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i-like-writing-stuff · 2 years

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retirement [five hargreeves x reader]

a/n: hi guys! it’s been a while hehe, so i hope ull enjoy this short x reader with the one and only five yall know i love sm, homeboy did not disappoint this season neither lmao. season 3 just premiered and i already have finished it:(

can i just say

WHAT THE ACTUAL FVUCK

either way, id b happy to discuss with yall opinions and such and also feel free to leave requests!

ill leave warnings at the beginning of each imagine if it shall be the case

i.e. this imagine takes place right in the first episode!!

also, forgive my english, havent really spoken in a while and dont even get me started on the writing

enjoy besties!

summary: now that the second apocalypse is over, five and y/n can finally retire and maybe finally make their moves?

“You know, Five... Sometimes I do wish I’d never met you,” You took a sip from your wine, watching as the preteen in question rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a delight as well, Y/N,” He nonchalantly dismissed you, continuing to eat his Chinese takeout.

After surviving not one, but two apocalypses alongside Five Hargreeves and his siblings, you guys wound up back in your timeline, only to find out your trip to the 60s caused some changes in the present, such as Sir Reginald Hargreeves deciding against adopting Luther, Diego, Klaus, Ben, Allison, Viktor and Five, and instead some seven other dickheads with superpowers.

Your encounter was far from pleasant.

Six months ago you were planning to retire from the Commission, since you were almost sixty and had had your fair share of missions, so you figured one last task with your partner, Five, would be the good way to end things. Well, one thing led to another and instead of taking out JFK, you woke up in 2019, in your preteen body, in an unknown backyard with unknown people, who turned out to be your partner’s siblings.

One thing led to another and you guys bonded over the span of 10 days in an attempt to save the world, but that is a story for another time.

After those 10 days, you time traveled once again and woke up in 1963, alone, in a school. Some teacher found you and took you in, thinking you were a lost 13 year old girl, but then again, that is a story for another time.

Six months passed until you reunited with the Hargreeves siblings in yet another attempt to save the world.

Two more weeks and you were back in 2019, but things did not go according to plan.

“Still don’t understand how you two have not banged yet,” Klaus shook his head disappointed, as Diego and Luther couldn’t help but not in agreement.

You tried not to blush, but Klaus’ bluntness always got the best of you. Spending this time with Five on top of being a teen again took a toll on you. You’ve known Five for long before the apocalypse. When the Handler recruited him, she trusted you to be his partner, since you were basically her right hand. The bickering was there even back then, but these past six months you started seeing him with different eyes, in a different light.

“I’d rather choke on chopsticks,” You were quick to deny any indecent thought, “You’re sick, by the way.”

“And you’re sixty, so bye,” Klaus smirked, hopping from his stool.

“Too retired to even bother,” Five shrugged his shoulders, watching as his two other brothers followed Klaus.

“I’m gonna get more food,” Luther lightly shrugged his shoulders, making his way to the buffet.

“I refuse to third wheel 13 year olds,” Diego stated, scratching the back of his neck.

You watched confused as the three men all left the table, leaving you alone with Five, who did not seem bothered at all.

“I’ll never get used to your brothers,” You shook your head, taking another sip from your wine, “You people are too much.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Five scoffed, watching as you were playing with your glass.

“So, retirement, huh?” You changed the subject, “What are your plans now that the world is safe?”

“I didn’t think much of it, to be honest,” Five shrugged, “Weren’t you supposed to retire after the JFK mission? What did you have in mind?”

You smiled softly, looking at your wine, “I was gonna buy a mansion in Italy, 1970s or so... maybe get a dog and cat, start producing my own wine... I don’t know, I didn’t plan much.”

“Of course there’s a lot of wine in your retirement plans,” Five smirked, as you playfully smacked his arm, “Ow!”

“You’re officially banned from visiting me in Italy,” You stated, biting back a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway,” Five lightly shrugged his shoulders, not once dropping his smirk, “Besides- you wouldn’t last a day without me.”

“Excuse you?” You scoffed, placing your hand on top of your chest for a more dramatic effect, “Last I checked, you were the one who dragged me along this whacky adventure.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I knew you’d be devastated at the Commission without me,” He replied with the same cocky air as usual, which made you ponder on the situation.

Is this Five’s way of flirting with you? During the time you spent together ever since operation Doomsday started back in the original timeline of 2019, there may have been a few... interesting moments to say the least. Like when he first opened up to you about being worried sick for his siblings, or when he gave you the tightest embrace after reuniting with you in 1963. There was also that time when you two held hands on your way to meet his father.

Moments like these that you couldn’t help but cherish with utmost happiness, but not once letting yourself get sidetracked. There was an apocalypse going on, neither of you had time for this.

But now?

Now there’s no apocalypse anymore. Granted, there still are some issues that would be best to fix, but it’s not like they’d bring the end of the world if not.

So, why not?

“If I didn’t know you any better, Five Hargreeves,” You smirked, leaning in closer to the boy, with your glass of wine in one hand, “I’d say you are flirting with me.”

Five shook his head amused, watching you sip your precious wine so close to him. If the wine was intoxicating you, you definitely were the one intoxicating him. It took him some while before he could accept that he had feelings for you, but he couldn’t say either that he was surprised when he realized.

He really felt like you were absolutely perfect, no doubt in his mind.

“And would that bother you?” Five raised a brow, resting his arm on the back of your chair, leaning in even closer.

“I can’t say it would be unpleasant,” You set down your wine, curious to see where this would go.

“You’re such a tease, Y/N,” Five rolled his eyes, “But... I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“Will you just kiss me already?” You sighed, watching a genuine smile appear on his lips, as he leaned in, connecting your lips at last.

You cupped his face, melting into the long-awaited kiss. On one hand, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening, and on the other hand, you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. You and Five were finally done with apocalypses, trying to save the world and the Commission.

You could officially both retire.

“Does this mean I can visit you in Italy?” He whispered, as you two pulled away from the kiss, but still painfully close to one another.

“Ah, who can’t last a day without the other now?” You smirked, pulling him into another kiss.

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calcifiedunderland · 2 months

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Pride and Prejudice: A TWSTed AU

The Keeper of the Underworld: I. Shroud

Introduction, or Pick another route!

Idia x GN Reader (they/them)

Warnings: P&P-level angst and miscommunication, some cringe dialogue, parties, possibly ooc Idia, I wrote this before playing Book 6 so I apologize if there’s any inconsistencies

Notes: The level of overthinking I put into these fics is unreal 💀 First and foremost, thank you all for your patience!! Idia was hard to write, but I hope you enjoy, shrimpies~

———

Well this is certainly something, you thought. Of all the things you’d witnessed at NRC, (even overblots), you didn’t think you’d ever see Idia Shroud at one of Kalim’s parties.

You sipped on your drink when a shock of bright blue flames came in the corner of your eye, contrasting the orange-red of Scarabia. Kalim lead Idia into the dorm, bright and sunny, compared to the look on Idia’s face. Poor guy couldn’t even escape, because Cater and Rook ambled in behind him, chatting happily.

It was like the beginning of a joke: A sultan, a card soldier, a huntsman, and a blue flame-headed gamer walk into a room.

Kalim spotted you and grinned, grabbing Idia’s hoodie sleeve and dragging him over too. “Hey (name)! I’m glad you could make it!”

You smiled at the Scarabia Housewarden, “Thanks Kalim! I-“ At that moment, Jamil reached him to drag him away, mumbling exasperatedly to Kalim about being careful. Kalim laughed Jamil off, “sorry (name)! I’ll see you later, okay?” “Alright then…” you trailed off and turned to Idia, who looked like a deer in headlights.

“So…” you rocked on your heels. To be honest, you didn’t know how to approach him sometimes. Sure, you’d gamed with him a few times (with heavy insistence from Ortho) and you weren’t on his ‘avoid at all costs’ ranking list, but Idia did have his odd moments. Some days, you two would get along like a house on fire. Other times, it was like Idia hated you - avoiding you even in tablet-mode, and ghosting your chats.

You’d like to think that your more friendly moments were the ones that Idia counted, but sometimes it was hard to get a read on the guy.

“I didn’t know that you’d be at Kalim’s party today. I thought Ortho said there was an event in… um…?” You finished, cringing at your vagueness. You might not have known much about the game he played, even though he’d made you play it when you came over to Ignihyde, but you knew he probably didn’t want to be here of all places.

Idia’s hair flared a bit, and he looked resigned and moody. He pulled out his tablet. Ya, the event dropped today but I got mobbed by kalim + the extroverts. “That sucks,” you said, “I got dragged here by Ace. Still, it’s nice to see you.” In the oil lamp lighting, you could’ve sworn Idia’s hair turned a bit pink.

You were both silent, and you opened your mouth to speak when Lilia yelled out from the front, “let’s get this party started!” Kalim started drumming wildly, and then electric guitar swelled. Lilia began screaming heavy-metal-style into the mic. Around you, everyone started dancing, and even you found yourself moving to the rhythm.

You glanced at Idia every now and again, but he looked vaguely annoyed and tired despite the liveliness. He looks so over it, you thought. Probably since Kalim maybe dragged him here. You looked around, biting your lip when you noticed your friends having a grand old time on the dance floor, and kind of wanted to go too. Still, it wasn’t every day you saw Idia, and you wanted to do something with him. Especially since he was… well, here.

“So, Idia…” Idia’s eyes snapped to yours, dull. You rocked back on your feet, “do you dance?” Idia rolled his eyes, and you felt your heart sink, for some reason. Obvi not, id probs distract everyone anyway. And also id just rather not if I can help it. Your smile wavered, “c’mon Idia, anyone can dance, even if it’s not good!” Idia typed rapidly into the tablet, i mean ur not wrong. Like literally anyone can dance but ppl only do it bc its wat normies do.

You opened your mouth, then squared your shoulders, words failing you. Idia shoved a hand into his pockets and opened an app on the tablet, scrolling. You swayed for a bit, feeling awkward while Idia kept his eyes glued to the screen, a frown creasing his brows. Finally you shrugged your shoulders, trying to shake that sinking-feeling off.

You stepped into the crowd of dancing people, swaying to the music and trying not to look over at the blue flames swaying in the corner. Unknowing to you, Idia glanced up from his tablet every few minutes, trying to catch a glimpse of you, before trudging back to the cold chrome of Ignihyde, back to his dorm.

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Ugh, could this get any worse?

Idia flopped onto his bed, shoving his headphones on and opening the mobile game on his phone. Not only did he get a late start on the game event, but he flubbed a chance to talk to you. Even if you did want to dance like all the other non-introverts at Scarabia. Thank Sevens Ortho didn’t know he missed his chance, otherwise the little robot would’ve torn Idia apart.

Idia shut his eyes and went over the details. Doing this IRL was trash-tier. Why couldn’t this just be a good-old-fashioned otome game, or romance anime? First you meet the love interest, then you find things they’re into, then you talk to them more. Then finally you confess, and cue the outro. He’d watched countless shojo and romance anime’s, and that was the basic outline. Eventually, the ethereal, gorgeous, smart, kind protagonist (aka you) would fall in love with their love interest (aka him) and it would all work out. Boom. Happily ever after.

Ah, yes. He could see it now.

Cherry blossom petals rained around both of you. Where are they coming from, this campus doesn’t grow cherry blossoms? Whatever, don’t question it. Anyway, the petals fluttered past your beautiful, sparkling eyes as you stared up at Idia with adoration and love. Idia stared down at you with full-rizz, kabedoning you against the wall.

“Oh, Idia-senpai!” You’d cry, eyes turning into hearts as sparkles and pink flower petals surround you both. “You’re so cool and not cringe at all! I could never want one of those normies! You’re the only one for me! Please date me!” And then Ortho would set off the heart-shaped fireworks and you two would finally kiss-kiss-fall-in-love, just like the popular anime Our High School Has A Host Club And The Leader Falls In Love With Me?!

“Whee hee hee…” Idia stared off into the distance, giggling ominously to himself and hair turning pink at the ends. His character on the screen went into idle mode, and he didn’t even hear when Ortho floated into the room. “Big brother?” Ortho gently tapped him on the shoulder, yanking him from his shojo daydream. Idia jumped, hair flaring. “AAAIIIIEEEE-“ Ortho jumped back, eyes wide but not detecting any signs of injury on Idia.

Idia breathed heavily, wide-eyed. “Ortho! Wh-when did-? I wasn’t-!” Ortho analyzed his heart beat, noting that Idia had traces of blush on his cheeks and his erratic behavior pointed to- “Were you thinking about (name) (last name)?” Ortho asked innocently, his theory proven when Idia flushed and went pinker. The younger boy suddenly got an idea.

“You know, (Name)’s heart rate goes up when they interact with you,” Ortho watched his brother’s eyes widen, “even when you’re not there, when you’re mentioned, their heart rate increases by 45% and they are more likely to be in a positive mood. 82% of the time, they regard you in a positive way.” His eyes lit up happily with realization, “If my calculations are correct, they have feelings for you!”

Idia sat there, thinking. What were the odds you would like him back? Sure, you made him happy, and more importantly made Ortho happy. And it was actually nice talking to you. And he never felt exhausted after interacting with you. And maybe you did enjoy the artificial light of Ignihyde to the spring sun above, and maybe you would like being with dreary, nerdy him.

Ortho could see his brother lost in thought, noting that Idia’s heart rate spiked when he mentioned you. “I also overheard them telling Grim about finding a partner,” he said casually, omitting that you’d been wanting a partner in Alchemy, and not necessarily a romantic partner.

That seemed to fire Idia up. Ortho could see the metaphorical cogs in Idia’s brain turning, an entire blueprint of a plan being made in his mind. At last, a wide cunning grin spread on his face, and he opened his arms, “well, who else but a genius could be partners with the MC?” He said arrogantly, “it’s not like just anybody can woo the protagonist!”

Ortho beamed, cheering, “all you need to do now is confess!” Idia immediately began sweating, freezing up. “H-huh?!”

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You frowned at your textbook, rubbing your temples as you read through the alchemy procedure. Ugh, this couldn’t get any more confusing.

As you turned to begin writing, the door burst open. You flinched and immediately locked eyes with a frazzled Idia. His golden eyes were wide, and he was panting - he even looked sweaty. Somehow his blue fire hair seemed just as frazzled as him, looking pale-blue in shock. Could flames somehow look poofy?

“Prefect!” He squeaked. “Idia?” You questioned, what’s he doing here? It was odd that he’d be out of his room at six in the afternoon, not to mention he looked afraid of you. It wasn’t like you were a stranger, even though as of late, he treated you like one.

He stared at you from the door for an uncomfortable amount of time, then sped-walked to stand in front of you. You looked up at him from your seat, tapping your fingers. You awkwardly asked “do you wanna sit down?” He shook his head quickly, the ends of his hair were turning pink. You frowned, “…dude, are you okay?”

Idia flinched. He pivoted on his heel, “no, no, can’t do it, not today-“ he scuttled out of the room and slammed the door, screeching to himself and pulling his hood over his head. You stared at the door, vaguely hearing Idia freaking out to… was that Ortho? You heard the little robot boy’s voice through the door, probably calming Idia down, along with an odd spraying sound.

It went quiet and you assumed they’d left. Whatever, weirder things have happened at NRC. As you went back to writing, the door slammed open again. You jumped, heart beating wildly. Idia stormed over to you, hair blazing a trail behind him. He slammed his hands down on the desk, and your eyes watered with the scent of overpowering cologne bodyspray.

“Prefect! I need to tell you something!” Idia’s eyes steeled in determination, and he looked you dead in the eye. He was breathing heavily, and his flamed hair blazed and curled more than usual, turning deep pinkish-red near the ends. The last time you saw his hair similar to that, was when he was rage-playing during one of your gaming sessions. How pissed is he? You felt your heart leap into your throat.

“Idia,” you began, freaked out, “I think you should sit down-“ Idia blazed on, “this is honestly a horrible decision for you and definitely for me. I don’t even want to think about what Mother and Father would say, not to mention how this’d affect Styx.” He was tunnel visioning now. “Plus you don’t even have magic and this might not even work out anyway ‘cause I don’t see us working out TBH…” Slowly his hair began fizzling out, voice getting quieter and quieter as he mumbled to himself.

This was a terrible idea, Idia realized. After everything that had happened with Styx, not to mention everything you had to deal with personally, it wouldn’t be good to get involved with him. You could be in danger, especially as a non-magic user. No, it would be selfish of him to ask you to be with him. Why would you, anyway? There were other guys at NRC, not to mention the entire Sage’s Island, who would be a better fit for not. Especially ones who didn’t kidnap your friends and Grim. Especially someone like Idia.

No, he concluded. He shouldn’t have come.

You frowned deeply. “Idia, what…?” Your alchemy work definitely wasn’t done yet and Idia was making zero sense. He sighed, as if tired all of a sudden. “Nope, no… this isn’t going to work.” He stood abruptly and sped-walked out the door, brushing past Ortho. You overheard the boy try to get his brother to come back, but Idia didn’t stop. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. So that’s what this is about? Idia didn’t want to be friends with you anymore? All because you weren’t… what? A tech whiz? Good at gaming? Magical? Your heart dropped. Because you were just too different from him? So you weren’t good enough to be even friends with him?

Your eyes stung at the thought. Fine. If Idia wanted to be that way, then fine. You shoved your books into you bag and headed back to Ramshackle. You doubted you’d be able to focus, anyway.

———

Poor Ortho was confused.

After running simulation after simulation, scouring the Internet for any clues, and piecing together what Idia said after running out of the classroom, he just couldn’t understand what happened. That was a first, considering it was Ortho.

Idia had ran out of the room in a hurry, mumbling incoherently. “Brother! What’s happening?” Ortho flew to him, scanning his vitals. Idia seemed to be ok, but his brother seemed… strangely melancholic. “Ortho, it won’t work out,” he said dejectedly, not wanting to talk about it.

Ortho called after him, trailing behind “What did (name) (last name) say? There was a high probability they’d accept your-” Idia sighed in exasperation, shaking his head. “It won’t work. I should’ve never left the dorm…” As Idia trudged back to Ignihyde, Ortho was left with more questions.

