#next mission is to clear off my dining table

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Manically cleaning my apartment at 11pm. I hate now that I'm an adult it's cleaning my apartment and not just my room. I wish I was young and only had to manically clean my room. Then again, it's nice to have a whole apartment to myself, even if it means I have to manically clean all of it.

[izurou]

last night, you had your very first sleepover with katsuki.

it was perfect. no snoring or sleep walking, no blanket hogging, and most importantly—no pro hero work pulling him away in the morning. the only thing that would’ve made it better, is some clarity.

you’re dating katsuki, but it’s not official—he’s not your boyfriend. you wonder if maybe, he’s just not that into you, or perhaps, he just doesn’t have the time. time—something he’s never had enough of, that has to be it, right?

your very first date, it was a two parter, because he was needed elsewhere mid mapo tofu. a few other dates after that were also cut short—maybe he thinks you just don’t know each other well enough yet? is it even possible for someone like him to think that way? whatever the reason, you need to know.

“morning katsuki,” you murmur, shuffling into the kitchen as you pull your sleeves up over your fists. you have a clear goal in mind—but he’s cooking, without a shirt, and suddenly your mission is ten times more difficult. is this what being a pro hero feels like?

“morning,” he mumbles back, glancing up briefly as you lean against the counter.

“what am i to you?” shit, how did that slip out? you could’ve sworn you asked how he slept.

“a fuckin’ headache,” he replies, sliding two glasses out of the cupboard and onto the counter. he opens the fridge, grabbing the carton of apple juice, and the carton of orange juice.

date three, part one—you had a heated debate over which is better, apple or orange. katsuki told you he doesn’t like to chew his damn beverages, and you told him that, believe it or not, they make orange juice without pulp. still, he went on about the bitterness, the acidity, and the horrid oj and toothpaste combo—yet here he is having both in his refrigerator—how odd.

“c’mon, i’m serious,” you urge, watching the liquids cascade into their respective cups.

“so ‘m i.” he nudges your glass towards you, bringing his own up to his lips and chugging it.

“but, i’m in your apartment,” you pause, noticing the way his face contorts into a full on sentence—one that reads yeah, no shit. “i slept in your bed with you, i’m wearing your shirt,” you continue, gesturing to the long sleeve currently swallowing you whole.

“you’re talkin’ my damn ear off too,” he breathes, wiping an arm over his mouth.

by date five, it was obvious that katsuki’s actions spoke louder than his words—which is impressive considering just how loud his words are. puddles lined the streets that evening, courtesy of the afternoon downpour. it was busy, drivers lost in their own little worlds as they drove past—and each and every time, katsuki would angle his body to the right just a bit. he cursed every last one of them who sped by, and he was absolutely miserable by the time you made it off the main roads but, at least you were dry.

“nevermind,” you say, sliding into a chair at the dining table. you’ve decided that, whatever this is—it’s good enough for you.

but it was on date one part two that katsuki knew you were it for him. after running out on you just three nights prior, he was glad you even showed up—but you went one step further. you sat there with that pretty smile on your face. no eye rolls, no guilt trips, and not a single snide remark or complaint. you even offered to pay for the meal—as if he would ever let you do such a thing, but he found it cute nonetheless. so, he owes you this.

“hey,” he barks, causing your head to snap up. the two plates he had set on the counter are full now, he must be done. “you’re mine.”

the look on your face must’ve said it all, because he’s choking back a laugh as he carries your plates over. you’re his? why did he blurt it out so casually? are you missing something?

“oh c’mon,” he huffs, plopping down in the seat next to you. he turns, trailing his eyes up and down your figure. “you slept on my damn side of the bed, in my fuckin’ shirt.”

he gave you this shirt—right before he told you to go wait in bed while he tidied up—how the hell were you supposed to know he has a specific side?

“don’t play dumb,” he pauses, scowl growing as he watches you reach for a piece of food with your bare hands. he grabs your wrist, ushering for you to let him roll your sleeves up—like hell he’s gonna sit back and watch you get his shirt dirty.

he folds the fabric with precision, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide his smile—but he just can’t.

“y’already know you’re mine.”

[shotosjupiter]

I BLINKED AND SUDDENLY I HAD A VALENTINE!

𖤐 sypnosis... you ask them to be your valentine <3

࣪𖤐 note... super fluffy! and al haitham being a little shit

𖤐 ft. tighnari, al-haitham, ningguang, kazuha, and ayato

𖤐 TIGHNARI blinks at you as you stood in front of him, holding out pink and orange tulips. you had researched them, of course, ensuring they represented love. he cocks his head to the side, as you exclaim, a broad grin stretching on your face, “be my valentine, nari?”

he nods slowly, but surely. despite his quieter reaction, you can tell from the subtle twitching of his ear and the slow pink blush creeping up to his cheeks that he’s pleased. tighnari clears his throat and offers you a bouquet that was tucked behind him, waiting for your arrival. he grasps your hand, gently but clearly asking, “and would you be mine?”

“yes! yes, i would love to be, nari.” you lean forward and press a kiss to his (turning) red cheeks.

𖤐 AL-HAITHAM raises an eyebrow at you. “i thought we were already each other’s valentines.” it sounds more like a statement than a question.

you make a face back at him, “no dummy, you have to ask. that’s how valentines work! what if i already had a valentine?”

“… but you don’t.” he responds, deadpanned.

you gape at him and his pure audacity. “i could! i could- i could be going on a valentines date with that guy right over there!” you gesture towards the general area of microbiology shelves where there’s a few scruffy students, busying themselves.

al-haitham glances back at the scholars, and turns back to you. he huffs out a sigh and turns back to his book, annotating something in the side pages as if this conversation wasn’t something he could be bothered with.

then, a note with a doodle of the two of you and a question: will you be my valentine? check one: yes or yes.

you grin, scrambling to write an answer back.

