my mom also did not think she was pregnant right away because she is also very irregular when it comes to her period. Her best friend just announced she was pregnant. My mom's friend joked "maybe YOU'RE pregnant too". My mom was like ???....!!!!

Went home and tested and bam. Pregnant. My dad was panicking slightly (my mom's favorite story is how she told him he was so ecstatic and happy and they cried and hugged and after they calmed down he immediately pulled away panicked and said "WE GOTTA HIDE THE WEED" and she replied "you haven't smoked for a year there is no weed" and he just went "oh shit yea" 😭)

Then when it came time for the birth, you aren't allowed to eat or drink anything during. Just ice chips. So her water broke at my grandparents and she was just chilling whilst my dad was like "OH GOD ITS TIME GET JN THE VAN" and she did and he was so panicked he was like "wait how do I get there from here". So my mom is giving my dad directions and he's like a ball of anxiety until he realizes "wait we're in the middle of town now and the hospital is the opposite way". This bitch gave him directions to a Dairy Queen because she was craving a milkshake and French fries and knew they wouldn't let her eat when she got there 😭. He is not happy and is mumbling threats at her but gets her the food and off to the hospital they go! They arrive and according to my dad she "strolls in, sunglasses on, almost finished milkshake in one hand and the other on her stomach, looking like a goddess". And her coworkers looked at her and all she said was "its time" and everyone was like OKAY LETS GO.

After three hours of waiting (labor had started but I guess there are different stages idk like the water had broken but it still takes awhile if its your first?) My mother, my beautiful amazing snarky mother looks at my dad who is now mumbling about how he should have picked something up at the dairy queen, and tells him to get out. YES!!! He is sitting there like 😟 and she says "oh its gonna be many more hours go get something to eat then come back, cause you are NOT eating in this room in front of me". And my dad being my dad is like no I love you im going to stay and she tells him that his favorite local family diner opened back up after it had been closed for renovations. Mom jokes you could see smoke from how quick he ran out of there.

My dad then says while he was sitting at this diner eating a burger and humming, his waitress came up and asked what he was doing there (he did not realize she was flirting at the time but my mom yelled at him that the waitress was). My dad's reply was "Oh my wife is giving birth right now 😃" and this waitress immediately scoffed and the other diner patrons turned to look at him andglares at him! He realized his mistake but he already dug himself in the hole. He paid and left an extra large tip.

He returned to my mom, who was sitting watching TV and grumbling about how long this was gonna take. 8 hours later, j was born

(Ngl I think the story is cute but those are MY parents ljke ew. But I can totally see all the Eddie fans go crazy so enjoy. I prefer Steve but dabble in some Eddie)

Thank you for sharing this! I loved reading it ☺️

I know I said fuck them kids the other day but I really do love pregnancy stories and kids!! I just don’t want KARENS assuming I have a kid or should’ve had one already 🙃 and I found out my cousin is pregnant again and I can feel my auntie’s head spinning around 😭

And your parents are so cute! AND DAIRY QUEEN 😭😭😭😭your mom is a literal queen for walking in the hospital like the baddie she is!!

And the entire diner judging your dad 😭 like they could’ve at least let him explain. I’ve seen some guys take a ps5 to the hospital and ngl I think I’d be playing too if I was waiting around for 16 hours to give birth I’m sorry 😭

My mom made my dad get her fish sandwiches and taco bell 😭 and it’s funny because I’ve never been to taco bell ever in my life. And she had really bad preeclampsia so she was admitted like right after the visit. I was like 3 weeks early so idk if they even had stuff set up yet lmaoooo

[halsteadlover]

Kisses and Bruises

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by @hereforhalstead: HI ITS ME XXXX Can you write one where a suspect flirts with you and pisses Jay off so he starts a fight and you bandage his wounds after?? You know we love the angst where he tries to act like he doesn’t care but he really does with your extra ✨spice✨. Love you bestie xxx

• Warnings: mention on rape, murders, just a tiny bit of spice.

• Word count: 5643.

• A/N: nothing to say honestly, that's shit like always 😭 hope you'll like this anyways, comment, like and reblog if you want. I love you all! 💕

“Guys we have a match,” you announced, walking to the rest of the team with the file containing the test results. “The DNA we found on each victim matches with Charles Foulger.”

You, along with your team, were investigating on a case of rape and killing of middle aged women. The man you were looking for had a preferential type: he mostly attacked wealthy women and that meant he was comfortable in the upper-class milieu, he blended easily with them and they mostly had brown hair and blue eyes. His modus operandi was always the same, he met them at some party or in some bar, he seduced them and then raped, strangled them and abandoned their bodies near garbage bins.

After months of investigating, you finally managed to find a valid suspect and this was Charles Foulger. He never cared about the DNA he left in the victims, because he knew, by not having his DNA in his CODIS, you’d never be able to link the murders and rapes to him. That was until then, when, during an interrogation, you managed to find his DNA from the edge of a glass from which he had drunk water.

“We finally got that bastard,” Voight commented “Let's go get him.”

You watched Charles Foulger out of the glass that separated you from him as he sat in the interrogation room with an almost smug expression on his face. He had his arms folded across his chest and he was incredibly calm for someone who was locked in an interrogation room.

Son of a bitch, you thought.

“Halstead, you question the suspect.” Voight's gravelly voice caught your attention. You brought your eyes then to Jay, your partner who was standing next to you, noticing how he was already looking at you instead.

He slightly touched - you didn’t know by mistake or not - his hand with yours and that simple gesture made you almost miss a heartbeat.

For a moment your head went completely blank, unable even to formulate a sentence with complete meaning.

Damn Halstead and the effect he always had on you.

The relationship you had with Jay was, well, a little hard to label. You had been a partner for almost three years and over time the simple physical attraction you felt for him began to turn into something more, something you didn’t know how to describe to be fair.

In the district it was no secret you were crazy about each other, everyone felt the tension and electricity between you two, whenever you were together everyone expected you to jump on each other at any moment. Everybody knew except the two of you.

“Halstead have you forgotten what I just told you?” Voight urged, casting a not so friendly look at Jay.

“No Sarge, I’m going,” he said and you tried to hide the giggle as you handed him the case file. You gave him a wink and Jay had to concentrate not to crash into the door.

He took a deep breath before opening it and entering the interrogation room.

“Finally Officer, I was starting to turn mold in here,” Charles said as Jay entered.

“It’s Detective and if I was you I’d wipe that stupid grin off your face,” Jay replied, sitting down at the table across from Charles and placing the case file on it.

“Why’s that, detective?” Charles asked, mocking Jay’s tone.

Jay didn’t answer right away. He opened the case file and one by one placed the photos of all six victims in front of Charles. He watched them for a moment before shrugging. “Never seen them before.”

“Maybe you just remember them like that,” Jay replied, taking photos of the corpses and placing them in front of the suspect. Jay watched his reaction and the way his breathing quickened slightly and his eyes widened almost imperceptibly, gave him all the answers he needed.

“As I said, detective, I’ve never seen these women.”

“Weird, because your DNA was found in all six victims. Can you explain to me how it got there?”

“The only thing I can think of is that I was framed.”

You almost jumped too when Jay slapped his hand hard on the table and stood up, approaching Charles. He wanted to intimidate him but that didn’t seem to work, in fact, he even seemed amused by that scene.

“This tactic doesn’t work,” you commented, your arms crossed over your chest as you watched Jay pursue the suspect to no avail.

“Why don’t you get that sexy cop who handcuffed me over here, detective?” suddenly Charles said, and those words made Jay’s blood boil in his veins.

He was talking about you, it was you who handcuffed him.