He hovered for a moment, before heading back to the alchemy room for you, only to not find you there. Ortho thought hard, thinking back to what Idia said. ‘It won’t work out,’ was what he said - not a flat-out rejection from you. So that meant…

He began floating back to Ignihyde, determined. I can still save this!

———

You were taking overthinking to a new level.

You bit your lip, staring at the game’s chatbox in front of you. Idia was online, and probably didn’t realize you were too. You leaned against the Heartslabyul common room couch (curse Ramshackle’s lack of internet!), and hit send.

Hey is everything ok??

You watched Idia’s game icon immediately switch to “online less than 1 minute ago,” and groaned.

Cater exited the kitchens, leaning over the couch back. “Hey~ what’s got my fave frosh so worked up?” He chirped, looking at your phone. “Ohh, isn’t that the popular game that’s been trending? Wait, didn’t you say Idia got you into it?” Cater immediately had his phone in hand, “that’s supes adorable, playing with friends is so fun-“

You cut him off, throwing your hands up, “that’s it! Idia just doesn’t want to talk to me! He- he just-!” You grabbed a throw pillow and smashed your face into it, groaning. Cater patted your shoulder sympathetically, “well, we’re playing at another one of Kalim’s parties tonight, you want in?” You sniffed dramatically, thinking. “Well, I guess. Sure, why not?”

Later that evening, you stepped into the Scarabia mirror. You and Cater made your way to the food table. As you both munched on Jamil’s cooking (damn, the guy made a good curry), you watched everyone dancing. “Y’know, it was weird seeing Idia at a party,” you commented, while Cater nodded. “Yeah! We decided to bring him along that day, it was fun seeing him.”

You sighed, “yeah, it was, but… it’s not really often that we can hang out in person. I kinda wanted to dance with him last time, but he sort of… blew me off? I guess maybe it wasn’t the best idea.” You winced, while Cater’s eyebrows rose. “You didn’t tell me that. So, he did that and also told you he didn’t want to be friends?” You nodded, frustration flooding back, “Yeah! And I just don’t understand how he can be so conceited about him being so high and smart, and not like me because I don’t-“

“Prefect,” Cater cleared his throat. You looked up mid-rant, meeting Ortho’s eyes, and jumped. He just snuck up on you both like it was nothing. Did he hear you? Hopefully he wouldn’t be mad. In your mind, Idia started it.

“Hello (name) (last name)!” Ortho said pleasantly, so you assumed he hadn’t heard you. Great. “I didn’t know you’d be here! What a coincidence!” That was a lie, Ortho overheard you and Cater talking about the party when you were walking to Scarabia. He absolutely knew. And he dragged Idia here because of it.

“Yep,” you smiled at Ortho, “it’s nice to see you.” Ortho mentally readied himself and remembered every bit of acting advice Vil gave him. “I almost forgot!” His eyes widened, while your eyes narrowed. Ortho was a robot. He didn’t forget shit. “Big brother is here, and he wanted to ask you to dance!” What? Your neck snapped around, looking for Idia’s bright blue hair. Cater elbowed you, bringing you back to reality.

“I-well, I- had not-“ you stammered, fumbling for an excuse. Ortho’s eyes shone at you like puppy eyes, and your anger at Idia cracked. “…yeah, sure,” you watched Ortho rise a bit in the air happily, “Yippee! I’ll go get him!” He zipped off, and you rubbed your temples. Cater twisted a strand of his hair, eyes wide. “Yikes…” “tell me about it,” you groaned.

A few minutes later, you both looked up when Kalim tapped the mic. You didn’t miss Ortho hovering a ways behind Kalim. “Hey everyone! Thanks for coming!” When the cheering died down, Kalim continued, “We’re gonna try something different! Everyone, find a partner and join the dance floor!”

Cater glanced at you, mischievous. “Welp, I can’t leave them hanging~ TTYL, Prefect!” And he left faster than you could say ‘Magicam.’ Sweet.

You hesitantly stepped to the dance floor, half expecting Ortho to float up to you and sheepishly tell you Idia left. Your mind drifted back to that day in the alchemy room. I guess it wouldn’t work, anyway.

To your surprise, a finger tapped your shoulder. You turned, seeing Idia with a with a flushed expression, wearing a casual-but-chic blazer. His hair looked a bit tamer than normal, and cascaded down his back in a low ponytail, bangs flickering over his forehead. Undoubtedly, this was the work of Ortho, who definitely got pointers from Vil.

You both stared at each other, unmoving, until slow music began playing. You averted your eyes. Idia gulped, eyes widening until waving caught his eye. Ortho was flying upwards a little ways away from the slowly-crowding dance floor, gesturing wildly at you. As if that wasn’t enough, he projected words above his head: DANCE WITH THEM!

Idia was lucky that everyone else was more interested in dancing with their partner than Ortho. His eyes snapped back to you, “s-so I guess you wanna-“ he swallowed thickly, eyes shifting to the dance floor. You shrugged, feigning nonchalance and looked ahead. Idia looked back at Ortho, who was pointing wildly at the words. He thought to himself, this is fine. It’s just the mandatory side quest. It’s not fighting the boss. It’s…

It’s charming the love interest. It’s solidifying your route!

Idia steeled himself and forced your hand into his. Your eyes shot to his in surprise, and he walked stiffly to the dance floor. Your hand clasped his, and you both swayed gently to the soft rock from the stage. Your brows furrowed, but Idia locked his gaze onto you, focusing only on you.

Yes, he thought. This is just the player’s pov on the screen, and he was only focusing on the love interest. The other waltzers didn’t exist. The party didn’t exist. It was just you and him.

Meanwhile, you were at a loss for words. While Idia seemed taciturn, you glanced up at the stage. Cater, Kalim, and Lilia were in their own little bubble jamming out, so that wasn’t a lifeline. After a little while of swaying with Idia, you hummed, “I haven’t seen you in a while. Since that day.” Idia’s hands felt clammy, and in the dimmed lights you saw a small pink dusting Idia’s cheeks. You saw him swallow heavily, but he didn’t say a word.

The tension grew between you two, and despite feeling hurt, you felt a little bad. Still, you wanted some answers out of Idia, after the incident in the alchemy room. “Y’know, you never used to be this… odd around me.” Was it the crowd that made him quiet, or… You felt a lump in your throat. Was it you?

Idia’s eyebrows shot up, thinking fast on what to say. Why can't conversations irl have ready-made dialogue?! “I… we c-can talk about wh-whatever you want? I guess?” He tried, kicking himself internally for leaving his tablet with Ortho. You bit the inside of your cheek as you stepped with him, that’ll do for now. “Scarabia parties are a little much, but they’re more pleasant than the Pomefiore mock balls,” you tried “wouldn’t you say?” After an uncomfortable pause, expecting a reply, you mumbled to yourself, “I guess we can stop talking now.”

“...is it like a rule for normies to chat while dancing? Isn’t the act of moving enough?” Idia mumbled in exasperation, hand tightening a little on your own. You bit your lip, your eyes burning. “No, I prefer to not talk to my friends at all and tell them we can’t be friends. It’s so much fun, right?” Idia’s eyes widened, and he scrambled for words, “I- I didn’t mean…” You stopped swaying abruptly, both of your clasped hands in the air. “Why are you here, Idia?”

A chill went through Idia. “T-To be honest, I didn’t even want to come to this stupid IRL dance,” he rushed out, “TBH Ortho had to make me come ‘cause he told me you’d be here-“ “You didn’t want…?” You cut Idia off, heart dropping. The other dancing couples swirled around you, but all the commotion around you felt like nothing more than idle chatter. Hurt flashed in your eyes, and Idia seemed shocked, which made you angry.

“I guess you wouldn’t want to be friends with someone who’s magicless, especially since you have STYX right?”

Idia’s eyes were wider than the Heartslabyul tea saucers. For once, he didn’t have a smart-ass reply. “Um, what? Obvi, I’m kind of stuck with STYX-” You let go of his hand and took a step back, almost bumping into a waltzing couple. “Yeah, wouldn’t want me to mess things up. Make any bad decisions and all that, right?” You felt your eyes water, despite yourself.

Furiously balling a fist and wiping your eyes, “Since you said we wouldnt work out n’stuff.” Idia suddenly remembered everything he’d muttered to himself, from the moment he’d stormed into the room to when he’d left dejectedly. When he’d made his choice and left before you could even get your word in.

Like a coward.

Idia’s heart pounded but shakingly, he reached a hand out to you. “P-prefect, I-I-!” You dodged the crowd, and ran out of Scarabia. You didn’t look back until you crashed through Ramshackle’s door, raced up the stairs, and fell onto your bed, Grim yelping in surprise as you tried your darndest to forget everything that just happened.

Back in Scarabia, Idia somehow stumbled off the dance floor, staggering to a table and breathing heavily. Mentally he replayed everything that just happened. Ortho floated over to him, “Brother? I don’t understand, why would (name) (last name) not accept your feelings?” Ortho went over the footage when he was observing you both dancing, and frowned.

“My senses indicate that based on their body language, they were upset with you. What happened?” Idia swallowed heavily, “I-I said it wouldn’t work out between us c-cuz they don’t have magic,” he stammered, eyes wide, “a-and STYX and-...” Ortho’s eyes widened, then narrowed, “That shouldn’t be a problem! You know that!”

“I meant for them, Ortho.” Idia sighed heavily, sinking into the chair. “I don’t want them to get hurt. Not when…” his mind wandered to Ortho, before NRC. He fell into deep thought. “In the end, I couldn’t even tell them...” He frowned deeply.

Ortho fell quiet, computing. Idia stared at the table, dejected, until Ortho spoke. “You know (Name) (lastname) doesn’t back down easily from a challenge.” That’s true. From playing games with Idia to taking down overblots, you weren’t someone who ran away when it mattered. Maybe that’s why Idia liked you - you were like the protagonists in animes, who found a way to make the world their own.

“You shouldn’t make (name) (last name)’s decision for them.” Idia looked up at his brother. Ortho continued, head angling to the side, Idia shook his head dejectedly, “it won’t work-”

“Your lil’ bro is right, y’know,” Cater walked over, shaking his hair out with his guitar slung over his shoulder. “Sry, I overheard you two,” Cater could piece together what happened. He did see you blow up at Idia (although he couldn’t hear you), and after spamming your phone with no reply after you ran out, now he had an idea of what was going on. “Y’know, if you didn’t tell them how you felt, then how could you know you were making the right choice?”

Idia looked down. Ortho piped up, “Cater Diamond is right.” Idia shut his eyes, then stood up, hands tightening into fists. Cater jumped back as Idia’s hair flared up bright blue, and the Ignihyde housewarden headed straight to the exit. Ortho called out, “thank you, Cater Diamond!” and floated after Idia, “Brother! Wait!”

“Lets go, Ortho,” Idia’s golden eyes steeled in determination, “I can fix this.”

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A knock on the door jolted you from your reading of Prejudice and Pride.

It was early morning. Somehow, even though it was the weekend and you’d stayed up all night, you still woke up at an ungodly early hour. After being unable to fall asleep (totally not because of Grim’s snoring and sleep-munching) you decided to go to your living room and read. You were sure that you didn’t have a guest coming, so why would…?

You got up and opened the door, expecting Ace or Deuce or something. The annoyed look on your face turned to shock when you saw Idia standing on your porch. In one hand, he held a bouquet of pomegranate-red roses and some flowers you recognized to be asphodel.

You both stared at each other, unwilling to move. “Idia,” you breathed, “why are you here?” Idia shuffled awkwardly, “I wanted to see you.” You crossed your arms, looking around. “Where’s Ortho?” You were sure the little robot boy made his brother come. Otherwise, why would Idia be here? Idia rubbed the back of his neck, “Ortho isn’t here. I… I wanted to see you,” he repeated.

Wordlessly, he thrust the flowers into your arms, and you wrapped your arm around it instinctively. “I- um,” you looked everywhere but Idia, who was staring at the Ramshackle doorway. “Idia,” you cleared your throat, “about what happened-” “Prefect, I… I wanted to apologize.” Your eyes widened, but Idia continued.

“I… I didn’t mean what I said that day.” Idia looked bashful, face turning pink and the ends of his hair turning a deep blush. He kept talking, rambling on and fighting he urge to grab his tablet and let the device speak for him. “I… really like being friends with you.” The words came out quietly from him, and even though he looked like he wanted to sink into his hoodie, Idia didn’t shirk away.

A lump rose in your throat as you didn’t make eye contact with him, instead playing with the flower bouquet, “I like being friends with you too,” you bit your lip, rubbing an asphodel petal, “I like you, Idia.”

Idia’s eyes widened and went rigid. Both his face and his hair went deep pink. Your own eyes widened at the color, and you felt your face grow hot. So that’s what it meant…? Not anger…?Wordlessly, without thinking, you dropped the bouquet. Your body moved on its own, and you flung yourself at Idia, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing your eyes shut.

Idia staggered back from the momentum with a squeak, but wrapped his arms around your torso with an iron grip. You gripped his hoodie tightly, finally understanding what had gone on for so long. Your cheek was pressed against his, and despite the early morning chill, you both felt warm.

High above, Ortho hovered in the distance over the tree canopies from afar. He zoomed in on you and Idia, and behind his face mask, he beamed. In midair, he did a heart-shaped loop-de-loop in happiness, and hovered back to Ignihyde.

After a few minutes, you leaned back in Idia’s arms, the both of you chuckling in happy disbelief. You looked up and saw a little blue streak leaving a smoke trail of a heart, and laughed to yourself. Idia turned around, seeing his brother above, a soft reminiscent look on his face.

“…guess Ortho was right.”

~END

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Fun fact: the beginning is inspired by idia’s school uniform vignette!!!

Me, while writing this: wow Idia and Cater’s dialogue are unique, they’d be hard to write

Also me: *puts both of them in this fic and suffers*

Writing Idia was SO HARD but I hope I managed to get him right-ish. Trying to balance his reactions with the dialogue was hard 😭

anyway thanks for reading~ please leave a comment/reblog!! <3

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HEY POOKIE BEAR i love ur writing sm ur acc one of my fav accounts 😋😋

anyways i was wondering if you wld write smth where the reader is the guitarist of a well known band (like tom knows who she is) and is kinda like a female ver of tom, like she has the same kind of personality and she’s known for being flirty and a bit of a player and tom has like a fat crush on her bc he thinks that’s so hot 😋 and then he meets her at some point and he’s kinda shocked by how confident she is like she’s not stuttering and shi like other girls he talks to 🤭 anyways then she plays hard to get for a while but it ends in them being together??

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you never gave your heart to anyways, not until you met a cocky guitarist

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: mentions of alcohol, swearing, cigarettes

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omgee pookie thx xoxo 😘 anywayssss i had like 1 brain cell writing this and it’s been sitting in my drafts for weeks so yay i’m finally posting this.

you loved the thrill of concerts and being on tour, new man in bed every night, lots of alcohol and dozens of phone numbers being passed around. you could never be contained and you were proud of that fact. being invited to parties was easy since you were in a band, even clubs would let you in with no ID. some would disapprove of your lifestyle but you didn’t care cuz fuck them right? you didn’t care for much, not boys, school, or a anything. you only cared for guitar, it was your passion, your dream. you loved being in a band too but would slack rehearsals sometimes, not without being scolded by lilli though.

“late again,” she said. “hungover, don’t talk,” you said walking past her. you went to a party yesterday and went a little too crazy on the drinks. “there are consequences to your actions ______, stop drinking so much,” said malik, the drummer. “whatever, mom,” you said picking up your guitar. you hated to admit it but you did have a drinking problem, you just couldn’t stop after one you know? you went to go stand by the bassist mery, she was your best friend and the only one that understood you. “anyways, let’s get started,” said lilli. you guys started rehearsal and it went pretty well. you guys all gathered at the end since lilli had some announcements. “we’re finally starting our europe tour!” she enthusiastically announced. “woohoo,” you said sarcastically. she rolled her eyes and turned to the others for questions. “where are we going in europe?” asked mery.

“i only remember the manager saying something about germany,” she said. “when are we starting?” you asked. “next month! we have little time to prepare so i expect you all to show up to rehearsals,” she said looking right at you. “anyways, i hear we’re popular in germany so you guys better put on a show!” said lilli. ignoring her comment, you walked outside and lit a cigarette waiting for the others to finish packing up.

you lit a cigarette outside of the studio as you waited for the others to finish packing up. “ready to go?” asked malik. “yup. wanna go somewhere tonight?” you asked as you caught up with the others. “not sure, the club?” suggested mery as you guys buckled up in the van. “shots on me then,” said lilli. clubbing was your favorite thing to do, second to touring. this was how you met your hookups and one night stands. you loved with the others to minimize housing expenses, it sounded fun at first but now you barely tolerate it.

the fun part of it though is that you can always borrow clothes from lilli or mery. lilli had the cutest, sluttiest clothes ever. you tried on some of her clothes when you got home to plan your outfit. “hey,” lilli said as she walked in. “what’s up?” you asked. “nothing much, just a little tired,” she said, plopping on the bed. “hope i meet someone tonight,” she said. “me too,” you added. you liked the thought of boys but not the thought of dating them, you could never settle into a relationship so one night stands were your best friend.

you decided on a tank top with a mini skirt and you went to go get changed. soon enough it you all finished getting ready and left for the club. you went on like you usually would at a club; party hard, fuck boys, and drink lots. after the night of fun you sat down on the couch and looked up at the tv. it showed an interview of another band that you’ve never heard of. they looked like a bunch of loser teens in your mind but one caught your eye, the one with black hair. he wasn’t exactly your type but you loved his style.

you eventually forgot about that night one might later and you guys were on your way to germany to start the tour. you were excited to meet the fans and the boys. your first stop was the hotel to drop stuff off and get settled in before leaving to tour the venue and get used to the surroundings. you fell on the hotel bed and let out a sigh of relief. “i needed this,” you said to mery whom you shared a room with. “i heard there’s a hot all boy band that going to be at the venue,” she said. “said who?” you asked sitting up, amused by the keyword “hot.”

