#gonna beg my manager to let me go home early bc if not i’m going to fucking die

[prettyboywhump]

i’m going to fucking die

[patd--phan]

Wanna Be Yours

Pairing: Dadsbestfriend! Bucky (mid/late 40s) x reader (in early/mid twenties)

Summary: Y/N surprises bucky on a business trip and he promises to be hers.

Warnings: SMUTTY stuff (18+ only pleasee), unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), riding, teasing, significant age gap, reader takes charge, “Doll/sweets/baby/sweetheart”, some cute ass shit at the beginning and end tho

WC: about 3K im sorry I was really H*rny yesterday and I was unable to do anything about it as i was stuck in the car all damn day

Note: So I was really h*rny yesterday and this happened lol I’m sorry. Loosely based on the song wanna be yours-arctic monkeys. Also this will probably be the only smut I ever write bc I don’t wanna become an 18+ blog or make anyone uncomfortable (not that 18+ blogs are bad tho lemme set that straight, most of my fav blogs are)

PS thank you for the love on my first ever fic with Peter Parker x reader, it made me so happy that ppl didn’t think I suck lol ( and i guess i lied saying i would probably never write another one shot lol)

You do NOT have my permission to repost this anywhere, I will come for u if you plagiarize ok bye

It was no secret that Bucky liked to be in charge in the bedroom, and you had absolutely no problem with that. After all, he was older and more experienced; he knew how to make your body sing. But this week you were craving something a little different. Bucky had been away on a business trip all weekend and you really missed him, not just the sex (but I mean…) but just cuddling and talking to him about your day; you were feeling clingy. You decide to text bucky even though you knew he couldn’t answer right away because he was currently in a meeting.

Y/N: I mis youu :( when will you be back tomorrow?

You just wandered around your apartment for the next 20 minutes, casually checking your phone about every 30 seconds just in case bucky was able to sneak in a text. He finally replied after 30 minutes, right as his meeting was ending at 3.

Bucky: Hey doll, I miss you too <3

Bucky: unfortunately one of the investors this morning had to push their meeting to late tomorrow afternoon, so I’m not gonna be home until very late tomorrow night :(

Y/N: dammit :(

Y/N: well good luck at the pitch meeting tomorrow, I love and miss you <3

Bucky: don’t gimme that pout I know your making doll, ill see you tonight on facetime! :)

Y/N: haha u know me so well, and yes you’ll see me tonight ;) (but I still miss u)

Bucky: I know doll I hate it too, see you tonight. Love you <3

Y/n: love you too <3

You didn’t know if you could go until late Monday without seeing bucky. As you laid on the couch smiling sadly about missing your love, an idea popped into your head. He was only two and a half hours away, and he wouldn’t be back at his hotel for another 4 hours at least. Fuck it, you were gonna go drive to his hotel and surprise him. You couldn’t be away so long, you felt super clingy this weekend and you needed to be on top of with him.

You quickly ran around your apartment, packing an overnight bag and you saw the package that arrived earlier on your floor that you completely forgot about because you couldn’t stop thinking of Bucky. You remembered its contents e(a completely evil lingerie set) and threw it in the bag with a smirk on your face.

The drive to Bucky’s hotel felt like forever and you had to remind yourself to stop speeding because you were so excited. When you finally got to his hotel, you had to convince the manager to give you a key to his room, proving that you were the man’s girlfriend with several pictures on your phone which was slightly embarrassing because in almost every picture, at least one of you was half-naked. Worth it. You thought. When you arrived in his room you quickly went into the bathroom to change into a little black dress (with a surprise underneath). Then as you were sitting on his bed waiting for him, you realized it would still be a while before he would get back, so you decided to tidy up his things, packing his clothes and organizing his suitcase. Pleased with your work, you sat back down on the bed and looked at your phone for a while. You finally got pulled out of your Instagram daze when you heard Bucky’s voice in the hallway laughing at something a coworker said. You quickly threw your phone on the dresser, straightened up you dress, and sat at the edge of the bed with a huge smile on your face, giddy to surprise him.

As he turned the doorknob he was still looking behind him talking to the man. When he finally said goodbye and turned his head around, his eyebrows raised up and his jaw dropped, which was quickly replaced with a smile even larger than yours.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, running towards you and throwing his briefcase on the floor.

He picked you up in a tight hug and you squealed, legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

“I told you you’d see me tonight!” you said, still clung to him like a koala.

“W-what?” He replied, still in shock. Letting your legs fall back to the floor.

“I just missed you too much” you shrugged.

If any human could embody “heart eyes” it was Bucky at that moment- he’s such a softie for you. He pulled your face towards him and gave you one of the most loving kisses you’ve ever had in your life. You were expecting it to be passionate and rough, but it was soft, delicate and loving, and your heart melted into a puddle. After your lips parted, you gazed into each other’s eyes before being pulled up in another tight hug. You giggled and wrapped your legs around him again.

“I guess you missed me too huh?” you laughed.

“Oh doll, you have no idea.”

You wrapped your hands in his hair, massaging his neck and he moaned loudly.

“Mm, that feels nice.” He hummed.

“You tired baby?” you asked, he seemed like he needed some TLC (and you were ready to give it to him).

“I am so exhausted.” He replied, making you frown behind his back.

You slowly slid down his body, back onto your feet again, and kept massaging his head. He looked at you lovingly before looking around his hotel room, his eyebrows pulled in confusion.

“Did you clean up in here?”

“Yep, while I was waiting for ya,” you replied, smiling.

His whole face softened.

“Oh, I really don’t deserve you doll.” Making you smile and shake your head.

“Oh yes you do.” You replied making him smile and his heart flutter in his chest.

He pulled you in for another kiss, this one with more fire and longing in it than the last one. His large hands grabbed you ass to pull you closer to him and you moaned into the kiss. You pressed your body against him even tighter and ran your hands through his hair making him moan. You could feel his pants tent start to grow against you and you smirked and moved you lips down to the side of his neck making him groan.

You pull back and look at him, hard and eyes half lidded, it turns you on so much you feel your panties dampening.

“Hey Buck?” you whisper, lips mere inches apart.

“Hmm?” he hums in response.

“I have another surprise for you.” You whisper into his ear before pulling back to look at his face.

“What’s that, doll?” he whispers.

You smirk and step away from him, noticing the confusion on his face before you pull your dress over your head and throw it onto the floor.

Bucky’s jaw drops, making you bite your lip and smirk even more. This was gonna be fun.

“Oh, fuck me,” He groans.

“Oh, I fully intend on it, Buck” you smirk.

He just groans and starts walking towards you.

“Buck?”

“Yeah sweets?”

“Wanna be mine tonight?”

“Fuck, I’ll be yours forever doll.” He says, making you whimper. You pull him against you by his tie, pressing your bodies together.

Your lips crash and tongues swirl together fighting for dominance. Hands moving up and down each other’s bodies like animals. Bucky squeezing your ass so tight you know there’s gonna be marks.

You both pull back enough so you can shimmy off Bucky’s tie and throw it over his head before unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off him. You then sink to your knees and undo his belt quickly before slowly unzipping his pants, kissing the outside of his member though his pants making him exhale a breath sharply.

“Fuck” he breathes out.

You don’t want to tease him too much (yet) so after another kiss, you shove his pants off and lay down on the bed, his body caging you under him.

The passionate makeout session resumes with Bucky still hard in his boxers pressing against your clothed core. You suddenly remember what you wanted and pull back from the kiss.

“Wait, no” you whisper.

Bucky pulls back, confused and nervous he did something to hurt you.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers.

You take advantage of his confusion and roll him over so you were straddling him with a smirk on your face.

Bucky moans at your actions, core pressing tight against him.

“You said you’d be mine.” You breathe over his lips. Moaning as being in charge is giving you a whole rush of feelings and confidence.

You kiss him, and he lets you dominate the kiss this time, biting his lips and grinding on him. He bucks his hips onto your and you pull back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Bucky moans at your words as you start to kiss all the way down his body, leaving little hickies down his chest. When you get towards his boxers he thinks your gonna kiss his member or pull down his boxers, but instead you go back up his chest, licking a stripe from his belly button all the way to one of his nipples, up his neck, to his lips.

Bucky moans, loud. You give him one more kiss before deciding to stop teasing him (kinda). You quickly kiss down his chest again and then plant a few kisses on his aching cock through his boxers. He bucks his hips and is whimpering under you. Fuck, that turns you on. Your big strong boyfriend who could probably crush you with one arm, whimpering and practically begging under you. Your panties are fucking soaked and you don’t think you can deny your own pleasure too much longer. You pull down his boxers and his cock is throbbing and dripping precum.

“Shit” you moan at the sight.

You lick the precum off him and he gives a high pitched moan that goes straight to your core.

“Baby please, I- I can’t.”

“Don’t worry baby I got you.” You reply as you take his full member into your mouth, sucking lightly.

Bucky moans and bucks his hips into your mouth. You push them back down and suck a few more times before getting off of him. He looks worried for a second before you slide your panties off and straddle his cock.

“Still wanna be mine?”

“Always” he replies.

You sink down onto him, jaw dropping and eyes closing at the feeling. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to him no matter how many times he’s been inside you. You both moan as his whole cock is finally buried inside you.

“Fuck Bucky, you feel so fucking good in me.” You moan, starting to rock your hips.

“God, I’m so fucking wet for you.”

Bucky continues to give low moans as you start to ride him.

“Fuck baby, I love you like this.” He says, making you start to ride him harder, moaning at his words.

His hands come grab your hips to help you ride him faster, harder.

“Baby- shit I’m close already.” He pleads.

“All for me? Shit baby aren’t I the lucky one?” You moan.

Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten and he starts to fuck up into you. He was about to blow.

You moan loudly at the feeling. “Cum in me baby please I need it.”

After a particularly hard thrust into your wet pussy you feel him spilling inside you. He lets out one of those vulgar high pitched moans and grunts that make your brain short circuit and your eyes roll back while your pussy clenches around him. You feel yourself getting close, but you want to give him another orgasm, so you sink down on him fully and slowly ride him, hearing him whimpering and moaning. You feel him get hard in you again (thank you supersoldier serum) and you rock back and forth on him. You reach down to rub your clit, but Bucky sees it and swats your hand away, replacing it with his metal one.

“Oh fuck” you moan at the cool sensation.

You start to bounce up and down on him again, the knot in your abdomen building and heating up. You feel yourself close to being undone as you ride him and his other hand runs up your body and squeezes your nipple through your thin lace bra. You moan and feel yourself clench around him, making him moan.

“Fuck- I’m gonna c-“ you get interrupted by the white hot explosion of your orgasm. Your eyes roll back, jaw hangs open and toes curl as you feel that release knock throughout your whole body, making you shake. You let out those high pitched moans and whines that only Bucky makes you feel.

Feeling you clench around him and watching your completely fucked out face, you feel Bucky’s thick cock twitch inside of you, and you moan as you feel him release in you again. Fuck that makes you feel good. So good you can’t think or move and you start to collapse on top of Bucky, but he slightly catches you and lays you down on his chest, both breathing heavy, with his cock still inside you, cum dripping all down your legs and onto Bucky.

You can’t speak, can’t think, the pleasure totally ruining you. After what feels like forever, you feel your breathing start to return to normal, as does Bucky’s, and you feel his hand rubbing up and down your back, grounding you back to earth from wherever on cloud nine you were.

You hum as you feel yourself finally calm down.

“Holy fuck, doll” you feel him lowly whine in your ear. You can only moan lowly in response.

“Baby that was fucking amazing.”

“Mmhmm.” You hum.

“…but I think I’m gonna lose my mind if you keep clenching around me.” He chuckles.

“oh shit, sorry,” you mumble out. You try to push up off of him but the farthest you got was placing your hands on his shoulders before your body gave up on you.

“Oh my God, I can’t move” you whisper. You’re so fucked out, your body won’t respond to your brain anymore.

Bucky moans at your words and slowly rolls both of you so youre on your side facing him. He reaches down and pulls his soft cock out of your pussy, moaning when he sees a burst of cum leaking from you.

You moan at the feeling of him exiting your body. You look him in the eyes and give him a lazy smile. His eyes sparkle back at you and his hand comes up to rub your cheek.

“Mm” you hum at the feeling.

“That was fucking incredible” he says, making you smile wider.

“I’m not disagreeing” you quip.

He chuckles lightly before saying “you gotta do this more often.”

“What, surprise you on business trips?” you question.

“No” he rolls his eyes and smiles, “Well yes actually, but I was talking about you absolutely taking charge tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” you smirk.

“Fuck yeah doll, I don’t think I’ve ever cum as hard. You looked so damn sexy in charge.”

You look away from his eyes, shying at his words, but also they were giving you the confidence to look right back into his eyes and say “I agree” with a smirk.

“I love hearing those high pitched moans you make, It turns me on so much” you admit.

“You know, only you can get those noises out of me, doll” he chides. You blush and smile at him.

He chuckles and you bring his face towards yours and kiss him deeply, tongues meeting together. You both hum into the kiss as his hand rubs down the side of your body.

When you break the kiss, both of you needing a breath, he pulls your body towards him, resting your head on his chest. You hum in peace as he rubs your back.

“I love you so much Y/N” he says and you feel your heart absolutely burst in your chest.

“I love you so much too Buck,” you reply, lifting your head to peck him on the lips before placing your head back on his chest.

You lay in silence for a minute before your mind begins to wander again.

“Did you mean it?” you ask.

“Mean what, doll?”

“That you’ll be mine forever?” you ask. “I mean not just in the sexy way but that you’ll be with me forever?” you ramble out.

“God yes sweetheart, you’re the one for me.” He responds and you didn’t think your heart could explode anymore, but it just did.

You squeeze his shoulder with your hand before coming up to kiss him passionately again, almost crying at all of the love going though you.

“I promise I’m all yours forever too, Buck” you smile at him.

“Good,” he smiles back, and you rest back on his chest, eyes getting droopy.

“Night-night sweetheart.” You feel yourself smile in your sleep.

“Goodnight my love.” You reply, further cuddling into his chest. Bucky feels his heart combust in his chest. God, wasn’t he lucky to have you. He didn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he knew that he was going to assure you that you deserve the world every day for the rest of his life. He kissed the top of your head before falling into a deep sleep, content with his favorite person tight in his arms.

[tojisblunt]

RQ || STEP DADDY ZHONGLI.

REQUEST. Hmmmmm what about step-daddy zhongli? 🥵

AUTHOR’S NOTE. very short and vague but you know what i love this request so much i just had to

CHARACTERS. zhongli

+ includes. STEPCEST, big dick zhongli (again), daddy kink, squirting, cockwarming, creampie, unprotected sex, pussy slapping, mentions of a controlling mother

ZHONGLI AS YOUR STEP-DADDY...

a fucking menace let me tell you.

he came into your life four years ago, and now you’re in your mid twenties, so it’s safe to say that the two of you were close.

however, not the type of close that many would think.

yeah you call him daddy dad, but that’s normal!

what isn’t normal though, is when he sneaks into your room late at night to wake you with his hand stuffed in your panties, making you cum all over his fingers.

but you don’t know that.

your mom became controlling after your biological father had left; she wanted to keep you pure to prevent you from getting hurt by a man like she did.

so, she kept you inside as much as possible, never letting you do a bad thing ever.

but when she finally met someone who loved her for her, it unfortunately backfired on her.

bc now that said man is stuffing his fat cock inside the daughter she so wished to keep pure.

your mother is a stupid, stupid woman.

she constantly leaves home for work meetings, leaving you and your step daddy alone at the house. of course she doesn’t suspect anything, only because your daddy continues to give her the cock that you wish to keep for yourself.

and although you hate to let him, you have no choice, or else she’ll start suspecting—especially because she’s almost caught the two of you during the act multiple times.

whenever she would come home earlier than expected and you’re having your brains blown out by your daddy, it’s obvious that she would hear your broken moans all the way from the front door.

your mother had given up keeping you pure after hearing the first few times you and your daddy were going at it.

but she would only suspect that it’s a boyfriend you never told her about, because your daddy always manages to save the day and let her know that he was out, leaving him out of the list of suspects.

your amazing daddy. he’s not your real daddy, of course, but he treats you so well that he might as well be. he cares for you, buys you nice things, and even makes you feel good for whenever and however many times you want it!

just like now. your mother is once again out for a business meeting, but you for sure don’t have to worry about her coming home early as she had just left for a week long trip. you and your daddy are having so much fun!

zhongli is sat on the couch, man-spreading as his eyes are focused on the screen. your naked body, however, was pressed against his fully clothed one, cunt pulsating around his fat cock.

your head was pressed into his neck, letting out small whimpers every now and then when you feel his cock throb out of nowhere, hitting emphasis against your sweet spots.

“d-daddy,” you cry, wrapping your arms around his neck. “make me cum, please, wanna cum on your cock,” you beg, and zhongli sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist and turning you around.

you moan at the feeling of his cock being rotated inside you, and you swear you almost cum from the friction. zhongli now has your back against his front, your left foot resting on his knee while his right hand is holding your other leg open.

meanwhile his free hand trails down, feeling the bump of his cock on your stomach. “feel me inside you, baby?” he asks, and you whimper, nodding. you keep your focus on his hand, watching it trail down further to your convulsing pussy.

“daddy!” you whine, wiggling your hips. zhongli growls, landing a tight slap against your clit, causing your hips to jump and a cry to leave your lips.

“be patient, baby.” he whispers in your ear. “mommy is out for a while, there’s no need to rush, hm?” he says, landing one more harsh slap before caressing your clit, causing you to sigh and relax against his body.

“feels good, daddy...” you say hazily, head spinning from his cock throbbing inside you and his fingers playing with your clit. your head starts to clear up, however, once he starts moving inside you, constantly hitting your sweet spots and never giving you a break from the overwhelming pleasure.

“fuck, is my baby about to cum?” he asks, feeling your cunt tightening around him, signaling him of your upcoming end. “it’s okay, sweet girl, cum all over daddy, ‘kay? daddy’s got you,” zhongli continues to whisper sweet encourages into your ear, fastening his fingers on your clit to bring you closer to your much needed end.

“daddy! fuck! fuck! fuck!” you scream, using your hands to grip at the side of his thighs, arching your back and eyes rolling to the back of your head. “i’m cumming, i’m cumming, i’m cummi—!!!” you let out a squeal as your body starts to spasm, cum squirting out of your abused hole as you cry.

zhongli curses, feeling his dick tighten at the sight of you squirting all over his cock. he can’t help but keep moving, ignoring your pleads for him to slow down because of your sensitivity.

“fuck baby, do it again,” zhongli says, slapping your cunt as you cum, slapping every last drop out of you. at this point you’re screaming, because he keeps his cock moving inside you while his hands are slapping your sensitive clit.

you’re about to cum again, and he knows it. he can feel it, no doubt. after multiple experiences of you cumming hard on his cock, there’s no way he wouldn’t be able to tell when you’re about to cum.

and he was right, because the next few thrusts and slaps to your cunt lead to another orgasm out of you. you’re sobbing, tears streaming down your face as you squirt once more all over your daddy’s lower half and the couch below you.

your body feels so numb, but the only thing you could feel is your daddy’s dick throbbing as he cums inside you, filling you up to the brim with his load. you mewl at the feeling of your orgasm riding out as his cum fills you up, and your legs begin to shake and your pussy begins to spasm at the aftershocks of pleasure.

zhongli groans at the feeling of your cunt spasming around him as he dumps his load inside of you, but it makes the orgasm all the more better. he gives it a few minutes after the both of you come down before he begins to pull out, only to be stopped by you.

you turn your body to face him, leaning against his chest tiredly as you let out an exasperated sigh. “daddy,” you call out to him, and he hums in response. “daddy, ‘m tired.” you say, and zhongli smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek.