Jay kicked Charles’s chair so hard it knocked him to the ground. Your instinct was to go inside but Voight grabbed your arm, stopping you. “Wait.”

You sighed, disagreeing. You knew Charles was just trying to make him nervous and from the way Jay was reacting, that bastard was succeeding perfectly.

“Do you really think I’d let her get close to a piece of shit like you?”

“Well… She could certainly have fun,” Foulger replied grinning as he stood up. Jay grabbed him by the collar, pulling his face dangerously close.

“Listen son of a bitch…” It was Voight who interrupted the interrogation before the situation escalated, ordering Halstead to go out.

“Hey are you okay?” you asked Jay as soon as he walked out of the interrogation room, placing a hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him down “You know he’s trying to get into your head, don’t play his own game.”

Jay snorted and nodded. “Yeah, I know,” he only replied, continuing to look at that bastard beyond the glass. He didn’t know why he was so pissed off, but the very thought of that pervert approaching you made him so angry, he didn’t want any son of a bitch to look at you in any wrong way.

He couldn’t explain it but he felt a sense of protection towards you, you were maybe the only person he could kill someone for.

“Clearly it’s not working what do we do?” you asked Voight.

“Let’s take him to the cage.”

In the next few hours Jay and other team members kept questioning him about things, pursuing him to confess to the murders and rape. It was all in vain, the prison threats, the intimidation, none of it worked, not even the cage. And it was at that point that Voight ordered you to continue the interrogation, to try a more calm approach towards him so as to make him trust you.

“But look there if it’s not a heavenly vision,” Charles said as soon as he saw you come in and Jay turned his gaze on you, mentally cursing. You tried to keep a calm and confident attitude, ignoring the nausea that man was giving you. “What are you doing here beautiful?”

“Foulger you better choose your next words carefully,” Jay threatened him, ready to knock him down just for the way he was looking at you. You walked over to Jay and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“It’s okay, I can handle him” you told him in a low voice, giving him a little smile in an attempt to convince him everything was okay.

Jay wasn’t convinced at all but he knew to try and break through with Charles you both had to play the part of the good cop and the bad cop and at that moment it was your turn to be the good one. He reluctantly walked away, leaving you alone with Foulger but staying close enough to hear the interrogation and intervene if necessary.

“Let me take your handcuffs off first,” you said taking the key from your trouser pocket and releasing him. A shiver ran down your spine as you perceive the way that bastard was looking at you.

“So Charles, there must surely have been a misunderstanding about this whole thing,” you started “Let’s just talk about this so we’ll solve everything and you’ll be free okay?”

“Whatever you want detective” he answered, looking at you from head to toe and licking his lips. “You’re not afraid to stay here with me don’t you? They say I’ve done bad things.”

“What bad things Charles?”

“You know what bad thing I’m talking about love.”

“Are you saying you did these bad things?”

“No at all detective,” he chuckled and shook his head slightly. “You didn’t answer my question though.”

You let out a small, fake laugh. “No Charles I’m not afraid, because you would never hurt me, would you?”

He bit his bottom lip and grinned, almost making you puke on his shoes. “No detective, there are many things I’d like to do to you right now but hurt you is not one of them”.

Jay had to refrain from not going there and smashing his face after hearing that phrase. From afar he continued to watch him hitting on you and you responding to his advances in an attempt to get him to confess. And it went on like this for an indefinite time, Jay leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest as he glared at Charles from a distance and he hated it, he hated that bastard was so close to you, talking to you.

“Detective I was thinking, you know my name but I don’t know yours, I don’t think that’s fair.”

“Is my name important?”

“Oh very much, I’d like to know everything about you. When everything will be cleared I’ll definitely ask you out” he said, pushing his chest out and moving closer to you. You faked a chuckle, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear pretending to acting stupid. “Who knows how many you have dropped at your feet.”

“Not many detectives, just the cutest ones.”

God please give me strength. Who the hell falls for that?

“Let’s get this sorted out so you can ask me out and, who knows what my answer might be.”

Charles chuckled, a sinister grin on his face and nodded. “I am at your complete disposal detective.”

“So, as my colleague already told you, unfortunately your DNA was found on the bodies of these killed women…”

“Detectives as I said someone’s trying to frame me, I have nothing to do with these murders.”

“Listen to me, Charles,” you said, looking him in the eyes. “I know you didn’t do it, I believe you, but a jury won’t believe it’s possible. The type of DNA we found, you know, is particular, a type of DNA we only find in certain situations, if you know what I mean. I really want to help you but if you lie I don’t know how… Let me help you Charles.”

“Fine…” he snorted “I had sex with them but that doesn’t mean I killed them.”

Well, at least he admitted he had sex with them.

You continued to subtly ask him questions about the victims and then divert the conversation to something else but at a certain point he stood up, positioning himself in front of you and your heart almost stopped.

“You know detective, I’m tired of talking about those whores.”

You looked him in the eye, trying not to look scared as he tried to intimidate you. “And what would you like to talk about?”

“You,” he replied, taking a step towards you and God only knew how much you wanted to shoot him in the balls.

“What about me?” you asked smiling and tilting the head slightly to the side in a flirtatious way.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, I don’t.”

He nodded satisfied with the answer, moving closer to you. He bent slightly, so his face was close to yours. “You look like a woman who knows what she wants detective, in work, in life, in men. You’re looking for someone who knows how to satisfy all your desires.”

“And you think you can do that Charles?”

“Oh I know for sure I can sweetheart, you don’t have the slightest idea of how much I’d drive you insane. Those women… They were all like you, they wanted someone to dominate them, to make them feel alive…” he concluded with a whisper “I remember your nice colleague mentioned there were no cameras or microphones here, no one would ever hear me,” he continued, giving you a wink.

Is he seriously thinking about attacking a cop in a police station?

But before you could even react or say anything, Charles was no longer in front but lying on the ground as Jay punched him. You almost stopped breathing for a moment and immediately stood up, trying to separate them.

“Jay! Oh God!”

“Son of a bitch did you seriously think I was going to leave her alone with you?!” Jay exclaimed as he continued to punch him in the face. One punch for hitting on you, one punch for getting close to you, one punch for even thinking about hurting you. Jay seemed out of his mind, he didn’t even hear you keep calling his name over and over again, trying to stop him.

In a moment of distraction, Charles punched Jay in the face and the situation reversed, it was that bastard now punching Jay.

“For fucks sake stop it!” you exclaimed aloud, trying in vain to separate them. You weren’t strong enough to do that, not to separate two furious men fighting each other.

“What the fuck is going on here!” you heard Voight and never felt as relieved by his presence as then. Together you separated Jay and Charles, and while Voight held Halstead at bay, you handcuffed Charles and threw him back into the cage.

“Did you lose your goddamn mind Halstead?!” Voight yelled, slamming the door to his office behind him as all three of you entered. Jay’s face was sore, that son of a bitch had gone down hard.

“Sarge he just defended me, Foulger wanted to attack me and Jay prevented it,” you immediately responded in Jay’s defense.

“I don’t remember asking you a question Y/LN. I asked you a fucking question Halstead, I demand an answer!”

“Y/N is right Sergeant, I noticed the suspect got a little too close and I thought it was time to intervene.”

“Don’t bullshit me! Do I look stupid to you Halstead? Do you realize what you’ve done?! The whole case is compromised now! We’re lucking if he doesn’t sue the entire department and just because you can’t do your fucking job e let your feeling out of this district!” Voight exclaimed furiously, not even leaving you a chance to speak to explain the situation.