“i watch the news,” mery replied. “lame,” you said sitting back down. “apparently they’re very hot here, i hope we see them,” she said. “if they’re got then i hope we see them too,” you said yawning before lilli walked into the room. “we have to go soon,” she said. “shit i like garbage right now,” you said before getting up to get changed into something a little more appealing. you slipped into jeans and put on a sequined tanktop before grabbing your heels. “ready,” you said. you guys all got on the bus to the venue and you were anticipating meeting this band mery spoke of. when you got there, many other artists were there already, all waiting for a tour.

mery tapped your shoulder and pointed to a group of boys that looked oddly familiar. “that’s the hot band!” she exclaimed. you turned around and you immediately recognized them, it was the band from that tv interview at the club. “hey i know them, i saw them on tv,” you said to mery. “aren’t they so handsome?” she asked. “a little i guess, they look a bit young though,” you mentioned. “actually we’re about the same age as them,” mery said. “nerd,” you said before petting her head, messing up her hair.

you walked off to go stand in line for the tour with the other artists but you didn’t notice a certain someone noticing you. the line took hours since so many other artists were there but eventually the tour concluded. you realized your band and the other band that mery was talking about were the only bands there that would be performing. you ran back to the van hoping to get back to the hotel room quickly since you were tired, with the others following behind but someone interrupted you.

he walked up to you and introduced himself. “hey, i’m tom,” he said. you were tired and not in the mood to talk to anyone but you tried to be polite since you didn’t want the tabloids to start drama. “nice to meet you, tom,” you said looking at the boy who was surprisingly attractive. “i’m a big fan of your band,” he said. you could tell he wanted to fuck by his expression, i mean what else could he want? “oh really? i’ve heard about you a little too,” you said. he was practically creaming his pants when you said that, you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “do you want to hang out on the tour bus?” he asked.

“thanks but no thanks, my bands a little busy. see you though i guess,” and with that you left. he looked confused at your rejection, like he couldn’t understand how a girl could reject a boy like him. you walked back to the van and mery was practically dying yo ask you questions. “did he just talk to you??” she asked. “yeah what about it?” you replied. “well i guess nothing but you’re not even gonna ask for his number or something? i thought you liked picking up boys especially since he’s exactly your type,” she said. “i’m just really tired right now,” you said yawning.

“oh,” said mery. the car ride back to the hotel room was silent and you almost fell asleep a little on the car. the next day you got ready to explore the city a little before heading to the venue to get ready to perform. you did sound checks and got changed into your stage outfit before meeting the others back stage. you messed around with your guitar a little before you heard backstage staff talking into their wally talkies. “alright tokio hotel is next, get them ready,” they said. malik signaled you guys to start walking on stage and as you did you saw thousands of fans and the venue was completely filled out.

you were so happy and your adrenaline started pumping as the first song started. you got really into it as you strummed your guitar and sang along, getting wild as you usually do. you walked downstairs into the crowd and did crowd surfs, blowing kisses at the audience and doing the “call me” hand signal as well. by the end of the concert your shirt was off and your hair was an mess with your makeup slightly smudged. you said said goodbye to the crowd, giving one last flirtatious smile before walking backstage.

you saw that tokio hotel was already standing there waiting for their set to start. “you’re welcome for the free concert,” you said winking at them as you guys walked by. “leave them alone,” lilli said, laughing and rolling her eyes. you had a little energy left so you walked into the crowd hoping to get a hookup. you saw a guy around your age and walked up to him. “hey, what’s your name?” you asked. “joel,” he smirked. one thing led to another and you ended up making out with him in his truck, although it was dangerous you still enjoyed it. your cell rang and it was mery calling you back to meet with the others.

you left without saying anything to him but not before grabbing a few drinks. you saw mery and ran up to her, she was in the crowd. you offered her a drink which she happily accepted and by the end of tokio hotels set you were both drunk. you were half awake now and wanted to go back to the room. “lilli can we get back to the hotel? i’m tired,” you whined. “yeah sure let me go get malik he’s by the bathroom we’ll meet you by the van,” she said. you and mery walked back to the van and it started getting quiet the farther you got away from stage. you waited by the van for lilli and malik until a familiar face appeared, it was tokio hotel.

“hey, good job tonight guys,” one of the members said. it was the one with black hair, the one that caught your eye first. “oh thanks you guys did good too,” you said. “you were off with some dude half of it,” mery said laughing. you told her to shush as you laughed, their faces were priceless. tom, the one that tried to flirt with you looked jealous? you brushed it off once you saw lilli and malik. “oh we gotta go now,” you said. “wait, do you guys want to go somewhere?” tom asked. gosh this boy was restless you though. “go where?” asked lilli. “you guys can come to our room,” said the black haired one.

you all looked at each other, “why not?” malik said. “alright then uhm let me call our manager and tell her we’ll be gone then,” said lilli. so you guys all got into tokio hotels van and headed for their room. you got sat next to tom whom was still trying to flirt and you decided to entertain him a little. “your guitar playing is amazing,” he said. “you’re not too bad yourself,” you replied. you guys went back and forth like that before you reached their hotel. you immediately went out on the balcony for a cigarette and tom followed.

“i’m surprised, usually girls stutter or get flustered when talking to me,” he said. you were confused as to why he brought that up but at the same time too drunk to care. “well i guess i’m not one of your fangirls,” you replied. it was silent for a bit before you said something. “you said you’ve seen my band around before right?” you asked. “yeah i really am a fan. i always thought you were hot, i was really excited to meet you,” he said. “well am i what you thought i’d be?” you asked. “not at all,” he replied. “you’re funny,” you said, winking at him. you headed inside first and introduced yourself to the others.

after introductions, you found out that the black haired one was bill, the singer, the drummer was gustav, and bassist was georg. you sat down next to mery and the room was silent until georg said something. “so you and tom huh?” he asked. “what about him?” you replied. “do you two like each other?” he asked. “i don’t ‘like’ boys, i fuck them,” you said. “she’s like the female version of tom,” bill said laughing. “what does that mean?” asked lilli. “tom’s just like her, flirty and sort of a player,” said gustav. “that makes sense, you finally found your match,” said malik.

the others laughed before tom walked in. “what’s so funny?” he asked. “nothing, we were just talking about how you and ______ were so similar,” said bill. he looked at you and smirked before taking a seat next to you. “want to take some shots?” asked bill reaching for a bottle of vodka. “sure but how’d you sneak alcohol in the hotel?” you asked. “don’t worry about it,” he said.

you guys took the shots and soon enough you were all drunk. but since you and mery had already gotten drinks the two of you blacked out. you don’t remember much except for someone carrying you to the bed and the lights turning off.

you woke up the next day, not knowing where you were. you saw lilli and malik on the floor and mery sleeping next to gustav. tom was laying next to you with bill next to him while georg slept on the sofa. the bed was crammed so you got off to wake the others up. you walked over to lilli first. “lilli help me wake the others,” you said. “what time is it?” she asked. “it’s like eleven AM,” you said. “oh shit, we were supposed to meet our manager at nine,” she said.

she started panicking which led you to panic so you two were just freaking out which woke the others. “what’s wrong?” asked mery, waking up. “we were supposed to meet our manager at nine, it’s eleven,” she said shaking malik. you were fighting a massive hangover and lillie’s panic wasn’t helping. soon enough tokio hotel woke up and you guys were already at the door. “leaving already?” asked tom. “we’re late to meeting our manager,” you said. “shit,” said georg. “uh see you guys around i guess?” said mery as you guys ran out the door.

lilli had ten miss calls from the manager and dozens of angry texts. you guys got into a lot of trouble, which you took the blame for. you guys went back to the hotel room and you flung yourself on the bed. “ugh fuck this,” you said. “what’s wrong?” asked mery. “this hangover, i feel like i’m dying,” you replied. “i bet calling your boyfriend tom will make you feel better,” she said teasing you. the others started laughing while you just rolled your eyes. “seriously though you guys are perfect for each other,” added lilli. “whatever,” you said.

“speaking of them i happened to get gustavs number last night, maybe we should meet with them tonight~~,” said mery. “well i am bored, maybe the club?” malik suggested. “you read my mind, call him mery,” said lilli. you sat by the side pretending not to be interested because deep down you knew you were starting to find tom attractive and you knew where this would go. he would break your heart or you would breaks his and he would leave, just like the others.

mery called the gustav anyways and it was settled, your band and tom’s band were going out tonight. your manager basically grounded you guys so obviously you couldn’t go out… which wasn’t going to stop you. i mean you guys never listen to your manager hence last night. you felt and looked like garbage so you quickly hoped in the shower before going shopping in town. you went by yourself since the others were too busy doing their own thing, but you didn’t mind since you liked your own company.

hours later you got a call from mery asking you to go back since everyone was getting ready. you meet them back in the room and get ready as well, putting on one the dresses you bought while in town. “did you buy that dress just for tom?” asked lilli in a teasing tone. “no i bought it for you dad,” you replied sticking your tongue at at her. malik and mery laughed as you put your heels on. thirty minutes later you guys all left and met with tokio hotel and there tom was, looking nonchalant but in a hot way as usual. you look away from him to scout out the boys in the club that could help take your mind off things.

you spotted a very cute boy with curly brown hair dancing by himself. you walked up to him, completely separating from the others. “hey i’m ______, what’s your name?” you asked him. “it’s skylar,” he said. “let’s dance,” you said as you started grinding against him. he was into and you even got your mind off tom before you walked over to the bathroom. you guys are out a few moments later, your hair messy and his shirt half buttoned. you blew him a kiss as you walked over to the others who were now sitting on a sofa.

“wow we’ve only just gotten here and you’ve already hooked up with a dude ______ that’s a new record,” said malik. “who keeps track anymore?” you asked him. you took a seat next to mery and tom, right in the middle. tom was visibly staring at you and you were confused until you realized you were wearing a very booby top. “perv,” you whispered over to him. he quickly looked away which made you laugh a little. mery left and decided to go on the dance floor with gustav and bill following while lilli and malik went to the bar to gets drinks leaving you and tom.

“so why don’t you date?” he asked. “same reason as you probably, i don’t believe in love after one night,” you said. “wow, we really are similar,” he said. “you think?” you said. “why don’t we date then?” he asked. “because i’ll break your heart,” you replied. “maybe i’ll break yours,” he said. “nobody breaks my heart,” you replied, chuckling. he gave you a dry laugh and looked away before malik and lilli came back with drinks. you and tom both got super intoxicated that night and one thing left to another and you two ended in a hotel room together. the two of you laid on the bed as you lit a cigarette. “do you hate me?” he asked. “what do you mean?” you were confused. “i mean, you’re not head over heels for me, you don’t stutter or fumble your words at all when we speak and you don’t want to date me, i don’t understand why you would act like that unless you hate me,” he explained. “i don’t hate you, in fact i think i’m in love with you,” you drunkenly admitted.

“you do?” he asked, shocked. “i think. i mean you’re exactly my type and we’re basically the same person so i guess i do,” you said. you were slightly conscious of what you had just confessed to tom and you had no regrets, holding it in was killing you slowly. tom reached for you cigarette and you guys shared it until you put it out. you fell asleep and the next morning you woke up in tom’s arms. he was completely wrapped around you and you had no memory of the night before.

“morning,” he said groggily with his morning voice. “did we…?” you asked, scrounging up as much of last night as you could. “yeah, and you also confessed you love for me,” he said laughing. “oh god, did i?” you asked. “don’t tell me you didn’t mean it,” he said. “unfortunately i did and you’re not going to let me live it down will you?” you asked. “of course not,” he said smiling. you reached over for your phone to missed calls and texts messages from lilli. “i guess we should get back to our hotels,” you said before getting up to put your clothes on. “not before i do this,” tom said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to bed before kissing you. “i hate you,” you said digging your face into his chest.

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Cross The Line: Part One

You shouldn’t have done it. You should have never applied for the position. You made a mental note to remove all the alcohol from your apartment that night. There was no way you would be able to work so closely to him.

Lando Norris, the famous Formula One driver. Up until today you used to be a big fan of him, a massive fan of his driving ability and his online platform Quadrant. When you were told the role would include working closely with him you thought it was incredible news, until now.

“The only reason he hired her was because she’s fit, she’ll just be in the way all the time- get rid of her”.

Lando was stood in the conference room talking to some guy. Presuming from the way he was stood the guy was involved in the hiring process, as he stood calmly listening to Lando ranting away about you. Unbeknownst to them, you were hiding at the entrance, about to go in to informally introduce yourself to Lando, until you heard that comment. Hurt struck you. You had only just left a job because of how self-conscious the employers made you. The main reason you were drunk that night and applied for this job was because you were sick of feeling so stupid and worthless. And before he had even met you, Lando had already made an assumption which had left you feeling how you had felt before.

You cleared your throat and stepped into the room, making your presence known. Lando and the other guy turned. You noticed Lando look at you from head to toe before turning back slightly, giving you a hostile approach.

“Ah Y/N! There you are! I haven’t met you before- my name is Nick and I work within the recruitment department of Mclaren. I’ve just brought your new contract which we thought now would be a perfect time for you and Lando to go through it and establish how closely you’ll be working together over the rest of the season. Once you’ve finished, come find me in my office and we will get all your IDs sorted, okay?”

Nick smiled warmly at you, and you returned it. At least he was nice to you. Nick faced Lando briefly as he was leaving, “It’s out of my control Lando, we want the best for this team, and she’ll help you achieve this. Be nice.”

Nick swiftly leaves the room, leaving you alone with Lando. He continues to stare at the door where Nick had left from. You stare at him and consider your options. You could either try and be nice and see if you can change his already-set opinion of you, or you could just read the document as quickly as possible to leave as quick as possible. You decide to go with the first option and put a smile on your face before walking over to him.

“Hi Lando, I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you” You stretch your arm out before you for him to shake and yet he just stares at your hand as if it was foreign to him.

“Hey, let’s just get this over with” dismissing you, Lando turns to the table with the contract on and takes a seat, leaving you stood there gaping at him.

How bloody rude! You sigh and take a seat next to him, pretending to not notice Lando shift himself, so he was sitting as far away from you as possible in his seat.

The document was a standard contract, you read through it together only making small comments when you ask questions, or he just huffs at certain phrases. By the end of it, rules have been set. To say Lando wasn’t happy about them was an understatement of the century. You looked over at him and his jaw was set, his eyes fixed on anywhere, but you and he looked ready to flee from this room at any second.

You sigh and decide to offer one last olive branch to him. “Well, I think that’s everything. I know this might not be what you want but I think we’ll work well together. I have experience which I can bring to the table and hopefully we’ll make a great team together”.

He finally looks over at you. He blinks a few times before rolling his eyes and looking at the contract.

“Alright, there’s no managers here so you can chill with the fake interview crap. Get Liam to give you my contact number, bye”.

With that he leaves. You sit there staring at the door, tears threatening to escape. Well, if that’s how he’s going to be, you will treat him the same.

Let the games begin Lando.

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vintagevict0ria · 4 months

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𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

“You brush past me in the hallway…”

chapter 1

pairing: Adam Driver x f!reader

content: n/a

a/n: omg i am soooooo excited for this you have no idea. Its been so long since i posted and this idea has been stuck in my drafts since july and since im back in my Adam driver era- id thought id finish this. This is mostly inspired by Taylor Swifts song "I can see you" and each chapter will be based on a lyric! So i am no expert on how film/actor/movie stuff works so bear with me. Hopeful as this goes on, it will get better. Im planning on finishing this by the new year (who knows if that will happen) but since im on break i should take advantage of my free time. Ok long story short I will be writing this shit non stop since im on a writing high so who knows if the next chapter will come out tommorow! Hope you enjoy! Notes are greatly appreciated!!

Y/n, a famous actress known for her beautiful face and captivating personality but also her incredible acting skills. You had been nominated for over 50 awards and won 5 oscars. It had been a while since you were on a set nor a movie. The last film was a roaring success and the critics were crazy about it! The media begged for another film starring Y/N Y/L/N.

The first thing you heard when you woke up was the sound of your phone ringing. Your agent- Carolina, was calling. You quickly answered- yawning and hoping she wouldn’t hear it. “Y/n! Great news!” You sighed, not really understanding what was happening. “You got the job!” The job? what is she talking about? “huh?” You rubbed your eyes, laying back down. “The movie!! Adam Driver is in it too! Oh my gosh i can hear them now! ‘Y/n y/l/n and Adam Driver are co-stars in the biggest hit of the year!” Once you heard his name, you sprung up “Wait what?” “Yeah! They want you here in LA by tomorrow morning. I’ve already booked you a flight to leave in..5 hours! Bye!” She hung up before you could say another word. You glanced over at the clock- 9:35. The flight was at 2:15 and it would take a while to pack and get ready. So, being the smart woman you are, you got up and started the day. Showering, packing, and of course- stopping to get starbucks.

Once you arrived in LA, you headed to the condo where you would be staying for a majority of filming. That morning you woke up and started getting ready for the day. Showering, and making a coffee before you headed out to the table read. You threw on a pair of leggings and a tshirt. It was late autumn so you took a jacket on the way out. At the studio you said hello to the crew and a huge thank you to the casting director. “Y/n!” It was Carolina- she ran up to you and embraced you in a tight hug. “How was the flight?” You smiled at the redhead girl “Great.” Carolina jumped up and down with excitement and handed you sheets of paper. On the cover was the name of the film, the name of the director-JJ Abrams- and your name. “Heres your script. You need to go ahead and head in there! Bye!” She walked away, the sound of her heals clicked across the floor. You quickly skimmed through the pages while walking and not paying attention. You soon enough ran into someone, your coffee spilling over you and the floor along with your script- which was on the floor…covered in coffee. “Oh gosh Im so sorry!” You apologized while picking up your script, wincing at the wet paper. “You might want to watch where you are going next time.” The voice was soft but stern. You looked up and realized it was Adam Driver.

He was wearing all black and his hair was messy. He glanced at you with a subtle stare. “Im so sorry!” You stood up, brushing yourself off. “No worries, happens to the best of us.” He rolled his shoulders back and popped his neck, closing his eyes. Damn he was attractive. ”You headed in?” You asked, trying to keep your composure together. Adam simply just nodded.