“then sleep baby, we’ll clean up when you wake, alright?” he gives you a soft grin and you return it before pressing your lips against his, making out with him for a few minutes before pulling away and falling asleep on his chest, not minding the feeling of his cock softening inside you.

doesn’t matter anyway, cause when you wake up, you know he’s gonna be hard again.

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[in-tua-deep]

Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?

UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao

so a crossover hmmm

First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers

So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them

In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!

End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future

Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long

Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell

Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece

But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again

So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him

So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.

Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk

Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.

(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)

So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere

so of course heroes get involved

Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion

anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years

"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."

"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.

"I'm 58." Five says.

"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.

"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.

"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing

on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not

though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing

anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal

on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens

Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on

Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?

RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c

Aizawa: no

Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"

nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"

honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this

Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point

also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."

I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.

i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo

but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"

"the what"

"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"

"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."

all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention

klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn

(klaus: your name is shimura nana??

all might: immediately dies choking on blood)

i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma

the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes

diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort

Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics

every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like

Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens

Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?

izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series

Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.

Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?

Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment

Mina: hell yeah game the system

they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon

Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."

Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"

deku: vanya we have so much in common

iida and uraraka: concerned noises

aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.

there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)

five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.

(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)

five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to

nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?

klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!

luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?

on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all

allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks

allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝

aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net

i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world

i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.

they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)

i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it

i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room

also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.

a teacher: why is a student in here -

Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult

nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"

five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"

anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny

[mellowswriting]

ambrosia

pairing || Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

summary || You’ve been having a hard week. There’s nothing Steve loves more than taking care of his girl. 

word count || 2,318

warnings || oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, soft!dom Stevie, slight degradation but like... sweetly? idk, unprotected sex, slightest breeding kink if ya squint, slight cockwarming

a/n || Hello yes it is I, the local harlot here to bless you with some smut and feel goods in a totally not self indulgent fic bc I was having a hard week.

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It had been nearly an entire week since you had seen Steve.

Normally, that wouldn’t have been a problem. Hell, there had been times where you didn’t see him for months when things got tricky on his missions. It was more the fact that in the time he had been gone, you had barely slept more than a handful of hours a night if you were lucky and the one thing that was like magic for your insomniac brain was Steve’s embrace. It all started when you accidentally stayed awake into the hours of the early morning. The muse had struck and given you the blessing of inspiration that quickly became a curse of not being unable to set aside your work until it felt just right. That wasn’t until three in the morning, of course. Then you napped the next day from the lingering sleepiness, effectively throwing your sleep schedule entirely out of whack.

Little things that usually would be a minor annoyance at best left you viscerally frustrated, each inconvenience building one upon another until you were left too overwhelmed to complete even the simplest of tasks. You managed to trudge your way through your other responsibilities, leaving you with only laundry and tidying the kitchen to concern yourself with but the pile of clean laundry that sat in front of you waiting to be folded felt impossible. Instead of feeling proud of how much you had already accomplished, you were angry with yourself for not getting more done. Tears of frustration pricked your eyes, which only made you feel even more ridiculous.

The sound of the front door opening and closing broke you out of your annoyed trance of glaring at the laundry basket and you quickly wiped the tears away when you heard a familiar voice calling from the entryway, “I’m home!”

“Hey,” You said, your voice cracking slightly as you greeted Steve as he paused to lean over the couch and kiss the top of your head.

“Are you okay?” Concern tinged his voice, his eyebrows furrowed on that pretty face of his as he studied your current state. Your mouth opened and closed, trying to find a way to say it without sounding pathetic but you couldn’t. Shoulders slumped, you leaned back into the cushions with a long sigh. “Oh, honey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I haven’t slept right in days.” You looked up at him with a pitiful look. “I haven’t slept right in days and I’m exhausted and I spent the entire day cleaning and the only thing I have left to do is this damn laundry, but I’m so tired, and -”

“Whoa, whoa,” Steve sat next to you to bring you into a firm hug, rubbing your back soothingly. If there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that your lover gave the best hugs. He made you feel like the only person in the entire world. “Let me help, okay?”

“What? No,” You grumbled stubbornly. “You just got back from a mission, Steve, you need to sit and relax.”

“It was just reconnaissance.” Steve assured you. “I sat in a car with Bucky for a few days and then sat in debriefings for a few more - the last thing I need is to be sitting around on my ass.”

“Language,” You teased gently, chuckling when he gave you a glare that held no real heat.

“Go on, get your book. Relax for a little bit and let me take care of things.” Steve’s voice had an air of finality about it. You knew that he took a special kind of pride in taking care of those he loved, so you listened.

There was no denying the relief that washed over you. The warmth of his presence next to you as he methodically began folding clothes and recounting some of the antics he had to deal with thanks to Sam and Bucky’s constant bickering helped some of the tension ease from your exhausted body. Not to mention just how good he looked - so good that you could barely focus on the novel in your lap. Sure, seeing him in his uniform was its own special kind of sexy, but there was something about those soft long-sleeves and comfortable jeans that felt… domestic. The sight of him with his sleeves rolled up as he took care of your mixed laundry made something stir in your belly.

“What else needs to get done?” He asked after he took the basket upstairs and put it all away.

“Just tidying up the kitchen,” You tossed the book onto the coffee table and reached up to him with grabby hands that you knew he couldn’t resist. “Plus giving me kisses.”

Steve leaned down with a little grin, balancing himself on one knee against the couch cushions, and kissed you deeply. The little moan he gave against your lips when you eagerly accepted the teasing of his tongue made you shiver.

“You taste sweet.” He whispered as he crowded you closer into the couch, both hands cupping your face in a firm but gentle grip.

“Had strawberries before you came home.” You held him close by the collar of his shirt, probably stretching it out but you couldn’t really give a damn when he felt so good against you. “Forget cleaning, it can wait.”

“Yeah?” Steve teased, his face mere inches from yours as he gave you those hooded, hungry eyes that made your stomach flip. “Whatcha wanna do instead?”

“You.”

The cheekiness of your reply made him snatch you up, putting that super soldier strength to good use with a desperate grip on the soft flesh of your thighs. It was far from the first time he showed off his strength like that, but each time made your stomach flip in excitement just thinking about all of the things he could do to you. You hooked your ankles around his waist, your arms keeping you steady where they wrapped around his shoulders as he marched you upstairs and into your bedroom to drop you onto the mattress. Your thighs rubbed together at the sight of him standing over you, the rise and fall of his chest growing faster along with the hunger in his eyes.

“You work so hard, baby. Let me reward you.” He purred, tracing your ankle where the hem of your leggings ended, and his face lit up at your desperate nodding. You whined at the familiar need tightening in your belly over the strength behind his hands as he pushed your thighs open wide, his fingertips ghosting along your covered pussy. “Such a good girl for me…”

“Steve, please…” You whimpered, desperately pulling off your leggings. This little game of his, the teasing and soft touches ramping up into hot needy fucking, was something you had no issue playing any other time, but right now you couldn’t handle the wait. Steve caught on quickly and helped pull the clothes away from your legs before he ripped his shirt over his head.

“So needy for me, huh?” Steve slowly unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs. “Shirt off and lay your head on the pillows. I’ll take care of ya, sweetheart.”

You scrambled to follow his command, not missing the smirk your obedience garnered. The softness of his domination was addicting, left you yearning to hear the filthy praise that dripped from his lips like the sweetest ambrosia that could cure your every ache. Steve followed you up the bed, his briefs the only scrap of clothing left on his body, but before you could admire how gorgeous he looked, his hand hooked around your ankle to yank you closer. A sharp, surprised laugh melted into a moan when he finally got his mouth on you. His tongue rolled against your clit without preamble, completely abandoning the teasing to give you exactly what you were begging for.

“Oh fffuck!” You bit out, your head falling back into the pillows as your hips jolt up, and Steve chuckled darkly as he set his forearm over your hips to hold you in place, his other hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise. You grabbed a handful of his short hair in retaliation, a delighted smile lighting up your face at the groan you got in return.

Fuck, he felt too good, knew your body too fucking well. You grew more and more wet with each pass of his tongue against your clit, your hips rolling in time with his ministrations as the two of you found a familiar rhythm.

“There you go, baby.” Steve encouraged as he eased a finger into your dripping pussy with a downright sinful groan, quickly adding another. “So fuckin’ wet for me.”

The dual pleasure of his fingers and tongue made you see stars, made your back arch and your thighs squeeze his head until your orgasm washed over you in a devastating wave. It wasn’t until you shoved him back by his head that he finally stopped his tortuous pleasure. The sight of him wiping the wetness from his mouth with the back of his hand still had your belly tightening with need.

“You did so good.” Steve murmured, pressing a kiss to your thigh, then your navel, kissing a trail between your breasts and up your neck until he met your lips. You moaned at the filthy act of tasting yourself on his tongue. “Look so pretty when you come.”

The combination of his praise and the not-so-subtle press of his cock against your thigh had you keening beneath him, your leg hooking over his waist to drag him close enough to grind against the bulge in his briefs.

“Feel that?” He practically growled as he rutted down against you shamelessly. “That’s all for you baby. Gonna stuff your pretty pussy full’a my cum and you’re gonna say thank you for it too, you hear me?”

“I will, I promise… I promise, Stevie.” You babbled, losing any comprehensible thought other than the absolute dismay that he wasn’t absolutely wrecking you already. “Please fuck me?”

“Since you asked so sweetly,” Steve rid himself of his last scrap of clothes like they were burning him and entered you in one fluid thrust that had the both of you moaning in unison. His forehead fell to your shoulder as he let you adjust, hips swirling in tiny circles of their own accord because you felt so fucking good. “Ssso fuckin’ tight,”

The light desperation in your whimper made him smirk, his teeth sinking into your shoulder before soothing the mark with a lick of his tongue. “This is what you needed, huh baby? Just needed to relax on my cock...”

“S-Steve…” Was all you could manage, your eyes unfocused as he gave that first tentative thrust, followed quickly by a sharp, deep rhythm that made you see stars.

“Cockdrunk already?” He cooed but his cocky tone broke as you clung to him, your fingers digging into the muscle of his biceps as you used those thighs he adored against him, dragging him closer, deeper. “Fuckin’ needy little thing, aren’tcha? That’s okay, sweet baby, I got whatcha need.”

Steve pulled away and for a moment you clutched tighter, trying to keep him against you, but he pushed your legs back to your chest with a strength to be reckoned with, the new position making you feel infinitely more full and he growled at the feeling of you tightening around him. There were already fingertip bruises forming on your thighs where he held you right where he wanted you as his thrusts became faster, more desperate with his impending release, with the damn near feral need to see his cum leaking from your fucked out pussy.

It was the pressure of his thumb against your clit that forced you to find your words, your sweet cries of ‘please, please, please’ egging him on to roll his thumb until your hips jerked under the stimulation. You were so sensitive, so responsive to every little touch, it drove him fucking crazy.

“Come on my cock like a good girl,” Steve gritted out, angling his hips to grind his cock against that sweet spot that made you arch against him so prettily. “Thaaaat’s it…”

You broke underneath him, your second orgasm ripping through you in an intense burst that stole the breath from your lungs, leaving you to gasp as you shuddered. It was his favorite sight, watching you fall apart beneath him, and Steve let your leg settle around his waist once more to chase the high he balanced upon in faltered thrusts until he couldn’t hold back any longer. His pelvis pressed flush against your sweat-slick skin, some basic instinct demanding he shove himself as deep into your sensitive pussy as he could to fill you up.

He let himself melt against you, his full weight keeping you pressed against the mattress as he softened inside you, the both of you trying to catch your breath in the aftermath. You carded your fingers through his hair lazily, eyes closed as you let the satisfied exhaustion soak into you, grinning when your still fluttering walls made Steve hiss slightly. He still kept himself buried inside of you - so typical of him.

Sighing happily, Steve nuzzled his face further into your neck to trail sloppy kisses along your neck, pausing every now and then to lean back into your hand. Playing with his hair was the number one way to get him all warm and snuggly, especially if he was exhausted from giving you a thorough fucking. He gingerly eased himself off of you only to pull you close so you could lay your head on his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you even closer to sleep.

“Go to sleep, honey.” Steve rumbled, his voice full of his own exhaustion. “I’ll be right here when you wake.”

[hangovercurse]

Crash Into Me

You’d been MGK’s assistant for years, but you never thought you had a chance at anything more with him until one stoplight changes everything.

Request: “ok im so sorry if this is 2 specific but ive had this idea for ages abt pining!colson x an insecure/clueless!reader who has been his assistant forever. she gets into a car accident and calls him hours later to tell him that a temp will be taking her place for a few weeks (bc of injuries) and he's like ?? why?? she explains nonchalantly, then kells kinda freaks out and shows up at the hospital all worried”

Colson Baker X Reader

Warnings: Cursing, car accident (descriptive)

A/N: This was cute 😊

Word Count: 3185

“Alright Kells, I’m out for the night. I’ll email those tracks to the board when I get home and I’ll let you know if I get any updates for tomorrow’s press.” You told the blond man who was sitting on the couch as you put your laptop into your bag. You tried not to yawn as you heaved it over your shoulder, “anything else?”

You glanced at the kitchen clock that read 2 am and let out a small sigh. You were used to late nights given your job as assistant to a rockstar, but most nights you were able to leave before 8 pm. Tonight you and Colson had gotten really invested in the tracks you were editing and lost track of time.

“Y/N,” he turned to look at you with puppy dog eyes. He wanted something that you really weren’t gonna want to give him. “Could you come over early tomorrow to help me pick out what to wear for the Vanity Fair interview?”

You chuckled, “you know they have their own wardrobe department?”

He sighed, “yeah but you know me so much better than all those stylists. I trust your opinion more.”

You rolled your eyes as he tilted his head, begging you. “Fine, but I’m buying us coffee with your credit card.”

He broke out into a smile, ���thank you, love you!” He called as you walked towards his front door.

“Whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You told him, taking your car keys into your hands, and stepping out into the LA night. There was a soft breeze that shook the trees slightly, making you smile. It felt nice outside for the first time in a while.

Because of this, you decided to drive home with your windows rolled down, letting the wind flow through your hair. The roads were pretty barren by LA standards, so traffic was pretty much non-existent. You were sitting at a red light, your fingers tapping against your steering wheel as one of Colson’s songs played through your speakers softly.

You reached to turn up the volume as the light turned green. You pressed the gas, your car moving forward into the intersection. Suddenly you heard a loud squeal of brakes, looking over to your passenger window to the sight of two headlights barreling towards you. You tried to speed up to get out of the way, but it was too late.

The truck rammed straight into the side of your small car, pushing your vehicle over into the car next to you. You put your left arm up to shield you from any flying debris, but it was futile. The infrastructure of your car fell apart at the force, the dashboard collapsing onto your right leg. Luckily, your left leg managed to avoid the destruction.

You could barely feel the force of the whiplash due to the pain in your abdomen at the deployment of the airbag. Glass from the car next to you fell into your car through your open window, cutting into your skin.

And then all of a sudden, everything stopped. The truck that had hit you had stopped moving, allowing you to fully assess the damage. Your car was totaled for sure, and your leg was definitely crushed. You cried out in pain, breathing heavy and trying to see straight. You could hear the sound of sirens in the distance, giving you some sense of relief.

When the paramedics got to the scene, you were the last passenger to be taken out of the crash due to your car being in the center. A firefighter had to break the glass of your windshield, which was already cracked, in order to pull you out. When you told him your leg was stuck under the dashboard, he sent a team of men to lift it from your foot and another to pull you out of the wreckage.

They were all amazed you were still conscious but got very worried when you told them you couldn’t feel the pain in your leg. You rode in an ambulance to the hospital, the EMTs helping pick the glass from your skin and assessing your injuries. You made jokes with them to calm yourself down, something that you did with Colson and Rook whenever they got into accidents while you were out with them.

You thought about giving them Colson’s name when they asked about your emergency contact but decided against it. You didn’t want to worry him until absolutely necessary. You figured you’d see what the doctor had to say and if you wouldn’t be able to come back to work, then you would tell him.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what the doctor said. In fact, you wouldn’t be able to leave the hospital for at least a week due to your shattered leg, bruised abdomen, and concussion.

The leg would require at least 2 if not more surgeries to repair and you would be on close watch for development of a more serious brain injury. After that you most likely wouldn’t be able to be back on your feet for another 8 to 12 weeks, which was kind of a requirement for your job.

It was almost 5am, so you weren’t necessarily thinking straight when you called Colson from your cracked phone. He answered, his voice conveying how tired he was. “Y/N? Everything okay?”

“Hey Kells, I’m not gonna be able to come in early tomorrow, or at all. I’m gonna start looking for a temporary replacement tomorrow if I’m feeling up to it. Oh! And I couldn’t send those tracks to the board, sorry.” You told him, only half registering the words you were saying.

The confusion was evident in his voice, “what? Why do you need to find a replacement?”

You realized you had forgotten to tell him what happened. “Oh, yeah! It’s kind of funny.” You started, chuckling but then realizing that laughing made your stomach hurt even more. “And by funny, I mean not funny at all. I got into a car accident. Some dude ran into my car in an intersection and now I’m in the hospital.”  

“Which hospital?” Colson asked, suddenly much more awake.

“Hollywood Presbyterian.” You told him, “why?”

He sounded like he was rushing around, which he was. “I’m coming to see you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “why? I’m fine, you don’t need to do that. You have a big interview tomorrow, you should sleep.”

Colson sighed, “fuck the interview, I’ll be there in a few.”

“Colson you don’t-“ You started, but he hung up before you could tell him not to come.

Why was he rushing to see you in the hospital? Sure, you were friends, but he had much more important things to worry about right now. And besides, you were more casual work friends. He wouldn’t even know you existed if you didn’t work for him. Sure, you had a huge crush on him, but he was your boss, you were just someone he asked to do things he didn’t want to do.

 20 minutes later Colson ran into the hospital room, stopping when he saw you in the bed. Your face was red from chemical burn and a few cuts of glass. Your right leg was propped up with basic bandaging around it. His heart broke at the thought of how much pain you had probably been in.

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly, moving to sit in the chair on your left side.

You shrugged, “I’ve been better.”

“Why didn’t you call me sooner?” He asked, eyes full of pity.

“I didn’t want to bother you unless it was serious. Figured I’d find out if I would have to miss work before telling you.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut as a headache washed over you.

Colson’s mouth gaped open, “you didn’t want to bother me? You got in a car crash and you weren’t gonna call me unless you would have to miss work?”

You shrugged again, “yeah. If my laptop wasn’t completely crushed in the accident I would’ve just found and sent a temp in tomorrow, but obviously that’s impossible.”