𖤐 NINGGUANG has already planned everything out since new years. she takes valentines seriously and is not to be played around with in such matters. she had committed your work schedule to memory and had taken the day off to dedicate herself to this mission.

she left a trail of rose petals going from your hallway all way to your shared bedroom. there laid the same petals, shaped into a heart. she had cooked your favorite meal, with the dining table set with even more flowers and your favorite drink. lastly, was a small gift of matching charm bracelets that laid upon the table, waiting for your arrival.

when you had arrived, you had rushed to her side after seeing all the decorations and effort put into this. you cupped her face into a searing kiss and then left a series of kisses all over face. ningguang giggled, pleased to see your happy reaction to her proposal. you grinned at her shyly and offered her her own set of flowers and a small cor lapis necklace you had gotten specifically made for her, asking if she would also do the honor of being your valentine. (spoiler: she said yes.)

𖤐 KAZUHA was a man who had to face a hard decision. which poem should he present you with to ask to be your valentine? there were simply too many choices, too many words, and yet, still nothing had the correct wording he had wanted. what was he to do?

it was one of the few days before valentine’s day where he was sitting by his desk, pushing his brain to find the perfect words to present you, when you came and sat right next to him. you grinned at him slyly, “i have something to show you,” and slid a decorated piece of paper towards him.

it was a poem. a beautiful poem asking him to be your valentine. kazuha looked up at you and smiled with laughter and gentleness in his eyes. “you had beat me to it - but yes. i would love to be your valentine, dove.”

𖤐 AYATO is similar to ningguang in which he had a plan prepared in the back of his head for a couple of weeks now. he had bought a necklace with the charm in the center being a sapphire surrounded by silver. the problem was trying to figure out when to present it to you and ask.

luckily, you managed to unknowingly offer him a solution when you asked him if he would like to take a walk with you around the estate. he nodded calmly, while internally his heart soared at the opportunity. the jewelry box was sat in his pocket always, waiting for the opportunity. now he just had to speak the words.

as the two of you walked, the sakura bloom petals billowing around you, creating an evermore romantic environment. you were chattering about the latest house gossip thoma had told you when ayato stopped and grasped your hand and turned you around pulling you into the net of his arms.

he stared at you for a moment as you fixed him with a questioning gaze in response to his behavior. he cleared his throat and showed you the sapphire necklace he had gotten before gesturing, “may i?”

you nodded and turned as you felt his cold hands delicately clasp the necklace on. the brush of his hands elicited goosebumps to raise by your neck before you heard the raspy whisper, “would you- will you be valentine, darling?”

you turned, a pleased smile on your face before leaning into kiss him slowly. you cupped his face gently, letting his soft lips come together with yours. you broke away from him for a split second to whisper back, “of course i will.”

[dingochef]

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OFC (Reader)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Roleplay, power differential, cum play, p in v, oral (m&f receiving), dom/sub elements, edging, orgasm denial, masturbation, slight shoe kink

My small contribution to Kinktober.

Masterlist

Measure of Man

You are seated at your dining table, waiting for Jake to arrive home and to find the sticky note you left on the front door,

"Lt. Seresin,

Report to my office immediately.

-Dr. Matthews"

This idea has been floating in your head for awhile, an opportunity to have a little different kind of fun with Jake. Frankly after the shitty day you had at work, the appeal of getting outside of your own head and piss poor mood sounded good and hopefully you'd get a good orgasm or two out of it.

Jake steps into the house holding the sticky note in his hand, a quizzical look on his face as he holds it up. You talk before he can.

"Take a seat, Lieutenant Seresin," you direct Jake to sit in the kitchen chair pulled out from the table. You've staged your dining room table to be a "desk" including an old name plate that reads, "Dr. Elsa Matthews, PhD."

Jake gives you a slightly raised eyebrow as he sits down.

Picking up a file folder you ask Jake,

"Do you know why you're here?"

"No, El,--" he responds tentatively before you cut him off.

"I thought you Navy guys were good with titles, please address me as Dr. or Ma'am. I've been called here to evaluate your ability to go on a very important mission."

"Okay, Ma'am," he responds, his Texan accent coming out, he nods to complete the act of deference.

"We have two options, one, I ask you questions and you give me answers you think I want to hear," you say walking around the kitchen table to sit on the edge, crossing your legs. Jake's gaze at your legs tucked into a tight pencil skirt and the high black heels you're wearing does not go unnoticed.

"Or two, we employ a more hands-on method," you finish.

Jake smirks that cocky grin of his and sits up a little straighter, his brain having caught on to your game.

"I'd be interested in hearing more about this hands-on approach, Ma'am."

"It's a little unorthodox, but trust me when I say you'll be satisfied with the results. So, what will it be, Lieutenant?"

You uncross your legs and recross them as he ponders your words, your movement distracting him slightly,

"Uhh, the second one," he answers as he clears his throat.

"Excellent, let's get started," you say hopping off the table, "Take your clothes off, we'll start with the physical examination first."

Jake looks at you not sure exactly where this is going,

"I thought this was a psych evaluation, Ma'am."

"Is a comprehensive exam to evaluate a few characteristics like your overall fitness for the mission, physical stamina, impulse control, your ability to follow orders, and most of all my satisfaction that you're up to the mission requirements. If you don't want to do this, Lieutenant Seresin, I can just move on to my next appointment,"

you glance down at the file folder on the desk,

"A Lieutenant Bradshaw? Maybe he'll be more cooperative and eager to please me?"