The first day of the read consisted of going over the aspects of the film and the time line of production. After the read through, filming would start, then the movie premiere would take place after filming and production in Hollywood, but that was a whiles away. When the read was over you walked out with another co star. Heading to your condo, you received a text from Carolina. "Girl, just talked to JJ and he just gave me word that there is a sex scene between you and Adam 😁" The stupid emoji at the end made you cringe. Carolina giving you this news shot your nerves through the roof. As if you weren't already nervous enough about working with Adam, having to film a intimate scene made it far worse. Kicking your shoes off and falling onto your bed, you opened instagram, an attempt to get your mind of the situation at hand, it didn't work.

#Spotify #adam driver #adam driver x reader #actor au #smut #fluff #angst #adam driver smut #adam driver fluff #adam driver angst #taylor swift #i can see you

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therhythmafterthesummer · 9 months

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Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~2k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · smut · roommates to ??? | this piece takes place before these two got together · allusion to the reader being chubby · self-pleasure (both parties are getting off, but not engaging with each other) · voyeurism · improper use of supernatural abilities · Chris’ inner wolf won’t shut up · mentions and hints of: fingering, knotting, breeding, etc · Guilty & Moping Christopher · self-loathing

minors do not interact.

Chris would’ve never thought he’d be this weak. He was usually very good at ignoring this attraction he felt. A couple of months of you living here with him had practically trained him for it. However, a handful of nights a week, it was almost impossible to ignore.

He shouldn’t have been surprised, really. It was only natural that someone your age would indulge in one of the most primal needs an animal could have, and, of course, like a proper human, you had tools to deal with all that.

The first time it happened, he almost dropped dead right then and there. It took him a moment to notice back then. He was so sleepy he thought he might’ve been hearing things, but, after a few moments of that faint buzzing sound resonating through the walls, the first quiet moan gave it all away.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly he started to get hard the moment he realised you were a few steps away, getting off. Chris had covered his face and ears with his pillow in a desperate attempt to not hear. Having enhanced hearing didn’t make it okay to eavesdrop, especially not during such intimate circumstances.

That night, he had to stop his hands from moving multiple times. He refused to get off to the sound of your quiet whines, to the buzz of the toy… He refused to even start imagining the scene you’d be painting in your room. He tried to distract himself, watching cute videos on his phone, or putting his headset on to try and muffle the sounds travelling through your shared home.

He’d succeeded for the most part, but after you were… finished, he heard you going through the motions of leaving your room, going to the bathroom, and then back to your room… He needed to drink something, his mouth was dry and his senses were on edge, plus, a cold shower was more than needed, considering his traitorous cock just wouldn’t go soft.

He had to wait almost twenty minutes to leave his room, just in case you were still awake. Honestly, the moment he stepped out of his room and went into the bathroom, he was almost winded by the smell of your scent in the hall. It wasn’t your fault, it probably just lingered there from when you had walked through here earlier, but, God, it wasn’t helping his problem one bit…

Regardless, Chris had been able to keep himself in check that night. No boundaries were broken, and that was enough to ease his mind.

However, even if he’d succeeded, he wasn’t really prepared to deal with this on the regular.

Every night he heard the buzz, it was a night spent in agony. Sometimes he’d just stay in his room, headphones plugged in, playing a game on max volume. On other nights, it’d be so incredibly difficult to hold himself back from doing something he’d regret, so he’d just leave the flat altogether.

He’d go to Changbin’s, or Minho’s, or Jisung’s, or anyone’s, as long as he got to be away from you and your goddamn scent and the alluring sounds coming out of your room.

He should’ve known that this couldn’t last. Chris was bound to break, and the tortuous workday he’d had today, coupled with just how incredibly exhausted he was, seemed to have lowered his inhibitions enough for his hand to mindlessly find its way to his crotch as soon as he heard that godforsaken buzz.

“Oh, shit…” Chris mumbled under his breath, leaning his head back against the headboard of his bed.

What was he doing?

Well, he knew what he was doing, but why was he doing it?

Using his supernatural hearing for this was beyond creepy, immoral, you definitely didn’t deserve it. But, God, how could he not do it when you sounded just so… pretty?

He couldn’t think straight, not when sparks of pleasure were running up and down his spine with each stroke of his hand, not when he tightened his grip just right. If you were to have your hands on him, would you hold him like this? He’d be more than delighted to show you what he liked. He just knew that you’d be able to perfectly mimic the pressure that made him dizzy, that you’d work him up diligently, that your hands would feel a hundred times better than his did.

Chris could hear the faint buzz in the distance, the quiet whines and sighs, the muffled moans… He could picture it all in detail. You, sprawled on your bed–that bed he himself had laid on many, many times before… platonically–legs spread, a hand on your breast and the other holding a toy between your legs.

What toy were you using? Was it a dildo? A bullet? One of those trendy suction ones? He selfishly hoped it wasn’t a dildo. A dildo wouldn’t be enough for a girl like you, he was sure. His fingers would be much more suitable. He’d prep you so well, stuff you with as many of his digits as he could, touch you however you liked to be touched, using the bullet or the suction toy on your sensitive clit…

But he wasn’t there right now. You were on your own, playing with yourself and your toy. His mind really couldn’t decide on which one it would be, the mental image he had kept shifting between devices. The only thing that was a constant was the look on your face, all blissed-out, with your eyes closed and your mouth slightly agape.

Would you be teasing your nipples? Rolling them between your fingers? Pinching them? If you weren’t, he’d gladly do it for you. God, the soft flesh would just feel incredible in his hold, he just knew. The sight would surely be heavenly.

Lick, suck, fuck, perfect tits just for me…

After spitting in his hand, Chris brought it back to his aching cock, smearing the saliva all over himself before he tightened his grip and pumped. Oh, how he wished it was you. Your hands, your mouth, your cunt, or even your thighs… He’d take anything you were willing to give him, he just knew you’d look so, so gorgeous while you choked on him, while you took him in any and every single one of your holes…

His spit and the pre-cum spilling from his tip helped lubricate him, each stroke produced an obscene squelching sound that just joined the quiet sounds you were making in your room. The buzzing increased, your whines became more frequent, and Chris just sped up the motions of his hand in response.

What if he just barged out of his room and went straight to yours? Would you let him take you? There was a small, very idiotic part of him that believed you would. You’d open your legs further, let him settle his body between them, and plunge himself right in while he kissed you. You’d be so warm around his cock, tight while you adjusted to his size, he was simply salivating at the thought.

Perfect, perfect cunt that’ll take her alpha’s cock like it was made to… mine, for me, for my cock, for my knot… to be stuffed to the very brim with my pups…

Chris’ chest was vibrating slightly with his contained growls, the thought of kissing you, fucking you, claiming you, and scenting you in one of the most obscene ways possible had his instincts on edge. His inner wolf wanted you, of course he did. He was just another part of Chris, who was already absolutely crazy about you. Every single part of him knew just how well you’d take anything he gave you, how well you’d do for him.

His logical mind wouldn’t let him leave his bed, though. He’d risk too much by acting purely on his wolf’s instincts. Instead, he just sped his strokes, matching the rapid pace you seemed to have set for yourself. Was your toy at top speed? Or was there still more? He wanted to find out. He wanted to be the one to use it on you, to have you moan his name in his ear and squirm under him.

Just the mere thought of you saying his name got him so, so close. There was nothing more that he wanted right now than to have his pretty roommate crumbling in bliss, he just knew he could make you feel so incredibly good if you just gave him a chance.

Pleasure mate, satisfy mate, scent, mark as mine, mine, mine, mine, mine….

All of a sudden, the quietest of moans left your mouth, and you started gasping for air. He could practically smell your scent, floral, fresh, aroused, satisfied…

Oh, he was so doomed…

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Chris mindlessly swore under his breath, speeding the movement of his hand, thrusting into his grip as the telltale signs of his orgasm clouded his senses.

Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he let his climax wash over him. His cum was warm, thick, and creamy since he hadn’t unloaded for days now. He had to make a conscious effort not to growl like the fucking horny dog he was while he got the expanse of his torso drenched in his release. It felt like he was coming for an eternity, and, by the time he had milked himself dry, all noise coming from your room had stopped completely.

Chris heaved a sigh, and his ears started ringing. This was just what he needed after such a long, strenuous day at work. He felt his frustrations quickly evaporate, replaced with the rush of endorphins only a good wank could release into his system. He laid there, panting, his head lolled to the side as the bliss of his orgasm relaxed his muscles, and for a moment, he felt like he was floating, even sleepy.

He was deep in bliss, light, satisfied…

But then, dread started to seep in.

“Oh, God, what’ve you done, you fucking idiot?” Chris reached for his discarded shorts on the floor and used them to clean up the mess he made. When was the last time he came this hard? There was so much cum…

What a waste…

“Shut the fuck up, dude”, he shook his head, like that would eliminate the thought.

How was he going to look you in the eyes tomorrow? You were his roommate. His female, very much human roommate that had trusted him enough to move in with him, and this was how he acted? By secretly listening in to you pleasuring yourself in the privacy of your own room? You had no idea what he was, that he was capable of doing this at all, so of course you would go ahead and make all the noise you wanted within those four walls. It was your right, but he had to go ahead and be disgusting about it. How could he do this?

His skeleton almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the door to your room open, only to hear the bathroom door closing a few seconds after.

Would you be just washing your hands? Or would you be washing your toys as well…?

Chris shook his head again. He had a serious problem…

With a sigh, he plopped on his bed, and decided to wait until you were done so he could go to the bathroom himself and clean up properly.

Squish, knead, hold tight… Must cuddle mate, make sure mate’s satisfied, happy…

He flicked himself on the forehead, right in the middle. He was capable of keeping his instincts in check, goddamn it. Why was his subconscious slipping like this?

As he laid there, staring at the ceiling, with the phantom of your scent lingering around him, he figured it was time to accept that he was incredibly attracted to you. Physically. Enough for him to become a desperate mess and lose his composure just at the thought of you masturbating a few metres away from him.

He knew, of course. He knew since the very first moment he saw you. But this was odd for him. Chris typically didn’t feel attracted to people in this way just out of nowhere. The fact that he’d known you for a couple of months already seemed to have made everything so much worse. You were nice, funny, kind, and, quite possibly, the most beautiful person he’d ever seen… He, very clearly, had a crush on you. What was he going to do about that?

When you finally retreated to your room, he didn’t dare leave his bed. The last thing he wanted was for you to start worrying about whether he’d heard you or not.

He heard you, alright, but you didn’t need to know that.

After twenty or so minutes, he finally made his way to the bathroom, and your scent still lingering in the room almost made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Flowers… Fresh flowers… Mate’s scent…

While he cleaned himself up, Chris tried his best to ignore whatever instincts were running rampant deep inside him. His inner wolf was a horny idiot that was making him do stupid things whenever you were concerned. But, by association, that meant that he was a horny idiot who had just had a mindblowing orgasm thinking about his roommate. Thinking about you.

When he finally tucked himself back into bed, he couldn’t help but feel like he was the absolute worst person on earth. You didn’t deserve this, for the disgusting, horny werewolf you didn’t even know was a werewolf to be disrespecting you like this. He needed to do better.

But, God, why did you have to be so pretty? And so… his type? He was sure he didn’t have a type before he met you, but the more he had to be around you, the more he realised you were certainly his type.

Soft mate, squishy mate…

Sighing, Chris laid on his side and reached for one of the spare pillows on his bed. His senses were immediately flooded with your scent. That was when he remembered you’d laid your head here earlier today. No wonder he could smell your scent so vividly.��

Your smile had been so big when you’d started talking to him about your day… The memory had his heart skipping a beat, and his stomach sank.

Hugging the pillow tight to his chest, he curled himself into a ball under the covers.

Kind mate, perfect mate…

Once again, Chris ignored whatever fuckery his instincts were trying to tell him. He reminded himself that you were his roommate, essentially a friend at this point, and as such, he was supposed to protect you and make you feel safe. It didn’t matter how pretty your moans were, how he wanted to get drowned in your scent… None of that justified what he’d just done. He couldn’t break your trust like this ever again.

Chris certainly needed to do better. So he swore he’d never ever do this again.

He just won’t do this again…

…Right?

Author's Note: aaahh, this was so much fun to write. ngl, i'm kinda tempted to write a drabble with this scenario again, but after our dearest, prettiest pack mum has already found out about Chris' condition... special thanks to @notastraykid for providing her valuable insight, opinions, and ideas💜

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autisticredhood · 1 year

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In The Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado page 5 / Batman #614 / Detective Comics #790 / In The Dream House / Detective Comics #790 / Batman #614 / In The Dream House / Batman #410 / Batman #428 / In The Dream house / Batman #617 / Detective Comics #790 / In The Dream House / Detective Comics #790 / Batman #618 / In The Dream House / Detective Comics #790 / Batman #614

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[ID: Several photos weaving together text and comic panels.

First image is of text that reads “The memoir is, at its core, an act of resurrection.”

Second image is a panel of Jason’s face on the ground in watercolor art style from Batman: Hush. He is wearing the Robin domino mask and his mouth is parted open. He is splattered with blood. A blue caption reads “Jason.”. The panel is overlaid in red.

Third image is a cropped panel of Bruce and Cass in front of Jason’s grave. Bruce is saying “He would have been eighteen today.”

Fourth image is of text that reads “Memoirists re-create the past, reconstruct dialogue.”

Fifth image is of Bruce and Cass surrounded by graves as Bruce is saying “But he was brash. Impulsive. Headstrong. Never looking before he leapt…I knew that, but I didn’t stop him because he wanted it so badly. He wanted too much to prove something.”

Sixth and seventh images are cropped panels from Batman: Hush with Batman in watercolor art style. The sixth image has blue captions that reads “No matter what differences we’ve had through the years, I’ve always known that Dick had a gift. Jason only had…rage.” In the seventh image the captions are “Jason never had the skills that Dick had. I should never have let him put on that costume.”

The eighth image is text that reads “They summon meaning from events that have long been dormant.”

The ninth image is of two panels from Jason’s post-crisis Robin run in the 80s. The first panel is of Bruce’s face with the Batman cowl pulled down. He’s saying, “Hardly, the other Robin would’ve done the same thing…You two really are two of a kind.” The accompanying panel is an up close shot of Jason’s grinning face in the Robin suit. He’s saying, “Thank You, Mister Wayne. Mind if I stay up awhile and do some homework?”

The tenth image is of two panels from Death In The Family of Bruce cradling Jason’s dying mother, Sheila. In the first panel Shiela is saying with many ellipses between her words, “He turned out to be such a good kid all his problems and he still turned out good.” In the second panel she is saying, “He threw himself in front of me. He took the main brunt of the blast.”

The eleventh image is text that reads “They braid the clays of memory and essay and fact and perception together, smash them into a ball, roll them flat.”

The twelfth image is a panel from Batman: Hush that is cropped to only show a caption that reads “Jason saw being Robin as a game. It’s probably what got him killed.”

The thirteenth image are of two panels from Bruce and Cass at Jason’s grave. The first panel is a cropped shot of Bruce saying “Yes. Maybe if I’d put an end to his attempts, he’d be getting ready to go off to college…” The following panel is of Bruce and Cass standing as dark silhouettes against a red sky with the angel statue of Jason’s grave looming over them. Bruce is finishing his thought from the last panel and saying, “Or just having a normal life…”

The fourteenth image is text that reads “They manipulate time; resuscitate the dead.”

The fifteenth image is of two panels from two different comics. The first is from Batman: Hush in modern comics art style and not watercolor. It’s a cropped panel of Tim Drake in the Robin suit yelling, “No matter what he says, Jason’s death still haunts him. Why else would he keep Jason’s costume so prominently in the cave?” The second panel is a cropped image of Barbara Gordon on the BatComputer screen from the same issue of Bruce and Cass visiting Jason’s grave. She’s contacting Bruce before he goes to the graveyard, saying, “Maybe you’re busy...Look Batgirl just came by. She seemed…upset. I don’t know what happened, but…if this is about what today is, then…Just Know I’m here if you need…”

The sixteenth image is of text that reads “They put themselves, and others, into necessary context.”

The seventeenth image is a panel of Bruce and Cass in the graveyard. Bruce is saying, “But he’ll never have that. Maybe it’s not too late for Stephanie.”

The eighteenth and final image is an edited panel from Batman: Hush in watercolor style again. It is a close up of the R symbol of the Robin suit with blood stains on it. The panel is overlaid in red again. The edit is a blue caption from the same issue that is added to above the R symbol. It reads Batman’s inner monologue of “For these reasons, I’ve carried the burden of responsibility for Jason’s death.”

End ID.]

#um. SCREAM. coping w stress by sexualizing alfred & weaving bruce grief #jason todd #bruce & jason #bruce grief #you know!! you know?? do you get it. bruce's speaking of jason is a memoir & he changes the story of jasons life in context of making him a #cautionary tale in #relation to stephanie & in context of alleviating the heavy burden of his guilt he blames himself which is unbearable so he tries to rewrite #it as jason being a bad robin so that he can pretend for a few moments that it isnt his fault as he believes #took great satisfaction doing the hush panels where hes slandering jason as not being like deck then putting in the panel where he tells #dick*#robin jason he did what dick would have and they are two of a kind :] heehee #and him being like jason had problems!!!!!!! @ cass followed by sheila saying all his problems and he turned out to be such a good kid #he rewrites it that jason got himself killed or that bruce could have stopped him (ignoring the fact that stopping him from being robin LED #JASON TO HIS DEATH) and he'd be alive and in college #anyway you know!!!#my very correct opinions

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kiritella · 1 year

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Red as Iron [Pt. II]

Pairings: Dad.Bucky x Daughter.Reader

Warnings: Hospitals

Words: 1.0k~

Type: Angsty

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Cold. Iron. Plummeting into a frozen lake, bathed in the water that would bring death upon him. Bucky gasped for breath but it didn’t alleviate the agonizing wrenching in his chest. He ran. His lungs raged for more than air. Answers. Who? Why? He stopped only when he reached the information desk in the emergency room.