“Y/N you’re kidding me, right?” He asked, exasperated. You furrowed your eyebrows in response, causing a sigh to fall from his lips. “Y/N I don’t give a shit about a temp; I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh, I’m fine. A little shaken and these headaches are killer, but they gave me a lot of pain medication so, I’m fine.” You smiled at him, your thoughts racing as you tried to figure out why he cared so much about how you were feeling.

He nodded, hand reaching out and landing on top of yours gently. “So, do they have to do surgery? What all did the doctors say?” He asked, worry in his eyes.

You nodded, “yeah, at least 2 surgeries. One around 11 am and then depending on how that one goes they’ll schedule the next. And they have to watch me to make sure my concussion doesn’t get worse.”

He pulled out his phone, typing away. “What are you doing?” You asked, suddenly feeling very tired.

“I just emailed the PR liaison for Vanity Fair and told them I wouldn’t be able to make it to the interview.” He responded.

“Why did you do that?” You asked through a yawn.

He looked at you like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, “because I have to be with you right now.”

You were very confused as to why he thought he had to be here. “Colson, I’ll be fine. You should go to the interview. You don’t have to stay here.”

“I do have to be here. I want to be here.” He said, sternly.

“Why?” You asked, trying to keep your eyes open.

“Because I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“I’ll just call you after the surgery, it’s no big deal.” You responded lazily.

He shook his head, “I want to stay here with you, Y/N. Okay? I care about you.”

You were too tired to process what he was saying at this point, so you just let out a hum. “I need to make sure you’re okay. I need to see you being okay. When you called me, I swear I was gonna have a heart attack if I didn’t see you.” He continued.

You were barely awake at this point, letting out a simple, “I’m okay” before slipping into unconsciousness.

 Suddenly you were back in your car, “Bloody Valentine” playing from your speakers. The sky was dark green, almost like a painting. In front of you, the red light turned green. Like clockwork, you pressed the gas, moving into the intersection. Suddenly, the lights disappeared, and you heard the familiar chilling sound of breaks squealing. You looked over and saw those headlights coming towards you, getting closer and closer, brighter, and brighter.

You screamed at the sight, the familiar paralyzing fear coursing through your body again. “Y/N!” Your name played through the radio. That’s not in the song, you thought. “Y/N!” Colson’s voice rang out again before the truck made contact with your car.

You woke up in a cold sweat to Colson standing over you, hands shaking your shoulders lightly. “Y/N.” He said, relieved when your eyes began to open.

Your entire body was shaking like a poodle and your arms subconsciously reached for Colson, hanging onto his shirt for dear life. “It was just a dream.” He whispered as your eyes darted around the room. “You’re okay.” He reassured you.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, hands leaving the fabric and moving to cover up your face. “I’m sorry.”

Colson sat on the bed next to you, legs hanging off the side as he stroked your face gently. “It’s okay, baby.” He turned to the nurse who opened the door, a worried expression on her face. He shook his head at her, “sorry, she just had a nightmare. She’s okay.” The nurse nodded but stayed in the room anyways, checking your vitals.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled again, the words seeming to be the only thing you could say.

Colson shook his head, “stop saying that, it’s okay.” You pouted at him, trying to scoot over so he would lay down next to you, but it was way too painful. “What are you doin?” He asked, a smile on his face.

You sighed, “wanted you to sit next to me but I can’t move because of this stupid leg.” You motioned to the leg in question.

Colson chuckled, “I can sit next to you in the chair.”

“That didn’t work last time.” You whined.

He looked at you with an expression that was both amused and confused. You were definitely still high on pain medication. “What didn’t work.”

“It didn’t stop the nightmare.” You frowned, hand reaching for his. He chuckled, standing up fully and looking at the nurse.

She flashed him an amused smile, “If you want, we can try to move her. I don’t know how much we can do without hurting her ribs, though.”

Colson nodded with a gracious smile, “hear that? We can’t move you because of your ribs.”

You glared at him, “I may be very high right now, but I’m not that high.” You said, making him giggle. “She said you could try.”

Colson let out an exasperated sigh, one arm going under your back and the other under your left leg. “Is this what it’s like taking care of me all the time?” He asked and you nodded your head firmly.

“Yep. Except I am much smaller than you, so you have less work to do with me.” You smiled as he lifted you off the bed, which quickly turned into a grimace. “Ow!” You yelped and Colson quickly set you down, slightly closer to the right side of the bed.

“Fuck, sorry princess. Are you okay?” He asked, voice soft.

You nodded, sucking in your bottom lip to block the whimpers of pain that threatened to escape your mouth. “You probably don’t remember, but one time you were so crossed that you called me to pick you up from a party. But you couldn’t make it out of the car, so I had to carry you into your house. And then you demanded to sleep in your own room, so you made me drag you up the stairs instead of passing out on the couch like normal.”

Colson let out a breathy chuckle, glad you weren’t hurt too much. He carefully sat onto the cot next to you, pulling up his right leg to sit on the bed. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you into him slightly. You shifted so that you were comfortable, left hand finding his own left hand and holding it. He brought his left leg up onto the bed so he was fully laying with you.

Your head rest on his chest, a soft smile on your face as his thumb rubbed circles on your hand. The nurse left, satisfied that you wouldn’t hurt yourself further. Colson pressed a small kiss to the top of your head, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“What time is it?” You asked him, to which he responded by pulling out his phone and showing you the lock screen. 8:47am. You nodded, a frown on your face, “did you get any sleep?” You asked him softly.

“I’m fine, I was asleep for a few hours before you called me.”

You sighed, feeling guilty. “You should go home and get some sleep.”

You felt him shake his head from behind you, “I’m staying right here.”

Despite wanting to force him to go home, you couldn’t help the happiness you felt at his stubbornness to stay with you. “You know you don’t need to be here. I won’t be offended if you leave.”

He chuckled, “stop trying to get me to leave. I’m here. On my own accord, okay? I’m gonna take care of you.”

You paused, thinking about the word floating around your head. “Why?” you whispered.

Colson’s face scrunched in confusion, “what do you mean “why”? Because you’re my friend and I care about you.”

“I mean, yeah. But I’m not like a “drop everything” kind of friend, I’m just your assistant.” You muttered.

Colson made an “are-you-serious?” face and let out a snort. “Seriously? You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You mean the world to me, of course I’d drop everything for you.”

You couldn’t think of a response, his words making your heart race. “oh.” Was the best you could come up with.

“Y/N, seriously, you think way too low of yourself. You’re amazing.” He said, nose burying into your hair.

You shrugged, “you only say that because I take care of you when you’re drunk and help you do all the things you don’t want to do.”

Colson’s expression softened, a frown forming on his face. “I’m saying that because I think the world of you. You’re the kindest, funniest, coolest person I know. I meant it, when you told me you were in the hospital, my heart almost stopped. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about you being hurt.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I wish you could see how much you mean to me.” He mumbled.

You were quiet for a little while, processing what he had said. “You’re only saying that because I’m in the hospital.” You muttered, a frown on your face. You were trying to keep your hopes low, knowing once you were out of here, he would regret saying any of this.

“Y/N, are you being serious right now? I’m saying this because I’ve been fucking in love with you for the past year and a half.” He said and you could feel your breath catch in your throat. “I can’t believe you don’t see it.”

You bit your lip, turning to look up to him. “I just- I didn’t want- you wouldn’t.” You stumbled over your words, taking a deep breath, and starting again. “I didn’t want to read too much into it or get my hopes up. I figured you’d never be into someone like me so I just told myself you were being nice. I thought you only treated me well because I worked for you.” You mumbled.

He frowned, holding you tighter to him, “I am so, so into you. You are the only woman in my life who has ever stuck by me through my worst shit. Like even when I was a total jackass you stayed with me. How could I not fall in love with you?”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill at his sweet sentiment. You’d never had anyone say something that kind about you. You’d always assumed people only kept you around because you did stuff for them, but here was the man you were in love with telling you that he cared about you for you.

“I love you too.” You whispered, leaning your head further into his chest.

[vanderlindemorgans]

Mr. Perfectly Fine

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: Two weeks after breaking up with you, you're picking up the pieces of your heart that had been broken by your now ex-boyfriend Javier Peña. You want answers, a clear reason as to why things fell apart. The only problem is that Javier refuses to even acknowledge your existence

Warnings: A little bit of period-typical sexism, but not much, Javier being an asshole, mentions of prostitution, some low level typical Narcos themes

Authors Note: So this idea has been swimming around in my head ever since the song was released last week. I already had a Bad Breakup fic for Javi planned but I’ve decided to extend it into three parts! Also reader speaks in English bc I do not understand a word of Spanish other than that one line in Ultraviolence. None of this is beta read, so there’s bound to be a few mistakes - if I get anything really wrong then let me know. 

Part 2 | MASTERLIST

The tension in the room was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. From the moment someone walked in they could feel it, the stifling air of awkwardness surrounding every single person in the room as they pretended to carry on with their work, averting their eyes to the spectacle presented in front of them, a war of agitation rife between two agents sitting across the room from each other as well as the unfortunate Steve Murphy who just happened to sit between you two. From your end it was simple silent fury, directed right across the room to where your partner, or rather, ex-partner, Javier Peña was seated at his own desk, casually leafing through mountains of paperwork and suspect photos as if you weren’t practically shooting daggers at him from across the way. 

He wasn’t doing anything, and that was exactly the problem - you wanted him to do something, say something, anything, if only it would show that he even gave a damn about the situation at all. But he never did. Every morning when he walked into work carrying a black coffee in his hands, his top shirt buttons hanging loose as they always seemed to be and his hair mustled as if he hadn’t been sleeping properly, he said nothing. He walked past you as if you weren’t even there, ignoring your stares and crashing down at his desk, ready to continue the endless chase for Pablo Escobar. And it infuriated you. Oh lord, how it made you burn. With every refusal of acknowledgement he gave, you became even more tempted to march right over to him and strike him across his stupid handsome face. You never did, of course, and you never would. Physical confrontation just wasn’t your style. Nevertheless, the mere thought of such did bring you a small bit of joy to your broken little soul. 

Things had been going like this for two weeks now. You hadn’t expected much on the first morning back in the office after what had happened between you. A part of you wanted him to come grovelling to you, insisting that he’d made a mistake and begging for you to take him back. That in itself was nothing more than a fantasy: Javier Peña was too proud to grovel. If anything, his behaviour shouldn’t have surprised you in the slightest. He was the one who broke up with you over a 27 second phone call, after all. 

Despite taking that into consideration, you thought by now you would have heard something from him. He’d have to talk to you eventually since you two were working the same case. Apparently no, because it appeared that he went out of his way to deliver every piece of correspondence meant for you through to Murphy, letting him act as a sort of unwilling middle man between the two of you. You knew that Steve already felt awkward enough having to be in the same room with the two of you whilst this was all going on, so your sympathy for him deepened when he was thrust into the even more awkward position of messenger. Sometimes you swore he made up fake meetings with Messina to attend to or new leads to investigate just so he could get away from the suffocating air of hate around you and Javi. And really, who could blame him?

You felt your nose twitch in annoyance as you trained your eyes forward to him, periodically looking down at various files of intel to keep up the facade that you were indeed working, though you eyes were across the room for most of the time, searching for any sign of emotion on his face. Nothing, zilch, not a single trace, his expression only showcasing general indifference, as if nothing were wrong at all. You gripped your hand tightly around the edge of your pen, thinking of everything you wished you could say to him. How’s your heart after breaking mine, Javi? For your information, ever since you pulled that bullshit on the phone, I’ve been miserable as all fucking hell. Before all that happened, I wanted to try. I was even ready to try to forgive you after that stupid fight, but you just had to make that call. You know what? I’d actually hate you less if you just acted like you cared a little that we broke up. But noooo, you’re just Mr. Perfectly Fine, what with your ignoring me and your casual cruelty, your always showing up at just the right time, and your insincerity, and the way you think everything fucking revolves around you. Well, I’ll tell you something Javi - I’m done! Absolutely done with you and your shit. Jump off a cliff for all I care!

“I’ll be back later on, gonna go follow up on a few leads” your thoughts were cut off by Javier’s abrupt announcement, your eyes gracing themselves upwards to watch him hastily scoop his jacket off the back of his chair and skulk his way out of the office. Every bitter word you wanted to say to him burned on your tongue, though you only managed to settle on a simple yet seething glare while his eyes glazed over you, rushing himself out of the room as quickly as humanly possible. You noticed Murphy look over his shoulder like he was about to say something but it was too late - Javi was already long gone. 

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Letting out a low groan of frustration, you slammed the door to your car shut and threw your head back against the seats headrest, the stress of the job and the emotional weight of the day combining to make you even more tired than you would usually be at the end of a long day. Javier hadn’t been back to the office since he left, leaving both you and Murphy to pick up all the work he’d left in his absence. If that wasn’t infuriating enough, the thought of him running around all of Bogotá just to avoid seeing you brought your anger to new unreachable heights. It was annoying - him not being around should have left your mind to be free to do some actual goddamn work but instead, just as before, every single moment he occupied your mind, living there permanently as if it were his right. How much more infuriating could that man get?

Thankfully, the drive home wasn’t any more of a nuisance than usual, since the apartment complex you shared with the others wasn’t that far from the embassy, so that was a small positive at the very least. Once you’d pulled up to the lot you were feeling a lot more level-headed than you did before, and were mainly looking forward to kicking back in pajamas and watching whatever was on TV with the leftover pizza from the night before. It wouldn’t do much to take your mind off everything with Javi, though, you knew that much. Still, a small bit of bliss was still bliss. 

Your apartment was down the hall from Javier’s, which had made it easier for you two when you were together but now felt like another sore reminder of what had been. Sighing heavily to yourself, you kicked the door to your car shut and stuffed the keys into the pocket of your jeans. A minor annoyance, sure, nothing you couldn’t handle though. You wondered if he would even be back right now. He had to be, right? An idea started to creep into your head at that thought, taking root and festering until you had practically talked yourself into doing it already, descending up the stairs with a sense of purpose behind you. Maybe if you showed up on his doorstep you could force him to confront you, make him look you in the eye. Any sort of acknowledgement to what you two had would be nice at this point, and if you had to take action yourself to get him to do it, then so be it. 

The closer you got to his door the more you felt you should turn back, a feeling of uneasiness beginning to form somewhere deep in your chest. This might be a bad idea. What if you two got into a fight again? As much as you wanted nothing more than to hurl some carefully crafted insults at Javi and his stupid gorgeous face, you weren’t exactly up for a full on battle that could result from it. Would it be better to simply go home and ignore your problems a little more?

Once you were only inches from the door was when you started to hear it. At first it sounded muffled, on account of the fact that there was a physical barrier between you and them, and you weren’t quite sure exactly what you heard at first but when you pressed yourself closer to the door you could hear it all clear as day - a woman moaning loudly on the other side, whimpering out Javi’s name and betraying exactly what was going on within the walls of the apartment. You felt your breath hitch in your chest, the world feeling like it was collapsing around you from the very second you realised why he had left early for the day. Unable to stop yourself, you tore yourself away from the apartment door and ran down the hall to your own place, tears falling at a rapid pace that refused to stop. You didn’t know if the woman in there was an informant, or a prostitute, or some random chick he’d picked up in a bar after ditching work for the day. In the end none of it mattered though. All that mattered is that it wasn’t you in there with him, like it used to be, like it should be, and that fact made you hurt all the more fiercely.

Fumbling with the keys to your apartment, you choked on a low sob working your way through the waterfall of tears in your eyes to try and wrestle the key into the lock. Through your haste, you accidentally let them fall loose from your palms and onto the ground, prompting a loud “fuck!” to ring out from your throat, loud enough for everyone in the neighboring apartments to hear. Not like you really cared about that, to be honest. With your hands shaking, you finally managed to throw the door to your apartment open, slamming it back closed with a thud and leaning back against it with your head in your hands, slowly descending to the ground to finally give in to the wave of sorrow threatening to claim you. 

You’d known his reputation before you started seeing each other, that he slept with all his informants and chased every woman who crossed his path in Colombia. Actually, it had made you hesitant to get involved with him in the first place but once you two had bitten the bullet and finally admitted your damn feelings for each other, Javier had ceased with his wild ways, becoming solely dedicated to you and you alone. And sure, you two weren’t together anymore, there wasn’t anything stopping him from being with other women. It felt like a deeper twist of the knife though, what you’d heard from behind that door, and it practically confirmed the sickening feeling that had been building in you since the first day back in the office after your breakup, when Javi refused to even look you in the eye and acted as if you’d vanished off the face of the planet. He doesn’t care about me anymore. 

Moving on had been that much easier for him. While it took everything in you to get up each day, he was doing absolutely ok. More than ok, if the sounds coming from his apartment were anything to go by. He was even already settling back into his old reputation. You should’ve known it was too good to be true - the manwhore of the DEA, Javier Peña actually wanting to settle down with one woman, actually caring about a girl beyond what she could be in bed. You remembered the raised eyebrows when you two had first gotten together: for most, it just seemed so out of nowhere. You’d ignored them all, remembering all the times you’d be tangled up with Javi on the couch, his head nestled into your neck while your heart raced a mile a minute, hearing every sweet nothing and praise he’d whisper to you. Stupid girl, you should’ve known. 

_______

After such a huge revelation, you thought things might’ve changed. In what way they would, you didn’t really know. Maybe the change would be sudden, such as you finally working up enough of a resolve to actually go confront Javier on his shit. Or maybe you’d take a leaf out of his book and start trying to seem like nothing was wrong at all, maybe go out on a few dates with some other guys. One of the Search Bloc guys had been eyeing you up every time he came over with Carillo to talk strategy, maybe you could go out with him. Though you knew it wouldn’t help - unlike Javier, who was actually more than happy with where you two had left things, you weren’t, and acting like it was just to throw it in his face wasn’t really going to work if he didn’t care enough to look over at you in the first place. And even then, the idea of falling into bed with some random man that you didn’t care for all that much in the name of moving on didn’t seem right to you. 

Nevertheless, you expected some form of change to happen the morning after when you came into work to see Javier sitting at his desk, on the phone to someone you couldn’t care less about. But nope. Nothing had changed. You sat down and stared across the room at him, just like you’d done every day for the past two weeks, and he ignored your stare to continue with writing something down on his notepad, just like usual. 

Maybe the change would be gradual, you thought, staring back over at the man in the midst of your ire with one of your coldest glares. And sure enough, around midday Steve had come up to you asking to retrieve something from the evidence room for him. Apparently he needed to look over something but was too busy with his own work to go fetch it - you knew on some level that his excuse was bullshit as it had been a pretty slow day for all of you but sure, whatever, if it got you out of that room and away from Javi for at least a few blissful moments that was fine by you. 

Reaching out for the door to the evidence room, you pushed it open and admitted yourself into the crowded space, twisting around to slam the door shut firmly behind you. Before you were rows of shelves containing every bit of evidence the DEA had accumulated against Escobar - there wasn’t as much as there probably should have been due to the fire that had broken out at the Palace of Justice years before yet the amount contained in that small room was still impressive in size. Moving between the shelves, you scanned the rows of boxes looking for the one Steve had asked for in particular, taking your time with it as there was a small sense of serenity to being in that room. For once it felt like you could breathe. You didn’t have to sit at a desk across from your ex, you didn’t have to go home to your apartment that was literally across the hall from his, you could be alone and not feel suffocated by his ever-present shadow over your life. Though, in some way you supposed, your own memories could still prove just as suffocating as Javier’s own godforsaken presence.