After that outburst from Voight, Jay was excluded from the case, although you tried a thousand times to get Voight to change his mind. You couldn’t help but feel guilty, it was your fault Jay reacted that way.

Following the fight with Jay, Charles was taken to hospital due to his broken nose and the situation worsened dramatically when he decided to sue Jay for excessive use of force.

It was nearly 8 pm and there was no one left at the unit except you who were filing the report on the incident with Charles. Jay had hardly talked to you after the incident, even refusing to have his hand and the wounds on his face treated.

He hadn’t replied to any of your messages since Voight had ordered him to go back home to freshen up and your thoughts couldn’t move from him, to how he was. You hated the thought of knowing he was in pain, especially when it was you he had hurt himself for.

You decided you’d end the report the next day, you didn’t want to be anywhere else but with him at that moment and that’s exactly why you found yourself driving to his apartment, after a stop to buy some beers.

You knocked a couple of times at his door before he opened it. Your heart broke as you noticed the scratches and bruises on his face, which he clearly hadn’t disinfect. An expression of surprise appeared on Jay’s face as he didn’t expect anyone to come visit him, especially you.

“Can I come in?” you asked with a small smile on your face, lifting the case of beer and showing it to him.

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter. “Why are you here?” he asked, taking the case of beer from your hands and going to sit on the sofa in the living room.

“I didn’t want you to be alone,” you answered sincerely, reaching for him “How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Hey look at me,” you said, noticing how he always tried to avoid looking you in the eye. He brought his eyes into yours and never before did your stomach tighten in a vise. “I’m so sorry Jay.”

“For what? It wasn’t you who punched me,” he retorted, almost jokingly.

“No, but you did it for me.”

“Y/N listen to me carefully,” he spoke in a firm voice, continuing to hold your gaze “None of this is your fault, if there’s anyone to blame here it’s that son of a bitch, not you.”

“Do they hurt?” you asked, pointing to his wounds.

“Only if I think about it,” he replied, giving you a small smile as you continued to look at him with a sorry expression. “I swear I’m fine, it’s just a scratch, nothing serious.”

“Why didn’t you disinfect them?”

He shrugged casually. “I guess I forgot.”

“Jay how do you forget to disinfect wounds? They could get infected.” You snapped and a look of confusion appeared on Jay’s face when he saw you get up and go to the bathroom. He rolled his eyes when he saw you return with the first aid kit. “Y/N that’s not necessary.”

“Yes, it is” you replied and from the way you were looking at him, Jay knew there was no room for objection. He sighed and sat on the edge of the sofa as he looked at you. You took a piece of cotton and poured some disinfectant before settling in front of him.

“You can come closer, I don’t bite,” he played, noticing how nervous you were.

C’mon Y/N it’s Jay, don’t act stupid, you kept telling yourself.

You weren’t sure why, maybe it was the way his green eyes sparkled so much as he looked at you, or his scent, but you felt like you were about to melt right in front of him. He didn’t take his eyes off you even for a second, as if he wanted to imprint every single detail of you in his mind.

“It’s going to burn a little,” you warned him, your voice low. He nodded and you rested two fingers under his chin to lift his head slightly for better access. Jay’s stomach did a flip and incredibly that contact of your fingers with his skin burned more than the disinfectant itself. “I’m so sorry,” you said, noticing the way he tried not to react as you cleaned the wound on his eyebrow.

“It’s okay, you’re not hurting me,” he replied, still looking at you. In reality he wasn’t very focused on what you were doing, rather on you, on the way you so carefully kept cleaning his wounds as not to hurt him, on the way you curled your lips slightly, a habit you used to have when you were focused on something. Having you this close wasn’t easy and in the dim living room light you were so fucking beautiful, it became almost unbearable.

“Jay are you listening to me?” you asked again, noticing he wasn’t listening to you in the slightest.

“Mmmh what?” he asked. Damn, when did you start talking? He hadn’t even noticed, enchanted as he was in looking at you.

You let out a little laugh, placing the used wad on the table and taking a clean one. “I asked why didn’t you reply to my messages. I was worried for you” you repeated as you began to clean his lip wound.

Damn it.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry… Well, I thought I messed with this whole thing…”

“No of course not Jay, I really appreciate you defended me but you know to be honest, I don’t like you have to hurt yourself.”

“Y/N, I’d take a bullet for you so don’t even say that,” he replied “Plus, you would’ve done the same.”

There was no need for you to even think about the answer because he was right, you would’ve done the exact same thing if the situation had been the other way around. “Yes, I would,” you replied with a small smile on your lips “But this doesn’t mean you exaggerated.”

“I know, but I don’t regret it, I’d do it again a thousand times” he replied, without the slightest hesitation.

“I’d rather you keep your job, it would be hard to find another partner.”

“Yeah very funny, you’ll have to go over my dead body before I’ll let you find another partner my dear.”

You laughed but stopped immediately when Jay’s face contracted into a pained expression after letting out a real moan as you pressed a little too hard on the wound in his lower lip. “Oh my god I’m sorry Jay, I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, hey it’s okay. It was just cold, you didn’t hurt me” he immediately said, seeing you freak out. He put his hands on your hips and only then you stopped, instantly freezing and blushing like a little girl. “It’s okay, you can continue”.

“Are you sure?” you asked, a little reluctant and not wanting to hurt him again but trying the hardest to not stutter.

“Of course” he smiled and that smile was enough to make a shiver run down your spine and make your heart skip a beat. Even more slowly than before, you started disinfecting the wound again, trying to ignore Jay’s hands that were still on your hips.

You couldn’t deny it, God, it felt so good, feeling his hands on you and your mind couldn’t think of anything else at that moment, except his fingers caressing you from above the shirt. You didn’t know if it was the heat of the apartment but the air suddenly started to heat up and pretending not to feel anything was extremely difficult.

You couldn’t believe how even a simple gesture like that caused such a reaction and you cursed yourself for it because you hated losing control of yourself, you hated how Jay managed to make you lose your mind so easily, you hated the effect he had on you. You hated it and loved it at the same time, because it was as if only with him you could feel so alive. He was the only one who could make you feel as if a fire burned inside you. No one had ever had that effect on you, no one had ever made you feel that longing for another person and you didn't know how to act or face it, trying to resist was so damn hard.

He was so fucking irresistible.

Jay, on the other hand, seemed on the verge of exploding, he had never put his patience on so much test as he did in that moment. He was aware it was wrong to feel those things for you, he knew it was not right to want you so badly because you were partners, you worked together, but it was also the only thing he could think about, whenever he was with you, his mind was filled with images of him touching you everywhere, kissing you and fucking you in every position he could think of and there was no way he could change that.

He knew keeping his hands on your hips and touching you in that moment didn’t help at all to calm down that desire he felt for you but he just couldn’t break away, he couldn’t convince himself to get away from you. God only knew how much he wanted to put his hands down and squeeze your ass until his fingers left marks on you.

“Why did you do it anyway?” you asked, almost in a whisper.

“What?” he asked back.

“Hit Foulger, I would’ve been able to defend myself from that bastard, you know.”

Jay thought for a moment what to answer but the truth was he didn’t know the real reason either. “Yes, I know. It's just that, I… I couldn’t stop. When I saw him so close to you I lost my mind,” he replied honestly, explaining as best he could what went through his mind in those moments. “I don’t know how to explain it, but just the thought of someone else putting their dirty hands on you makes my blood boil.”

His words almost made your knees so weak you feared you’d fall there in front of him. At that point you weren’t even cleaning his wounds anymore, you were much more focused on looking at him dazed.

“Anyone else other than you?” you retorted with a smirk, referring to his hands still on your hips. You almost stopped breathing as he squeezed you, instinctively drawing you closer to him and making you drop the wad from your hand in surprise.