“Y.n Barnes—she’s sixteen,” he said quickly, “Brought in— the officer said—”

The nurse nodded, typing away on her computer. “Relation to the patient?”

“Father—Please, is she okay?”

“I’m sorry, but do you have an ID on you so I can confirm?”

Bucky groaned, fumbling for his wallet in his back pocket. He slid his ID onto the counter toward her, and after another agonizing minute, she nodded with a gentle frown and looked up from her computer. She handed him back his ID.

“I’m afraid all I know is that Ms. Barnes was in critical condition when she arrived, but she has been taken back into surgery.”

“Critical condition—Surgery?!” he asked, shaking his head. “What happened?”

“Brooklyn fire department brought her in less than an hour ago, but other than that, I am afraid I don’t know…” she said apologetically. “The doctor will come out and let you know her condition when he is able to. You are free to wait in the waiting room.”

“Isn’t there anything you can tell me?!” he asked, desperately leaning over the counter between them.

She shook her head. “I wish there was, but the only things I know are what is put into the computer.”

Bucky sighed, hanging his head as he pushed himself off the desk and backed away. He couldn’t breathe. Finding a seat in that forsaken place, he sat down and realized just how much effort it had taken just to stand. He leaned forward as a waft of cold air blew over him, resting his head in his hands. He choked on the breaths carving in and out of his lungs. Less than an hour ago. He was on the phone with her just a little while ago. She was—

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The police had found Bucky in the waiting room an hour later. They were only able to give him the basics of what they found. Burglary gone wrong. Y.n called 911 at 3:57 pm. She said she had come home from school and found someone in their home. Things had escalated, and she was stabbed twice. The Brooklyn fire department EMT was on the scene before the PD, but only barely. She was unconscious by the time they arrived and the burglar was gone. They were investigating the scene and getting the video footage from the apartment complex. With a bit of luck, something should come up. They asked him question after question until his mind was going numb with frustration. When at last they finished, they had advised him to stay with a friend, but he had shaken his head, and they left him in peace.

He stared at his phone screen now, looking at the numbers displayed in front of him with disbelief. He thought something was off at first, maybe the police had it wrong, but it slowly sank into his chest.

Recent calls: Y.n Barnes, 4:00 pm.

4:00 pm. She had called him, his sixteen year old daughter, his baby, had called him, bleeding out in their home, afraid. She had called him and told him she loved him, and that he was an amazing father. His lips trembled as a knot swelled in his throat. His phone screen blurred as Y.no’s voice called out to him louder than the chaos of the hospital he was imprisoned in.

“Can’t I just call my dad and tell him I love him?”

He took a sharp breath and shook his head. He should have known. He should have heard it in her voice, in her breathing. He should have known something wasn’t right.

“I’m really lucky you’re my dad. I love you.”

He jumped out of the chair and hurried out of the room. He found a nearby stairwell and shoved open the door, stepping quickly down a set of stairs until he found himself on one of the platforms between levels. He paced back and forth, hand tangling in his hair.

“I just love you, I guess…and I wanted you to know that.”

His hand met the wall, his chest heaved. He leaned against the wall, hands pressed into the plaster as he tried to fathom what he begged to be a nightmare. He wanted to wake up. Dear God, let him wake up.

“I love you too, dad.”

Bucky grit his teeth, hands balling into fists as his heart bore the knife that cut him open. He hung up on her. Why did he hang up? She was bleeding out. Tears began to slip down his cheeks. She’s in critical condition.

“...Goodbye.”

He strangled out a cry as the realization hit him, harsh and ugly, raw as it ripped from his throat. She was saying goodbye. She had called him to say goodbye.

“Oh, God, Baby, don’t do this to me…” he choked. “Please, Babygirl.”

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It took most of his will to remove himself from that stairwell. To crawl back to the waiting room and sit and wait. It took all his strength to remain sane. He wasn’t used to this. This maddening fear. He’d looked down the barrel of a gun, lost the woman he thought he’d see forever with, feared from the moment Y.n was born that he would do something wrong, but it all seemed so little compared to this moment. This was all consuming, rabid. It wouldn’t let him sit still, and he was at the end of his wits with everyone and everything. He couldn’t calm himself.

It took until he was on the verge of snapping before a doctor entered the room and cleared his throat.

“Is there a…Mr. Barnes?” he called and Bucky had never risen to his feet quicker. The doctor motioned him to follow, and Bucky hurried to his side.

“Your daughter is doing well,” he said and a breath of air filled Bucky’s lungs so sharply he had to steady himself against the wall. The doctor continued, “She sustained two stab wounds, one to the left lung which had pierced the diaphragm, and the other to the liver. We were able to mend the damage, stabilize her, and she is in recovery now, waking up from the anesthesia. I can take you to see her.”

“Thank you,” was the only thing Bucky could think to say. And with it, he followed the doctor to the patient recovery ward and to Y.n’s room. He couldn’t seem to get there fast enough, but when he got to the door and the doctor left him, he could barely take a step towards her bed. She was still, but breathing softly, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. There was an IV stuck in her arm, an arm that was now bruised. The trails of purple had crept up her arm, and another bruise blossomed on her cheek just below her right eye. The twisting in his chest eased now that he was there beside her, but slowly following behind it was a burning flame. It ate away at him until it ignited a wildfire. His fists curled into his hands until his nails bit his skin.

He eased his way to her bedside and gently sat on the edge of the mattress. His fingers slipped into her cold ones, and his brows furrowed as he squeezed them tightly. She always hated when her fingers got cold. He pressed her hand in his to let the warmth sink into her own hand. Leaning over, he let his free hand caress the side of her face, over the bruise, as he kissed her forehead, eyes squeezed closed. Gently, he kissed over the bruise as well.

If the cops didn’t find whoever did this soon, he would find them himself. The cops would never solve the case until they dove into the depths of the ocean, dragging his body up in pieces, each weighed down to the ocean floor in cement. They’d each be broken in several places. Natasha would help him do it.

When he opened his eyes again, they held the sparks erupting from struck red-hot iron. Determination burned in the well of his chest, braced in the armor of his ribs. Be them of a prison cell or the red iron gates of hell, he would ensure whoever did this would see bars.

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yesterdaysnewts · 5 months

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so i just finished the first season of house md and let me say

your attachment to wilson is understandable, that man has the biggest brownest eyes ive ever seen

house on the other hand has the scariest blue eyes known to man pls buy her brown contact lenses

i actually like cameron x house i would potentially like to see more of that she is a very nice contrast to house and i rlly want to see that dynamic explored even though the season 1 finale did make it pretty clear that hes still in love with stacey

speaking of which im looking forward to seeing how her presence in the hospital shakes things up

im very glad they got rid of vogler or whatever his name was i had vivid hallucinations of punching him in the face repeatedly everytime he was on screen

i want to find out what the deal with foreman is. he has matching shows with house. he hates homeless people. he committed a crime at 16. he broke into a patients house to figure out how to comfort her while she died. literally who is this man i need to knowwwww

that brings me to chase. i cant figure him out either, first hes a brown nose to house, then hes snitching on him every chance he gets, he doesnt need to money but he wants his job, he is somehow to coolest person in this show and the lamest, he wears a leather jecket and looks like he belongs in a pantene commerical. hes my favourite

also i want it to be actually brought up that house plays piano? like in the first season there are 4 seperate times he plays piano (tho he only mimes playing it one time so technically only three)

GOD this show i cant believe i didnt watch it sooner

wilson really does have the most wettest biggest brownest eyes i have ever seen and it makes him so scrunkly i need to put him in a bag and bash that bag into a brick wall

and yea houses eyes are fucking terrifying and the worse thing is that someone on a discord server once edited him to have brown eyes and somehow it was scarier

also you are like the first person ive seen express a like for cameron x house so honestly god speed for that but you do bring up some banging fucking points

live laugh love stacey that is really all i have to say to that her and house have such a good juicy relationship

fun fact vogler only exists because fox wanted someone to like oppose house and that so the writers threw him in and in process made chase a dickhead (still bbg tho)

also FOREMAN, god i love him so much like mans presents himself as like 'oh smart doctor, id want this man to be my doctor' but then as the show progresses you just end up looking at him like 'what happened here'. in s3 you do properly start to see how he parallels house and it is scrumptious top tier telly and, like chase, he is a fucking dickhead. and the car thing as well cos like he goes on about how he pulled himself out of that but then you watch and he clings to normalcy and making something of himself its brilliant

and the shit himself chase. i find it so fucking funny how his first name is robert like he does not fucking look like a robert. and his relationship with house like fucking hell, you can tell chase is desperately trying to separate himself from his actual dad and by doing that he clung onto his work and especially house in an attempt to do that.

also 'he wears a leather jacket and looks like he belongs in a pantene commercial. he is my favourite' speaks for itself cause yeag.

unfortunately i don't actually think its bought up that house can play piano later on but you do get to see him play other instruments which is fun cause hugh laurie is a really good musician and im so happy they gave house interests outside of just medicine

happy watching the show is gonna make you go just a bit insane

#house md #ask #it really is the show of all time #like just bat shit insane #its brilliant

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l-starlight-l · 2 months

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The love of a hero

An old friend

Master list

Part 1, part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

A/n: Oop not me being flaky with posting, my bad y’all!

Description: an old friend has finally found time to hang out with you

Pairing: dick Grayson x reader (platonic)

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This was your first time living alone in such a big city but it certainly was not your first time living in Gotham. Sure it had been a very long time but that didn’t change much. A long time ago, maybe ten years ago, you had runaway to Gotham. You and your dad had gotten into a huge fight and you were beyond angry with him. You need space and comfort from somewhere other than your home so you decide to go to Gotham. You had some very close friends in the city and knew they would be willingly to let you crash at their place. These people were basically a second family to you. It took some convincing for them to let you stay, but once you were there you lived with them for a little over a year. It was the happiest time of your life you would say. Of course nothing last forever and you had to leave. You would argue you were stolen from them but others would disagree.

You rushed to clock out of your twelve hour shift when your phone rang. The caller id read “boy wonder”, you rolled your eyes and answered. “What” you answered not knowing if you were happy to hear from him or not.

“You free?” Asked the man on their other side, he sounded like he was moving around a lot but wasn’t out of breath.

“Ummm yeah, I just got off of work” you replied while gathering your things from your locker.

“I’m just finishing a job up, do you want to hang out after?” He asked feeling guilty from not reaching out sooner.

Your brows knitted in frustration, “oh so now you want to see me, you’ve blown me off for the past three weeks” you said trying to keep your temper in check.

“I know I know I’m so sor-“ as he was apologizing you heard a grunt and then a big slam on the other side of the phone. You hear dick sigh in pain and then him cheerily saying “damn that one hurt”

“I understand you’ve been busy” you shrug off your anger at him with a soft laugh, “how about you come over when you finish up and I make you dinner”

“You would make the perfect wife you know that” he teased as he nearly avoided a punch.

You let out a soft sigh, “in your dreams boy wonder” you said with a laugh as you hung up.

Some time later you’re busy in the kitchen when you hear a knock at the window. You jump and turn just to see dick sitting on the fire escape holding his wounded rips and waving at you like an idiot. His wide smile smile made you laugh at the sight of him. “Could you have taken any longer” you said sarcastically while letting him in. “I made your favorite” you told him while walking back into the kitchen.

He dramatically stopped mid step and exclaimed, “cookies!” Like he was a child. You stare at him with a smile, he hasn’t changed.

You rustle through your cabinets trying to find your first aid kit, “I just put them in so it will be a few minutes, let me clean you up while we wait” you said grabbing it and leading him to the kitchen. “I have some of your old clothes if you want to change out of your uniform, though I’m not sure if they fit or not” you say scanning his certainly grown up body. The last time you saw him he was just some scrawny teenage. As you admire his gorgeous body you remind yourself that he is a friend, just a friend.

You two spend the night catching up, even thigh you’ve known him since diapers it’s been years since you were in the same room as him. Although there were long phone calls and so, so many texts it wasn’t the same as being able to see him in person. It felt nice having he next to you again.

“How’s the new job?” He asks in-between cookies.

You smile thinking about how much you’re enjoying your time here, “ I love it honestly”. You look at him and his wounded face, “how’s being a hero” you say with a melancholy tone.

He gives you a sad bit understanding look, “hard, as you know” he answers serious. You look away from him as your body tenses. He quickly changes the subject when he notices your reaction, “so when are you going to tell me the recipe Alfred so kindly gave you?” He says with his sweet smile as he holds up a cookie to his lips.

“That is between me and him, you are never getting it” you say with a laugh. The night is till early when he gets called back out, you hug him with a heavy heart. “Be safe” you say worried.

He smiles down at you as he releases the hug, “I always am” he says as he leaves through your window, disappearing into the night.

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#jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood #batfam #dc comics #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #red hood x you #red hood x gender neutral reader

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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boat boy | c.h

| calum hood x reader

summary: in which you meet calum on an accidental run in, thanks to your crazy pup. things take a turn for the best.

warnings: so much fluff ;) also plot holes galore LMAO i wrote this so messily. this isn’t my best work.

a/n: my friends begged for this so ! you ask and you shall receive <3

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“bella no!” you yelled, watching as she escaped from her harness and took off down the beach. you quickly picked your pace but it was already hard enough walking in the fine sand, running? good luck.

but you managed, “bella!” you yelled again trying to get her attention but she was too invested in the birds she was chasing. you continued to chase after her, embarrassing yourself in front of everyone there who just wanted to have a peaceful day at the beach. “shit” you mumbled to yourself, seeing as she seemed to get farther away. you tried picking up your pace but the sun had already worn you out.

calum saw this, he watched as you tirelessly chased after the pup, and seeing as no one looked concerned or offered to help he interfered. he pushed himself off the lounge chair and found his way jogging behind the dog before catching her easily by the collar. “easy there” he hummed.

everything felt in slow motion, you saw the stranger grab your dog but he did it so effortlessly. you were still a bit away so you hauled it to finally catch up.

“thank you..” you paused, catching your breath. “so much.” you finished with a laugh at the end. “she’s great at escaping”. he laughed, helping you get her back into the pink harness. “i know how it is, i have one of my own” he laughed. you stood up, bella now safely secured on her lead. “i’m y/n” you stuck your hand out, and he gently took yours. “calum” he smiled.

that was the first time you met calum hood, but little did you know that it would change everything.

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by the next morning, you were on the beach again. you woke up earlier than you wanted but you figured you could go for a walk with bella. this time you made sure her harness was secured. well, you thought it was.

“oh come on, bella!” you yelled, watching as she escaped and began chasing the birds in the distance. you began tanning after her again.

and just like a movie, calum had caught her once more. “you know, if you wanted to talk to me again you didn’t have to let her loose” he laughed. “you could’ve just walked up to me” he teased. you grinned, “it seems she has a mind of her own, and you seem to be on it” a laugh followed. calum smiled, “do you want a drink?” he offered, pointing back to his beach set up of an umbrella, chair, and a cooler.

“sure!”

hours passed, and the two of you sat in the sand just talking like you’ve known each other for years. this sudden spark was unusual for the both of you, calum couldn’t take his eyes off you. he was listening to every word spilling from your lips.

without realizing it, a lot of time had passed and it was already close to evening. “oh man” calum checked his phone, “i didn’t realize how long we’ve been talking. “i promised my buddies id meet them for a couple of drinks tonight” you both stood up, exchanging glances. “do you wanna come with? it’s a really nice bar, with a sick view” he offered, your eyebrows raised. “oh no, no. i wouldn’t want to intrude” you shook your head, and he quickly took out his phone. “no, i insist. especially since it seems bella is persistent about us seeing each other.” he handed you his phone. “you can put your number in and i’ll text you the address” he smiled.

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calum was a nervous wreck, he had given his number to possibly the prettiest girl he had ever met. he was dressed pretty casually, in a button-down and some jeans. it was good enough for a few drinks with his friends.

he sat at the bar with his friends, going around for drinks but he kept thinking about you.

was his approach too awkward? what if you didn’t show up? did he just make a fool out of himself? he downed his first beer, looked at the doors, and then spotted you. your black slip set, an oversized leather jacket, and boots to match. maybe it was a little dressed up for a bar on the beach but it was the only nice outfit you brought on this trip.

his eyes never left you once, as you approached you smiled. “too dressy?”

he shook his head getting up from his stool, “no, no, you look incredible” he smiled. you nodded, “good”.

for the entire night, he couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole night. the way you danced, the sound of your laugh. the feeling was indescribable. you made him feel all warm inside. he dreaded the end of this wonderful week. the day he had to say goodbye to you was the day he feared most.

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“what’s up, boat boy” you teased, “you saw?” you nodded, grinning. he shook his head. “why didn’t you call me? you could’ve joined us” you shrugged, “i finish packing. it’s fine!” you laughed, he frowned. “guess i should too” he shrugged. “hey, what about you come by later for dinner? i can order take out.” he offered. “sure! id love to” you nodded, “great!” he grinned, “come by at seven?” you nodded, “i’ll be there.”

“hey!” he grinned, opening the door and letting you inside. “hi, sorry i’m a bit early. i had to drop bella off with a friend” you walked inside. “it’s no problem, the food is here already.”

the next hours were full of talking, enjoying each other presence, sitting on his sofa while eating take out. the two of you talked, a lot.

“you said last time that you write music, what kind?” you brought up. he nodded, “well, that’s what this trip is for. just to take a break and clear my mind.” you nodded, “it must be something big, huh, boat boy?” you added. “third album.” he finished. “and don’t call me boat boy” he laughed. “whatever you say..” you trailed off. “boat boy”.

“dinner was great, thank you” you smiled.

“of course”. the two of you walked down the beach in silence.

“you look amazing” he spoke up.

“dont” you replied, smiling bashfully.

“why not?”

“because” you shrugged, the two of you stood on the sand underneath the moonlight staring back at each other. he grinned, a quiet chuckle followed by, “i cant compliment you?”. you shook your head, “it’s isn’t that” he reached for your hand, “what is it then?” you looked off towards the ocean.