As if by thinking of him you’d magically summoned him, the man himself strode through the door to the evidence room, appearing to be in quite a hurry however once he noticed you were there he stopped, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before returning to their usual stoic glare. You could barely contain your own disappointment at his sudden appearance, letting your face twist into a low scowl as you watched him walk down the aisle you were standing in, his eyes dashing from row to row searching for any place to look so they could avoid landing on you. Anger bubbled within you, a thousand different sarcastic or otherwise snarky remarks coming to mind that you could throw out at him, every one of them becoming increasingly more scathing the more you thought about it. Letting out a small sigh, you forced yourself to push all those delightful insults to the back of your mind, not wanting to become caught up in any more personal drama than you had to. Get the box and go. It’s that simple. There doesn’t need to be anymore to this. 

A minute later your eyes landed on the fabled box you’d been searching for, shoved into a corner and so out of the way you almost missed it completely. You thought of asking Steve what was in the box that he needed so bad when out of nowhere you heard a familiar voice speak up from behind you.

“Listen, I...about what happened on the phone a few weeks ago-”. 

So, it seems Mr. Perfectly Fine has finally decided to break his silence. In an instant you twisted yourself around to face him, quickly taking in his serious expression and stiff stature before your eyes met for the first time in two weeks.“Oh, so you’ve finally decided to speak to me now? That’s a first. I thought you were steadfast gonna ignore me for the rest of my life” you spat, not allowing him any form of politeness or decorum in your reply. Why should you? He’d ignored you for weeks. He deserved this. 

You watched as Javier tensed at your words, clearly not expecting the bite back that you had given to him. There was some part of his expression that almost looked sheepish in a way, as if he wasn’t quite sure if he really wanted this conversation to happen at all. “I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just-” he started with you rolling your eyes and cutting in almost immediately. “Save it for someone who actually gives a shit. Shouldn’t be hard since you don’t seem to care all too much yourself” you snarled, an action which only made him even more tense. 

“I do care, and I kind of always have fucking cared so if you could calm down a little and stop getting yourself worked up we can actually talk about what happened. Can you do that for me at the bare minimum?” he retorted, a harsh edge appearing in his tone that indicated he was already becoming frustrated with your attitude. You knew Javi’s emotions like the back of your hand - he wasn’t a patient man, and he had no time for snark or sarcasm, though only if it was directed at him. When it came to himself, he was more than happy to indulge in a small bit of pettiness. You didn’t much care at that moment though: as far as you were concerned, he lost the right to a civilised discussion when he broke up with you over the phone and then pretended you were invisible for weeks. It’s not like things can get any worse than they are now, right?

“Oh, sure, sure, we can totally talk. How about I start then?” you fired back, every word simmering with venom and dripping raw with sarcastic edge. Crossing your arms, you leaned back against the shelf to take him in, from the creases in his tie to his tired eyes staring straight into you. Wait, tired? You didn’t realise it until then but he had been looking pretty tired lately, almost like he hadn’t been getting enough sleep. Then again, his sleep schedule had never been quite stellar, so that wasn’t totally out of the ordinary. And he was probably up all night with that woman I heard him with, you reminded yourself bitterly.  “Look at you, so dignified in your well pressed suit, so smug and self-involved, so far above me in every way, so far above that you won’t even look me in the eye or acknowledge my presence. Tell me, Javier, has it really been that easy to forget about me?” you taunted. “Though I supposed when you’re seducing every whore in Colombia into your bed it would be easy, wouldn’t it?”. 

Javier was caught off guard by your remark, not anticipating that you would go so far as to accuse him of returning to his old ways. “First of all, she was an informant, and I had to leave yesterday to go meet up with her. Things ran into overtime and that’s the reason I wasn’t back. I thought you of all people understood that gathering intel is a vital part to the fight against Escobar?” he replied, that last line at the end being delivered with only a little more underlying snip than the rest yet it was more than enough for you to feel around thirty percent more pissed at him. 

You scoffed at his lies, your lip curling into a snarl at his attempt at patronising you. “Don’t patronise me. I’m well aware of the ins and outs of this job, in case you’ve forgotten I’ve been working with the DEA for eight years now, which is why I’m calling bullshit on your pathetic excuse for a lie. You do realise we live in the same building right? I know you were doing more than having a friendly discussion with her in there, in fact, I quite literally heard you two through the goddamn walls on my way back home. And before you try to spin some shit about how it was necessary for the case, you and I both know that fucking the informant isn’t a standard part of procedure. You don’t see Murphy bedding any of his sources of intel, do you?”. 

“Murphy’s married, princesa” he deadpanned, throwing in that little nickname he had for you that two weeks ago would have made your heart flutter but at this time and in the context he used it only soured your mood further. “That’s besides the point. You’ve been acting like I never even mattered to you at all, and it’s honestly making me wonder if I ever did? Especially since I apparently didn’t deserve the dignity of a proper breakup and got a 27 second phone call instead. Tell me, when did you change your mind? I thought I was supposed to be the one you were waiting for all your life. Guess that was pretty easy to change, wasn’t it?” you snapped.

“Hermosa, can you just fucking listen for one minute?! God, you’re impossible sometimes” Javier shouted, that infamous temper of his rising towards the surface at a rapid rate. It was only a matter of time before he spat something out that he would no doubt regret. In your own haze of anger though, that fact didn’t register with you at all - you only saw red. If you had to scream back at him to finally pull some answers out of the man, then so fucking be it.

“No, how about you listen for once! I know we had that big fight but we could have just talked. The next day when you called me up I was ready to forgive you for being a complete ass. And what did I get instead? ‘I’m sorry, I think we should stop seeing each other’ and a dead dial tone after that. I can tell the only reason you’re apologising today is just so you don’t have to feel like the bad guy in all of this. So what’s the truth? Why were you so ready to throw away a whole relationship over one night of terse words?” you screamed, not caring that you two were at work and anyone could pass by outside and hear you two argue. With the way you both were shouting, you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire building could hear your screaming match with Javier. None of that mattered to you though. The only thing that mattered was the truth. 

You weren’t the only one refusing to hold back in any of this: any lingering spark of politeness had vanished in Javi, his eyes turning dark with searing anger you had only seen in him a couple of times before. “You want to know why? You want to fucking know why? It’s because you’re a fucking pain to deal with. You may be a fantastic agent but god you can be so stupid sometimes. You’re too reckless, you throw yourself into danger too willingly with no consideration for anyone else. Did you ever stop to think what would happen to the people who cared about you if you died? Do you even give a shit about the people trying to protect you?” he confessed, fury burning with every word that came out of his mouth, his admittance making you flinch. It was just like he said during your last fight, the one that led to him dumping you in the first place. 

Everything he said from that night came rushing back to you, remembering how furious he’d been at you for what had happened during your last raid together. You could see that underneath it all he was concerned for your safety, a gesture that was usually sweet but frustrated you that night as you felt something more akin to a porcelain doll than a capable agent in his eyes. Just because I’m your girlfriend, doesn’t mean you can treat me like I need to be protected. I can handle myself just fine. That was what you’d said to him that night, which should have been the end of it but somehow as the argument went on things got more and more heated that by the time he’d stormed out of your apartment neither of you could remember what had started it all. 

What took you by surprise was that apparently he was still stewing about this, for some reason not wanting to believe in your capabilities as an agent and that alone made you more pissed at him. “I don’t need to be protected, Javier. I’m a woman, a DEA agent for crying out loud, not a flower! I’m more than capable of handling myself, I was literally trained for this! Nobody else here seems to have a problem with how I approach things so maybe the issue isn’t my method of attack but the fact that you’re a paranoid asshole?”. 

He raised a single eyebrow back at you, looking somewhat skeptical of your claim but more so angry that somehow you two had managed to circle back around to the very thing that had started this whole mess.“Really? Because our last raid you were throwing yourself into the fray as if it were a suicide mission. It was a miracle you only ended up with a minor sprain to the wrist. Those men, the sicario’s, they don’t fucking hold back, one wrong mistake means the difference between life and death” he snapped.“And you know what? After constantly stressing over your safety every minute I was done. If you wanna end up with a bullet between your eyes, be my guest”.

The second those words slipped from his lips, he knew he’d fucked up. As the tears started to form in your eyes you could see him freeze up, his burning temper that had caused him to be so hateful before starting to slowly seep back, replaced with remorse and a hint of panic if you squinted. Although that didn’t matter much right now - his venomous words were rattling around in your brain, acting as a metaphorical hammer that took the final swing towards your damaged heart. Apparently what you heard through the walls the night before hadn’t been enough to break you completely, since there was still enough left of your heart for the rest of it to be shattered by his callous cruelty. 

Forcefully swallowing down your cries, you wanted so badly to disappear from the room. You wanted to melt into the floor, to run away and go find one of Escobar’s men and gloat about all you’d done to try to stop him so you could feel the mercy of a fatal gunshot wound to the head. All the pain you had felt previously paled in comparison to the knife that cut you then, the tight feeling of your throat closing with every word you forced out. “So you were lying. You don’t care about me at all. You...you think I’m stupid. And reckless. And...not able to handle being here…”. 

“Shit, princesa, that’s not what I meant, I-” Javier started, desperately scrambling to fix the mess he’d caused, however, you weren’t going to let him. He’d made his bed, now he had to lie in it. Any hope he might have had of making things right was now thrown straight out the window. No more chances. Not anymore. 

“I think that’s exactly what you meant, Javi. Well, you got your wish I guess. I’ll get out of your life for good” your voice wobbled as you spoke, the next few minutes becoming a blur from when you’d pushed past him and ran out of the evidence room, hearing him call your name behind and not bothering to turn back to face him, running through the halls past different agents and members of the DEA, your hand shielding yourself in a pathetic attempt to save face. Somehow you’d managed to make it out to your car, throwing yourself into the driver's seat and jamming the keys into the ignition, your mind going in a million different directions. Your first thought was to go back home, though you knew that you’d have to hear Javi come back later, probably with yet another woman he picked up. You didn’t exactly have any friends in Colombia - with your line of work there hadn’t been exactly a lot of time to sit around and mingle with people, and truth be told you wanted to avoid people at all costs right then. Without any idea as to where you might be going, or what you were going to do, you pulled your car out of the parking lot and slammed on the gas to get you out of there, the world surrounding you not registering to you anymore and every sound becoming a rush against your ears that you paid no mind to. 

One thing was for sure - you weren’t going to give Javier a single drop more of you. Your time, your mind, your energy, your tears, nothing. He’d already proved himself to be a lying sack of shit who didn’t care about you, so as it stood, you wouldn’t care about him either. Like the end of a tragic tale, everything had crashed and burned, and now that you thought about it more, maybe that was how things needed to be. 

Goodbye, Mr Perfectly Fine. I’ve been Miss Misery for the last time. 

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i have an idea for a request (it’s totally ok if you don’t want to do it) like an angst-> fluff where one of harry’s songs accidentally gets leaked bc of y/n like she has something on a flash drive and the song is on another and they get mixed up and obviously he’s really mad at y/n and they have a fight he’s super snappy with her but something happens to her like she gets into a really big accidental or something and he forgives her bc he cares about her more tha the leaked song

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***

Damage control wasn’t even an option. 

Y/n sat there, staring at Harry’s laptop, numb to everything except the blaring desire to go back in time just two minutes. Two minutes is all she would need to undo possibly the biggest screwup of her life.

And the worst part is that this mistake ultimately doesn’t affect her. At least not in comparison to how it will affect Harry. And his band. And his team. Basically everyone involved with his career. 

Her mind is equally begging for her to shut down and come up with a plan—an excuse—something, Is there anyway this wasn’t my fault?  

She checks the time, her heart sinking to her stomach when she realizes Harry and his team will be back any minute. Any minute and she’s done for.

They’ve only been together for five months, officially. She’s still new to most everyone. She’s that girl Harry’s dating.

“I told you he played in that movie.” Jeff’s voice echoes outside the studio. Y/n closes the laptop and prays for strength. 

“I have him confused with someone else.” Harry bustles through the door, a small crowd of people filing in behind him, back to the spots they left an hour ago. “Hey darling,” he greets, “finish your paper?”

Y/n’s frozen, morbidly wishing he had found out about his song leaking on his own so she wouldn’t have to tell him. “Uh, almost.”

He kisses the top of her head and hands her a cup of frozen yogurt. “Your favorite.” 

“Thanks.” She sets it on the table she’s sat at while Harry pulls up a chair beside her. “Aren’t you guys still working?”

He waves in the direction of his band, “Mitch’s gotta fix his guitar.” He snickers, and slides his laptop out from under y/n’s hands. “Had a bit of an accident in the car.” 

Y/n’s head tingles with what must be nerve damage, her place in this world, her place in this room, decreasing in value as Harry opens his computer.

“It’s gonna melt.” He nods to her yogurt.

“I’m not hungry.”

He furrows his brow. “You alright?”

“Mhm.” She looks around the room, everyone busy getting back to work, light chatter passing among them. “Uh, actually, I uh, I have to tell you something.” Y/n tries to swallow the lump in her throat with no luck.

“Okay…” He shuts the laptop and gives her his full attention.

“Okay, um—”

“What the fuck!?” The room freezes as everyone turns toward Jeff. “Harry someone’s got a hold of your song!” 

Harry scrambles to his manager, complete shock on his face as they both stare down at Jeff’s phone. “Fuck.” They start to play a video, the sound of a girl screaming, with Harry’s unconsented voice playing in the background, fills the room. “How the hell did this happen?” He’s gritting through his teeth, neck red, veins bulging in his hands as he rips the phone out of Jeff’s hand. “HOW? Someone answer me!”

Y/N considers keeping quiet. Playing innocent. What good will it do to confess anyway? It’s not like it’ll undo what she’s done.

Sarah chimes in from across the room, “It looks like it happened half an hour ago. That’s when this video I’m looking at was posted.”

Y/n’s staring down at her lap, holding her head up with her fingers pressed into her temples when Harry slings himself back into the chair next to her.

“All that work, all that fucking work,” he nearly growls, “for some cunt to spread my unfinished song around for a buck.”

Y/n peers up to the room, a completely different picture compared to five minutes ago. Now there’s talk of lawyers and pressing charges while everyone shuffles around. Jeff slams the door as he steps out with his phone to his ear, and y/n knows she can’t claim denial, it’ll only make things worse.

“Uh, Harry?”

“What is it?” He doesn’t look at her, eyes glaring at his phone while another video plays of a group of people reacting to his song. “Glad they fucking like it.”

“Harry?”

“What, y/n?”

She shrinks under his gaze, mouth dry as she forces her confession out. “I uh, this is all my fault.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m so, so sorry. And I’ll do anything—I know I can’t fix it—but...”

Harry’s tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowing in on her as a morbid silence forms a little bubble around them. “Go on,” he whispers with grit, “finish what you were gonna say.”

She stutters, desperately trying to figure him out. “I’m just sorry. It was an accident.”

“An accident? How did you even manage to do this?”

“I—”

“Do you have any idea what this accident means, y/n?”

She reluctantly shakes her head no.

“How the fuck did you do this?”

“I—I don’t know...I was taking a break from my paper, and, I don’t know Harry.” She’s in tears now, warm and salty as they spill down her cheeks. Her mouth wobbles around another apology, but no sounds make it out.

“Fix it.”

“What?”

He stands up, yanking his laptop off the table, pausing to glare at her one last time. “I said, to fix it.” With that he storms across the room, slinging the door open just as Jeff reenters.

“Harry, your attorney—”

“Forget it.” He turns around and points his phone towards y/n silently sobbing in the corner. “She’s gonna handle it.” He takes one step out into the hall and stops, spinning on his heels to face the studio. “Don’t speak to me until you do.”

Mitch’s guitar that was fixed and propped against the wall, crashes to the floor when Harry slams the door. 

Chatter passes around the room one more time, only now everyone seems to be in agreeance—that girl never should have been allowed in the studio, and maybe, Harry should break up with her.

***

Early morning rain fell outside Harry’s apartment. It was still dark, street lamps burning through the fog in the city below. His home fills with coffee as he pours his fifth cup; the prior four never offering more than a few sips before he had abandoned them somewhere, the counter, mantle, bookshelf, because he can’t talk without his hands.

Y/n sits on his couch. It’s velvet and pink and too big for one person. She hated it the first time he invited her over. If he breaks up with her, she’s going to tell him how ugly it is.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do.” She’s exhausted. She hadn’t hesitated to drive over when he finally responded to one of her hundreds of texts in the week since the mishap. But now she regrets it. They’ve been going in circles with the same argument for the past four hours. She’s convinced he invited her over just to be mean. She sighs, rubbing her temples. “I said I was sorry. You know that I’m sorry. And you know that I never, ever in a million years, would have done something like this on purpose.”

“I’m allowed to be angry with you. I have every right to be.”

“Do you, though?” She straightens up on his ugly couch and looks at him leaning against the doorframe that leads into the kitchen. “Aren’t you a little tired of hating me? God Harry, everyone else in the whole world has moved on except you.”

“It’s not everyone else’s song, is it? It’s not everyone else’s months and months of hard work. It’s not everyone else’s unfinished art? Nobody else is having to deal with a girlfriend that is so careless, so thoughtless, that she actually managed to leak my song!”

“Stop raising your voice at me!”

“You had no business snooping around my computer anyway! I told you you could work on your fucking paper, not to go prying around my personal shit!”

“You know what,” she scoffs, shooting up off the couch, “this argument is so pointless. You didn’t want me here so we could talk. You just wanted to torture me because you’re mad that people don’t love your stupid song.”

“What the fuck did you say?”

She brushes his shoulder as she passes by him, and a drip of his coffee spills onto his hand. He curses, and follows her into the kitchen where he lays his final cup down on the island.

“You’re being a baby because people aren’t fawning over you like they usually do.” She shrugs and slings her bag over her shoulder. “It’s not your best song, Harry.”

The veins in his neck strain against his flaming skin. His cheeks are sucked in, and if he bites down on the skin any harder he’ll puncture his face. “Get the fuck out.”

“I was already leaving, dumb ass.” She strides by him once more, practically feeling the heat steaming off his body. When she gets to the front door, she pauses with her hand on the knob. “Your couch is hideous, by the way. Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you have to buy shitty looking stuff.”

When she slams the door behind her, the apartment shakes, and cold coffee spills from each cup.

***

It’s nearing five a.m. when y/n backs out of the complex. Her wipers race across the windshield, but do nothing against the downpour wreaking havoc in the city. She does her best to stay on what she assumes is her side of the road, swerving to the right each time headlights blind her.

“Shit.” Nothing is open, and she can’t even see where it would be safe to pull over to let the rain pass. But her home isn’t that far, and traffic isn’t too bad. 

She comes to a stop at a red light, only to realize she missed a left turn she should’ve made a minute ago. “Damn it. Fucking hell.”

As soon as the light turns green, she spins the wheel to make a U-turn, and if it hadn’t been for the rain, and her own clouded mind, and Harry’s voice echoing in her ears, she might have seen the truck who didn’t even try to avoid her.