Oh God.

“Exactly. I’m the only one who can do it.”

For fucks sake touch me.

You remained silent for a moment, your eyes continuing to alternate between his eyes and lips, thinking only and uniquely of how much you longed to kiss him, to feel his mouth on yours. The silence fell into the room wasn’t embarrassing, in fact, it was a silence that had never been as expressive as words. It was a silence filled with the desire, lust you felt for each other.

“Y/N don’t look at me like that” he whispered, sending a shiver through your body.

“Like what?” you replied as your fingers slowly and gently stroked his face, being careful not to touch the cuts and bruises. It was as if you were moving by yourself, as if you had no control over what you were doing.

“With those fuck me eyes. God you drive me crazy” he said, squeezing your hips so tightly in an attempt to vent the desire and frustration he felt. And you could feel it, you could see from the way he looked at you and touched you he wanted you, almost as much as you wanted him.

With your thumb you gently traced the edges of his lips meanwhile your mind did nothing but try to imagine what it’d be like to kiss him, to feel his mouth on you. Taking care not to touch the wound on his lip, you continued to brush your finger with his mouth and the way his lips parted at that contact almost made you collapse.

Jay closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sweetness and delicacy with which you continued to caress him. Your fingers felt like fire on his skin and never before he wished to be permanently marked, to be burned by you. When he opened his eyes and looked at you, the intensity of your gaze made him totally lose his mind, he no longer knew how to try to resist you.

“Y/N please stop, you have no idea what you are doing to me” he literally begged you. He hoped you were going to be the one with some common sense, the one who would stop him because, fuck, he couldn't do it.

You shook your head slightly, running your hand through his hair and then touching his lips again. “I don’t want to stop.”

And this sentence alone was enough to send Jay over the edge, making him understand nothing more.

Before you could even understand what was going on, he was already on his feet and his lips were already on yours as he took your breath away completely.

Your body reacted before your mind could do it and, without even thinking about it, you found yourself kissing him back with all the passion and strength you had. You surrounded his neck with your arms in an attempt to bring him as close to you as possible as the kiss deepened more and more. You sighed when you parted your lips slightly and he stuck his tongue in your mouth. His hand was in your hair as he squeezed it in a fist, the other on your ass as he groped it like if his life had depended on it. Never before you felt more alive than this. God, it was an indescribable feeling, almost comparable to a sudden fire or the explosion of billions of fireworks.

“Fucking hell you’re killing me,” he sighed as you parted to get some air and then gently grab your face in his hands “I won’t be able to stop if you don’t Y/N, if you want all this to end…”

Jay didn’t even have time to finish the sentence, you grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips on his again, effectively giving him the answer he wanted. You didn’t want him to stop, you spent so much time wishing this to happen, there was no reason you’d be able to stop.

Jay’s hands went all the way down to your ass and you almost moaned when he started touching it again. In doing this, he made his pelvis grind on yours and feeling his erection against you, you couldn’t hold back a moan, which drove Jay even more crazier.

“God yes, just like that. I want to hear you moan for me” he whispered on your lips as his fingers touched your pussy from above your jeans.

Your hands wandered all over your bodies as they tried to touch and explore every inch they could. By now you were both inexorably lost in each other, there was no way back as the excitement grew more and more.

You pulled away from him just to push him on the couch and sit on him. Jay would sell his soul to frame that moment, to see you in that state forever, your lips swollen and rosy, cheeks flushed, hair messed up and clothes crumpled.

“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” he said as his hands touched and squeezed you everywhere, his lips continuing to sow kisses on your face and along your jaw until they reached the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t even stand still anymore, you wanted him so much you were about to lose your mind. You tilted your head to one side to give him greater access and as his lips began to kiss and suck the skin of your neck, the silence of the room was broken by the sound of your sighs and moans. Your eyes were closed as you enjoyed that feeling and you would’ve given anything for him to never stop.

“Answer me,” he murmured in your ear. One of his hand went around your throat, forcing you to lift your head and look at him.

God, he was so beautiful it took your breath away.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked you again and you shook your head slightly, unable to think or form any words that made sense. He lifted his hips making his erection grind against you, making you escape a small moan. “That’s how beautiful you are, that’s what you fucking do to me every single time you even look at me.”

“God Jay… Please” you started to grind on him again, looking for a way to relieve the pressure and tension that were literally devouring you alive. He closed his eyes and slightly tilted his head back as little sighs and moans flowed from his lips. These were hands down the sexiest things you’ve ever witnessed.

“What do you want darling? Tell me.”

“You. I want you so fucking much…”

He barely gave you time to finish the sentence as his lips were already on yours, devouring you again in a passionate and lustful kiss. The air got thinner, only the sound of your kisses, your sighs and little moans resounded as you tore off your clothes with voracity and impatience.

He pushed down the strap of your bra as his mouth kissed, licked, bit every inch of skin he had access to, marking you like he never did before. “Mine, fucking mine” he kept whispering in your ear and that words alone almost made your heart explode as you kept moaning his name. He didn't even know it was possible to want someone so badly, so violently. His mind and heart continued a little battle internally, aware that what was happening shouldn’t have happened but Jay had now lost all ability to make any rational thought.

That’s the effect you always had on him. He couldn’t even explain it but whenever he was with it was like every words and every thoughts left his mind, he couldn’t think straight, you messed with his head like no one did before.

You on the other hand didn’t even know what was happening, how to describe that feeling, that fire inside you only Jay was able to ignite, but whatever it was you never wanted it to end. It was intense, made you completely dizzy, maddened, and you knew it was wrong, this didn’t even have to happen but you didn’t care, god, you wanted him so badly and for so long, you’d never give this up.

And just like this you found yourselves lost one in another, completely crazy about each other.

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A/N: i am so excited to post this fic, because it is a collab with @harrysfolklore !! it means that the story has a pair over on her blog, a blurb that features the instagram posts included in this fic! head over to her blog and check out her blurb as well!!

PAIRING: Harry Styles X Famous!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

SUMMARY: You're in a PR relationship with your long time friend, Pete Davidson. Hosting SNL along with Harry as the musical guest, you are hoping your fake relationship will spark some jealousy in the british singer you've been crushing on forever.

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“There, it’s out,” you grin at your phone, placing it to the coffee table, knowing well your socials are blowing up at the moment like never before, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

“Have I told you lately how crazy you actually are?” Pete laughs, sprawled out on your couch as if it was his home, but in a sense it’s him as well. Having been friends for over a decade, he comes and goes in your house like he owns it and you do the same at his. There’s no taboo in your friendship at this point. That’s why you asked him to be your PR boyfriend for a couple of weeks, at top two months.

“Um, excuse me? Is that how you talk to your girlfriend?” you ask pretending to be hurt, but he then pretends to throw up so you throw a pillow at him laughing.

“Stop abusing me, I’m helping you!” he protests, but can’t hold his laughter back as he grabs another pillow and attacks you with it.

He really is helping you in a lot of senses. Your PR team has been in your ass all month to get you to do something that would bring you attention with your upcoming SNL hosting and your next movie’s premier. You never liked these fake deals, but they do help with the attention, people go crazy for these stunts and most of the time they don’t even realize it’s not real. Like the time you were papped moving out of your exboyfriend’s place just weeks before the release of one of your movies when you were still happily living with him, or the time someone “leaked” some personal photos of you when your movie needed more attention, but of course, you handpicked all the photos from your own phone. The same is happening now with you and Pete pretending to be a couple, your fans have been wanting to see the two of you together for the longest, because apparently, there is no true friendship between a man and a woman.