Jake scowls and stands up and starts to strip, starting with his uniform shirt.

"Oh, I think you'll find me very eager to please and definitely will satisfy all your requirements, Dr. Matthews,"

he says, stripping off his uniform shirt and undershirt draping them across the back of the chair. He kneels down to untie his boots, pulling them off along with his socks that he neatly tucks under the chair. Jake stands up in a parade rest waiting for your next command.

"Everything, Lieutenant. You'll find I'm very thorough in my exam," you say, as sternly as you can as you reach forward and cup Jake through his khakis. His hips buck forward reflexively and his cock starts to harden under your hand.

Jake hides a small grin as he slowly moves his hands to his belt buckle unlatching the gold metal. After undoing the button and zipper he pushes down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion before standing back up. His cock proud and erect in front of him.

You pick up a fabric tape measure and a clipboard from your "desk" and step over to Jake.

The tape measure slides easily over one of Jake's biceps; you pretend to write down a measurement on your clipboard. You let the tape measure trail around Jake's body as your hands smooth over his hard muscle and golden skin and you "accidentally" bump your body into his, like when you step away after measuring his waist you let your fabric covered ass graze his erection. All the while you're marking down "measurements" on the notepad and occasionally humming small words of praise. Jake is standing perfectly still and the only way he lets on how he is affected by your touch is the occasional sharp inhale when you graze his cock. Your last move is to wrap your hand around his cock and hold it out to be measured. You hold the tape measure end to the base of his cock, the cold of the metal tip causing him to startle. Your other hand lifts his member up and you pull the tape measure along length, earning a light grunt from Jake. You let the tape measure fall away and keep fisting his cock. Jake looks down at you trying to read your face.

You maintain a disinterested, professional look as you continue to jerk him off, enjoying the muted moans and grunts as he keeps up the facade. Just as he starts to thrust his hips in time to your motions you pull your hand away, pulling an anguished whine from Jake.

Satisfied with your teasing you step back and lean against the table.

"Impressive Lieutenant," you say,

"Peak physical condition."

Jake is lightly glaring at you while his dick drips precum, his green eyes locked onto yours as he awaits your next direction. The power and tension in the air along with Jake's naked body on display has wetness pooling between your legs. You sit back down on the desk and open your legs as much as you can in the tight pencil skirt. Jake's eyes automatically drop to your apex as the skirt starts to slide up. You can tell the moment he locks onto the lacey thong you're wearing; you have no doubt that there is a darker patch visible on the delicate fabric betraying your arousal. Jake smirks a little at that revelation.

"Next is the oral exam," you say, trying to maintain a professional tone. Jake nods and raises an eyebrow.

"Kneel lieutenant," you order and Jake slowly lowers himself to the floor, still a few feet away from the table.

"Your next task is to make me come with, what I've been told, is quite the mouth on you," Jake breaks into a smile and starts to shuffle forward on his knees to get closer to you,

"As timing is everything you've got five minutes to make me come, starting now."

You hit a timer on your phone laying on the table to emphasize your point.

You had expected Jake to dive in, frenzied to get you off, but he starts at a slower pace kissing up your legs and between your thighs. His confidence in his ability to make you cum translating to a leisurely pace. When he reaches your lace covered mound he breathes your scent in deeply. He drops a sweet kiss over the dark spot and slides his hands up to pull your thong off dropping it to the floor. Jake picks up your feet where they are dangling and places them on the table so you are butterflied completely open for him. The anticipation and just how close he is to your pussy makes you squirm with need. He is kissing all around you, except where you need him most. Finally, he runs his tongue down through your folds into your slit and back up around your clit. A loud sigh mixed with a moan escapes you as you try to hold yourself up so you watch Jake's every move. Jake lets out a muffled moan as he licks your clit. Two of his thick fingers circle around your slit, he gently slides one in quickly followed by the other. The stretch just the right side of intense and you feel yourself gush more arousal around his fingers. He moves his fingers in time with his assault on your clit. That burning need inside you starts to build deep in your belly. Jake curls his fingers in a come hither motion as he speeds up his efforts on your clit. The change in sensation ratchets you up another notch closer to your peak. Jake recognizes the flutter of your soft walls and your breathy moans and speeds up even more, determined to push you over the edge. All it takes is one furious suck on your clit and you are soaring a loud scream bursting forth from you.

You lay down against the table catching your breath as Jake continues to leave gentle kisses around your mound and your thighs.

Leaning up on your elbows, you take in the sight of Jake as he wipes his chin on his arm. Grabbing the clipboard you turn the timer off and inform him,

"You have successfully passed the oral portion of the evaluation, with some time to spare."

Jake smugly grins from between your legs awaiting your next request.

"Take a seat, Lieutenant," you order and Jake complies quickly.

"One characteristic we look for in a mission leader is the ability to control your base impulses, to put others first," you state, walking around his chair, your fingers trailing across his broad shoulders.

"I can assure you that I'm very in control and everyone comes before me," Jake says, earnestly.

You have to bite your cheek not to laugh at the double entendre Jake is laying down.

"This next exercise is designed to test that theory exactly."

Jake watches you with his intense green eyes as you stand in front of him and start to unbutton your very professional white blouse revealing the matching bra to your thong on the floor.

You turn your back to Jake and unzip your skirt letting it fall. Your bra follows soon after till you are completely naked save for your heels in front of Jake. He greedily eyes you up from head to toe, a subconscious lick of his lips betraying his lust along with his obvious erection.

Walking confidently to where Jake sits you straddle one of his legs and pull his chin up so your eyes meet.

"I'm going to ride your cock, but you are not allowed to come. If you feel close say, "parachute." I might ease up or just keep fucking you, see how far I can push you. Say "Red" if it's too much and we stop, understood, Lieutenant?"