***

It’s the headache from hell that wakes her up. And it’s the sterile smell of hospital that jogs her memory. And it’s a nurse not much older than y/n that says something about you’re lucky to be alive. 

She’s poked and prodded and asked a thousand questions before her IV is adjusted and a pill to ease one of the many pains scratching her body is handed to her in a small plastic cup. A police officer repeats half of this process, and somewhere in the mess of her reality, she learns that the other driver was sending a text to his wife when he plowed into her car. He’s at home and she’s here. Lucky to be alive.

She made calls to her mom and friends, and even managed to type out a decent email to her professors for her upcoming absence in class.

When she automatically pulled up Harry’s name on her phone, the last text he sent, the one inviting her over so he could make her more miserable than she already was, sat there in all its taunting glory.

What is she even supposed to say? Hey, I know you hate my existence right now, but I’m lying here in a hospital bed with bandages wrapped around my head. It’d be cool if you stopped by.

It’s not long before the sun pops up and reminds y/n of just how early it is. The clouds part, and it’s like it had never even rained, like it had never even been dark for hours, and if she closes her eyes, y/n can pretend that the past week hadn’t even happened.

***

 “How are you feeling today?” The nurse checks y/n’s IV, humming after her question.

“Just sore. Ready to get out of here.”

“We’ve started the paperwork, so shouldn’t be too long. Who’s coming to get you?”

Y/n blinks, feeling stupid she hadn’t thought this far ahead. She doesn’t even have a car anymore. The nurse looks over the computer monitor, waiting for a response.

“Uh, my friend.”

“Awesome. Dr. Kirby has to come check on you one last time before you leave. I’ll go see if he can stop by now, if you want to let your friend know.”

As soon as the nurse is out the door, y/n scrambles to turn her phone back on, and once it is, her lock screen is filled with missed calls and unanswered texts.

She’ll respond later; gives her something to do in the car to occupy her in front of Harry. 

She can’t call him. Harry’s not a monster, although the past week doesn’t exactly prove her case, but she knows he wouldn’t refuse to come get her. If anything, he’ll be annoyed she didn’t tell him about the accident sooner. But she’s too emotional to deal with hearing his voice.

She types out a text recounting her last 24 hours, along with the name of the hospital. He immediately reads it, and a moment later he’s trying to call.

To: Harry

I’m too tired to talk rn

She lies. And it works.

From: Harry

I’ll be there as fast as i can

***

“Baby?”

Y/n cracks her eyes open, irritated she never quite fell asleep. Confused as to why Harry’s calling her baby. Angry that she cares. And the next words out of his mouth are ones she’d been predicting.

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve dropped everything. You’ve been here all alone, shit. Are you okay? What hurts?”

He’s hovering over her, fidgeting, unsure if he can touch her.

“I’m fine now. Just sore. And tired.”

“Fuck I can’t believe this, I—”

“The doctor already said I can go. I’m not allowed to walk out on my own, so, you need to let the nurse know you’re here. She’ll take me down in a wheelchair.”

“Baby I’m so sorry-”

“No, Harry. You would still be busy hating my guts right now—”

“Hate you? I don’t hate you?”

“Well you did a great job this week making me feel otherwise.”

Harry sighs, gripping the bed frame and dropping his chin to his chest. When he looks back up he has tears brimming his eyes. “I’m sorry,” his voice cracks. “I know I’ve been an ass this week. I—you were right. I took out my anger from no one lovin’ the song on you.”

“Well it’s not no one. A lot of people did. And it’s unfinished anyway. You wouldn’t enjoy a meal if it was only cooked halfway.”

He nods, but y/n knows he’s only accepting her words because of the situation.

“You mean so much more to me than a leaked song. I’m sorry I treated you like shit. And that I—I made you think I hated you. You have every right to hate me.”

“You annoy the hell out of me, but I don’t hate you.”

His lips twitch, but a few tears slide down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” She takes his hand off the rail and smoothes her thumb across his knuckles. “You can make it up to me by getting me out of here.”

“I can do that.” He kisses the top of her head and hits the remote to call for the nurse.

“You can really kiss me, y’know. I’m not gonna break.”

He’s hesitant, but slowly lowers his head to press his lips to hers. He’s timid, and his lips are still damp from tears, but it’s more relieving than either of them would ever admit.

The nurse ends their moment when she pops in the room, pushing a wheelchair in front of her. “Hi, you must be y/n’s friend.”

“Friend?” He peers down at y/n, suggestion lacing the word. “Care to explain?”

“Not really, I’m so tired.”

“Mhm.” He clicks his tongue, supporting her arm as she swings her legs off the bed. Once she’s standing and steady, he tucks her hair behind her ear and bends down so his mouth can graze her lobe. “Since we’re just friends, I guess you’ll have to sleep on my ugly couch.”

[dameronology]

home {poe dameron x reader}

summary: poe made a promise to always come home, and it’s one he’s determined to keep

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries 

more hurt/comfort fluff?? i almost sent myself off to sleep writing this bc of the ending and bc i am shattered. anyhoo, enjoy!

- jazz

p.s i skimmed this, but it has not been properly proof read haha oops pls bare with me, i will do it in the morning 

It had only been five days. 

You’d been apart from Poe for far longer than that; sometimes weeks, sometimes months. It was just part of being in the Resistance, and something you both knew you had to do, but it didn’t make it any easier. You must have had some pretty foul luck to have met the love of your life during a time in which the galaxy insisted on keeping you apart - but one look at the pilot, and all that faded away. He always made it home to you, no matter what. He’d made that promise to you pretty early in the relationship, and you knew it to be true. You could never doubt Poe. 

The Blue Squadron was due back to base at midday; the mission had been pretty secretive, so the comms lines had been shut most the time. Even after begging Leia to let you man the singular one that connected you to Poe, she’d refused, knowing it would only make things worst. The General only ever spoke from experience, and she had plenty in waiting around for cocky pilots. Whilst Poe was arguably a little less reckless than Han, she knew that you would both act as a distraction to one another’s work. You were equally important to the Resistance, and she couldn’t have you moping about on a commslink for hours a day. The joke was on her for that one, because you still moped, even when you weren’t trying to reach your guy. 

 ‘What time is it?’ You asked Finn. 

‘11.56.’ He glanced over at you, eyebrows raised. ‘So the same time as when you asked thirty seconds ago.’ 

‘I’m just anxious.’ You grumbled. ‘I’ve been so lonely the last five days.’

‘You mean the last five days that you’ve spent with me?’

‘Hey, it’s nothing personal!’ You nudged him in the ribs. ‘You miss him too.’

‘I do.’ Finn nodded. ‘We really are just a pair of simps.’

‘Friends who simp together, stay together.’ You grinned. ‘And if me and Poe ever break up, you have first dibs.’

‘Same for you, if Rey and I ever break up-’

‘- that would require you getting together in the first place.’ You reminded him. Finn could only scowl in response. 

‘I’m trying!’ He held his hands up in defense. ‘It’s just complicated.’

‘Nothing’s complicat - they’re here!’ 

You leapt off the crate you’d been sat on, sprinting across the hangar to where a fleet of X-Wings were grouping. Jess came in first, followed by Snap, and then Kare. Poe’s jet was the last to come in, which was unusual for him. He almost always lead the squad - aside from the time he’d managed to blow an engine and had to call you out to tow him back (it’s how you’d met, actually). Bar a few new dents and scratches, his jet looked to be in decent condition, with BB-8 whirring away from where he was perched in the back. You took that to be a good sign, even if he’d been the last to get in. 

A crowd of mechanics reached the fleet before you, tools in hand and ready to repair whatever damage the First Order had thrown at them. You gave Jess a smile and a high five as you passed, but your line of sight was dead set on finding the curly-haired pilot. You had to elbow your way through the crowd, heartbeat picking up as you did. Man, you’d missed him. The last few weeks had been rough for you both and being constantly pulled apart only made it worst. All you wanted to do was to see him, to hug him and-

- You hit Poe with a thud, chests colliding. He immediately wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you tightly against his chest and burying his head against yours. He smelt faintly of jet fuel and smoke, which was fitting. 

His lips were on yours the minute he’d let you go, hands tightly gripping your cheeks as he kissed you with all his might. Yeah, he’d missed you too.

‘Hey, baby.’ You couldn’t help but smile, eyes finally meeting - it didn’t last long though, not when you saw the state of his face. ‘Oh my god. Your eye! And your lip! And-’

‘- I missed you.’ Poe brushed it aside, pressing another exhausted kiss to your lips.   

‘I missed you too.’ You softly sighed. ‘The fuck happened to your face, though?’

‘Just...First Order stuff.’ He bit his lip, brown eyes falling to the floor. 

You sighed. ‘Shit, Poe.’ 

‘I know. He gently nodded. ‘I’m okay though. I’m here with you. That’s the important thing.’

‘You’re right.’ You agreed. ‘C’mon, I’ll take you to medical-’

He cut you off with a groan. ‘Let’s just go back to my room. Please?’ 

‘But your face.’ You gently ghosted a thumb across his bruised cheek, flinching when he shuddered slightly. ‘I mean...I have a first aid kit. I can always take a crack at it.’

‘That sounds a lot nicer than those nurse droids.’ He smiled. 

‘But you have to promise to get checked over tomorrow, okay?’

‘I promise.’

Poe flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you headed out the hangar. His own room was actually in the opposite direction, but he practically lived with you in yours. It always felt so much nicer. You’d managed to make it a lot homier, with photos of the two of you and fairy lights strung up. The scent of your perfume always lingered in the air and sleeping in your bed was the closest he could get to you when you were away on missions. In return, he left his jumpers and hoodies laying around for you to have free reign of. It was a weak form of paying rent, but he hadn’t heard any arguments. 

You could tell that Poe was tired from the way he walked. He usually had a swagger in his step, smiling at everyone who passed. Now, he was leaning on you for support, dark eyes staring dead ahead with exhaustion, his brain working at a thousand miles an hour to process what he’d witnessed over the last few days. You’d been on his mind the entire time.

‘Here we go.’ You gently lead him to the bed, helping him shrug off his charred flight suit. He caught your lips in a chaste kiss as you moved it off his shoulders, hands suddenly grabbing yours. 

‘You know I love you, right?’

‘Of course. I love you too.’ You murmured. ‘Is something up?’

Poe pulled you down onto the bed beside him, eyes finally meeting yours. ‘I just...I got captured on the mission. Very briefly, but still. It was scary, and there was a moment when I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it back.’

‘Poe.’ Your breath caught in your throat. ‘Is that why your face is all...’

‘Like this?’ He chuckled slightly. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry.’

‘Hey, don’t be.’ You squeezed his hands. ‘It’s not your fault, and like you said earlier, the important thing is that you here now.’

‘I know, but I promised you, didn’t I? That I’d always come home?’

‘And you did.’ You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. ‘Now c’mon, I gotta stitch you up before this scars.’

‘I reckon I’d look hot with a couple battle scars, y’know.’

‘You would, but I’d rather you not bleed out all over my sheets for the sake of vanity.’ You smiled. 

Digging out your first aid kit, you grabbed a few cotton swabs and some bacta spray. You weren’t a nurse, but your medical skills weren’t terrible either. After a few too many injuries and close calls out in the field, you’d learnt the basics. Half of the scars on Poe’s body had been from your handiwork after he’d been injured -- some of them were a little wonky, but he hadn’t died yet, so you figured you’d done a decent job. The ones he’d done for you were much neater but in your defense, he was reckless as fuck and had a ton more experience in dealing with injuries. 

On the bright side, Poe’s torso seemed fine and relatively uninjured. The white shirt he was wearing was only smeared with soot from the blaster fire, and his bare arms were broad and uninjured, save for one scrape on his left bicep. Okay, maybe the broad part wasn’t relevant to the context, but it was definitely relevant on the whole. He did have good arms. You only ever truly felt safe when they were wrapped around you.

‘This might sting a little bit.’ You crouched between his legs, pouring a little bit of bacta spray onto the cotton swab. You gently wiped it across his forehead, doing a double take when he let out a hiss of pain. ‘You okay, baby?’

‘Yeah, I’m good.’ Poe’s eyes met yours, and he gave you a half smile. ‘Better now that you’re here.’

It didn’t take too long to clean up the rest of his cuts and bruises; they were relatively minor given what he’d been through. The last time he’d been caught by the First Order on Jakku, he’d come home ten times worse than this. You’d spent days by his side in the medical room, mostly chiding him for how funny he looked in the bactasuit, but also to offer emotional support. The duality of love. 

You finished up by wrapping a bandage around the cut on his left arm, gently tying it in place with a safety pin. It was enough to keep it clean and safe until tomorrow, when you’d hopefully be able to convince him to see an actual nurse. You knew that for now, he was tired and probably just wanted to rest. His eyes were sunken with tiredness, and his body had become more and more slumped as you’d gone about cleaning him up. Poe never slept well on missions; a mixture of anxiety and your absence always made for a bad night’s sleep. 

‘That should keep you in one piece for now.’ You said, running a hand through his hair. Poe leant into your touch, pressing a kiss to your wrist. ‘You should get some sleep.’

‘Mmm.’ He murmured. ‘You’re staying, right?’

'Absolutely.’ You offered him a soft smile. ‘Gotta lose the boots though. These are clean sheets.’

‘Can you do it for me?’ He asked, flopping back against the mattress. 

You rolled your eyes at his...Poe-ness, before leaning down and unzipping his shoes, tossing them in a pile across the room. Yours joined them, followed by your jacket and the crumpled flight suit. That was something else to worry about tomorrow. For now, your main focus was him. 

Poe climbed under the covers, shuffling across to make room for you. He reached out to you as you joined him, naturally wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The tiredness really hit him then, and you could feel his body untense as you pressed a kiss to his jaw. His body was warm against yours, which was a welcome contrast after sleeping alone for the last few nights. 

‘I love you.’ Poe murmured quietly. 

‘I love you too.’ You peered up at him with a smile. 

‘And I’ll always come home to you.’ He gave your shoulders a light squeeze. ‘You know that, right?’

‘I do.’

‘I’ll never break a promise to you.’

‘I know.’ You softly sighed, trying to move closer to him (as though it were even possible).

It was hard for him to fight the exhaustion now that he was laying with you -- after a few moments, his breathing became a little deeper, and his grip on you a little looser. You pressed one last kiss to his cheek, before settling back against his side and letting sleep over take you. 

[gxshiikii]

haikyuu ship headcanons pt.2!!!

part 1

ushiten

they start dating like a month after meeting and everyone thinks that they’re just gonna break up like all couples like that do, but they don’t

tendou loves cuddling and just being all over ushijima, he’s always touching him in some way when they’re together

ushijima loves when tendou’s hair is down and is always touching it

he also stares at tendou a lot, like when they’re hanging out he’ll stare at him for like 10 minutes and then just go “satori, you’re very pretty” “ushiwakaaaaa, you’re gonna make me blush” and then tendou showers him in kisses

when they graduate tendou goes to see shiratorizawas games alot, if ushijima is in town he makes him come with

“we have to go see how our son is doing!” “pardon?” “goshiki!! ushiwaka, he’s such a good ace, i’m so proud of him!!” “...our son?”

once tendou graduates college he moves in with ushijima

tendou always invites their old team over

he also goes to all of ushijimas games(or most, he can’t make it sometimes)

ushijima actually loves when tendou kisses him on his forehead but he doesn’t say it

anyways they’re in love and i love them

levyaku

lev asks yaku out the summer after his first year

“you better not be joking lev or else i’ll kick you!” “i’m not?? please don’t kick me???”

lev tries to get yaku to wear his clothes because “all couples do it! please, you’d look cute” “just for that i’m never going to” “you’re no fun”

yaku randomly kicking lev and him just like ???what did i do?? but it’s just so yaku can grab him and give him a kiss

picnic dates, don’t know why but, picnic dates...also dates where they just walk around the city and get food

lev is the little spoon, which can get awkward since he’s so much bigger than yaku, but yaku refuses to be little spoon

yaku will see something while out that reminds him of lev and will always send him a picture and it makes lev really happy

lev making jokes about yaku being short and yaku threatening to break up with him

yaku gets an apartment and lev (still in his third year) basically moves himself in

one day lev is on his way to yaku’s apartment after practice and finds a stray kitten and tells lev that they have to keep it

“please please please, it needs a nice home” “no. you don’t even live here??” lev ends up winning him over with a lot of kisses, begging, and an agreement on no more short jokes

lev ends up moving in right after he graduates

asanoya

started dating right after asahi joined the team again

“good thing you decided to man up asahi or else i wouldn’t have asked you out!”

noya steals asahi’s hoodies all the time, and that’s all he wears outside of school (they’re like 8 sizes too big on him)

their dates are either coffee dates or like at the arcade

noya tries to get asahi to explore abandoned buildings with him but asahi gets too nervous that they’re gonna get arrested

noya’s parents l o v e asahi and are glad that noya has someone to balance out all his energy

“that’s my boyfriend!! he’s so good at volleyball!!! i love him!!!” “noya, dont let him hear you or else he’s gonna get all nervous and freak out”

asahi is good at baking and always bakes stuff for noya when he’s coming over (they usually go to noya’s house/go out)

they move in with eachother a year after noya graduates and have pet fish

tanakiyo

started talking in tanaka’s third year but they didn’t really say anything

tanaka like couldn’t believe it??? but he just kept it to himself

noya knew something was up so he stole tanakas phone one day to see what his deal was and saw all his texts with “kiyoko 💕”

they didn’t start really dating, dating until tanaka graduated

to a lot of people kiyoko seems annoyed by him but she really loves him and always lets him know it

tanaka randomly sends her flowers while she’s at work or brings her home gifts that he saw while walking home

they both can cook really well and always cook dinner together

tanaka proposed on their three year anniversary and people told him it was too early but kiyoko said yes sooo

they have a cute little apartment right outside the city and have a pet dog

kiyoyachi

they don’t actually start dating until yachis third year

yachi doesn’t even figure out she likes kiyoko until it’s the end of the school year and doesn’t have the courage to ask her out

they stay really good friends and kiyoko helps yachi with whatever manager things she needs

frequently get coffee together and like once a week they facetime for like four hours

kiyoko asks yachi out in yachi’s third year, of course she says yes

they go to see karasuno play once in a while bc yachi wants to see her second/first years play

yachi steals kiyokos clothes a lot and they never match her clothes but she just like to be like “oh yeah this is my girlfriends jacket!!”

like the lesbians they are the move in together after like a year of dating

always invite the boys over when everyone’s in town to make sure everyone stays in touch

have like three cats

[kyotarou]

Hi!! Can you write osamu atsumu and suna with their s/o at amusement park? If it's too much you can just do one or two, thank you💕💕

amusement park date headcanons

characters: osamu, atsumu, & suna

warnings: light swearing, lil innuendo in atsumu’s but what can you expect

a/n: I don’t have Suna on my character list but I might have to add him now bc he’s adorable ahhh (* ^ ω ^)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　osamu, atsumu, + suna　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Osamu

It’s date night and you bring up the idea of going to an amusement park. Osamu’s response?:

“Who do I look like, Atsumu?”

“Well, yeah. That’s like the whole point…”

“I hate you.”

You manage to convince him by talking about the food there: funnel cake, hot dogs, pizza, you name it!