Bullshit.

But they don’t have to know that and they are getting what they want now, just in time before you’ll be the next host on SNL with the musical guest as Adele. Then in a month, your new Netflix movie premiers, you’ll parade on the red carpet with your best guy friend, act like a couple and have a blast, just to announce your break up not much after. It will play out perfectly, though you have something else planned with your fake relationship.

Nothing gets a guy’s attention more than jealousy. While the world has been dying to see you with Pete, you’ve had your eyes on someone else. And that man is Harry Styles.

You religiously believe that there is no woman on this Earth who doesn’t have a crush on him. It just seems impossible. You remember watching videos of One Direction when they were still going strong together and you couldn’t take your eyes off of that one curly haired member with the pretty green eyes.

When you first started running in the same circles as him once you had your break through, you were on the edge to finally meet him at a party, an award show or practically anywhere. And then it finally happened, at the most iconic place, the MET Gala.

You still remember how his hand wrapped around yours when he introduced himself, the way he repeated your name when you said it, testing it out on his tongue, you were about to faint in the middle of the whole event. That would have definitely made headlines: “Young actress falls unconscious upon meeting Harry Styles.”

You ran into him a few times throughout the evening, but because he was one of the hosts, you couldn’t have him for as long as you wished. A few small talks, even a photo taken together and you went home with his smile stuck in your head, graved into your memories forever.

Since then, you have crossed paths a few times, but it never seemed like he wanted anything more than just a friendly relationship in the business, while you were crushing on him like a lovesick middleschooler since day one.

With this PR relationship, you are hoping to get him jealous enough to change all of that and get his attention. Is that petty and childish? Definitely, but you couldn’t come up with a better plan.

“You think Boyband will now take an interest in you?” Pete asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. He reaches for his beer from the coffee table as you cross your legs and hug the pillow he threw at you. He’s been calling Harry Boyband ever since you told him about your little crush on him and you know him better than to try to get him to stop doing it. He is too stubborn so you’re just living with it.

“If not, I’ll just jump at him next time I see him somewhere,” you scoff joking.

“Public sex, nice!” Peter grins and you just roll your eyes, grabbing your phone from the table. Opening up Instagram, you are pleased to see that people are going nuts about your post with your new beau. You scroll down the comments and like a few ones, replying to what some of your friends wrote and then close the app, letting them process the news, hoping that one particular British singer has seen the picture as well.

It’s been a week since you’ve started dating Pete and things have been going well. You’ve been doing the same thing you always do, grabbing lunch together, going shopping and hanging out, only this time you hold hands on the street and he kisses you sometimes, no big deal.

You’re not freaking out about it, because it’s not the first time. Years ago, you both got drunk and ended up having sex, but it was awful and awkward, at one point, you couldn’t stop laughing. You both promised then and there that it will never happen again and you knew that neither of you could look at the other one as more than just a friend. There was no chance any of you would catch feelings and a kiss on the lips is not the end of the world, you think of it as just another gig, a movie where you have to kiss someone you are not actually dating.

Your SNL promo pic went out a few days ago along with the announcement of you hosting. To say you’re pumped to be on the show is an understatement, it’s been a dream of yours for so long. Pete always told you he could get you an episode, but you told him not to. You wanted them to ask you, to want you because you were good enough and not because you knew Pete. The day has finally come!

What was weird is that you saw nothing about the musical guest. The announcement should have happened along with yours, but it’s been radio silence in that department.

You’re at Pete’s place when the announcement finally happens, but it’s not at all what you were expecting.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me Boyband is gonna be the musical guest in your episode,” Pete casually throws it in when you’re making dinner in the kitchen. He is sitting on the counter while you’re cutting the vegetables. The knife falls from your hand and you turn to him with a puzzled look.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He looks at you as if you had two heads, but you have no idea where he is coming from.

“Your little lover, he is gonna be the musical guest on the show. You didn’t know?”

“You think I would be this calm if it was the case?” you snap at him throwing your hands into the air. You love him, but he could be so stupid sometimes.

Pete shrugs and then turns his phone to show you the screen. Your heart drops when you see the SNL promo picture of him, posted to his Instagram, announcing that he’ll be performing at the next episode. Your episode.

“Pete, you’re on the show, why didn’t you tell me?!” you growls at him, checking if there are more posts, but it’s just this one so far.

“You think I pay attention at the meetings? I go there for the free food,” he grins, taking his phone back, snatching it out of your hands.

“What happened to Adele? Why didn’t they tell me about the change?” you throw around all your questions, still unable to process. You’re going to be on SNL with Harry Styles, your biggest crush ever.

“This is going to be your time! You can jump his bones on live TV!” Pete teases you, but you throw some carrots you just put at him.

“I think I’m gonna throw up. Like, actually.”

“Please don’t do that in my kitchen,” he grimaces. He is definitely not getting how serious this is. You won’t be just having quick little chats with Harry, you’ll be working with him on a full episode.

This is going to be your chance.

Harry is not big on using socials. He used to be, keeping full control of his Instagram, posting whatever he felt like when he was still in the band, but not so much in the past years. The photos going out on his page are usually posted by someone from his team, several people have access to the account and they make sure his profile is well-kept and professional.

However he still likes to snoop around on others’ profile.

From time to time he checks what’s been happening online, likes the pictures his friends posted and if he is feeling like it, he even comments on some of them, though this latter is a rare occasion.

He is having a late lunch at home when he decides to open Instagram and have a look at the buzz online. His promo picture for SNL went out just yesterday, he had to step in for Adele because she got the flu and she knew she wouldn’t be able to perform the way she wanted. Adele suggested Harry herself for the team on SNL and everyone loved the idea to have him on the show. A few calls later, it was all fixed and done.

And the most exciting part of it? That you’ll be the host, meaning that he gets to work with you.

Harry has been crushing on you since the first time he saw you acting in a romcom. He remembers seeing it with a few friends ages ago, you were a lot younger, playing a teenager and you might have been one at the time as well. He was in his early days with One Directions, very young and eagerly looking for his role in the world.

The movie was some no name, random film that didn’t really got too popular at the time, your break through came just a few years after that, but even in the terrible old movie, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Secretly, he followed your career all along. He has been your number one fan since the beginning and kept an eye on you at all times.

The first time he actually met you at the MET he was shitting his pants, to say the least. He knew you’d be there and when he was you in your custom gown, looking more gorgeous than ever, he felt like a nervous little boy, his palms were sweating and he thinks he talked a bunch of nonsense whenever he met you throughout the night. He was completely enamored by you and also so starstruck that he couldn’t even get himself to try to shoot his shots.

He felt like you were totally out of his league.

With you on his mind he wanders over to your page now as well. From time to time he likes to check what you’ve been up to and he loves your daring style in real life and on your social media profiles as well. You ooze confidence, giving away the biggest girl boss vibes.

You never disappoint him with your posts, but this time his stomach drops upon seeing your latest pictures.

One of them is not that big of a surprise, your SNL promo picture is looking as wonderful as he would have expected, but the photo posted before that is what knocks the breath out of his lungs.

You look as breathtakingly beautiful as always, but you’re not the only one in the photo. Pete Davidson is right there beside you and though Harry knows you’ve been friends with him for a long time, this picture is not a friendly one, especially with the caption underneath.

It’s a post that makes your relationship with him official. You are dating Pete Davidson.

“Fuck,” he growls, feeling like he has lost all hope to shoot his shots with you now that you’ll be working together. You even left a comment on his SNL post and it got his hopes high that this time he might not chicken out and make a movie. Well, that goes out the window now.