Jake swallows hard and responds,

"Yes Ma'am."

You bend down and quickly take Jake's hard cock in your mouth as far as it can go, the action punches out a surprised moan from Jake. You pull off and keep a hold of his cock as you guide it inside of you, a long moan of satisfaction boiling up from Jake's throat. You enjoy the feeling of connection and see that Jake is doing everything in his power not to start thrusting up into you. He waits patiently for you to move. Feeling a bit generous you grab the short hair at the back of his neck and pull, forcing his lips up for you to greedily kiss. You start a slow roll of your hips up and down his cock. Jake's hands hang at his sides.

"Hands behind your head," you order and Jake complies.

You lick your fingers and reach down to rub your sensitive clit as you move up and down.

"Quite the impressive performance so far, Lieutenant Seresin. I look forward to the rest of your evaluation," you say, your pace of your hips steadily increasing along with your rhythm on your clit. You watch every twitch and look of pleasure on Jake's face as you ride him. Jake grips at his own hair and tenses his arm muscles as he tries to stave off his impending release. You put as much muscle as you can into your movements up and down which pushes you closer to the edge.

"Mmm, I know I'm close to another. How are you doing? You're not going to disappoint me and come, are you?" you tease.

"No, Ma'am. Want to be good for you," Jake grits out, eyes rolling back as you climax on his cock, squeezing hard as you peak. You're relentless as you keep riding him, bracing your feet on the chair by his thighs to give you even more leverage. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans of pleasure, and Jake's grunts through gritted teeth. You manage to squeeze out another orgasm before Jake grunts out,

"Parachute."

You still your hips, but stay perched on his cock. You dismount and turn around so you can guide him in from behind.

"Good control, Lieutenant. Let's resume," you say as you start to ride him again. You repeat this game several more times, driving Jake to the edge and then stopping short. Abruptly you stand up disconnecting from Jake.

Jake looks lost as you look down at him, his dick hard, red, and pulsing.

"Please, El, need you, need to come," he pleads, breaking his character.

"Lieutenant Seresin, I will not tolerate your insubordination and lack of respect. Stand up," you order, your voice a bit hard.

Jake nearly stumbles as he follows your order, he stands before you in a parade rest, chest slightly heaving. You lean up and kiss just below his ear as you lazily stroke down his chest, just ghosting over his cock.

"I was going to let you come, Lieutenant, but now I'm not so sure. Your impulse control and ability to follow orders leaves something to be desired. You're going to have to do a good job of convincing me why you should come." You sit back down on the desk.

"Yes Ma'am. I understand and I apologize for disrespecting you," Jake replies, the building desperation apparent in his voice.

"Come closer," you bark and Jake steps closer.

You trail the toe of your shoe up Jake's inner thigh and just barely lift his balls with the shiny patent leather; the ecstasy on his face betrays how much even this little touch is pushing him closer to the edge.

"Why should I let you come, Seresin?"

you ask, mockingly, as you run your shoe on the underside of his dick. Jake lets out a ragged sob of a moan, grateful for some touch. He slowly starts to thrust at your foot, obviously desperate for something.

"Please Ma'am, please let me come. I'll eat you out for the rest of the day, the rest of the week. I'll live under your desk and give you head during all your appointments," Jake pleads, eyes screwing shut as he continues to thrust at your shoe and the air.

"Negotiating, good tactic. Glad to see you can think on your feet. Touch yourself, Lieutenant."

You drop your foot away as Jake starts to fist his cock. He opens his eyes, the desperation to come heavy in his eyes.

"May I come, Ma'am?" he rasps out.

You pretend to ponder it for a moment watching the panic start to build on Jake's face which quickly turns to pure need as you slide off the table and to your knees in front of him. You take his cock in your hand and continue to stroke him.

"I think you've passed my evaluation today. I'm satisfied with the results, are you Lieutenant Seresin?" you coo.

You finish your sentence by taking in his length into your mouth, relishing in the sounds you are pulling out of Jake at this needy moment. You start to bob your head along his cock, determined to push him over the edge.

"Yes, fuck…ahh, yes, I'm satisfied with the result, Dr….ahhh, shit, Dr. Matthews. Please, may I come?" he asks, voice strained.

You pop him out your mouth and continue to jerk him off,

"Yes, you can come."

Jake lets out a loud low moan as he climaxes, spurts of hot cum landing on your face and tongue. His jaw agape and muscles tensed as he watches his release puddle on your face.

"Holy fuck, fuck, El," he stutters a long with the last thrusts of his hips to eek out the last drops of pleasure.

Jake reaches out to gently cup your face as he catches his breath, his thumb catching some of his come and pushing it onto your tongue. You suck lightly on his thumb earning a small moan from him. He turns around and hands you his discarded T-shirt to clean up.

Mostly cleaned up, you wrap your arms around Jake's neck and pull him down for a sweet kiss. Jake wraps his arms around you, returning the gesture.

"Was that okay?" you ask, suddenly feeling a little off. Roleplay was something you had discussed before but today was probably a bit of a surprise for him.

"That was very okay, and you did a good job of checking in. Trust me to know my limits, El. Also it was hot as fuck and I may have cummed my brains out. Shower?" he says, soothingly to you.

Your doubt quelled, you lead Jake to the shower and sit him on the bench, washing his hair first. He leans into your touch, letting you take care of him.

"Anything in particular bring that on, El?" Jake asks, after a few minutes, as you scrub his back.

"Very shitty day at work, some asshat vendor kept talking over me and mansplaining something I had to remind him that I have a god damn patent on and my boss didn't seem to care. Just felt so frustrated and…small," you say.