Osamu agrees since the thought of it makes you really excited and he wants you to be happy. Once he says yes, you attack him with hugs and kisses and he starts to regret his decision (but deep down he really likes these moments).

At the amusement park, you’re holding hands, practically bouncing around, pointing out all the different rides. Osamu can’t help but smile at how happy you are and you notice this. 

You start teasing him about it and he goes stoic again but his heart is so warm cause this boy is so in love with you.

He insists on eating first since you forced him on this date, even though you want to go on rides and relax later. He almost caves until he sees another couple with a tray of the most delicious looking nachos and suddenly he’s just:

“Head empty, no thoughts, only nachos.”

So he buys two trays, one for you and one for him cause he still loves you after all and would never leave you behind. You only eat half and give the rest to him but you grow concerned with how much he’s stuffing into his mouth since you’re supposed to go on rollercoasters after.

He assures you and says he can stomach it. You disagree, but Osamu is stubborn.

You’re having so much fun as you drag him ride after ride. When you look over he is pale. This man is GHOSTLY and he’s starting to look a little green.

“Uhm, let’s take a break.”

He nods and you lead him to a bench, rubbing his back while he stares blankly at the ground. He gets up so suddenly which makes you jump, announces he’ll be right back, and slips into the bathroom.

It’s been about ten minutes and you’re starting to worry, phone in hand ready to call him when he comes out, color on his face restored.

“Did you throw up?”

“Yep.”

You both went home after that.

Atsumu

When you ask Atsumu to go to an amusement park with you, he combusts bc he is so excited. His inner child is screaming like !!!yes!!!please!!!

In the car he’s super giddy and starts rambling about all the cute couple stuff y’all are gonna do and it gets you excited too. 

You’re staring at him in awe bc you love this boy so much and he loves you <33

Even though it was your idea, he’s the one taking the lead, going on ride after ride until your legs are shaking and you think you have a concussion. 

You mention this to him with a dry ass voice because of all the screaming and his snarky little ass is like: 

“I can think of another ride that’ll make you scream ;)”

“Tsumu, there are kids here!”

“Why don’t we have our own?”

“I hate you.”

You become his chaperone cause he gets distracted by everything he sees, especially in the arcade area where those giant teddy bears catch his eye.

He gets this smug look on his face and drags you to one of those game stands and pays up. The worker hands him three basketballs and you’re like, “Tsumu wrong sport-”

He winks at you and this mf SETS THE BASKETBALLS… AND MAKES IT IN!!!

The worker is like WTF since those hoops are purposefully rigged but it’s whatever.

Atsumu hands you the giant teddy bear he won and you nearly collapse because it’s almost as big as you.

A few people stare and scream, “Couple goals!”

Both of you are like, “Hell yeah, that’s my s/o.”

You go home, worn out but glad the two of you had a fun date.

Suna

Before you can ask, Suna hits you with a, “No.”

“?? I didn’t even say anything?? But okay if that’s what you want.”

“Wait no I’m sorry baby please tell me.”

You bring up the idea of going to an amusement park for date night and he says no again. 

He prefers spending time with you alone and in more intimate settings, like a sweet candlelit dinner or cuddling till you fall asleep. 

But the sad look on your face changes his mind and he reluctantly agrees. 

At the amusement park, he’s pretty quiet and lowkey scared of the rides (especially the ones that have those crazy corkscrews) but plays it off as laziness.

You beg him to go on at least one and he ends up having a blast but doesn’t admit it. His legs are a little wobbly afterwards, but you catch him, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

You go on more rides, holding hands and nuzzling your face in his neck.

After each rollercoaster ride, you check the screen in the gift shop where they display all the pictures, and in every one Suna has the most unamused face while you’re laughing or screaming.

He’s also dead silent on rides. Sometimes you forget he’s there until the end.

He seems to enjoy the food and arcade more since he can be alone with you. When you’re playing those shooting games, he gives you a back hug and rests his head on top of yours with the most gentle expression.

Suna starts growing tired so you end the date pretty early. At home, the two of you curl up in bed, him being the big spoon.

“How was it?” you ask

He places a kiss to the back of your head and whispers, “It was okay.”

You feel his smile against your hair. He won’t say it out loud, but that was the most fun he’s ever had.

[midshipmank]

i wanted LWJ with a motorcycle & somehow ended up with this librarian!LWJ & art student!WWX au

LWJ is a librarian at a public library 

WWX met LWJ when he returned some books 3 months late

LWJ looked at him all judgy like “these are 3 months late,” & WWX promptly became obsessed 

WWX is now a much more responsible library user, mostly because he’s there all the time

but listen he’s not great at focusing in the library, that’s why he doesn’t even use the one on campus. so now he’s his usual amount of restless + distracted by LWJ

trying to figure out how to make a move 

meanwhile LWJ is just like “do not throw crumpled pieces of paper through the air”

some of those crumpled pieces of paper are failed sketches of LWJ

one day WWX stays all the way to closing because LWJ PRETTY OKAY? also he has an art theory paper due pls don’t talk to him about it

so anyway he’s there when the library is closing & LWJ is like “leave”

so he goes :((( but he’s so late LWJ practically follows him out 

which 

is when WWX discovers that that pretty white & blue motorcycle that’s always parked out front?

that’s Lan Wangji’s 

he absolutely loses his mind

all of his friends know about his ridiculous librarian crush by now & they all make fun of him for it

but anyway, the poor boy has it bad

he’s like “A-Cheng, you don’t understand, he could step on me & i’d thank him. actually i think i need him to step on me.” 

JC is like “i did Not want to know that”

meanwhile WWX is bemoaning the fact that he ever became a responsible library user

“how am i supposed to interact with him. i can’t return books late anymore bc i’m always there! what would my excuse be? & he’s already explained how to use their database to me 3 times, i can’t keep looking this dumb” 

JYL is very gently like “maybe just ask him out?” 

“but he doesn’t like me! i committed library crimes! i have to get him to like me first!”

then WWX sees a flyer in the lobby asking for volunteers. there’s gonna be an event in the kids section! for some special reading day! who tf knows, WWX doesn’t care, the point is, he’s good with kids. that would probably be appealing to LWJ. right? right? WWX really doesn’t know. LWJ is so hard to read. on the one hand, he’s the most tight-laced & responsible person WWX has ever met. on the other, he has a very sexy motorcycle. WWX doesn’t know what to do with that

but okay he has a plan

he calls up WQ & goes “can i borrow A-Yuan”

he already babysits A-Yuan every week, so it’s not that weird right?

WQ is like “i stg WWX if you are going to use A-Yuan to attract hot guys like in that movie with the people who love dogs....”

& WWX is like “i would never use A-Yuan like a dog! WQ do you even know me!” 

he gets A-Yuan, barely

anyway, he gets to the library ready to read to a bunch of kids & gets side-eyed by a lot of parents, but he still has fun!!

LWJ is, unfortunately, not the librarian supervising the event, but he is reshelving when WWX is off reading duty & A-Yuan gets the zoomies

ie, zooms right into LWJ’s legs

LWJ is, surprisingly, good with kids. WWX may need to marry him. he somehow manages not to make a complete fool of himself after this revelation

in fact, after this interaction, WWX thinks he may actually have scored some points with LWJ. he’s elated

he’s building all these elaborate future schemes in his head when suddenly he gets a call from Auntie Yu

she wants to know why his grade in his art theory class has plummeted. 

oh right. that class. that class that’s taught by that professor who hates him & that he honestly can’t understand a word of & honestly he hates art theory, he’s good at art, why does he have to take theory too? 

Auntie Yu lets him know in no uncertain terms that if he doesn’t improve his grades by the end of the semester, she will stop supporting him—it’s bad enough that they let him go to art school after he flunked out of his business degree anyway 

so—fuck. fuck. 

WWX throws himself into the redo paper he manages to beg off LQR. he has 3 days & he’s gonna make them count 

the first day goes well, if by well you mean that he raids the art section of the library & works himself until closing & tries desperately not to look like he’s dying in front of LWJ

day 2 goes........similarly, except he falls asleep at his desk & doesn’t wake up until LWJ tells him the library is closing, which? wtf? LWJ usually wakes him up when he falls asleep in the library. WWX has been asleep for hours. 

& also he looks like a wreck, which is not cute

he flees from the library only to find that the bus is going..... going......... gone

fuck. he doesn’t have a car. 

he’s staring down the road after the bus, trying to figure out which friend with a car is available for him to call when he hears someone say “Wei Ying?” behind him

it’s Lan Zhan.

how mortifying. 

he tries to laugh off his situation, but LWJ gets this set expression on his face & says, “i will give you a ride home” 

& WWX is like kinda definitely freaking out because this was not how his first ride on LWJ’s sexy motorcycle was supposed to go. WWX had a plan. he was supposed to be flirtatious & ask LWJ about his bike & then LWJ would offer to give WWX a ride & they’d go all around the scenic parts of the city & when they stopped WWX would be all flustered & breathless & he’d wobble getting off the bike & maybe fall into LWJ & maybe—

okay so his plan was more like a daydream, but at the very least, he wasn’t supposed to look like he’d spent the last 48hrs out of the sun, drinking unhealthy amounts of shitty coffee, wearing a ratty hoodie & art-grimed jeans. like, they’re not even grimey in a cute way

but LWJ is insistent & WWX is weak, so somehow he ends up on the back of the bike wearing LWJ’s helmet with LWJ telling him to hold on tight

he’s half-convinced he’s fallen asleep on the bus stop bench & is dreaming the whole thing

but soon enough, it’s over & they’re stopped outside of WWX’s shitty student accommodations

he gets off & is trying to awkwardly thank LWJ when LWJ says, “you’ve seemed upset these past 2 days”

“ahaha, yeah, i’m just writing a paper”

“for an art theory class?”

WWX is like ????? but then he remembers that LWJ knows what books he checks out 

“yeah. it’s a redo actually. professor Lan hates me.” he forces a laugh. why did he say that. being hated by a professor is not cute, especially not to sexy librarian LWJ. 

“my uncle has high expectations,” LWJ says. 

WWX brain short circuits. 

“your uncle???” shit shit shit Lan Qiren is LWJ’s uncle! LWJ’s uncle hates him! he has no chance now! 

“mn.” 

WWX wants to die

LWJ looks considering, then says, “it is my day off tomorrow. if you would like, i can help you with the paper.”

WWX is already the least cute, most pathetic version of himself he’s ever been in his life. he says yes. 

so they meet up at the library the next day & WWX apologizes profusely for making LWJ come into work when it’s his day off. he promises LWJ endless free coffee from the coffeeshop he works at (even if he has to pay for it himself—he doesn’t tell LWJ that part). 

LWJ is way too nice to him & also manages to explain this school of art theory in a way that?? sort of?? makes sense?? though not in a way that makes WWX like it. but LWJ seems neutral about it, so at least he’s not trying to get WWX to agree with it.��

but anyway, WWX manages to pull a passable paper together & in the process LWJ reveals that he’s noticed WWX sketching in the library a lot more than WWX realized, and that he likes WWX’s art. 

WWX is lightheaded

he stares at LWJ for a while & LWJ looks at him & says, “Wei Ying. you should be typing.” 

WWX gets the paper done by 5pm somehow. somehow! he sends it off to LQR with a groan of relief. he’s so tired his bones are aching, but he looks over at LWJ, art theory & citation king, who of course always looks perfect & beautiful, & goes, “i could kiss you.” 

instead of “i don’t know how i’m ever going to thank you for this,” which is what he thought he was gonna say

LWJ’s eyes widen slightly & his ears go red. WWX wants to smack himself in the face. he wants to eat his words. he wants to crawl into a cramped dark place like a disgusting little mole & never see the sun again.

then LWJ says, “have dinner with me first.” 

WWX gapes at him. LWJ looks back, ears still red but eyes steady. 

“okay,” WWX squeaks. 

they go to dinner. WWX still feels like trash, but they end up having a rousing discussion about art & WWX learns all about when LWJ studied art history in undergrad & how he actually doesn’t like the kind of theory his uncle teaches (“but you’re too good to ever tell him that,” WWX teases. “....most of the time.” WWX laughs in delight.) 

LWJ reveals that he brought an extra helmet today, in case WWX needed a ride again. WWX is embarrassed & pleased & wants to marry LWJ again. feeling foolish, he leans into LWJ flirtatiously & suggests they go for a ride—just for the view. LWJ looks at him so long his knees turn to jelly. then LWJ says, “mn.” 

they make out on some scenic ridge somewhere

the end! 

other things about this au:

WWX does digital painting mostly, his ideal job is illustration/comics; he has a instagram/patreon he uses for art commissions (some of which are pornographic—LWJ catches him sketching in the library one day, early in this tableau. it does not go well.) 

his instagram/patreon is mostly anonymous. it’s not that he minds people knowing he draws explicit stuff sometimes, it’s that he doesn’t want Auntie Yu to find out 

he draws LWJ a lot

not explicitly

(at least not until he’s got a life model and LWJ’s consent)

he’s not at the library 24/7. he has a coffeeshop job, classes, studio time for non-digital art, A-Yuan, and friends. but he’s at the library a lot.

this is undergrad for WWX, but he’s non-trad. he flunked out of a soul-sucking business degree in his first go at undergrad & was on pretty shaky ground with the Jiang family for a while. then he sold some of his art & Auntie Yu said they would support him through art school if it was the only thing he was good at. kinda stung, but at least he doesn’t have to pay tuition.

he’s desperate to prove he can make it as an artist

when anyone asks LWJ about his bike, he says he got it because it allows him to weave around traffic. yes, there’s more to it than that, but no he won’t go into it. (this entire au formed because i found out WYB rides motorcycles professionally & went, “wow that’s hot.” we have no thoughts here.) 

WWX did not have to try to make LWJ like him. LWJ liked him. & while WWX might not have gotten his ideal first bike ride, you better believe LWJ got his. he daydreams about scooping WWX onto his bike & riding off into the sunset

[yyxgin]

my mum always calls them my ‘korean cartoons’ but it’s understandable bc she’s usually wiped out by the afternoon (she’s up v early AM to go to work so by PM she just wants to sleep) and i mean i watch kdramas so at least she’s got one thing right. better than chinese tv (which is what my dad used to call it before he learned his friends daughter also watches kdrama and anime 🥰 WIN for me tbh 😋

i forgot to watch the movies 😅 but i’m not at work tomorrow so i’ll definitely watch them tonight 🙂 at least one. bro,, today, my goodness lemme,, oh my god. they insist on feeding me before i leave (i am NOT complaining) and today my manager ordered prezzo for herself (italian cuisine) and she was begging me to take some of her pizza home w me even though she’d literally just watched me eat the thai food and one of the chefs brought krispy kreme w her after getting some food supplies and she told me to take one i get fed SO good i’m gonna die if i don’t work there for the rest of my life honestly!! and the food runner made thai tea from scratch (which i’ve only ever had instant bc i thought it would be nice one time and now i live off it) i’m gonna combust i’m living my dream life fr 😫🙏🙏

i can not see myself working anywhere else at this point,, although i’m sad that some of the staff are going to uni in october since i would’ve spent the a few months forming relationships w them by that point 😭 but it’s gucci im gonna love it honestly.

my manager told me why she hired me and i just... yeah she made me sound so good. i’m pleased. wow i love it. i’m rambling now... do you have any pets? or are you allergic? i feel like i haven’t come across someone who’s allergic and will soon. maybe that’s just me being weird 😳

oh wait i forgot!! i love that jaehyun is such an anti-y/n. nctzens are wild to me and honestly i feel like it sucks sometimes bc it just depends really on their mood. like for mark he’s worn out anyway (pro debuter ™️) and it sucks i suppose. i reckon if the audience was younger they wouldn’t be so worn out or looking like they didn’t wanna be there. personally i always act more enthusiastic for younger kids but they’re idols and they’re probably just thinking ‘we’re people just like you’ god idk what i’m saying anymore i hope that made sense! my brain is rotting on the bus ride home.

i hope you had a good day today 🥺 ~ 🌻

my parents are kind of xenophobic tbh but i'm tired of arguing with them,,but nowadays they just call them "my korean boys" which doesn't sound as bad compared to what they used to call them before <3

ooh i hope you had a relaxing day 😎 you deserve it after working so hard !! YOUR COWORKERS SOUND LIKE ANGELS ON EARTH OMG THEY FEED YOU ??? FOR FREE ??? i want coworkers like that. dude i really hope my coworkers will be nice and that i'll get on with them bc if not i will cry😔 YOUR WORKS SOUNDS LIKE A DREAM PLS NEVER QUIT IT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. what did your boss tell you ?? why did she hire you?

i do not have any pets😔 but like,,i dont mind. i'm that kind of person that gets bored of things really easily and i wouldnt want to do that to an animal?? like thats fucked up. i wanted a fish because they're fairly easy to take care of but i figured that i'd probably be a bad fish mum so i just yk,,,didnt get it (also my mum said no). my grandma has a dog that i call my own tho bc i brought it to her house and fed it and was the one who let him shit on their property for the first time so its pretty much mine <3 i also have a feeling that i'm his favorite one so🥰🥰 he is tiny and angy and lowkey kind of a not so good boy but thats okay we love him nonetheless. he is sick tho so im worried abt him😔 what about you ?? do you have any pets ?? (also your intuition was bad i am not allergic djsnsm)

yeaah i get what you're saying with the nct fan situation,,but at the same time i actually think they dont mind as much ?? like mark (he is so tired i bet) literally talks like he's besties w the international fans on fancalls sometimes (when he gets the normal fans) and yangyang called us his besties 😭✋ its that sometimes it can get too much.

i had a good day today !! i hope you had one as well🥺

[poledancingsquid]

Wicked Game Fanmix

Look I said I’d make this in 2018 and then life was A LOT but I finally finished it today and frankly it’s still my absolute favourite BFU fic.

If you haven’t read Wicked Game go read it ( and send your adoring praise to @mephsation ) If you’re swerving spoilers do NOT read the rest of this yet bc boy am I about the quote the shit out of my favourite fic and also I’ve written a brief summary of every chapter in case people have forgotten.

If you don’t want to read my reasoning and just want the songs here’s a Spotify playlist

So Chapter one: Shane’s just joined the precinct, when Ryan works out the scene they’re at was by a copycat rather than the Lover Shane responds by just saying “You’re Brilliant.”

We’re gonna be friends- The White Stripes, it’s the beginning of Ryan impressing Shane and they’re already conversing easily, honestly this is the chapter I struggled to find a song for the most.

Chapter two: This is where we meet Jess for the first time and find out about her and Shane’s relationship. It’s also when Ryan establishes that the copycat is shorter than the killer so the song I picked was

Looking up- Paramore, granted this is entirely down to the first lyrics being “Things are looking up oh finally” but it’s a banger anyway

Chapter three: This is when Ryan gets the first email. Ryan also nearly gets stabbed and Shane shoots a suspect, the copycat writes ‘he’s not good enough for you’ in blood.

Chic- Leadley primarily for “We could last forever she could last all week” Jess is so sure she’s better suited to Shane than Ryan is.

Chapter four: The second email arrives, explaining that the Lover has killed a man for the first time, the man looks like Ryan.

One More Murder- Better Than Ezra “One more murder in this town don’t mean a thing” which is what Ryan tries to convince himself after a lookalike is murdered.