He is quick to fall down the rabbit hole, checking out more photos of the two of you, grabbing lunch together, getting caught leaving each other’s place and even kissing at a café. The bitter taste in his mouth just gets stronger with each photo he digs up from the internet, especially because fans are praising the new power couple.

He could throw a tantrum, jealousy is rushing through his veins right now.

Snooping around at an update account dedicated to you, he sees the latest picture of the two of you leaving some kind of event, it’s two pictures cut next to each other of you and Pete, so you didn’t leave side by side, but it’s obvious that you were together. His hand fists as he reads the comments and keeps zooming into the picture, loving the way you looked but hating that you were with another man.

And before he could stop himself, he likes the post.

“Oh shit,” he gasps and almost immediately takes it back, hoping no one caught the mistake, but then he changes his mind.

It’s just a like, he tells himself. You might never even find out about it. Not that big of a deal.

But you do find out about it. Because just a few hours after the like, screenshots spread around the internet highlighting Harry’s username in the list of people who like the post and one of these screenshots make it to Pete, who of course, sends it over to you right away.

PETE: Boyband has been stalking you ;)

PETE has sent an attachment

You open the picture he sent you and your mouth hangs open seeing Harry’s user circled in red, impossible to miss. But just to make sure it’s real, you look for the account yourself and opening the post you realize that it’s really there. He liked the paparazzi photos of you and Pete.

You have not had a private moment with Harry and you’ve been working on the episode for days. Okay, you don’t actually have much to do together since he only acts in one of the skits while you have to do three pre-recorded scenes and rehearse for three live ones along with your monologue, but you were expecting to see more of him.

The first meeting however was interesting. It was both awkward and funny, because you were wearing your costume for the skit but he was still in his own clothes and he couldn’t stop laughing at your wig.

“You look great,” he said, trying to hold his laughter back but he miserably failed. You play a mother in the skit, Pete is going to be your husband and your teenage daughter brings home her first boyfriend, but it turns out she is dating a badboy, aka Harry. He will burst into the room confessing his love for the daughter and then tries to charm you and Pete so you’ll let him date your little girl. You know it’s going to be a fun scene and you can’t wait for it to air.

All through rehearsals, you were catching him staring at you, your eyes meeting way more often than what you’d consider normal and he was especially observant when Pete was around you.

You sat through his rehearsals for his songs and were blown away by his talent of course. You wish you had time to actually talk to him after that, but you were dragged away before he could even come off the stage.

Now it’s the day of the show and on top of having your usual jitters because of being on live TV, you can’t stop acting like an awkward middleschooler around Harry. SNL just posted a picture of the two of you on Instagram just a few hours ago and now that you’re sitting outside the building with Pete, having a late lunch, you can’t help but scroll through the comments.

“Everyone thinks we look great together,” you sigh dreamily.

“I know, people have been shipping us forever,” he shrugs, thinking that you’re referring to him and you.

“No, I mean Harry and I. Look!” You hand him over your phone and he reads a few of the comments before giving it back to you.

“So now that you’re dating me, they want you to date him? I’m being thrown away!” he scoffs dramatically, but you just bump your shoulder against his as you lock your phone and go back to your sandwich that you’ve been trying to push down.

“I wish he thought the same way as the commenters.”

“Maybe he is in his dressing room right now, obsessing over the picture like you are. Or maybe he already has it printed and framed!” he teases you and you can’t help but laugh too.

“I will definitely have that picture framed,” you snort.

“I know. I know how crazy you are, so it’s not a surprise.”

“Shut up,” you giggle, not taking anything he says seriously. It’s a nice, peaceful moment before the madness settles in.

Your dressing room’s door flies open and you don’t even have to look there to know it’s Pete who just barged in.

“It’s shot time!” he announces, kicking the door closed, a bottle of tequila in his hands with three shot glasses. You finish applying your lipgloss and give him a puzzled look.

“Three glasses?”

Pete just grins at you knowingly and just right then, there’s a knock on the door and he calls out to the person on the other side.

“Come in, dude!”

The door opens again and Harry walks in, your mouth hanging open but you’re quick to mask your surprise. He looks gorgeous in his custom Gucci suit, of course, his hair done in a nice blowout, something you haven’t really seen on him and he is smirking at you playfully as he closes the door behind him.

“Is this where the before party is at?”

“Yeah! Come on, we’re gonna have some liquid courage, we all could use some,” Pete grins as he fills the three glasses and hands one to everyone.

“No salt and lemon?” you ask.

“Don’t be a pussy, we don’t do shit like that here. Just drink it, babe,” he grins and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at him.

The glasses meet in the middle, all three of you singing cheers!, your eyes meeting Harry’s as you all down the shots. The alcohol burns down your throat and you can’t push down a grimace at the taste of it, that lemon would have been nice to wash it out of your mouth.

“Oh shit, I’ve gotta run. See you guys in a bit!” Pete exclaims, totally just pretending to be in a rush, he even winks at you from behind Harry before running out of the room and leaving the two of you alone.

“So, we haven’t really had too many chances to talk all week, huh?” you start the conversation.

“It’s been crazy, yeah. But I’m glad we are finally in the same room without anyone trying to drag one of us away,” he chuckles. “You look gorgeous, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you,” you smile, feeling your cheeks heating up, but it’s just the shot, right? “You look great too. But you always do.”

“Is that so?” he arches an eyebrow at you.

“Well, obviously,” you huff and you start to feel nervous under his intent gaze. Is this his normal? Does he stare at everyone like this? Like he wants to devour them? Or is it just you?

Clearing your throat you grab the bottle of tequila feeling like you could use some more.

“Another one?” you smirk at him holding the bottle up.

“Are you sure it’s wise to get drunk before going live?” he chuckles, but doesn’t protest when you fill two of the glasses, Pete’s staying empty this time.

“Two shots is nothing,” you shrug and hand him one of them. “Cheers to us being on SNL!” you grin, clinking your glass to his.

“Yeah, cheers to us,” he smirks before downing the shot and you heart skips a beat as you do the same.

“Welcome! And thank you!” you smile around as the audience cheers when you walk out, the cameras rolling. The tight dress you’re wearing is stunning and you feel great in your skin, but maybe it has something to do with the shots you had not long ago.

“Thank you! I am Y/N Y/L/N and I will be your host tonight!” The cheering starts again as you wait a little, and when your speech starts rolling on the screen again you continue. “It is such an honor to be here tonight, it’s been definitely one of my dreams to be here and make a fool of myself. When I was contacted about the possibility of hosting an episode my first question was: “Did Pete show my nudes to the producers?”

The audience starts laughing again and you push down a smile as well.

“Turns out it’s not what happened. It wasn���t Pete, my nudes just got leaked. Anyway! We are in for an amazing show tonight, we have plenty of jokes and if things don’t go the way we planned, I can always just show my boobs on live TV, right?”

You don’t feel uncomfortable because of the jokes you’re making, the writers had you approve them very early on. You’ve been known to be the bold type, you don’t shy away from showing some skin or making some blunt jokes about your body or sex. Sometimes it’s even entertaining to see people get mad at you for them.

“Hopefully we won’t have to turn things into a Fifty Shades sequel, I wouldn’t be able to act upset if someone took me to a room like that, I’m way too familiar with those equipment.” This time someone even whistles along with the laughter. “I’m hoping to—“ you continue, but as planned you get interrupted by Kate McKinnon and the audience starts cheering. “Oh, hello, Kate!”

“Hi! Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve been trying to spice my Instagram up, I was wondering if we could take a picture,” she smiles, holding her phone up.