Jake turns around,

"So you wanted to be the powerful goddess that you are by ordering around your very manly, virile, burly, extremely handsome, peak of maleness, strong aviator boyfriend?" he asks, getting to the heart of the matter.

You smile at his self praise and duck your head into his chest,

"Well, yes, when you put it that way I feel a little embarrassed."

Jake cups your chin and pulls your face out to meet his gaze, he sweetly kisses you on the forehead,

"Don't be, El. It was hot as fuck and I'm glad I'm here for you in a way that was very mutually pleasurable. It really turns me on when you take what you want, what you need."

"Thank you, Jake."

"Anytime, El. Anytime. Plus it gave me a couple of ideas for the future."

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a cold day off pt1

König x reader

könig x reader

summary: new guy shows up to the base and warms up reader dring his stay. one thing lead to a another.

a/n: this is my first fanfic so not sure how good its. hope you injoy this big guy like a do, i may do a part 2 

warnings: slow burn, fluff, agissty, i dont know am doing 

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 the last couple of days have been quite in the med bay, mostly being marked up to task force 141 being grounded for the next 2 weeks. Something about the last mission was a buss and ended up with soap having a gunshot to the leg and Gaz’s arm with some burns. most of the day I’ve spend reorganizing the office and taking count of stock, taking note that am low on disinfect, ointment and rapping gaze. Deciding to find the captain and ask about when the next supply drop, making my way thought the cold building. “Who idea was to pick the middle of England during the fucking winter for a dame base” I mumble to myself. Not even with baggy cargo pants and hoodie I can still feel the cold nipping at my fingers.

Turing in to the makeshift dining room to Find Captain price with ghost and Gaz looking over the table that was covered in folders and lose papers talking about the next steps for the mission. “captain I got a question for ya” saying while walking over to the table, “whatcha need doc” he grumbled his eyes never leaving the paper in his hand.  “ I wanted to know when the next supply drop was going to come in, the med bays running low on materials”. Gaz passing me a paper while saying “it going to be coming in sooner by tonight, do you want one of us to help you load up the truck ?”.Captain Price picks his head up to say “that won't be needed, i called for more arms support The new guy should be coming on the plane. You don't mind picking him do you y/n?’.

“As long as he helps load up the trunk than ya i don’t mind, less time in the cold for me” shrugging my shoulders putting the paper back on the table.

 “Also how’s soap doing haven't seen him around base”

 Ghost replies first “he been in bed all day, came down with a small cold”

 “ ah, tell him to get his butt out of bed and to see me in the med bay when I get back to check over him,” saying while walking over to the coffee pot to pour myself a cup for the night. “ Who's the new guy anyway?”.

 Captain Price leans back in his chair to say “he is an insertion specialist with a private military company apparently he is more on the shy side, so try not to scare him off’ y/n”.  Finishing Stirring sweetener into my cup “was hoping for another lady but he shall do” taking a sip out of the cup, also hoping there is some milk on the plane.

 It is around 7am when I got to the airport and had to wait in the truck until it was safe to park the truck close to the plane to load it up. Rubbing my hands together to warm them up I really should have bought another jacket, so I don’t freeze my ass off even with the heater all the way up it only helps a little. Seeing one of the runway men give all clear to go in, staring up the car to back it up. Whence lined up to the plane putting the truck in park and jumping out of the truck to see the new guy and the supplies. One the pilots comes up to me with a click board in hand “this is for you to sign also the new guy should be out in a little bit” signing the paper and handing it back to him. “There no rush, let start loading the truck I am pretty sure no one wants to be out here longer than they need to”. Walking over to the back of the truck to drop the tailgate and help load, turning around to only to see a massive man walk down the ramp. He's wearing some kind of hood covering all of his face, kind of like ghost but only taller and skinnier. I hold my hand out for him to shake “ the name’s y/n am the medic for the team you can put your bag in the front of the truck and can you give me a hand moving the boxes?” He takes my hand engulfing it with his, giving it a small shake nodding his head but never meeting my eyes.

 After putting his bag in the truck, he starts helping me move the boxes picking them up like it’s nothing and without losing breath. To say it didn't make me blush a little bit would be an understatement, but what really caught my eye was his surprisingly   small waist! The members of 141 are more on the big side having to be well built with muscle and some fat, and I thought ghost had the small waist. Leaning back after the both of us finish with the boxes, now that i can get a better look at the new guy he’s very tall for sure maybe around 6’10 but kind of looks goofy with the big puffy jacket.

 “ I take it you're not used to the cold?” I say trying to at least make the car ride back not awkward.

 “ n-n-no ma'am I don't take well to this k-kind of weather” he spurs out  

 “Same here, let’s get going. I have the heater on inside” quickly turning around to get inside the trunk. Oh god. His voice is not at all what I expected, hitting right in the soft spot with his dorkie high voice. Come on y/n, you can handle this there is no reason a man with a dorkie voice, tall and strong should be leaving you blushing like a high school girl. Just drive back to base and you’ll be fine. Ones’ were both in the truck I rub my hands together trying to warm them up before driving, I can feel someone’s eyes burning into the side of my head. “ so mm i don't think i got your name?” turning to catch his eyes.

 “i-it’s König ma’am” even with the mask i can see that he has soft doe eyes that are covered in some kind of black eyeshadow. Taking a quick glance down to his hands, he is playing with his slender fingers.

 “Yeah, there no need for formalities am just the doctor” i try to wave off seeing if that would make him any less nervous

 “O-oh i'm-sorry” his voice cracks a bit and his eyes snap to his fingers and sinking back into the seat, it looks like he's trying to make himself smaller.  Dag it y/n now he looks like a sad jellyfish.