“it’s just..this will all be over in two days” you sighed, meeting with his eyes again. “i guess i just wanna be selfish and stay here, with you” he smiled, pulling you into a tight hug. calum held you tightly, he wanted to remember your touch for the rest of his life, as if he would never see you again.

and that was a very real possibility. he didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but you were so perfect to him.

“i wish i could hug you forever” he hummed. “i don’t want to forget your touch”

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the water was cooler in the evening, you stood about ankle deep watching kids in the distance splashing their siblings and laughing as they did do. the waves came crashing down on your calves, you looked down, shifting your weight to one leg.

“i was looking for ya” he walked up behind you.

“yeah i’m just soaking up the ocean before i leave”

you looked over your shoulder and you were met with his eyes and a small smile tugging at his lips. his lips formed an ‘o’ as he walked stood next to you, watching the sun set over the horizon. “you know” you started, a smile crept on your lips.

“this whole vacation has felt like a cheesy rom-com” you laughed, his arm draped over your shoulder. he hummed, softly. “it’s been the best week of my life” he admitted, “mine too”

it soon fell quiet, “i’m not one to believe in love, but i think if it’s real, i found it with you. even if we’ve only known each other for a week.” you shared, leaning against his side. “i promise, i will find you.” he held you close, “but let’s just live in the moment”

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“there’s no way in hell that’s how the two of you met” ashton chirped, taking a swig of his drink. you shrugged, a sly smirk plastered on your face.

“no, it is” luke hummed, looking at ashton across the fire pit. “when cal was on that vacation y/n was all he ever talk about. to be honest i thought it was just going to be a fling, but here we are, four years later”

“and” you stood up, smiling. “he proposed” you held up your left hand, showing off the large diamond. crystal and sierra perked up, flying from their spots and running to your side.

calum couldn’t help but sit back, stare at his family, you and the other girls, and feel proud of his life and accomplishments, his biggest one being you. never in his lifetime did calum think he would ever have so much love for someone. but when you came along, he knew he was a goner.

#calum hood #calum hood angst #calum hood blurbs #calum hood imagine #calum hood fluff #calum hood fanfic #calum x reader #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5 second of summer imagines #5sos fan fiction #5sos #5sos x reader #5sos angst #5sos fluff #5sos smut #calum hood x reader #calum hood 5sos

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triplexdoublex · 1 year

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Cockblock

Pairing: Colson X Reader

Warnings/tags: public sex, getting caught, mentions of anal , Colson’s making inappropriate sexual remarks to the female principal

A/N: This is a highschool AU both of you are 18. This based off a dream and my own past wild days, except I never got caught 🙈

“Jesus!” Your best friend Shawnie gasped, caught off guard when she opened the girls restroom door only to find you and Colson going at it like rabbits on the bathroom counter. Colson was leaned against the edge,practically sitting on it due to his height, your backside pressed into his lap with the rear of your skirt flipped up. “Do you two ever stop?” Shawnie asked, checking her makeup in the mirror, completely unphased after the initial shock of walking in on the two of you having sex. “Couldn’t even bother to use the stall?”

“Nope” Colson briefly paused sucking on the side of your neck to answer her bluntly, continuing to pull your hips back against him. “Needed her now.”

“I swear it’s almost like you two want to be caught, AGAIN!”

It was well known around school that you and Colson fucked and fooled around every chance you got. Your classmates have all seen your not-so-discreet hand movements under the desk when you and Colson would pair up for projects, they’ve watched as his hand disappeared down the front of your leggings on the back of the bus, they’ve heard your hushed pleasure filled cries of “‘Colson!” coming from the janitors closet. And who could forget the time the school blabbermouth caught you two having anal sex under the bleachers at the football game, — you still haven’t lived that one down. The story spread like wildfire throughout the building, even making it back to Mrs. Jackie, the school principal. Of course she had no actual proof, besides the rumors she heard swirling about, so she couldn’t take any real disciplinary action, besides a stern warning and a speaking to. But just a few weeks later she caught you both with your pants down— literally — in the courtyard at lunch, resulting in a three day in school suspension and a call home.

“Honestly, we really don’t give a fuck if we do get caught. Ain’t that right, baby?” He licked a stripe up your neck and slid one of his hands under the front of your skirt to play with your clit as you both got closer.

“You guys are insane!” Shawnie exclaimed as she finished the final touch ups of her make up. “Didn’t they call home last time? Your parents must have flipped!”

“I’m a latch key kid, with an alcoholic father. You think he gave a fuck.” Colson answered back.

“I know your moms super strick, Y/N. She couldn’t have been too happy with you.” Shawnie prompted.

“Turns out I can do a pretty convincing impression of my mom's voice,” You covered up a moan with a laugh. “ Thank god for Caller ID, and thank god Mrs. Jackie waited until after school to call home.”

Shawnie was starting to say something else when Colson interrupted her —“ Aye, listen either you you shut up and join, or fuck off and let us finish!?”

“Point taken.” Shawnie said, tossing her makeup into her purse with an eye roll and heading towards the door when suddenly it flew open. “Mrs. Jackie!” Shawnie gasped aloud trying to give you and Colson some kind of warning but it was too late.

“Baker!, Y/N!” Mrs. Jackie scolded. “As soon as I found out you were both missing from your third period classes , I knew you were up to no good!”

“No, it’s GOOD,trust me!” Colson retorted with a smirk, not giving a single fuck as he pulled your hips back against him again.

Realizing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Colson, Mrs. Jackie turned her attention to you. “Y/N, step away from Mr. Baker … My office now! Both of you are getting a two week suspension!”

“Damn, can’t you at least let us finish first!” Colson pushed his luck.

“NOW!” Mrs. Jackie reiterated!

You begrudgingly stepped forward,letting Colson slip out of you, and smoothed your skirt down over your backside. Colson was less descreit, talking his sweet time and making sure Mrs. Jackie got a good look before putting away his massive dick.

“Jesus Christ!” She exclaimed before turning around and heading out the bathroom with both of you in tow.

“What’s a matter , Mrs. Jackie? Bigger than your husbands, ain’t it ?” Colson taunted inappropriately.

“One more word Mr. Baker, and it’s gonna be an expulsion for you!”

“Cockblock.”

#machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #colson baker smut #mgk smut #machine gun kelly smut #colson baker fanfic #mgk fanfic #machine gun kelly fanfic #machine gun kelly x reader #mgk x reader #colson baker x reader

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runaway-osha · 1 year

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The New Year's writing boost for the return of Runaway Pendragon. The plan anyway. I will be posting it by the first week of New Year's if all goes as planned and I stay stable enough for that long.

But the plan/set out for it is as follows:

September 8th was her last canonical interaction, with Kishar. The Curse that caused her to be viewed as she sees herself. Which means this is 4 months before New Year's 2023. Due to this she ran away again aside from the going to fight Alaric arc, the Ides Of March (which I never finished.) But her name is Runaway, that is what she's known for. So let's say it caused a really bad mental health break so she decided to get away.

Ran off, unseen this time, or maybe she was seen and just had not been stopped, and she came into contact with Mich very quickly. They then decided that they actually would care about her, like when they took care of her after she was nearly killed by Jack, and tagged along on her 'journy'. The two then ran into Felix, Runaway's lost older brother who Mich told her about, and with reunions, the siblings and half sibling (Mich) were off.

Eventually all three of them found a cure for Runaway's curse, and where it was from, but I don't know much about that yet. Aside from the cure being found, before that, a lot of comfort was needed for Runaway as her self esteem took a huge plummet. Before this, regret of running away again had deeply set in for Runaway, but now it was finally for a reason, the curse being gone, and it made her feel a bit better at least.

Runaway and her older brother/sibling then hunt down a lot of their half-siblings, trying to now have more of a purpose on this journey, getting rid of Alaric. During this they end up meeting a few extended family members that also despise Alaric, and help them by giving advice on more of his kids and their powers. The three even meet a few people who owe Felix or Mich a few favors, that help them throughout this mini-adventure.

Eventually the three, after all these experiences together, everything they have done, they kill Alaric. He is a gone, a few of the siblings learn that he was bad and although they have a hard time accepting it, they still do. Runaway and Felix get a few answers on what happened to their mother and tell each other a bit about what went down after Felix's death was 'faked', more than what was said before anyways.

After this, Felix parts ways. He really can't stay in one place for too long, but he promises he'll stay in touch with Runaway, and he does. Mich doesn't come directly back to OSHA grounds, knowing they probably won't be accepted. They still look out for Runaway however. And Runaway goes home at the beginning of 2023.

She gets back to the castle and really hopes that her family won't freak out too bad. After she has been gone for 4 months, she just knows a lot has happened throughout the time. She just mostly hopes that they don't hate her for leaving, although that is very low on possibility. She jokingly thinks of using the 'my 19th birthday is in a month, please don't freak out' card to avoid anything happening before making her presence known.

So uh. Take this if I don't manage to write it all! It'll be a lot of I do, so this is a basic rundown.

#osha writing plans #osha writing sorta #runaway osha #osha #oshaverse #runaway #ooc #take this just in case!

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mavrintarou · 2 years

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[5:05PM] Iwaizumi Hajime A/B/O

Not sure when I had hit 1K followers... but I DID! Honestly, I'm still flabbergasted that people enjoy my crazy unprofessional writing! So, here's my first Iwa story!

Warning: A/B/O au; alpha Iwa (that was a given); mild angst (probably not even mild); explicit smut (c'mon lol)

Iwaizumi Hajime should have known something was up when Shittykawa wanted to go to the bar. He would give vague answers as to where Mattsukawa and Hanamaki was.

He was slightly surprised to see half the bar reserved for him, with a giant HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA! sign but what really took all the surprise out of him was seeing a specific person at the table among the others.

Y/l/n Y/n.

He hasn’t seen her in years and to make up for all those years, she was all he could see at the current moment.

He blinks, unsure if he was really seeing her until she smiled and he knew, she was really there.

He sat across but diagonal from her and could not keep his eyes off of her.

In the midst of the moment, his mind could only wonder what happened to them?

They met during their first year of high school at Aoba Johsai. Y/n was new to Japan due to her father being stationed in Japan for military work.

Her school ID card had the Alpha symbol next to her name and was one of the many alpha females in the school.

She was Hajime’s only female friend.

Even though she was an alpha, she did not express common physical alpha traits. She was much smaller than the other female alphas but when it came to dominance mentality and emotionally, she was stronger than the rest.

Towards the end of their third year, Hajime was slapped with reality that their time was running short. Oikawa was heading to Argentina right after high school while Matsukawa and Hanamaki was undetermined with their goals. Hajime knew for sure he wanted to go to college.

Y/n…

He noticed their one on one was slowly disappearing. She made less and less time for him and was always ‘gone’.

For a few times during their third year, she was on a short leave, returning back to her home country for personal reasons before returning.

She wanted to complete her high school at Aoba Johsai with them.

The night they lost to Karasano was the one game Y/n was not present.

In a way, Iwa was glad she didn’t see him play or witness his emotional breakdown.

He would never tell another soul how he had another breakdown after parting ways with Oikawa.

When he got closer to home, a sweet alluring scent hit his nostrils…

And he was confused when it was coming from the person waiting at the gate entrance to his home.

Y/n.

“Iwa…”

He breaks out of his zone, “sorry, what?”

“Cheers man, why are you so out of it on your birthday?” Hanamaki slaps him on the shoulder. “We must celebrate!” He raises a glass at Y/n, “it’s nice to see our little crew again. To Iwa!”

“To Iwa!”

His eyes did not leave Y/n, he watched her finish her mug of beer.

She was avoiding eye contact.

She stands up and Iwa panics for a second there before she assures, “I’m going to run to the restroom, be right back.”

She returns a few minutes later and Iwa swears something minty is in the air.

“Iwa-chan, what are you goals now that you’re getting closer to thirty?” Oikawa asks, swirling his drink. “Are you finally going to settle down?”

Mattsun nudges the birthday boy and winks, “don’t think I don’t smell that omega’s pheromones on you.”

Hajime exhales, annoyed. He looks over at Y/n who is staring right at him with go-on-tell-us-more-about-this-omega look.

“Y/n,” Hajime calls her name.

Her expression shifted, confused before answer, “yes, Iwa-chan?”

“How’ve you been?” he asked, diverting the attention to her. “You like disappeared off the face of the earth.”

After high school, they all lost contact with her. They were unable to find any social medias of hers.

“After high school… I went back home to the States. My dad retired from the military just for me to join.”

“You’re in the military!” They all shouted.

“Yes, that is why I could not talk to some of you for a while because I was in a restricted area.”

“Are you… done now?” Oikawa asked, sipping his beer.

She shrugs her shoulder, “I did my time and now I’m out.”

“What are you – what are you going to do now?” Hajime inquired.

“Find a job… I’m just living off of my savings from when I was in the military.” She tips her mug back, finishing the remaining beer she had left. “Going to go to school now, I guess?”

“How did you get here?” Hajime inquired as they begin to leave.

Y/n grabs a helmet out of nowhere, showing him. “My baby.”

“I know, our Y/n is so cool.” Oikawa chuckles, he leans his weight onto Hajime, “it is so nice to see you again.” He nudges his friend, “Iwa here missed you the most.”

A small smile on her lips, “I miss you guys too. You’ve all grown a lot.”

“Like… physically?” Mattsun question, patting his belly.

Hajime shrugs Oikawa off, “you shouldn’t be driving and riding, you were drinking.”

Y/n sighs, “I know. I’m going to explore the town here on foot to sober up, wanna come?”

Hajime watched her stare off into the quiet yet loud nightlife of Tokyo.

“Here,” he hands her a drink. “You still like those sugar drinks, right?”

“Of course,” she smiles, twisting off the cap. “Glad you remember.”

Hajime tipped his drink back, finishing it in one go and crushing the can. “I remember everything about you.”

Y/n looks at him, feeling that there was more to his words.

“I remember how I felt when you disappeared after the day, we lost to Karasano and our only chance to going to Nationals.” He paused; breath hitched. “You were so cruel. I went to your house, and it was vacant.” He fumbles with the crush can in his hands, “no one knew where you went, or even your family. Your phone was deactivated. There was absolutely no way to contact you.”

“Hajime…”

“Did I – did I mean so little to you?”

“Hajime,” Y/n calls his name sternly yet carefully. His jaw tightens before looking at her as if he is bracing for the truth that he’s been waiting for. “I was in love with you.” Her eyes flicker, “in fact I’m still in love with you.”

It was almost as if he knew that all along, he didn’t flinch when she confessed. Instead, without hesitation, he asked, “then why did you leave?”

Y/n lets out a half chuckle half sigh, “I was an alpha then.” Hajime frown and she continued, “the female in my family has history of first turning being false positive alphas.” Her fingers itch to touch his, “I had a really late second turning – during our third year. That was why… I was always gone.”

Memories flooded of the times when she would randomly be missing for more than three days. She would return and say she had to return back home.

Y/n looks up at him with soft eyes, “you see,” she swallows, “I am an dominant omega.”

One second.

Two second.

Three second.

Four second.

Five second.

“So?”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. “What – what do you mean so? You loath omega, Jime.”

For any dominant alphas, it had it’s many perks however, it only takes one bad experience to change all that.

After his second turning determined what everyone already knew, a dominant alpha, he never really minded or had any issues when it came to omega’s pheromones.

Until they started forcing their pheromones on him to make him go into rut.

When Y/n met him during their first year, she was extremely intimidated by him until a school project put them together as partners.

Hajime initially thought she was an omega and nearly chewed up the teacher’s throat until he saw her nametag that was hidden behind her long hair – that she was an alpha.

“Is that why you left?” Her silence was his answer. “You left because you thought I would hate you if you turned into an omega?”

“You told me – “

Hajime holds a hand up, stopping her, “I – I know what I told you years ago Y/n, but I was young and dumb. I cannot believe… that was the reason why you left me all this time?” His other hand whipped behind her head, pulling her into his arms. His heart softens at the feel of her arms wrapping around his waist. “I don’t hate you,” he whispers, “I don’t hate you; I promise.”

Being an adult and going back to college with younger people was a challenge Y/n faced.

It wasn’t because she couldn’t make friends, it was quite the opposite.

Everyone wanted to be her friend.

“Hey Y/n,” Tadashi greeted, taking a seat beside her.

Y/n hid her annoyance, not just at the nice kid but overall. She wore a bucket hat and thick rim glasses with her facemask with hopes she would just get through the day without any of the younger classmates hounding her down.

“Hey.” She whispers.

“Mind if I sit her?”

You’re already sitting, she thought to herself. There were also plenty of empty seats as well.

“Sure.”

Y/n did not want to show any ounce of affection to Tadashi – she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea if she did so. Many has mistaken her friendliness as otherwise.

But Tadashi Yuta has been genuinely kind to her. Helping her with contents she didn’t understand and the homework.

He didn’t make her feel uncomfortable or feel inferior because of their different second gender.

Even so, Y/n was still weary with him, he is a dominant alpha but has yet to release any of his pheromones on her.

“Y/n,” she looks up from zipping up her backpack, “do you want to go grab dinner with me?”

She was caught off guard, “I – I’m meeting someone for lunch already. Sorry.”

He gives her a smile, two dimples appearing on his cheeks. “It’s alright, how about next time?”

She felt herself blush; all of suddenly, smitten by his charms. Tadashi is cute, she’ll admit that much. “Sure, I’d like that.”

He steps forward, even closer than he already is and reaches to push some hair off her shoulders and combing it behind her ear. “Me too.”

“You smell.”

Y/n sniffs herself, “no I don’t?”

Hajime stepped forward; nose pressed to her neck before Y/n pushes him back. He glares at her, “someone was scenting you?”

“No?” She answered defensively, sniffing the collar of her shirt. She was not able to smell a different scent. “A classmate just sat… by me.” She wasn’t sure why she was even explaining herself. If Tadashi was scenting her, she would have known.

Her mind flashes to earlier when Tadashi had reached to push her hair away. Could his scent have rubbed onto her then? Even then, she could not smell him.

A brow hiked up, “a male alpha?”