“Um, sure, but can it wait until after the show? I’m… kind of in the middle of something,” you say gesturing around in the studio.

“Just a quick picture! Please!” she begs and holds her phone up as she moves closer to you. Smiling at the camera you strike a casual pose before she turns to you.

“This is kinda boring, it’s not how you pose on your Instagram.”

“What… what do you want me to do?”

“Like, give it some… spice, you know?” she asks and then starts imitating the poses you usually do on your profile, only she does them even more dramatically while you just stand next to her, trying not to laugh along with the audience.

“Let’s just do this after the show, okay?”

“But—“

“Bye Kate!” you sing and push her out of the frame. “Okay, where was I? Um, I have no idea. But let me just introduce myself a bit more in case some of you have no idea who I am. I’m an actress, you most likely have seen me in romcoms on Netflix, but I actually have done some more serious stuff as well lately! Not many of you know this, but I was actually in Dune!”

At this point a picture is shown on the screens, a badly photoshopped photo of you posing in a bikini with a cocktail in your hand next to Timothée Chalamet and Zendaya in the desert. Then another one where you’re building a sand castle in the background at a fight scene.

“I understand if you didn’t notice me, I wouldn’t see anything else either if Timothée Chalamet’s sharp ass jawline was on the screen. But hopefully, tonight I will give a better performance.”

“Funny that you brought up performances!” Pete walks onto the stage, another round of cheering washing over the audience.

“Oh, hi Pete. What about performances?”

“Your performance wasn’t too good last night in the bedroom.”

“You really want to go there?” you ask pursing your lips. “Because you lack quite a lot in knowledge about the female orgasm,” you retort and the laughing continues until it turns into cheering and you know what’s happening. Harry has walked out to the stage. He stands on your other side, waiting just a few seconds for the cheering to die down.

“Did someone mention the female orgasm?” he asks and now you can’t hold back a chuckle.

“Everyone, give it up for tonight’s musical guest, Harry Styles!” you announce and clap along with the audience yourself as well.

“Thank you!” he bows a little with a smirk tugging on his lips. “So, you guys need advice on the female orgasm?” he asks.

“No, no, we’re good, dude,” Pete shakes his head but you scoff.

“Uh, excuse me, we are not good, dude. But I’m not sure if you’re the right person to turn to, Harry.”

“Come on, everyone knows I have a bunch of songs about this topic.”

“Are you talking about Watermelon Sugar? Because I don’t know what kind of woman you ate out who tasted like that. It’s not healthy, Harry.”

“Yours tastes like cinnamon rolls,” Pete adds with a shrug.

“Okay, okay, this is enough. Why don’t you guys just let me finish this damn monologue in peace?” you roll your eyes.

“Alright, see you soon,” Pete nods and bumping his fist against Harry’s, he exits to one side and Harry heads out on the other, leaving you alone on the stage.

“I’ll just keep it short before another man pops in unannounced,” you sigh dramatically. “Stay with us, we’ve got an incredible show for you tonight, I’m Y/N Y/L/N, your host tonight and you are watching Saturday Night Live!” you finish off the monologue as the outro music starts playing and the audience claps for you.

The show goes by in a blur. One skit after the other and whenever you’re not on the stage, you’re in hair and makeup, transforming into the next character. It’s crazy and hectic, but you love every moment of it.

And then the skit with Harry comes.

Everything is going smooth, the audience seems to be liking it and you haven’t broken out of your character either so it’s a win. According to the script, Harry bursts into the room, confesses his love for your daughter who is played by Cecily Strong. Then he would beg for you to let him date her, but Pete, aka the father throws him out. It goes as written on the script, the audience seems to be enjoying the skit and then they go wild when Harry appears.

“No! I can’t stay away any longer!” he exclaims dramatically and waits a few moments for the laughter to die down before continuing. “I’m here to do what I should have done a long time ago!”

“Who the hell are you?” Pete asks from next to you on the couch.

“I am your daughter’s boyfriend,” he states in a heroic pose and you have to give it to him, he looks hot in the leather jacket and Dr. Martens, his hair smoothed into a kind of style John Travolta had in Grease.

“Another boyfriend?” you ask with a gasp, since according to the scene she has brought a fake one home, one you’d accept in her opinion.

“No! I’m her real boyfriend! She just hired this little loser!” Harry grimaces.

“He is a prostitute?!” Pete questions.

“What? No!” Cecil snaps. “Matt, what are you doing here? I told you not to come here!” she cries out to Harry and running over to him, he takes her hands into his, kissing them passionately.

“But I just couldn’t stay away, I have to fight for what I want!”

“And what do you want?”

“I’ll tell you what I want, everyone to shut up so I can watch the game in peace,” Pete sighs, staring at the prop TV that’s not even on, but the audience can’t see that.

“I want you, Kate!” Harry continues, ignoring the comment. “I know we’ve only been dating for four days, but I can’t live without you! I love you, Y/N!”

Wait, what?

Everyone on stage freezes for a moment after the slip up and the audience gasps as they register what just happened. Harry was supposed to confess his love to Cecily, calling her Kate, but he ended up saying your name. Your real name.

It seems like everyone in the scene is too shocked, even Harry himself and your acting skills kick in.

“Y/N? Who is Y/N? See, Kate, I bet he is dating other girls!” you snap, turning the scene a bit around.

It seems to get everyone else going and soon, you manage to get back to the scene as it was planned, but all along, you can’t stop yourself from shaking inside.

The show finally ends, no other mishaps happen and you feel relieved as you say your goodbye and the whole cast gathers on the stage, congratulating everyone on the successful episode.

Everyone keeps coming up to you, hugging and shaking hands and you catch Harry’s eyes over someone’s shoulder. Without anyone else noticing you nod at him to follow you and you sneakily make your way to a hidden spot on the set, Harry following you right behind.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I have no idea what happened!” he apologizes right away, clearly, it’s been eating him away. “It’s gonna make the headlines, this is gonna get so messy!”

“I don’t care,” you say with a blank face. “Was there any meaning behind it?”

“What?” he breathes out with a puzzled look.

“Was it a slip-up because you actually have feelings for me?” you rephrase the question.

“I uhh, I would never want to ruin someone else’s relationship, Y/N. You and Pete—“

“Just fucking answer it!” you groan rolling your eyes. “Are you into me?”

He stares back at you, his jaw clenching before he finally answers.

“I am. I have been for a while and—“

You cut him off again, but this time, you put your lips to good use, pressing them against his in the dark hiding spot somewhere on the set of Saturday Night Live, the rest of the cast buzzing not far away from the two of you, yet it all fades into nothing as his lips start moving against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you close. Pushing you to take a few steps backwards your back hits the wall and you moan into his mouth as he presses against you. You feel like a teenager sneaking around with your boyfriend so your parents don’t catch you, only this time if you got caught you’d be labeled as a cheater and Harry would most likely become a home-wrecker.

Suddenly, Harry pulls back as if he got hit by electricity, his lips swollen and his eyes wide as he stares back at you in shock.

“Wait, what are you doing?! Pete is right out there, we… we can’t…”

You can’t hold back a laugh at his panic, realizing that you are supposed to be in a relationship.

“It’s fake, Harry. I’m not actually dating Pete,” you tell him and watch as his face falls upon hearing the news.

“What? Are you kidding me?”

“No,” you chuckle shaking your head. “It’s PR for tonight and my upcoming movie. We already have a date set to break up.”

“Holy shit, I got so scared, Y/N,” he admits exhaling sharply before he cups your face in his hands and kisses you again. “I was not in the mood to fight Pete Davidson at the after party,” he chuckles against your lips, making you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Don’t worry, he’ll probably high five you when he finds out about us.”