Chapter five: This is where Ryan first realises he has a crush on Shane, it’s also the chapter with the press conference where the Lover’s sexuality is raised and when Shane admits he’s questioning is sexuality sending Ryan into a slight spiral based on his fear of being outed.

Would you be so Kind?- Dodie I’m not sure who’s POV I think this applies to more at this point.

Chapter six: This is the chapter where Ryan apologises to Shane for his reaction to him coming out, it is also the chapter where an LAPD officer who is the exact same race as Ryan and looks like him is killed, Ryan throws up.

Fear and Loathing- Marina and the Diamonds This is mostly in relation to Ryan’s fears about coming about though I suppose could also be applied to the whole serial killer killing people who are very similar to him thing.

Chapter seven: This is when Ryan and Shane go on their Not! Date that is definitely a date, it ends in their first kiss and Shane blowing him on the couch “Please don’t make me regret this”.

Brilliant Mind- Furniture throughout the fic Shane is constantly fascinated by how ‘brilliant’ Ryan is and this chapter epitomises that. “ You must be out of your brilliant mind”

Chapter eight: Ryan tells Shane about the homophobia he’s experienced in the past, Jess finds out they spent the night together “woke in an empty bed aching for a presence he has no business missing”. Shane is helping a friend clean their apartment so he goes to meet Jess at a bar and gets spiked.

Far too young to die- Panic! at the disco I went with this song because essentially it’s a recurring theme that Ryan almost dies also the obsessive nature of the verses fit in with Shane’s behaviour “ I've never so adored you, I'm twisting allegories now,I want to complicate you, Don't let me do this to myself”

Chapter nine: This is when Ryan wakes up in the hospital, Shane starts to behave oddly and just says he is working on a theory, he also invites himself over to take care of Ryan, Ryan discovers the cleaning supplies in a publi bin. The chapter ends with Shane revealing that Jess is the copycat and the bombshell of “Schmidtt thinks I’m the lover”

If I lose it- Charlie Simpson A little because of the medical stuff at the start of the Chapter a lot because Shane seems so scared for Ryan and ultimately the uncertaintly at the end of the chapter “ I can't tell you what will happen, To us as the days passed, Please just stay with me.”

Chapter ten: Shane plays the recording of Jess, Ryan plans to spend a night with Jess despite everyone telling him not to. Shane begs Ryan not to be scared of him “no more innocents” Jess texts him that she is going to kill someone if he doesn’t come to her immediately, he locked both their guns in the safe so goes unarmed.

Pressure- Paramore this is frankly one of the most stressful chapters to read because Ryan commits dumbassery after dumbassery and I think this embodies that intense STRESS feeling very well

Chapter eleven:Jess is arrested, Shane almost shoots her in full view of the bodycam, Ryan gets shot and Shane is going on trial to ensure Jess pleads guilty.

Coming Down- Halsey This is where Ryan starts to see a possible darker side to Shane  “I found the Devil, I found him in a lover, And his lips like tangerine, In his color coded speak”

Chapter twelve: This is when it’s officially revealed that Shane’s a murderer, he stands by no innocents killing Leo Tayler with an axe after he caused the deaths of his children.

Monster- Paramore “ You were my conscience, so solid, now you're like water We started drowning, not like we'd sink any further” this is the point at which Ryan’s conscience is starting to slip (even if it’s giving Shane more of one)

Chapter thirteen: With no more murders they are eventually taken of the Lover case Jess’s trial is over quickly and she pleads guilty, Shane’s trial drags on, Ryan finds out he killed a criminal in one of his first weeks on duty, he’s found not guilty, Ryan sees Shane at the firing range and says that he wants Leo to be dead, he gets home from work to find Shane in his LAPD uniform.  The head is delivered to Ryan

Crazy=Genius- Panic! at the Disco, this is a bit of a summary of Shane’s character throughout honestly but also this really feels like the turning point of no return, Shane would do anything for Ryan including murder, and it’s through his ‘genius’ he was found not guilty. 

Chapter fourteen: As they investigate Leo Taylor’s murder Ryan begins to suspect Shane, this is where he quizzes Shane, discovers a knife in his home that isn’t his, later whilst investigating the deaths of sex wokers Ryan runs into a building without back up, Shane shoots Douglas and Ryan basically asks him to kill Murray

One Little Lie- Simple Creatures because at this point Ryan basically knows Shane is a murderer he just gets very good at lying to himself “I tell myself one little lie and the pain don’t phase me”

Chapter fifteen: So basically whilst fucking Shane Ryan thanks him for killing Douglas and then he bites him until it draws blood because Shane asked him to/ They manage to book a holiday eventualy, Ryan finds out Shane has a ssecond phone and saves the number. They go literally everywhere Ryan loves: Knotts Berry Farm, A Lakers Game, Disneyland there’s a car crash and Ryan stops to save the victims. Shane admits he wouldn’t have stopped. When they’re due to return to work Shane leaves early. When Ryan gets to work there’s a rung on his desk and email from Shane. He tries to call him on both phones “ I would’ve said yes”

Already Gone- Kelly Clarkson look when I started this playlist this was the only song I was certain was fitting for this particular part of the story because in his own way Shane is trying to protect Ryan by leaving. “ And I want you to know, You couldn't have loved me better, But I want you to move on, So I'm already gone”

Chapter sixteen: Shane watched him for ten years. Ryan remarries after moving to Chicago although he still wears Shane’s ring around his neck. Another killer goes after him. Shane finds out and it culminates in his shooting Weber. Ryan instantly knows it’s Shane and makes a come hither motion.

I felt younger when we met- Waterparks Ryan has had the guilt of hiding what he knows about Shane for a decade, he still cares about him but it kills him inside “ Do you see, You're the reason I can't sleep?, Lose it where your head should be”

Chapter seventeen:Ryan and Shane meet in a bar, Shane tells him the names of everybody he killed, they go home together after Ryan tries and fails ot arrest him, Shane chokes him until he’s either unconscious or dead and turns himself in the next day

Pompeii- Bastille This chapter is straight up just dark nostalgia (which frankly you can inject into my veins) “And if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all” In the dark between my sheets

[scandeniall]

dive deep ch. //3

pairing: akaashi x reader

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“Promise me you’ll play nice.” The writer is currently outside the cafe where she’s supposed to be meeting her new editor for the first time. Kuroo insisted on coming along saying something along the lines of not having seen this Akaashi guy in like a year. “I’m always nice,” the writer huffs, un-clicking the seat belt that felt suffocating. “Drunk you is always nice. Sober? She could use some work.” Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) reaches for the door handle before a touch on her arm stops her. 

“I’m serious (Y/N).” The usual teasing look in her friend’s eye had hardened, completely opposite to the gentle stroke of his thumb along her arm. “Akaashi is a good guy. And like you, he’s good at what he does. So give it a chance alright.” The softness of her friend's voice, caused the writer to take a mental pause, calming herself before nodding. “Thanks Kuroo.”

“Also, I’m sure Bokuto had to beg the guy so let’s not waste his time alright.”

The two make their way into the coffee shop, Kuroo smiling at the cashier who manages to make eye contact with him. Meanwhile the writer quickly pulls up an email, to see for any sign of the editor. He should be in a navy blue shirt, very dark colored hair. Looking around, and seeing no one matching that, the writer feels a twitch in her eye. This guy is late. “Relax. We’re early. Remember.” 

(Y/N) let out a sigh of relief remembering how she’s been the one to insist they arrived early. One of her attempts at trying to make a good first impression. After all, Kuroo wasn’t the only one insisting that this Akaashi guy was good. The writer had been given a Kenma style lecture as well. “Try to keep this one (Y/N). It’ll be your fifth one. And he’s nice. Played him in volleyball back in high school.” The gamer had said the night he found out what unlucky person Kuroo had found to be your editor. “The other ones sucked,” you’d insisted in between bites of rice. “You suck too.”

“Hey,” Kuroo nudges the writer out of her thoughts. “He’s here. Look alive would you.” She watches as her friend stands to greet the man, following his lead. Just not as friendly and familiar. “Hey Akaashi, its been a while yeah? Anyways this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Akaashi.” The writer gives the man a quick look over. He's pretty. The thought is fleeting before she finds herself meeting his outstretched hand. 

“Akaashi. Akaashi, Keiji.” 

“(Y/N). Thank you for agreeing to work with me.” The woman slips back into the booth, Kuroo next to her as Akaashi gets comfortable across the table. “It’s my pleasure. I’ve been a fan of your work for a while now.”  The writer’s previously tensed shoulders relaxed as a sincere smile graced her face. “Thank you so much.”

“What no, thanks to me? I’m the one who even reached out to Bokuto in the first place. I really am the best aren’t I” Kuroo interrupts, causing both adults to look at him blankly. “You’ve spent too much time with Bokuto over the years,” The editor retaliates, before pulling his laptop out. Now it's time to talk business. 

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“That wasn’t so bad now was it,” Kuroo mentions. The two had just gotten in his car after their meeting with Akaashi. The two men spent a few minutes catching up, before promising to catch up and include Bokuto and Kenma soon. Then the attention shifted towards the job at hand. The writer and editor discussed a few general points for their partnership, including payment, general timeline, appropriate hours to be contacted before exchanging numbers. Before, they departed, they made the promise to meet up in a week, to actually talk about the manuscript. “He’s pretty,” the writer answered absentmindedly. “And he likes my older work, so he seems to have taste.” The scoff from beside her causes the writer to shift her attention to the driver.

“You think this one’s gonna work out? You need the final manuscript by the end of the year. It's already March. You're running out of time, and I don’t have anymore contacts for you-”

“I know that already Kuroo.” The writer rolls her eyes, before focusing her eyes out the window and onto the moving street. “I have to get over my shit. I’m more than aware of that.”

“(Y/N) I-”

“I know you care, Kuroo.It doesn’t even matter right now. I just want to go home and nap.” Kuroo lets out a sigh as the two continue the rest of their ride in silence.

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“So how’d it go,” is the first thing Akaashi hears when he answers his phone. It’s Bokuto again. Apparently he’d heard from Kuroo that him and the writer had met today, and demanded to know everything that happened. “Things were. Fine” Akaashi paused in the middle to try and think of how his meeting with the writer went. “She seems nice enough,” he continued. 

And it was true. (Y/N) was polite, however he didn’t miss the jaded look that generally graced her features. No, it wasn’t unusual for writers to look that way, but it's typically not seen to the extent the writer had until decades into their career. The fatigue and burnout from having to pump out project after project takes a toll, however to look that way so early into one's career was new to Akaashi. It was almost a little concerning. He’d once edited for an older man who had been writing upwards of 30 years. The man was completely drained and tired of the industry, that trying to get the man to follow his timeline was like pulling teeth with no anesthetics. Akaashi could only hope the writer had just typical fatigue. He couldn’t deal with another situation like that again. 

“C’mon, Akaashi, give me more details than that. Is she funny, are you going to fall in love and am I going to be your best man-”

“Bokuto, we are not going to get married. We’re working together on a project and that’s it.” Akaashi ignored the way his friend huffed over the phone. Something about another failed cupid, when he wasn’t even trying to set the two up anyways. Akaashi figured he’d end the topic for good with his next statement. 

“Besides, her and Kuroo seemed pretty close.”

“Yeah, they’ve been really good friends for years. And Kenma.” It took a moment for the words to register in Bokuto’s mind. “Kuroo has a girlfriend and didn’t even tell me!”

a/n: uh yeah sorry for how short these chapters end up being idk i’m both really in love with the ideas for this but am also struggling to lengthen these up, bc im used to writing lengthy pieces idk. And I always see good places to stop at so yeah. Anyways hmmm Kuroo and (Y/N)???? Also someone stop telling me to write and update in the middle of the night PLS

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Miley // th x fem!oc

Summary: Tom meets a singer at a club she’s performing at and she decides to take him home for the night. 

Part of my Drive North series; you can read the rest here. Feel free to listen to the song Miley by the SWMRs, as it is an inspiration for the story. Yes, they are singing about Miley Cyrus but Miley is an OFC here. 

Warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+ please, degradation kink, mild choking, dom!Tom (bc ooF), mentions of past drug and alcohol abuse, swearing

word count: 5.4k

Tom was on a small break from filming after the Spiderman: Far From Home premiere. Harrison had brought him to a small club, he said a band was playing he thought Tom would love. He was a few drinks in, hanging out at the bar while Harrison danced with a pretty girl. He heard the band make their way on stage and turned to watch them set up.

****

Miley lit up the blunt and took a drag of it before passing it to Billie, and they passed it to Rainne before Miley took the last drag.

“Alright, fuck pop on three,” she says, holding her hand in the middle as her bandmates followed suit.

“Fuck pop!” The cheered, tossing their hands up in the air, snickering as they left the backroom.

“Hey what’s up fuckers, it’s your least favorite band Cheeky Devils here, time to make some noise!” Miley says into the main microphone, a huge grin spreading across her face as the club cheers and shouts.

****

Holy fuck, Tom watched as the main singer spoke into the microphone. He tried to pay attention to what she said but he could only pay attention to her. She had bright pink hair, a ripped up Green Day T-shirt, a tight leather skirt, fishnet stockings, and leather boots. She had pink lipstick that just about matched her hair and the way she licked her lips as she talked drove him crazy.

He didn’t know who she was but he wanted to find out. He pulls out his phone and googles the band name and finds a website they have, advertising their music, posting upcoming gigs, talking about how each of them came to be in the band. He clicked on her profile, or at least he was pretty sure it was her, the hair in her picture was bright blue but her facial features were the same.

Hey whats up fuckers my names Miley, founder and lead singer of this lil group, just a group of folx trying to figure their lives out and making good music while they do it.

****

Miley was probably a little too high as she sang the chorus of their third song in the set, a little off rhythm and Billie could tell, giving her glances every so often as she jumped up and down, her hair getting stuck in her face.

She scanned the crowd to see if there was anyone she might want to bring home, feeling like it was going to be one of those nights.

It was pretty crowded, the dance floor full of people jumping up and down or grinding on each other. She noticed a few people sitting at the bar, one guy wasn’t paying too much attention, sitting on his phone. When he did look up, his eyes met hers and she let her eyes wander down his body, practically undressing him with her eyes as much as she could.

He was wearing a tight white T-shirt, his arms looked fucking perfect as he took a sip of his drink. He was wearing what looked like jeans that hugged his thighs so nicely she could ride them for days. She knew the weed was making her horny so she shook it off, putting her attention to the final part of the song, making the vocals perfect as it finished. They had another five songs in the set and they took a pause to all grab some water.

“How’s everyone doing tonight? Having fun?” Miley said, her voice rough from some of the shouted lyrics.

The crowd cheered as Rainne cued them for the start of the fourth song.

****

Tom couldn’t help but get hard when he saw the way Miley looked at him. The way her eyes scanned his body, the way she would still sing perfectly while focusing her attention on him.

He fiddled in his seat, downing the rest of his beer and motioning to the bartender for another one.

He scanned the crowd of people, looking for Harrison but noticing that he was nowhere to be found. He must’ve slipped out with whoever he was dancing with.

For the rest of their set Tom just watched, watched as Miley jumped up and down as she sang, her voice rougher and deeper as the night moved on. He smirked when he noticed her nipples through her shirt, not so subconsciously licking his lips.

****

As they finished their set Miley noticed the man licking his lips, his hand gripping his beer bottle so tight she thought it might break.

“Thank you London! Hope to see more of you all later!” Miley said as the crowd cheered, she set the microphone down and grabbed her water bottle finishing it off as her and her bandmates left the stage.

As they made their way back to their dressing room Billie elbowed her, “who were you eye fucking back there?”

“No idea,” Miley laughs, saying hi to some people who were standing around outside their dressing room.

“Can we get a picture with y’all?” A woman asks, eagerly holding up her phone.

“Sure, would love to,” Miley says as the three of them stand behind the woman and smile for her photo.

“Okay, Miley, you’re going to go out there and you’re going to find that guy and fuck him silly,” Billie says as they walk into the dressing room.

“Ughh, I don’t know if he’d be down for what I want,” Miley whines, flopping down on the couch.

“Well, you know what? You’ll never fucking know unless you get your ass out there and find out. And if he’s not down then you kick his ass out of your hotel room. Easy as that,” Billie says.

“Fine, but it’s a total bust I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Oh it won’t be, I’ve got faith in you and whoever you decide to bring home.”

“Oh shut up, I’m gonna get a little more stoned first,” Miley said digging through her purse to find her dab pen. She took a few hits before tossing it back in her purse, standing up.

“I’ll see you all bright and early at 2pm tomorrow for our drive to the next show, don’t have too much fun fuckers,” Miley says as she left the dressing room.

****

Tom hung out at the bar after the set, finishing his beer and looking towards the hallway that went to what he assumed was the dressing room.

He watched as Miley came walking down the hallway, turning his head when he noticed her notice him staring.

He turned towards the bar and looked down the neck of his empty beer bottle, fingers tapping along the wood of the counter. She sat next to him, his eyes darted to her fingers which seemed to copy his movements, tapping along the counter.

“H-hi,” Tom stuttered out, shit, he’s never been this nervous trying to pick up a girl before.

He turned to face her, watching as she slowly smirked, “you talking to me?”

She still hasn’t turned in her seat, fingers creating a familiar beat against the counter.

“Yes.”

“Is there a reason you said hi or?”

“I, I wanted to say I really loved your set, those were all your songs?”

“Yeah, I wrote most of them, the rest of the band help me come up with the tunes and rhythms and shit.”

“So you’re a writer?”

“Nah, just song lyrics, nothing special,” Miley shakes her head, finally turning it to look at Tom.

She was a lot prettier up close, she only wore the bright pink lipstick, the rest of her face bare, she had lots of freckles which he wasn’t able to see while she was on stage.

“Gonna keep staring at me or say something?”

“Well what do you want me to do?”

“Nah, not how this works cutie, want someone to tell me what they want, what they’re going to do to me. So, you know my name? What’s yours?”

“Tom,” he says, turning his body towards her.

“So Tom, what are you going to do to me? If I think you’re worth my time.”

Tom’s whole demeanor changed, standing up and resting his hand on her opposite hip, his lips ghosting over her ear.

“Well, Miley, you’re the type of girl who’s a leader, who likes to be in charge out here, that’s why you’re being a little bit of a brat, but in the bedroom, oh sweetheart in the bedroom,” Tom says, “in the bedroom you want someone to take control, tell you what to do, make you feel everything and still leave you begging for more.”

She had tilt her head back a little, her hair pushed away from her neck, her eyes shut, imaging what Tom was saying.

“Go on Tom, how’d you make me feel everything?”

“Well Miley, I don’t know if you want me to tell you here, don’t want you to come in front of everyone, so why do I show you?” Tom whispers, his mouth ghosting over her neck now.

“Fuck, let’s get out of here Todd,” Miley grins standing up as Tom stood up with her.

“Hmm, try again sweetheart,” Tom says, pulling her flush against him.

“Tim?” Miley smirks, eyes looking wickedly up at Tom.

“Not quite,” he says, his hands grabbing her ass.

“Tom?”

“There ya go,” He says, pulling her with him towards the front door.

“Hotel’s only a block away,” Miley says as the quickly leave the club.

There was a line of people waiting to get in, a few people noticing the pair and taking pictures, shouting to them.