Getting frustrated at being interrogated, “yes, his name is Tadashi, and he is my friend!”

Hajime remained silent the rest of the walk to the restaurant he chose.

Y/n would occasionally sniff herself, still unable to smell whatever he accused of. She wasn’t sure why he was even upset in the first place.

They were just friends even after she’s told him that she was in love with him.

Since that night, they remained neutral with each other.

“What’s wrong? Does your food not taste good?” Y/n asks with a mouth full of food. He’s been sitting there with his arms crossed, food untouched.

He shakes his head before digging into his ramen silently.

“Why are you… upset?” Y/n finally asks after watching him for a minute eating and sulking.

“I’m not upset, just irritated.”

“Okay, so why are you irritated?” She reworded her sentence.

Hajime knew he was being childish. “I just… don’t like it when others scent you.”

Y/n exhales, “he didn’t scent me, okay? I remembered that he brushed my hair off my shoulder earlier, that was it.”

He was not satisfied with that assurance. “I don’t trust this friend of yours still.”

“Friend?”

“You called him your friend earlier.”

Y/n’s mouth drops for a second, recalling her words. “He’s not a friend-friend like that… just an… acquaintance.”

“Ouch, I thought we were friends Y/n.” Her head whipped up, seeing Tadashi stand beside her with a smile. “You were talking about me, right?” He looks over at Hajime and held a hand out, “hello, I’m Tadashi Yuta, Y/n’s acquaintance.”

Hajime stands up, and takes the outreach hand, “Iwazumi Hajime, Y/n’s friend.”

“He plays volleyball for your university.” Hajime informs watching the younger man walk away after crashing their dinner. He recognizes that face as one of his colleague’s patients.

His annoyance was rising by the second that Tadashi was on Y/n’s other side as they talked about homework and lecture. He wasn’t blind to the younger man’s advances, purposedly brushing against her arm. He can smell Tadashi on her now, more prominent now. The younger man knew what he was doing, completely trying to leave a clear message for Hajime.

That Y/n was his.

“Oh. I didn’t… know?” Y/n said truthfully. She knew little about Tadashi other than he was in two of her three classes.

“He’s an alpha.”

Y/n nod her head with an obviously look, “that, I know.”

“Do you like him?”

She glances at him from the corner of her eyes, “seriously, Jime?”

He returns the same look, “well, do you?”

“Hajime, if you don’t shut up and drop this topic right now… I might just like him.”

Something hits her and she freezes in her spot.

“What?” Y/n feels herself submitting to his tone. He steps in front of her, towering over her. “You’ll do what?”

“Ha – ji – jime…” she utters, feeling his pheromones emitting. This was her first time feeling it as Hajime had great control over his pheromones. She looks up at him, struggling to level her breathing. With every last ounce of control she had left before she would pounce on him, she shoved him. “Stop!”

His whole demeanor changed, and he blinks.

“What – what is wrong with you?” Her voice cracks. Her chest heaves with each breath. Her body tingles with his pheromones and she shakes her head before leaving him stunned in his spot.

Two different dildo sizes lay by her feet as she pumps the third one, the biggest one she has into her pussy, finding any sort of relief. Her other hand rubs her clit, and she feels the much-needed orgasm nearing.

Her toes curls and her heels dig into the mattress as she reaches her climax. “Jime…”

She curls into a ball on her side, whimper as the third release has done nothing to sedate her ache.

“I’m so tired…” she mumbles to herself tiredly before slipping into slumber.

Hours later, Y/n wakes up to her phone buzzing and stares at it while it rings. She was too tired to look to see who was calling her and just when she was about to close her eyes again, the phone buzzed again, this time, along with her door bell.

“Y/n!” Pounding on her door followed shortly. “Y/n I know you’re in there! I can hear your phone. Open the door.”

Weakly lifting herself up into a sitting position, she was still naked on her bed, on her nest. Having a better view of her phone, she can see Hajime’s name on her screen.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” His voice is loud and clear, “please… just… tell me you’re okay.”

She walks over to the door, not bothering to dress and her forehead gently thuds against the cool door. “I’m fine, Hajime.”

She doesn’t hear him on the other side and was about to speak when he whispers loud enough for her, “you’re in heat?”

It was her turn to stay quiet, her eyes widen, and she was about to step away from the door when he continues, “I can smell you.” He growls, “I can smell you, Y/n… you smell… so fucken good.”

Her legs press together to the ache between her legs. “Go – go home… I’ll be fine.”

“Let me help you.”

“No.” Yes, she wanted to yell.

“Y/n, open the door, let me… let me help you.” He sounded just as desperate as she did.

Her body acted faster than her brain, a hand turned the bolt lock and push the door handle, giving him access.

The door opens, the light in the hallway lights up her doorway, lighting her naked body up like a spot light.

“Fuck,” he growls, stepping in and locking the door. He doesn’t even take off his shoes and closes the distance between them, cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers hungrily.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers, “you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this…”

Y/n leans into his palm, “take me, Jime… I need you… please…”

“It won’t be this once, Y/n… if I… if I take you – you are mine forever.” He growls, barely controlling himself as her smell is clouding his mind. His cock is rock hard and ready to burst against his skinny jeans. “Will you give yourself to me for life?” His mouth hovers over hers, “will you submit to me? Let me mark you?”

“Yes,” she breaths, looking up at him. “I’ve only ever wanted you…”

Hajime lifts her up easily, walking towards her small bed. He lays her on her bed and his eyes catches a glimpse of the toys on her bed. He reaches for the biggest dildo, holding it up, “did this satisfy you at all?”

She could sense the jealousy from him and reaches to palm his bulge that was visible against his skinny jeans. “No, Jime… not even close.” She undoes the belt buckle and unbuttons his pants, letting his thick and long cock spring free. She glances at the dildo in his hand and then back at his.

He smirks and she her heart nearly skipped, he brings the dildo and compares it to his. “No wonder it didn’t satisfy you…”

The dildo was a whole inch shorter this his and wasn’t nearly as thick as his.

“This is the last time you’re using these,” he growls, grabbing all the dildos and tossing it behind him. He grabs the back of his shirt and tugs it off, also tossing it aside. His fingers glides along her slit and he groans, “you’re so wet…” he slips two fingers inside easily before slipping a third one.

Y/n widens her legs, grabbing his wrist, “more… I need more…”

Hajime grins, ready to serve. “Scoot up, babe.” She crawled back until her head rest on her pillow and spread her legs, invitingly. He stands up quickly to shrug out of his too-tight jeans and boxers before setting back on the bed and between her legs. “I… don’t have a condom with me.”

She brushes her legs over his muscular thighs, urging him closer, “I don’t have any… but I trust you.” Her hand brushes his define abdomen to his pectorals. “You’re so beautiful.”

He catches her wrist and nudges the tip of his cock against her core. “I could say the same thing for you.” He lifts her legs, angling her differently to slowly thrust, only stopping when the tip has made it’s way past her entrance. “You’re so tight…” He gently pushes further and further, feeling her walls expand to accommodate his cock. “Relax… you wanted more,” he teases.

She lets out a shaky breath at the same time, relaxing her body to welcome his intrusion. “Jime… you’re so big…”

He snaps his hips at the last inch, making her whimper. He doesn’t waste a second and begins a steady pace. “It’s all yours… just as…” he grabs her waist, “this pussy is mine… all mine.”

“Yes! Yes! All yours!” she cries, holding on to his wrists.

He leans over to take a pucker nipple into his mouth, suckling and nipping. Something inside of snaps and he thinks about how full and luscious her tits would be with milk when he breeds her. Fill her with his seed. Implant his baby inside of her, his mate, his life.

“Ah! Jime – you – you got bigger!”

He has never imagined a family in his life being that he has a career that he was too passionate about to settle down.

Hajime wasn’t not in rut; he cannot knot her this time but will when the time comes. He will and will knot her over and over until he has bred her. Will not stop until she is round with his baby. And babies.

He looks up, still suckling her poor nipple. Her moans and whimpers are enough for him to change his mind in a heartbeat.

He needed her.

“I’m so close…” she didn’t need to tell him, he could feel how her walls are tightening and that only pushed him to do what he is meant to do, serve, and satisfy his omega.

Hajime grabs her legs, pressing them down onto her chest – putting her in a matting press before he snapped his hips fast and hard. He was close himself, feeling himself expand even though he won’t knot.

“Gonna cum so hard inside your sweet pussy, love… going to put a baby inside of you.” She nods her head, whimpering and saying something he couldn’t comprehend.

“I love you, Jime…”

Pressing her further into her bed, he kisses her until his hips still and he groans. His body shakes and tremble as her bed rattles against the wall. Lewd and gushing noise echo the room as he slowly continues to thrust. He kisses her softly, “I love you too…” he whispers breathless. “I love you Y/n.”

“The female in our family has to join the military when they reach a certain age. It’s a family tradition.” Y/n explained, head resting on his arm. She looks up at him, “I had to go back home because I needed to do paperwork and physical training.”

“When did you find out you are an omega?”

“Three days after I enlisted into the military. By law… only alphas are allowed, and I was an alpha then…”

“You stayed in the military as an omega?!”

Y/n flinched at his outburst. “I learned to hide my pheromones. When my heat came, I took a break – the nurse, who knew I was an omega, would lock me up in a room that they use for alphas during ruts to ride out my heat.”

Hajime pulls her into his arms, rolling her on top of him. “You’re so crazy. None of those bastards touch you, did they?”

She shakes her head, kissing him on the lips. “No, I always kicked their asses if they got close to me.”

He smiles against her lips, “that’s my girl.”

E/N: I have completed a/b/o stories for Sakusa, Suna and Kita as well, you can find it in my master list 😊

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Yan!Hawks/reader

You’re a well respected police officer and known for your incredible work and high apprehension rate. One day you volunteer in helping at a student hero drill. There you meet someone else who was helping find yourself becoming friend with pro hero Hawks. While you saw him as an incredible hero who could do no wrong, he knew he would do unspeakable things to you.

Notes: someone asked me if I would write about eggpreg and I said no at first but I read some of it and thought id give it a try…

CW: stalking, noncon, forced egg pregnancy, knotting c*mflation, cervical sex, an*l insertions, degradation, forced org*sms, violence, dumbification, kind of infantilization, spanking, dom /sub vibe, fingering, some petplay, breath play, DP, mind break

On your days off you liked to volunteer around the city do that’d exactly what you’re doing. Today dome student hero’s are running drills and they were appreciative to have an experienced officer help guide students. The situational drill today is a partially collapsed structure that could crumble on top of more victims at any moment. You follow students around snd give then direction when they’re unsure or correct their actions. Though eventually its your turn for a lunch break.

You retreat to one of the tents nearby set up for staff and volunteers to eat and relax. You sit down in a chair and crack open a bottle of water, downing it snd then beginning to chow down on some musubi that the students made.

Its pretty quiet, most of the volunteers on lunch had taken their lunch to go, probably wanting to sit somewhere more peaceful for a bit. The ruckus of the drill doesn’t bother you much, you’re able to tune it out.

Though you manage to zone out as well. A pro hero who had begrudgingly agreed to help with this drill watched you as you zone out, even starting to nod off. Strands of your hair fell in front of your face snd he fought the urge to run up and brush it behind your ear so he can see you more clearly.

He approaches the tent and you don’t notice his presence until he sits on the table next to the chair you’re sitting in.

You rub your eyes blearily and they widen when you recognize the man in front of you. “Oh pro hero Hawks! Its an honor to meet you! Im an office for th-“

He chuckles and cuts you off, “I know who you are, everyone knows who you are. Its my pleasure.”

You nod and straighten up from your relaxed position. He notices your change and he continues, “Ah don’t be so uptight! Today we’re equals, today we share a mission.”

You smile and nod, “Of course Hawks. Im glad to be working with you.”

He pats the too of your head and stands up, “Call me Keigo, lets get a drink some time okay?”

“That sounds great!” You chime.

He nods and sets off, probably needing to get back to his position. While his gesture of the drink is kind, its probably an empty one that all heroes give to coworkers. You sigh and finish with your meal, getting ready to work again.

While you had your doubts, Keigo intended to stay true to his word. You didn’t see or hear from him for about a week or so until one day while you were in the parking lot of the station, he approached you.

He asked if he could take you for a drink right now and he would send for a driver to take your car home so you could Uber. Obviously you would be stupid to say no to an offer like this. If you became friends with this man it could be tremendous for your career!

The two of you had a really fun time talking and you decided he was truly a great friend. Twice a week you and Keigo went out for drinks and if you had a day off on the weekend he would take you out shopping.

While he definitely treated you like a girlfriend you had made it clear that you didn’t want that kind of relationship with him and he respected his boundaries. That being said he labeled the two of you as best friends.

He never laid a finger on you set aside for hugs and some hand holding. Or if he braids your hair… or if you have food on your face. Other than that he respects all of your boundaries so what else could you ask of him? And as you had hoped for, your friendship was doing wonders for your career. You has finally taken the role of chief of police from the man that did everything to keep you down.

Life is great, you couldn’t ask for anything else in the world.

During this time Hawks had tried to stay content with being your friend. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t jerk off thinking about you. Thinking about ramming his dick all the way past the knot into your pussy. Releasing his seed straight into your womb.

Oh god its all he wanted. He thought about ravaging your body constantly. Every time he looked at you all he could imagine is what face you would make cumming around his cock and if your moans would be as erotic as he hoped.

Every time he touched your face he had to fight every urge and want that begged him to devour you right then and there.

It was just too much for him, he had to have you, all for himself. He would try to do it with your willingness but if not was ready to take more aggressive actions.

On a day you and Keigo were supposed to drink he shoots you a text.

~bird man~

Wanna come 2 my place 2nite? We can watch movies and I’ll make us drinks

You thought about his offer for a long time. Was this a date he was asking for? No, you’ve been very firm in saying you only want to be friends. He’s been very respectful of that. Friends watch movies and drink together all the time, it can’t be that weird.

-you-

Definitely! Address?

~bird man~

Don’t worry about that dove! Sending driver for your car, and driver to pick you up

C u soon!

This was a common occurrence, he would send your car home with a driver so that he could get you an Uber or drive you home after drinking. While some part of you is yelling at you, screaming this is a bad idea, you push those thoughts away. Its going to be fine, Keigo is your good friend, your best friend! He would never do anything to hurt you.

As promised, a driver came and you gave her your keys to take your car. Another driver opens the door to her car and waits for you to take a seat. Keigo always sent women drivers, he wanted to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

The drive is about thirty minutes, you cross half the city before you finally come to a stop. The driver opens your door for you and hands your bags to another attendant, who leads you inside the building. Before following you look up and see a giant modern mansion standing between a thick brush of trees.

Toy had no ides that city had forests like this, or houses this big either. The attendant guides you up the stairs to the front door, ringing the doorbell for you.

A few moments later you hear footsteps approach the door and the fluttering of wings. The door opens and hawk stands there, looking sweaty and somewhat tired. He leans against the doorway and smiles. He’s wearing a button up that’s revealing a lot of his muscled chest, and a loose tie hangs from his neck. Beads of sweat falls down his face and neck, lit by the dim light of his entryway.

“Ah thank you Kiyoko, I’ll text you again if I need your services. Have a good night.” He smiles and she bows, hands him your bags, and retreats back down the stairs to her car.

He stands up straight and opens up the door for you to enter. “Sorry im such a mess, I just got off a patrol. Let mr just take a quick shower.”

“Oh yeah of course! Take your time Kei’ I don’t mind at all.” You smile and he leads you Through the grand foyer and to the living room. It has a cough that’s built into the floor so you have to step down into it. In front of it is a large screen and to your left the entire walk is clear, allowing you to look straight out at the forest. The sun has already set so there’s not much to see.

“Make yourself at home, I have a mini fridge stocked with drinks and a bar filled with liquor.” He heads off down the hall and you hear a door shut in the distance.

Taking his advice you make yourself a nice tall glass of gin and tonic and sit back down on the plush couch. Its more like a bed than anything but it is comfy as hell.

The remote is laying there so you turn on the television and put on the news for until Keigo comes back. You sip on your drink in the dim light and listen to the anchors drone on and on.

“Today Pro Hero Hawks defeated a gang of dangerous villains terrorizing the west side of the city. Consultant Suzuki Ayaka, do you have anything to say?”

“Thank you, yes I have a few things to say about the events that occurred today. My question is, if they were defeated so easily, why did it take so long for heroes or police to apprehend the gang?”

“Consultant what are you implying?”

“Its well known that our police and our heroes can be corrupt at times. We’re waiting for comment from the Chief of Police and all agencies who have jurisdiction here. Some say that individuals that have been effected by the gang plan to sue all partied involved for allowing this to happen.”

“Well so far the Chief of Police has given no comment except ‘we are doing everything in our power to investigate why this was never taken care of soon. As the new chief of police I promise to ensure the public’s safety at all costs.’”

“I was thinking we could watch Nightmare on Elm Street?” You jump forward when you hear the voice behind you, almost spilling your drinking.

“Damnit Kei’! I almost spilled my drink!” You turn around and frown at your unapologetic friend sitting on the ground.

He slides down onto the couch, grabbing his drink and sliding down next to you.

“How did you make a drink and I didn’t notice?” You ask while staring dumbly at his glass.

He chuckles and picks up the remote, searching up the movie he suggested. “I wouldnt be a pro if I couldn’t even be sneaky, duh.”

You sigh and flop down next to him, but angling so you can throw your legs over his. “Whatever, turn on the movie so I can watch you get scared!”

He rolls his eyes, “As if, you’ll be shaking by the end of the movie. Don’t complain to me when you have nightmares!”

He turns on the movie which you’ve seen so many times that you’re immune to every scare. You don’t notice it but Keigo gets frustrated when you don’t even blink at any of the scares. He offers to refill your drink and you oblige. While grabbing gin he pauses, eyeing a drawer in the bar. He could easily slip something in your drink but he promised himself he would give you a chance first.

He finished topping off both your drinks and sits back down with you. You take a long drink and lay back further, feeling the tipsiness setting in. He turns the movie back on but you can tell something is bother him.