 The drive back to base was awkward but manageable. Turning off the truck and opening the door had the cold hitting right in my face like a wall. “Come on let's get inside before it gets colder” jumping off the truck and closing the door.

 “B-but what about the supplies?’’  König asked

 “We can get them tomorrow, come on big guy” I say while waving my hand to follow me inside. Basically, jogging to escape the harsh outdoors. Following me close behind with his bag in hand. Opening the door to get in, I guess I forgot to say watch your head cuz i heard a thunk behind me. quickly turning around to see König holding his head down grumbling in pain, without thinking my hands instantly went to check his head. “are you ok, am sorry i should have given you a heads up” Rambling out

 “N-n-no no no I should have been looking” he said looking up, realizing that I have his face in my hands and atop of his. Pulling my hands back, shoving them into my pockets, I spilled out “ w-we should go get you to the team” turning around to speed walk to the makeshift kitchen. At this point I’m pretty sure my face is all red, I just want to go hide in my office. Getting to the room I see captain price, ghost and gaz all still at the table, “sup, I got the new guy” i moved to the side to give König space to see the others. Captain Price was the first to get up to greet König “welcome to the team König, with your skills I am sure we can pull through the mission” he gave a smile to König. König hands caught my eye again , his free hand fingers were rubbing together hard.

  As the team started talking i Slipped out of the room, skedaddle back to my room since it’s closer. Closing the door behind me and leading on it, he’s only been here less than 3 hours and he’s already got me all flustered. Thinking back to when I had my hand on top of his, his hands were rough and warm. I wonder what his hands would feel like ar- .no no no put yourself together y/n he’s here to do his job not rail some chick he just met, his probably stressed out and nervous. Mumbling to myself, I’ve been stationed out here for a long time i haven't had any intimacy with another person i guess i just jump on whatever chance there is now.  

 Its whatever now, its late and i would like to sleep this off and get stuff done tomorrow. Looking around my room seeing clothes all over the floor and on the spare bed, i was lucky to score a room to myself. I wouldn't mind sharing a room with one of the guys but i like knowing my eyeshadow hasn’t been raided by ghost and the room doesn't smell. Changing out of my cargo pants into some short shorts, cuz for the life of me i cant sleep in any kind of pants. Taking off the hoodie to only leave the light long-sleeve. walking over to my bed ready  to throw myself into my mess of blankets

 A knock at the door catches my attention, opening the door i see gaz. “ yo price wants to see if its ok to have König in your room tonight?.i would have him in my room i would like if König doesnt get sick by soap”. “Auh yeah am fine with that just need to clean” i spill out, god my heart is racing right now why would i say yes. “Don't trip on your clothes” gaz said laughing as he walked away

 Panicking i shove some of the clothes under my bed, picking up the rest and shoving it into my drawers. Rushing to clear off the spare bed and cleaning it off. A another knock on the door, dag it dag it “ give me a minute” i shout out. I rush over to my desk to spray myself with a body spray,just in case.

Rushing over to open the door for König, seeing him stan there so unsure of himself makes my heart pater a little bit. “ sorry for the wait i had to clean up a bit, so sorry for the mess” i breathed out moving to the side for him to come in. he walks in and stands next to the spare bed putting his bag down  “ a-a-are you sure yo-your ok with me being here?” i waved him off. “ its fine König am use to men being around, plus you also need your sleep”

I move over my bed to mess with it and clear it off to sleep, i can hear König move around a bit than the bed creaking under his weight. As i was done messing with the bed i move on to my desk to organize it since am no where close to sleepy. As am walking over to the desk i see König siting on the bed taking off parts of his gear  but not his mask. I turn to him asking “ if you don't mind me asking König do you take off your mask or your like ghost who sleeps in it?” hes leaning on hes knees one of which is jumping, not looking at me

 “ i p-pefer to k-keep it on”

 “Ah gotcha, i don't mind it” he glazes up for a sec but not to my face, i blush a bit moving to my desk to do something. Before i walked away i took note on how hes wearing a tight long sleeve shirt that hangs to his frame. He dose look good tho

 After like 6 mins at being at my desk i get up to leave the room to give König some space, but as i was going to walk pass him he gets up right as am front of him. It feels likes like running in to a tree almost knocking me over. But before i could fall over i feel König slender hands land on my hips keeping me in place

“ a-a-am so sorry y-y/n i wasn't -l-looking, are you alright??” he sounded panicked

 Every part of me is red and hot at this point, realizing his hands are still on my hips. I push my self off “ i-it fine König it fine am just going to the bathroom” i say with my hands up leaving the room. Rushing to the bathroom I get in closing the door. Leaning over the sink “ get a hold of yourself y/n you cant fold this easily “I mumbled out. Looking down at my leg’s which are barely even covered, I move my hands to where  König had his placed. I can still feel his warmth and the pressure i smiled a bit. Oh god he must feel horribly i cant imagine how  bad his anxiety is right now.

 I calm myself down taking deep breaths and splashing my face with some icy water. I walk back to my room and open the door, soon as i go in König stans up and he starts talking fast fumbling over his words. No doubt  hes also flustered trying to apologize for bumping into me. I wave my hands “it fine really it was a accident your fine” i say trying to calm him down.

 “A-are you sure?”

 “Yes König”

 “O-ok” he says siting back down on the bed, oh this man is too cute

 “Oh! I almost forgot to give you a pillow and blanket” i turn around to grab some form my bed

 “  oh y-y/n you d-don't have to, you al-already done so must for me” he tries to protest

 “Nonesec König you said so yourself you don't do well in the cold” i bend over to pick up the bedding to give to him. As soon i turned around König head snap to the floor, pretty sure he was looking at my ass. cheeky man. I handed him my spare pillow and blanket “do you want another pillow?”