“So there is an us?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“You don’t want that?”

“Y/N, I have wanted it since I was like… eighteen,” he admits chuckling.

“You’ve been crushing on me all along?” you gasp with wide eyes and he just nods, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip that you can’t wait to go back to kissing. “That’s funny, because I’ve had the fattest crush on you since probably forever too.”

“Damn it, then we have a lot of time to make up for that we missed, huh?” he grins coyly and kisses you again. And again. And again…

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

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Scenario 2 (the dancing one I think) and taunter 17 with Right and Henry. I am aware this is ridiculous

Hey, I really had fun with this one so thank you for sending it in. My ask box is always open for anyone to flood it. 

I kind of did this outside the box with this one so I hope you'll don't mind and still enjoy it. It's not too serious here mostly comedic 

2) Why are you taunting me? Stop— stop dancing. We’re in the middle of a fight. 

17) “This is stupid. Goodnight.” 

Right grumbles under his breath. Already annoyed as this wasn't going anywhere as he'd initially planned at the start. 

"Why are you taunting me? Stop- stop dancing. We're in the middle of a fight" Announced irritably, Right couldn't believe his eyes at the outright goofiness of the clan's newest recruit, "As your trainer I need to make sure you're prepared for anything. So you can't be doing this" 

"I'm not so don't be so uptight, dude. Just relax with me and have fun. That's what I'm doing and it's working for me?" All the while Henry chuckled out seemingly not caring in the slightest, "And this is a test trail 'fight' anyways. Nothing serious here. Besides, it's working in my favor, isn't it? You can't manage a hit on me" 

It was true whenever Right attempted to throw a punch, the other man ducked out of the way in time with a quick, smooth move. The new recruit is an impressive dancer though his unique moves weren't Right's thing when it's being used against him it got annoying. Henry kept brushing up against him, hips swaying easily with the motion of the wind. Irritating as it was, Right impressed although wouldn't admit to it out loud when watching the man's body move like he weighed nothing in mildly peaked interest.

"Again. This is meant to be taken very seriously, Stickmin" Right exclaimed, eye twitching, frowning deeply when harshly jabbing his robotic finger into Henry's chest. 

"'Ey. What got you so tense? Maybe I can do something then to help you out?"  

"Actually listening to me and doing what you're been told would do me wonders. I'm trying to teach you how to fight" 

Rolling his eyes, Right didn't notice that Henry was walking towards him, a wide, knowing grin on his face then he felt it. A pair of smooth cool hands firm on his hips finally caused him to still. It'd positioned him to lean backwards, eye wide in shock upon getting stuck in an unstable stance as the recruit stood him above. 

"Hm. I could and I will. But this sounds so much better, dontcha think? I saw you were intrigued in how I moved back there. I can teach you if you want?" 

Remaining stiff, awkward, his arms now glued to his sides, Right gulped, unsure to what he should do as he glared over at the other man brushing his auburn red locks from his face,  "I. Uh" 

"The look on your face is cute, Red. I like it" Henry complimented. 

"G-get your. Hands off me" He says in a whisper yet he didn't make the first move rather stayed unmoving, "I. I'll make sure you regret it" 

"Don't seem too confident there?" While running his hands on Right's hips though the recruit didn't plan to go further leaning in, suggestively wiggling his brows, "You're not saying no to it? I can show you some of my moves, yeah? May help you in the long run. Though I can pull back. Stop this if you don't wanna" 

Turned silent, Right looked away, his sun-kissed, freckled face scrunched up in an unreadable expression. Almost like he was contemplating something he's unsure of. Henry's actions are subtle if politely asking for his permission to continue, to teach him to dance, and how to melt the pent up tension. His imagination then went crazy, Henry being soft with him, leading the way, nobody interrupting them as the thief would likely than not at the end pull him in which may lead to more. It made him want to relax for once, allow someone else to be there for him acting as a protective shield. 

"You're thinking about it, huh?"

The one-sided, not too serious argument was seemingly forgotten about by the pair until Right can vividly remember he lightly pushed the man away. Henry wasn't hurt, allowing him to steady himself while he grinned, hands held up to appear non-threatening. 

"This is stupid. Goodnight" 

Feeling his scruffy cheeks, running his fingers down he noted the obvious warmth became unbearable so he hadn't mustered up the strength to face the newbie when making his way to the door. 

"Alright. We can try this tomorrow. Night, love"

His whole face totally engulfed in heat at the pet name, Right immediately wiped his head around, opening his mouth to say something until deciding otherwise, he stomped out, melting into his jacket's collar he heard the man's roaring laughter in the background. 

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Would you mind making a head cannon of Steve interviewing his wife!reader on his podcast? (Maybe they were together since they were young or he was in jackass) Ty!

YES! I love Steveo’s podcast so this is a great idea I haven’t thought of!

Memory Lane

Steveo x wife reader

I sat on the bench next to my husband, watching as he introduced his podcast, and looked down at our hands admiring the wedding band I’ve had on since 2010.

“And as many of you know, I’m joined this week by my totally smokin hot wife, y/n” he announced, squeezing my hand. The guys at the front of the studio began asking us questions.

“When and how did you guys meet?”

I decided to answer, saying “well it was back before he was sober, back in 2002 they were test running some pranks on people for the first movie, and he was drunk and tried to pull one on me at my current job back then, I had no clue who he was so I called the police” I said laughing, as Steve and the others bursted out laughing too.

“God I remember that, Lance somehow lost the footage of it so we couldnt even put it in the movie but it was my brilliant idea to go into these liquor stores and just start an absolute crazy game of beer pong, it was me, Knox, Preston and Pontius. You were the cashier that day and I just remember how pissed off you looked seeing us grab a 24 pack and bring a whole table in the middle of the store” he said in between laughs.

“And then after you guys got the police to leave, you guys all came up to apologize and help clean up, but you came back by yourself later that night and asked me out” I told him, smiling and kissing his cheek.

The guys asked the next question, “So you two have been together since 2002? If so you’d be celebrating 20 years together this year right?”

Steveo answered, “yeah! We got married in 2010 but we’ve been together for 20 years in a month actually, I woulda married her sooner but I never wanted to make her feel like she was tied down when I wasn’t sober, hell if she had left me during those really bad couple of years I wouldn’t have blamed her” he said sadly, looking at me. I squeezed his hand and just said, “It was really hard, just seeing the guy I love the most become someone I knew he wasn’t, but it never once occurred to me to leave him, I knew he’d be able to get sober and I just wanted to be there for him”. Steve kissed my cheek and said, “thank you”.

The next question the guys asked was, “so y/n, you’ve been on set with the guys since 2002 practically, always watching them film and traveling with them, what’s your favorite memory from those times?”

“Well it didn’t take me long to get comfortable with the others, and now I consider them just as much family to me as my actual siblings are, and one of my favorite memories is just being there during the filming of ‘Jackass Forever’ and seeing them all getting to do that stuff again, it was really cool. But there was one night back when they were filming number two, we had gone out and I somehow convinced them to-“

“Baby, you said you wouldn’t tell” Steveo said, smiling and begging me to be quiet, already knowing what story i was gonna tell. The guys urged me to continue.

“I convinced them to go to a strip club with male strippers, That’s where Knox got that idea from for that scene in “Bad Grandpa”, but anyways, we got Steve to go up there and perform WITH some of the male strippers” I said laughing and adding on, “it’s always been some big inside joke between everyone, there’s just a lot of times like that with the guys and with him that I’m just never going to forget” I said, smiling genuinely at my husband, not regretting a minute of the past 20 years with him