“Kei’, is something wrong?” You ask, taking another sip of your drink.

He pauses and turns to face you. “I need to ask you something.”

You nod, “Of course, what’s the matter Kei’?”

He lets out a sharp breath and nods, he locks onto your gaze with his vibrant eyes. “Do you truly not have any feelings for me?”

No of course not. He’s your best friend and and that’s how you wanted it. Right? Well you couldn’t say he isnt handsome…

You sit up to face him better and set your drink aside, “Kei’… you know I love you. I can’t say im in love with you though. My career is support important to me right now and i don’t want to mess it up. Especially not with this big scandal going on.”

His eye twitches but his gentle smile remains on his face, “If you really love me, wont you even give it a chance?” He picks up your hand and pulls you forward some, moving your blanket to kiss from the top of your shoulder down to your hand, kissing ever knuckle on your fingers, and each fingertip.

“Please, I can give you everything you want. All I ask is that you give me a chance, I’ll treat you well.” He begins pressing tiny kisses to your palm and youre frozen, unsure of what to say, feel, or do.

“Keigo.”

He pauses, looking up at your eyes with hope. “Yes dove?”

You take a deep breath, “I love you. And I can’t say that I don’t feel anything for you. Right now is just not a good time for me. Please, find another woman who makes you happy.”

He lets go of your hand and moves closer to you, placing both of his hands on his face and looking down at you, “You make me happy. Please, give me a chance.”

Before you can reply he adds, “Or I can’t help you when they come for you.”

What is going on? Voice now wavering you ask quietly, “Who is coming for me?”

He leans down more so that you can feel his breath on your lips, he whispers. “You made a lot of people mad with what you dug up on them.” His eyes are piercing and while they once provided you comfort now they make you feel uneasy. “You can’t just try to end that many peoples careers and not expect to have a few angry people.” He grips your face tighter, “Be mine and I can protect you.”

Fuck this. You push him off of you and ball up your fists, “I don’t need your protection Keigo! They will be punished to the fullest extent by the law and that’s that!”

He stared at you wide eyed, holding himself up on his elbows and unsure of what to say. Instead of saying anything, he begins to laugh, hysterically. He laughs until he’s almost crying, and once he catches his breath he sputters out, “You dumb bitch! They aren’t coming for your career! Theyre going to murder you after torturing you, dismember you, and throw you in a vat of acid. The law can’t protect you once you’re dead!”

If that was true, then it made nothing different. “I made a promise to protect all citizens of this city at all costs, that includes my life.”

Keigo’s amused expression falls into one that show distain and annoyance. In the blink of an eye youre pinned im the ground, with your hands on either side of your head and your waist straddled.

“You would throw away your life for those pathetic people who can’t even defend themselves? Stop being fucking stupid. Be mine, and youll survive.” He stares down at you intensely, making you squirm.

You weren’t going to betray your promise, “Release me now or I will arrest you for assault of an officer and tampering with police investigations.”

Once again he laughs, his grip on your wrists tightening. “You just don’t get it do you? I tried to be nice and let you come to your senses. I gave you a chance and you stomped on it.”

He leans down, mouth next to your ear and whispers, “The only way I can get you kicked from this case is if you get pregnant. They’d never allow a pregnant woman to work so closely oath dangerous villains. Chances are you’d be put into witness protection and locked away for a long time.”

He licks your ear and trails his tongue down your throat. You shiver at the sensation and writhed at the same time from the pain of your wrists.

“Id rather get you pregnant and keep you though.” He puts both of your wrists in one hand and moves your tank top strap so he can lick circles into your skin. Then he grazes the now cold skin with his teeth, then sinking them in. You groan but he doesn’t budge, sinking his teeth in further until he can taste your sweet blood. He licks at the warm liquid and you grit your teeth.

He removes his canines and his lips travel further down to your collar bones, “Im going to leave bite marks and hickeys all over you…” his tongue focuses on your collar bone, repeating the circular motion. “What kind of police chief would ever show her face with these kinds of marks on her body?”

He clamps down on the skin and begins sucking. At first its bearable but then it begins stinging as he gnaws and sucks on it harshly. Youre sure youre bleeding by the time he’s done. Once he finally unlatches you glance down and sure enough, blood dribbles down your torso from the attack.

He draws lines up and down your tightly fitting tank top for a while before saying, “You didn’t even wear a bra, but youre saying you don’t want me?”

His hand grips the shirt, balling it up and tugging on it, “The whole time your nipples poking out, begging to be sucked.” In one fluid motion he rips your shirt off of your body and tosses it across the room. You whimper and watch as his wings flutter with delight at the sight of your discomfort.

You swallow the building lump in your throat and ask, “Keigo, can we just go back to watching our movie?”

He pauses, finger tips lining the waist band of your leggings. “That’s a great idea dove.”

Relief washes over your body as he lets go of your wrists and climbs off of your body. Though your freedom is short lived, you yelp when youre dragged across the couch, sitting between Keigo’s legs, still bare chested. You quickly push your thighs together which he seems to allow.

He wraps one arm around your waist, hand resting on your thigh. His other hand shoots to your breast before you can cover it up and begins pulling and toying with your nipple. You grip his arm tightly, trying to move it but its as if he’s made of stone.

“Keigo! I don’t want this!” You cry out.

He pinches your nipple tightly and your back arches and you whine, “Oh but youre okay with the loads of men who would use your body before murdering you? Shut the fuck up, use your head for once dove. Obviously you haven’t been using your brain lately.”

He sighs as if disappointed and the arm around your waists moves, his hand delving between your sweatpants and panties. You gasp when he starts to rub at your pussy through your panties, the sensation being embarrassingly erotic.

“Let me think for you from now on. Just sit there and be a pretty dumb dove for me, let me take care of everything okay?”

No not okay! You weren’t going to sit here and be treated like a child by this psycho! You crane your neck and bite the arm that has a hand in your pants. He groans and you bite harder, ignoring the foul taste of blood filling your mouth. Keigo lets go of your. Nipple and wraps a hand around your neck, the sudden jab forcing you to let go and gasp for air.

He grasps your neck firmly and pushes you against the mattress with such speed and strength that it knocks the rest of the air from your lungs. He allows you to breathe momentarily but not long, tightening his grip and depriving you of oxygen.

“Ill only say it once dove, you can either do as I say and be rewarded or keep being a bitch and get punished.

He could do what he wanted, but you were going to put up a fight. He releases your airway to speak and after catching your breath you decide to answer him. You spit on his face and he stares at you, unmoving.

“If you want to be a dumb bitch, then I’ll treat you like one.” He sits back again, thus time giving you no time to even hope for it to end. He drags you onto his lap by the roots of your hair, forcing your head to be buried into the pillows and couch, and ass on his knee and up in the air.

“You could have avoided this dove. I know you have a brain, just try using it once.” He grabs your pants by the waistband in the back and pulls them down until they reveal your lacy thong and upper thighs.

You try to sit up to get away but a hand grabs your cheek and pulls them apart, unleashing a hard slap to your pussy. You cry out and collapse, feeling tears form at the corners of your eyes.

“I know my dumb dove can count. Count every spank for me or we’ll have to start over okay?” Before you can say yes or no to him he delivers another heavy slap but this time to your ass.

You yelp and he waits a moment for you to say something, all he states is, “Restart”

He spanks you over and over and you continue to disobey him despite the sting of your ass and pussy. Finally he sighs, seeming to have given up.

“Oh this wont do at all dove. Can you try to listen to me just once?” He leans over, pulling down a compartment on the side of the couch. You try to wiggle away but a hand holds you in place firmly with a grip on your ass.

He pulls out a few items and returns his attention to your rear. “Im not a monster so I’ll help you prepare.”

Unsure of what he means, he decides to show you. He leans down and with two hands he spread your ass cheeks. You reach back to push his head but again he doesn’t move.

You hear him spit and something wet lands on your tight hole. He sits back up and you plead with him not to do anything while he stares at you with a wicked smile. “Don’t worry little dove. Youll learn that this is for your own good.”

He reaches for something and soon after you feel something cold press against you. Its so cold it sends a shiver down your spine. “This one sits in a freezer for a while to make it cold, its glass!”

Without any other explanation he presses something inside of you. You whimper at the sudden stretch but don’t find it in you to fight back. He presses it in a little further and the cold glass causes goosebumps to bloom on your skin.

As he keeps pushing it in, you realize he’s pushing in balls one by one. You can’t help but sob, covering your face with your hands. You can’t believe something so embarrassing is happening to you right now.

You count five balls before he finally stops pushing. “When I spank you, you count. Okay?”

You weakly nod and he hums contentedly. His hand raises up to deliver a body shaking slap to your ass. You bite your lip so you don’t scream and weakly call out, “One…”

Seeming happy with your response he does it again. The harder he slaps the more the cold balls press against your walls and its somewhat arousing.

You reach five before he stops, and begins to yank on the chain of the balls. “Does it feel good little dove? The anal beads stretching your tiny hole?”

He pulls and one pops out, you groan almost missing the feeling of it being inside. Though you don’t have to wish for long for him to put it back. He pushes the ball back inside. This time, he pushes another in. Now the balls are getting bigger and stretching you out wider. Reaching deep inside of you making you wet at the thought.

“There’s one more dove, im gonna push it in.” This ball is the biggest on the chain. He begins pushing it but your abused and sore hole resists. He ignores your whimpers and with one last push he forces it inside of you. The pain is like a searing fire but the cold balls soothe it in return.

All that’s sticking out of you is the end of the chain with a hook, and inside of you are 10 ice-cold balls stretching you out. He sits back up for the last time. He delivers another hard slap to your ass and with the way the balls move inside of you, you can’t help but scream, “Six!”

He tugs on the chain a little, eliciting moans from your weak form. He holds the chain up with one hand and with his other delivers a slap to your pussy and asshole. You cry out in ecstasy when you feel the balls shift so suddenly and call for 7.

He continues slapping that same are for the last three and you are completely drained without even having had needed to move. He rolls you onto your back and playfully tugs at the ring protruding from your ass. “While I love this ring, I want you to see what else I got for you.”

He rummages behind him and you crane your neck up slightly to look. “I would love to fill up all your holes im afraid I might break you if I do.” He pulls something out and your focus your teary eyes on it.

Its a thick six inch dildo… with a hilt and tail connected to the end. “I thought it would be so cute if you dressed up like a little kitty dove.” He pauses as he gets a grip on the ring, “well, I guess I should start calling you kitten. Just for now though.”

In one motion he pulls all of the beads from your body, leaving you shaking and now uncomfortably empty. He throws the chain to the side and lines up the new toy with your hole. He pushes it inside slowly, seeming to admire watching your asshole swallow it up.

“Wow~ look at my dumb kitty taking her punishment so well.” You begin squirming once the hilt begins pressing at your hole. “Come on, relax, that way you can enjoy it more.”

You try your best to follow his instruction and finally the entire dildo slips in, lodging in place, surely not to come out without force.

He smiles and runs his hand over the faux tail, “It looks so good. Im so happy I got you the matching set!”

A set? What exactly did he plan to do to you in this fucked up game of dress up?

He holds something up in front of your face, a collar with your name embroidered on it, and ring so it can be pulled tight with a leash, he quickly wraps it around your neck and clicks the latch. “I knew this color would look great on you kitten! It matches my wings.”

You examine the color of the tail attached to the dildo and realize it does. How long had he been thinking about this? You don’t want to even think about it.

To go with the collar he pulls out a matching leash, quickly clipping it onto the ring snd gives it a good tug.

“Oh you look so pretty my dumb kitty.” He reaches behind himself one last time. Something he sets down next to him and you aren’t able to see what it is.

He leans forward, showing you his final addition to the look. A head band with cat ears on it, matching the rest of the set in color. He places it on top of your head and smiles. What have you been reduced to? A doll for a grown man to play with endlessly? So humiliating, dehumanizing.

He pouts, “Whats wrong kitten? I hate when youre sad.”

You scoff, “Do you? Youre making me sad right now!”

He tuts and shakes his head, “No I dont make you sad, youre just throwing a tantrum because youre not getting your way.”

Throwing a tantrum? Thats what he calls this? Infantilizing you as if youre an idiot and not an intelligent officer of the law. Ignoring all the soreness of your body, you lunge forward at him, hands in front to gouge his eyes out.

As quick as you had been, it was simply not quick enough. He pushes your hands down into the bed and with his other hand reveals his last item. A pair of handcuffs… except it has four cuffs attached.

You kick him in his side as hard you can and while it doesnt seem to be hurting him it does seem to be annoying him. You throw your head forward and bite down on his wrist, hoping to stun him slightly. Instead he smacks your ass hard and you yelp in pain. The way you cry out almost makes you sound like a cat, how degrading.

He lifts you in the air by one wrist? Using his other hand to secure the first handcuff. He drops you down on the couch and lifts you by your other wrist, repeating his action. You remain unsure of what hes going to do with the other two cuffs.

He pulls your hands down to your groin and flips you onto your stomach. With one hand securing your hands position, he raises your butt in the air with his other. He presses his hard boner against your wet pussy and you fight the urge to grind back onto him for friction.

He now removes his hands and begins cuffing your ankles, pulling your knees up to your chest so he could easily fuck you in any position. He loosens it enough so you can sit with your knees back and push your ass in the air.

“I was going to be kind and give you the chance to be good but you attacked before I could even offer. Now im not going to explain to what im going to do.” He finally unzipped his pants, and pulls his boxers down to expose his dick being painfully held back by his briefs.

He pulls his twitching cock from his briefs and presses the end against your plug. You cry out and your legs begin to shake. You had been on the verge of orgasm for so long that your body is desperate for touch.

He finishes messing with your plug, and drops the head of his dick to your pussy. He rubs it up and down, collecting the slick juices from your folds. “Oh kitten, your tummy is going to be so cute and chubby after this!”

He shoves the first two inches of himself inside you and your body spasms around him. Why was he so thick? “When I dump my seed straight into your womb, youre gonna want it everyday.” He continues pressing in further and all you can do is sit with your ass in the air and cry.

Hes about six inches deep when you feel something much wider than the rest of his dick press at your hole. What the hell is that thing?

“Oh that kitten? Its gonna go inside of you too.” He begins pumping in and out, stopping at the knot of his dick. “And once I cum inside of you, its gonna get big, and keep you locked to my body for a bit.” He begins pressing at the tail plug again, “so I can properly breed you.”

He is dead serious about getting you pregnant. This is bad. Hes right, everything he said will happen is going to happen if you get pregnant. In reality though, there’s nothing you can do but let him… breed you.

Somehow Keigo sensed your will crumbling away, and it turned him on more. He begins pounding hard into your hole, each time making it clear he’s trying to stuff his knot in you. You moan and cry and beg and plea until the pleasure of him now sliding the plug in and out of you and him trying to claim you leaves you a blubbering mess.

He leans over your back, making you realize just how small you are in comparison to him. He latches his teeth onto your shoulder, one hand begins playing with your nipple and the other hand plays with your clit as he pounds away in you.

Finally the knot begins slipping in. Each time it gets even the slightest bit closer, you can feel it pressing into your cervix. There’s a weird sensation you’ve never felt before, your cervix sliding open every time Keigo’s dick penetrates it. It’s as if Keigo now completely owns and controls your body now. Youre nothing but a fuck toy and soon to be cum dumpster.

With one hard thrust his knot slips in completely. It adds another 3-4 inches and has slipped completely through your cervix and straight into your womb. He fucks you harder, making your hips sore and knees weak.

“Oh dove I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our chicks.” Drool begins pouring from your mouth as your pussy throbs around him, and organs wracking your body uncontrollably. Youre no longer holding yourself up, youre being held up solely by his dick.

Keigo continues rubbing circles into your clit and continues pinching and pulling at your nipple. His tongue glides over your skin to collect the blood that he’s drawn with his teeth. His thrusts speed begin to match that of a jack-hammers and you can tell he’s about to release inside of you. His veins pulse inside of you the knot begins to grow. The sudden increase in size sends your body into another frantic orgasm. Your entire body trembles, but even if he wanted to stop he couldn’t now, he’s locked in place.

Suddenly hot semen shoots from his cock, fulling up your womb directly. The heat causes another now shameless orgasm as you scream words that resemble the pro hero’s name.

Keigo lets out a gutteral growl as he finishes ejecting his hot seed. Quickly he removes the lock that connects your ankle cuffs to your wrist cuffs.

He lays down with you in front of him, not so gently, as he’s still lodged inside of you. Being thrown around like a rag doll had never been something you thought you might start to like.

Breaking the silence, he whispers sinisterly, “You might want to get comfortable for this.”

There’s more? Youre not sure your body can handle another surprise before completely giving out. You feel something thick stretch past your walls from inside of his dick.

Your whimper and he wraps an arm around you, shoving two fingers in your mouth for you to suck. Hoping to relieve this weird pain but strange pleasure, you would do anything. You suck on his fingers and tears finally fall from your eyes.

He flinches as something pushes out of his tip. It pushes him back slightly. Something hard but almost slimy sits at the entrance of your your cervix. Keigo’s knot now pushing at your entrance, this time to leave. And then you feel the sensation again, and again, and again. It was exactly 9 times you felt the sensation.

His knot is far out of you now, his tip just barely penetrating your entrance. For the Gand finally his dick twitches and shoots a few more hot ropes of his cum inside of you, coating all of the eggs. This sends you into your last mind shattering orgasm. Your mind goes almost completely blank and your body stills. He finished only after semen has begun spilling from between your legs. Finally he pulls away and moves so that his dick is just pressed against your butt.

“How many eggs did you count dove?” He asks in an infantalizing way.

“9. I counted 9.” You answer obediently.

He nods and presses his nose into your hair, giving it a good whiff. “Look how big your belly is dove.”

You look down at your belly and examine it. He’s right, its much larger than before. It looks like you could be 3 months pregnant.

“My belly is very big.” You retort.

He pulls you in closer with one arm around your waist and another hand gripping your boob. “Isnt this nice dove? Will you be mine?”

That’s the only reasonable step forward your brain can think of right now. Why would you want anything other than that? “Yes Kei’. Ill be yours.”

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