 Still not meeting my eyes he spits  out “your t-too kind this is f-fine thank you”  

 I gave him a nod i turned around to go to bed, as i climbed in i looked at König one last time. Now in the light I can see that there two faded red line’s coming down from König eyes holes. “König If you don’t mind can you turn off the light when you’re done, please. He’s head come up “yes well do”

I turned around and laid my head on my pillow.

oh

Let’s hope tomorrow  is a lot better

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My labor, and my leisure too (pt. 2)

This is significantly longer than I'd planned this section to be, but I couldn't justify breaking it up. As before, unedited and un-beta'd. The next (and I think final) part is underway.

First part here

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Was this how the kids had felt during the briefing? Banging their fists on the walls of her certainty, trying to find a way to break in? She missed that. She missed being inside the walls. Now there she was, trying to claw her way through to Nicky and Joe. And it wasn’t working.

After the initial shock subsided, she and the kids – the other kids, she felt like a frightened child again – barraged them with questions. Surely there were things they wanted to do. Surely they wanted more time. Hadn’t Nicky talked about looking forward to seeing Joe going grey, seeing his laugh lines deepen and spread? Hadn’t Joe spent centuries mapping out the house he wanted to build, on a real planet somewhere, with no vents or circuitry to worry about gumming up with graphite and charcoal dust? What about the garden they could grow once they didn’t have to move around all the time? What about the pets they could have? The kids? The lives? They could have another century, with modern technology. Wasn’t that worth something?

But they were… not unmoved, they were both crying openly. Unpersuaded. Nile was beginning to suspect, unpersuadable.

“That was only ever a fantasy,” Joe said. “A fun way to pass the time. We always knew that.”

Nicky added, “We have spent more of our lives in space than planetside, now. Where would we go? There is no home to return to. There is nowhere that could become home, without all of you with us.”

“But you can’t –“ Jerrah’s voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. “You can’t have thought this through. It’s been less than twelve hours! You’re still in shock, you shouldn’t be making these kinds of decisions yet.”

“If it’s our time – “

“Don’t you dare,” Nile growled. “Don’t you fucking dare say that, Nicky. Not now, not here.” He bowed his head and held his hands up in surrender.

“Twelve hours is more than Lykon got,” Joe said quietly. “It’s more than Booker got.” God, Booker. For the first time in almost three hundred years, Nile was grateful for having lost Booker (relatively) young. She could not have borne his grief on top of her own.

Joe went on, “But you’re right, it doesn’t have to be decided right now. We’d be spending at least a few more days on planning anyway. And the optimal window isn’t for a couple of weeks.” He grinned with some of his usual sparkle and winked. “You’re stuck with us for a little while longer.”

“This is not the way we wanted to tell you. But we could not let you give up this mission, not when there’s another way.”

“Well there’s still some disagreement about whether that even counts as another way – “

“Enough.” Nile cut Lijie off sharply. “We’re tabling this for now. Jarrah, go back to your quarters and review my calculations. Maybe I missed something. Lijie and Gert, pull up the notes from when we first started planning this. See if anything we’ve learned since then gives us an option other than a direct assault. Use the dining room. You and I,” she said to Joe and Nicky, “have some more talking to do.”

The three kids stood up, reluctantly, from the circle on the floor they’d all ended up in. Nile could see each of them looking for excuses to stay. “Come on guys,” she said. “This is a lot to deal with, and we will keep discussing it, and we will work it out together, but sitting around crying isn’t going to do us any good right now. We’ve got work to do.”

Slowly, they shuffled out. Joe opened his mouth to speak, but Nile held up a finger to tell him to wait. When the door had closed and she judged that the kids were far enough away, she scooted across the floor, wedged herself between the two men, drew them close to her, and burst into tears.

“You assholes,” she said as she felt them mold themselves around her. “You absolute bastards.” This was how they (and Andy, Quỳnh, and Booker) had held her when her mother and brother died. When Andy, and then Quỳnh, and then Booker had died. When their hope of ever returning to Earth had died. They’d been with her through thousands of years of loss, theirs as well as hers, and she sobbed until she was hoarse.

"I'm not ready to be the oldest," she murmured into Joe's shoulder.

He stroked the fuzzy stubble on her head. "Yeah, you're only what, 2600 years old? 27? You're just a baby."

A thousand times as old as she'd been when she first became immortal, and she felt no more prepared to handle this than she'd felt then. "Yes," she said, "just a baby. So I'm not ready. I'm not ready to be the only one who remembers Earth the way it was. I'm not ready to be the only one who remembers Andy. I'm just...not ready. To lose you. I can't do it."

She felt the press of lips against the top of her head. It could have been either of them. I'll have to be strong for the kids, she thought. I'm not going to have anyone whose first instinct is to take care of me, instead of expecting me to take care of them. I'm so old, we're all so old, it shouldn't matter. But it does, it still does.

"I've never been ready," Nicky admitted. "Not for any of it. Not for Andy or Quỳnh. Certainly not for... I still wake up sometimes and forget he's gone.”

"What happened to all that 'if it's their time' business?"

He laughed ruefully, and she felt the breath of it on her ear. "That is what I believe. It isn't always what I feel. And I remember my first death. I'd known I would die there, but when the moment came..."

"That animal need," said Joe. "Wanting more, always more. Of life, of feeling, of the people you love. You'd think it would be sated after living so long, but you just get more things you want to keep doing."

"So how can you just... throw it all away?" How many times had she questioned them in that plaintive tone? How do you, how can you, how could you. Needing answers about immortality that she wouldn't be able to understand for centuries to come.