“Wait, how do they know you?” Miley asks, her brows furrowed.

“I’m full of surprises sweetheart,” Tom says, “lead the way.”

Miley all but drags Tom back to her hotel, his hands all over her, but never where she wanted them the most on the elevator ride up. She manages to unlock her door and he pushes her inside, slamming her back against the door.

“Fuck Tom, wanna show me what you’d do to me?” Miley says as Tom leaves rough marks down her neck.

“Patience sweetheart, come on, strip for me,” he says, stepping away from her.

She grins, walking towards the center of the room in front of the bed, pushing him to sit down on it.

She slowly unzipped her skirt, kicking off her boots while tugging the skirt down her legs.

“Take your time pretty girl, wanna see all of you,” Tom says, resting his hands behind him as he watched Miley strip.

She slowly pulls off the fishnet stockings, underneath was a black thong which left nothing to the imagination. She paused there, shrugging off her leather jacket and playing with her tits above her shirt before pulling it over her head.

“Wow pretty girl, those tits look even better in person. Couldn’t help but think you were teasing everyone when you were jumping up and down tonight, no bra on, could practically see your nipples through your shirt,” Tom says, wetting his lips.

“Had my eyes on you the whole night Tom,” Miley says, pulling her thong down and tossing it to the side.

“I saw the way you looked at me, stripping me with your eyes.”

“Wanna strip you for real,” Miley says, moving to straddle his lap.

“Nuh uh, baby girl,” Tom says, placing his hands on her hips and stopping her.

“What?”

“I think you deserve a punishment, for teasing me all night, for being a little brat,” Tom says and watches as Miley shudders, nodding.

“Anything you don’t want me to do, just tell me to stop okay?” He says, his hands maneuvering her so her cunt rested between his thighs, her upper body resting on the bed next to him.

“Okay Tom,” Miley says, wiggling her ass a little.

“Fuck, you really wanna get it don’t you?” He says, smacking her ass lightly.

“Fuck, come on Tom, show me you’ve got what I want,” Miley says, her hands digging into his leg.

“Don’t tell me what to do, that’s my job,” Tom says as his hand slaps her ass again, causing her to buck against him, “be still baby girl, gotta take your punishment like a good girl.”

“What if I don’t want to be a good girl?”

“Oh yeah? What would you want to be Miley?” Tom says, his hand colliding with her ass again.

“Fuck, Tom!” Miley cries out as he slaps her ass over and over again.

“What do you want to be Miley? Answer me,” Tom says, changing his rhythm, alternating slaps randomly so she never saw what would come next.

“Wanna be, oh fuck, wanna be your slut Tom,” Miley cries out as he pushes her thighs apart.

“Fuck, you’re practically drooling onto the bed for me Miley, such a dirty slut, thinking about what you want me to do to this dripping cunt huh?”

“Fuck, yes please Tom,” Miley says as his hand comes down to smack her cunt, a little lighter than his slaps to her ass. She bucks against him and moans into her arm, trying not to be too loud.

His hand wraps around her pink hair and tugs, forcing her to look up as his other hand slaps her cunt harder.

“Tom!” She cries out as he drops her hair, his hand moving to hold open her thighs.

“Why don’t you get on all fours for me pretty girl?” He says, slapping her ass before running a finger through her dripping cunt. He lets go of her and smirks as she scrambles up farther on the bed, moving to stick her red ass up and her head down.

“You were born to be like this huh, know this position well?” Tom asks, smirking as he moves behind her.

“Yes, fuck, Tom, my favorite position,” Miley whines as his finger slips between her folds, moving to rub her clit a little before pushing into her cunt.

“Take my finger so well, want another one?”

“Yes, please fuck me, please Tom, want another finger, please,” Miley groans as he pushes another finger alongside his first, feeling his jean covered legs rub against her thighs and sore ass.

“This feel good slut? Tell me when you’re going to come, wanna hear you loud and clear,” he says, his thumb rubbing harsh circles on her clit. His other hand holds her ass, switching between groping it and slapping it, watching it bounce as he fucked her with his fingers.

“Fuck, Tom gonna come, almost there,” Miley whines, fucking herself back on his fingers.

He quickly pulls his hands away from her, she could only feel his jeans rough against her as she whined.

“Only good girls get to come, and what are you Miley? Are you a good girl?”

“No, I’m, I’m your slut,” she whines, pushing back against nothing.

“Exactly,” Tom says, his hand trailing up her back to tug at her hair, pulling her back flush against his clothed chest, “and do sluts get to come?”

“No,” Miley stutters out as he drops her back down on the bed.

“Good, now you tell me when you’re close again, or else you’ll get in big trouble,” Tom says, the feeling of his jeans disappearing from her thighs, she turns her head to see him lying on his back, his head right underneath her pussy.

“Yes Tom, tell you when I’m close,” Miley says as his hands wrap around her thighs, bringing her pussy to his lips. He takes his time, slowly licking the juices from her before lightly sucking on her clit, letting her ride his face for a little bit until her whines got a little too high pitched, so he switched to fucking her hole with his tongue, his fingers flicking her clit, causing her to buck and shake above him.

“Fuck, Tom, I’m close again, please don’t stop please let me come, please,” Miley whines, crying out when he pushes her up, wiggling out from underneath her.

“Hmm, don’t think you’ve earned that yet slut,” Tom says, his hands pulling off his jacket and shirt.

“Please, Tom wanna earn it wanna earn the right to come, tell me how to, please,” Miley whines, her cunt clenching around nothing, just waiting for something to fill her.

“Such a needy little slut huh? No worries, I’ll fuck you eventually,” he says slipping off the bed. She starts to turn her head to see what he’s doing but he stops her, “eyes up front baby, be patient.” He quickly strips of his jeans and underwear, grabbing a condom from his wallet and slipping it on.

“Is this what you wanted slut?” He asks as he bottoms out, smirking as she calls out his name.

“Yes Tom, wanted this, wanted you to fuck me,” Miley says as he fucks into her, leaning down to kiss and mark her back with his lips.

“Fuck you’re so tight baby girl, when’s the last time you’ve been fucked?”

“Been a while, been on tour, never found someone willing to, oh fuck, fuck me like this,” Miley groans as he pulls her flush with his bare chest now.

“Oh yeah? Fuck you nice and hard? Fuck you like this?” He says, his words accentuated with each thrust of his hips. His hands grab her tits, pinching her nipples between his fingers as she cries out for him.

“Gonna come, oh god Tom, please can I come? Please let me come,” Miley whines as Tom’s fingers leave her nipples, a hand wrapping around her throat.

“Gimme a second Miley, don’t be fucking greedy, wait for me,” he whispers in her ear, pounding into her as his hand moves to rub her clit, “hold it slut, be a good girl for me and hold it.”

“Fuck, Tom, I-,” her words cut off as his grip tightens around her throat, causing her to clench around him, feeling her orgasm fast approaching.

“Come for me slut,” he says, releasing her throat and dropping her to the bed as he comes, his thumb rubbing steady circles on her clit as she comes around him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Miley mumbles into the sheets as Tom pulls out of her, stripping his cock off the condom and tossing it in the trash can by the bed. He flops down next to her, pulling her into his chest.

“Was that okay?” He asks, pushing the hair out of her eyes.

“Yes oh my god, that was, amazing,” Miley laughs, coughing a little.

“Here lemme get you some water,” Tom says, scooting out of the bed.

“It’s fine, I gotta pee anyways, I’ll be back,” Miley says standing up and making her way to the bathroom.

***

Miley steps inside the bathroom and closes the door, looking at her appearance in the mirror. Her hair is fucked, her lipstick slightly smeared, marks down the side of her neck, her ass sore.

She peed and grabbed water, taking a sip, coughing a little before bringing the rest back to bed.

“Hey,” Tom says, reaching his arms out.

Miley crawls back into bed, taking another sip of the water before handing it to Tom, cuddling into his side.

“So you gonna tell me how all those people seemed to recognize you?”

“I’m, yeah I’m an actor,” Tom says, placing the water on the side table.

“Woah that’s dope, what movies and shit have you been in?”

“I was in Lost City of Z, Edge of Winter, uhh Spiderman.”

“Oh sick, never seen those, did you like them?”

“Yeah, love it, you’ve seriously never seen me in a movie?”

“Uhh, no? Am I supposed to recognize you or?”

“Nah just thought you might.”

“Yeah I’m not a nerd, don’t watch comic book movies.”

“They aren’t just for nerds!”

“That’s what nerds say.”

“Pssh, I think you’d like the Spiderman movies.”

“Are you a dork in them?”

“Very much so.”

“Who are you? You like a British Spiderman or something?”

“Nope, I’m Spiderman from Queens.”

“Wait, you’re Spiderman Spiderman?”

“Yeah what else would I be?”

“I don’t fucking know,” Miley shrugged, shivering a little.

“Here lemme get our shirts,” Tom says pulling away to grab their shirts from the floor. He tosses them to Miley who pulls on Tom’s as he gets back in bed with his underwear on, pulling her ripped up Green Day T-shirt on.

“Wow this is comfy,” Miley laughs as Tom settles back down beside her.

“So what’s the next stop on this little tour of yours?”

“Scotland, got a cool gig in Edinburgh then Glasgow, we’re opening for a band on tour for the next month.”

“Oh that’s so cool what band?”

“The SWMRs, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of them, a punk rock band, just released their second album a few months ago.”

“Hmmm, I haven’t but I’ll have to give them a listen.”

“They’re pretty great.”

“I’ll believe it,” Tom says, running his fingers up and down Miley’s arm.

“That was fun, thank you for uh, being down with what I wanted.”

“Of course I’m glad that you took well to what I was thinking you wanted, you know what I wanted to do when I first saw you up close though?”

“What?” Miley laughs as Tom tickles her sides.

“Count your freckles.”

“Oh well buddy that might take a long time,” she says as his hands caress her face.

“I’ve got time.”

He straddles her hips, his finger gently touching each freckle, counting out loud, kissing across her face as he does.

****

“You’ve got 68 freckles on your face,” he says, laying back down next to her.

“Wow, I’ll make sure to keep note of that,” Miley laughs as Tom lays back down next to her.

“This was fun,” Tom says, yawning.

“Yeah, wanna, uhh, no that’s stupid.”

“What? Nothing you could say is stupid.”

“Do you wanna spend the night maybe order some pizza or something?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Tom smiles, grabbing his phone.

“I’ll eat literally anything but pineapple,” Miley laughs as Tom opens his phone.

“Three missed calls, hey, my mom called me and she usually only calls me when somethings wrong, I’ll be right back,” Tom says, getting up off the bed.

Miley shrugs, reaching for her purse at the end of the bed and grabbing her phone as Tom walked into the bathroom, returning his mom’s call.

***

“Mum, what’s wrong?” Tom says as his mom picks up the phone.

“Tom oh my god I was so worried, I saw those pictures of you and that girl and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever hear from you again.”

“Wait, what are you talking about?”

“That girl, people are posting photos of you two leaving the club and I looked her up, she’s bad news Tom, she has a pornographic blog, she went to rehab for drinking and cocaine, Tom she’s seriously disturbed.”

“Mum, this is so embarrassing, Miley, she’s just a girl I hooked up with why is this such a big deal?” Tom whispers, not wanting Miley to hear him.

“Because there are photos of you everywhere and everyone is talking about her being a bad influence.”

“What do you mean everyone? The one person who commented and is jealous? Mum I swear, you don’t need to worry about it I’m fine we’re just gonna order pizza and hang out.”

“Tom, you really need to be more careful about who you’re seen with it could really affect you.”

“Mum it’ll all blow over, people will find something else to obsess over, I really don’t think a few pictures of us really matter.”

“Tom, you know what? You can learn from this, you can learn how to control yourself and how to be private with what you do, and who you do it with. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Mum I’m an adult. Stop worrying, I can take care of myself.”

“Love, I’m your mum that doesn’t come with an age limit, I’m supposed to worry.”

“Okay you can worry but just, just let me do me.”

“Okay Tom, just, be safe?”

“I will, promise, love you mum.”

Tom sighs, hanging up and walking back to the bed.

“You know, the internet fucking sucks,” Miley says, showing him a tweet with a picture of them walking out of the club.

“Tom with some cokehead skank, guess he’s hit rock bottom,” Tom reads out loud, “What the fuck?”

“I’m a cokehead skank what can I say? Was that your mom worrying about her boy being with a cokehead skank?”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tom says, sitting down next to Miley, “you’re not a ‘cokehead skank’ you know. And even if you are, I mean, that’s your decision, so fuck them.”

“I mean, I was, a cokehead skank, I mean, I was young, stupid, our band was just starting out and a guy who was our ‘manager’, he uh, he got me into coke and I had to go to rehab for awhile, now I’m sober, okay well I don’t do coke or drink anymore. I smoke weed but that’s just to take the edge off. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I should have warned you I just didn’t know you were you and that people would be attacking you or me like this. And jesus, I don’t know why I’m saying all this, I don’t normally ramble, just when I’m nervous.”

“Miley, you don’t, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. Promise. Hey, why don’t we order some pizza, you can talk a little bit if you want, or you could just relax, whatever.”

“Yeah, I’d like that, thanks,” Miley says, resting her head on Tom’s shoulder.

“Alright, What kind of pizza do you want? Dealer’s choice. Fuck that was a bad way of putting it,” Tom says, groaning.

“You’re fine, oh my god that’s so funny,” Miley laughs, “let’s just do a cheese.”

Tom orders a pizza and waits to see if Miley wants to talk.

“You know, I think my favorite part about my mum calling was that she snooped so much into you that she found a porn blog of yours.”

“Oh my god,” Miley groans against his shoulder, “I just, it’s not a porn blog, it’s art, I post pictures of myself in pretty lingerie, tied up, never show my face, only call myself M, I know some of the band’s fans or whatever know about it but oh my she must’ve had to dig deep to find it.”

“I mean, isn’t that basically porn?”

“Let’s call it, artistic pornography.”

Tom burst out laughing watching Miley’s frown break out into giggles.

“My mum thinks that you’re disturbed, I’m not kidding, her words.”

“Well, what other types of girls have you been with that she knows of? Any like me?”

“No, never, always went for the good girls.”

“Ah and we learned that I’m definitely not that. Fortunately for her I’ll be on the road tomorrow and all this will blow over soon enough.”

“You know, I’d love to uh, get the chance to see you again.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, just a thought.”

“Okay, I’ll give you my blog and you can jack off to pictures of me, I’ll be sure to post some just for you.”

“Oh yeah? What if I want to do more than come all over myself thinking about you?”

“Well, we’ve got all night, you have all the time in the world to fuck me, right now,” Miley says, straddling his hips.

“Fuck, what about the pizza?”

“Gonna make it quick then huh?”

“Yeah we do,” Tom says as Miley pulls his underwear down his legs, only far enough for his cock to bounce up against his stomach.

“Fuck, can I ride you?”

“Yes, gotta grab a condom,” Tom says, watching as Miley scrambles off his lap, grabbing the second condom from his wallet.

“Fuck why do you keep more than one condom in your wallet?”

“Was hoping I’d get lucky sweetheart,” Tom says, moaning as her hand wrapped around his cock, rolling on the condom.

“Well, congrats, you’ve officially gotten lucky,” she says, straddling his hips again.

“Why thank you,” Tom says, kissing her as he slides his cock against her folds. His hands grip her hips, stopping her from sitting fully on his cock.

“Come on, no teasing, we don’t have time for that,” Miley says, gasping as he thrusts up into her, letting her bounce on top of him.

“Gonna make you come quick and dirty, gonna make you come all over my cock before getting our pizza, hair all fucked up, neck all marked up, they’ll know what you did, how does that make you feel Miley?”

“Fuck, Tom, makes me feel, feel dirty Tom,” Miley moans as his hand pinched her nipple over his shirt,

“Yeah? Like a dirty little slut, knowing everyone knows I’m fucking you? Making you mine, fuck, feel so good around my cock.”

“Fuck, Tom, touch my clit, please, wanna come, Tom, make me come, please can I come?”

“Good girl, come on, come all over my cock for me,” Tom says, sucking on a spot on her neck as his thumb rubs her clit.

“Fuck, Tom, oh my god,” Miley cries out, coming around his cock as she moves faster, clenching around him.

“Gonna come, fuck Miley, gonna come in this pretty cunt of yours,” Tom groans as he comes, Miley’s hips slowing.

“Shit,” Miley laughs as Tom’s hands run up and down her sides, helping her off his cock.

His phone buzzes as he’s tossing away the condom, “fuck, that must be the pizza.”

“Go fucking get it dummy,” Miley says, shoving him slightly.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Tom laughs, tugging his underwear back up and grabbing his jeans, pulling them on. He grabs his wallet, flashing Miley a smile before leaving the room.

He whistles as he makes his way down the stairs to the front entrance, eyes widening as he sees cameras flashing and people crowded around the entrance.

“Fuck,” he mutters, calling the pizza guy, “Yeah, is there anyway you could come round the side door? I uh, there’s just a commotion at the front.”

“Yeah I can see, I’ll be around the side in a second,” the guy says before hanging up.

“Thanks mate,” Tom says, paying the man and giving him a nice tip.

He makes his way back up to her room, knocking on the door.

“Who is it?”

“Tom? Duh?”

“Oh sorry I only know a Todd.”

He laughs, leaning his shoulder against the door, “sweetheart I’ll be whoever you want me to be.”

“Well hello there,” Miley says, swinging the door open, laughing as he stumbles into the room.

“Hi,” Tom laughs, pushing the pizza into Miley’s arms before tossing his phone and wallet on the bed and tugging his jeans down his legs again.

“Oh, round three? I don’t know I think I’d pay more attention to this pizza,” Miley says, sitting down on the bed and digging in.

“Hey save me some,” Tom says sitting down next to her and grabbing a slice.

****

Tom watches as Miley packs up her stuff the next morning, moving around the room and tossing her clothes into her suitcase.

“You should get lost, I gotta get drive to Scotland soon.”

“Oh? Well, if we’re ever in the same city at the same time, you should meet up again, you know, have some fun.”

“Oh? Am I your international booty call?” Miley laughs as she zips up her suitcase.

“I can be your international booty call,” Tom says.

“You can keep the shirt, and listen to their music,” Miley nods at her ripped up Green Day shirt Tom wore.

“I think that’s just an excuse for you to wear my shirt.”

“What? Never, take your shirt too I’ll leave this hotel shirtless.”

“No, you keep it, I insist.”

“Wow, such a gentleman,” Miley laughs, grabbing her purse and shrugging on her jacket over Tom’s shirt.

“Here, put your number in my phone, I’ll text you so you have mine,” he says, pushing his phone into Miley’s hand.

“Alright, alright,” Miley laughs at the contact name he had for her, “punk rock queen, really?”

“Yeah, what you don’t like it?”

“No I love it,” Miley giggles as she types her number in, “okay Tom, get outta here,” she says, leaning up to kiss him.

He lets himself get a little lost in the kiss, grabbing her ass in the leggings she wore before she pulls away, “if you keep that up I’m gonna want you to fuck me again and then Billie and Rainne will murder me.”

“Okay, bye Miley,” Tom says, leaving the hotel room.

“Bye Tom,” Miley waves as he shuts the door behind him.