"We're not throwing anything away. We're uh... " Joe screwed up his face, looking for the right word. "We're donating it. To people who need it more."

"The life we want to keep living is this life here," Nicky said, "doing what we have always done. Not a house and a garden, with neighbors we can't relate to and children we'd have to lie to. And there is no way to last another hundred years doing that. So..." He shrugged.

"Dying with your boots on," Nile muttered.

"Precisely."

She sat up and leaned back against Nicky, rubbing her face. Joe patted her leg in the way that meant "it sucks and I'm sorry but it's time to get moving." Joe had a rich and complex lexicon of physical affection, and she'd been fluent in it for millennia. She wondered if she'd live long enough to forget it the way she'd forgotten American English.

He said, "It's a happy ending, really," and she wanted to argue with him. But what could she say? "It would be better if it was just one of you, so I wouldn't lose you both at once?" That had been their nightmare for thousands of years. And she knew full well that losing one meant losing the other in all the ways that mattered. "You should give up the things that matter most to you so I can put off feeling sad for a little longer?"

She sighed. "No it isn't. It's just the best one available. If there has to be one."

Nicky wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Even for us, there has to be. Even when we aren't ready."

She closed her eyes and recited the lecture she'd given to each of the kids, more than once. "We do the things that have to be done, that no one else can do. It's all right to be scared - you can do it scared. It's all right not to feel ready - you can do it unready. You can do it grudgingly, resentfully, exhaustedly, sadly. But you've gotta do it. Because we fight for what we think is right, and the only thing we're less able to do than stay dead is walk away."

When she opened her eyes again, Joe's gaze was there waiting to lock with hers. "Only one part of that has changed, Nile. We still can't walk away."

You can do it unready. You can do it sadly. "Ok," she whispered. "Ok."

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Illiterate

Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Summary - You're more than the screw-up. You're more than the stupid, illiterate Avenger. At least, you're pretty sure you are.

Bucky's just walking down the compound hallway when he hears a loud shout of your name followed by, "Seriously?"

He's immediately searching the corridor for which room you could possibly be in. He doesn't even care that his jog is catching other people's attention, he's more concerned for you.

He's about to turn the corner when he hears, "You know, I will never understand how everyone tolerates you, let alone likes you. God, how could you make a mistake like this?"

"I'm sorry," you say, though Bucky's sure that you're just repeating yourself again. "It won't happen again- I swear it won't. I'll do better."

Bucky's made his way past the threshold, but neither you nor Sharon seemed to have noticed him. He finds you sitting at the conference room table. There's paper splayed out all in front of you, and your eyes are frantically flickering between the papers and Sharon, who's hovering over you and berating your every mistake.

"You're right- it won't happen again because I'm never going to get stuck working with the stupid, illiterate Avenger," she practically spits, her voice dripping with malice.

"Hey," Bucky barks, finally catching Sharon's attention.

"I'm not-," you choke out simultaneously. "I'm not... I'll try harder."

"It's true though- isn't it?" She asks even though it's clear to Bucky that she knows the answer. "I've read your file- you are illiterate."

Bucky steps forward, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to console you. "That's enough, Sharon."

"I'm not," you cry again, trying to keep the tears at bay. "I know how to read."

"Do you or does everyone just tell you that to make you feel better?"

"I'm not going to tell you again, Sharon. Lay off," Bucky warns.

Sharon's eyes meet Bucky's and she immediately takes notice of the anger in them. She straightens herself and her jacket and finally steps away from you. "She fumbled the paperwork for our mission brief. Now I have to go to my boss and fix her mistakes."

"Then do it. Without being an asshole, preferably."

"She messed up and somehow I'm the asshole? It's not my fault she made a stupid mistake."

"Mistakes happen- to everyone. Believe it or not, we don't scream in each other's faces when they do happen. Now, take your papers and leave," Bucky orders, his tone leaving no room for Sharon to continue. Sharon's jaw clenches like she's trying her very hardest to hold back her next insult.

As Sharon scoops up all her papers from the table, she glares at you one last time, knowing that's all she can do with Bucky breathing down her neck.

"Hey," he crouches down next to you, your head resting on the table. "Doll, are you alright?"

You slowly look up, barely meeting Bucky's eyes. The sight of you red-rimmed, glassy eyes practically breaks his heart. He pulls you into him. The second his arms wrap around you, the emotional dam breaks and you're quietly sobbing into his shoulder. "I can read- I swear I can. I'm not stupid."

"It's alright. I know you can. Don't listen to her," he coos at you. "You're not stupid."

You wipe your eyes, letting Bucky pull you up into one last embrace. When you've finally pulled yourself together enough to walk down the halls, you tell Bucky that you're going to clean yourself up for dinner. Once you're in you room, your fingers trace your bookshelf- starting with children's book all the way to full novels. Normally, physically seeing your progress makes your heart swell with pride at how far you'd come, this time it doesn't make you feel any better. Instead, you hear Sharon's words in your head. Over and over again- the stupid, illiterate Avenger.

When you are able to pull yourself from your pity party, you head down to the dining room.  Both Bucky and Bruce are already at the table with a pizza box in front of them, you grab a plate and take a seat next to Bucky, whose eyes keep flickering to you to make sure you're okay.

"Hey," Bruce calls. "Word of the day?"

You nod, not wanting to break your daily routine with Bruce. "Word of the day is illiterate. Unable to read or write."

"Yeah," Bruce nods suspiciously. "That's right. In a sentence?"

"An Avenger shouldn't be illiterate," you state plainly.

"You're not-" 

But you cut off whatever Bucky's about to say. "Bruce, am I illiterate? I mean would I still be considered illiterate?"

"Who told you that? Of course, you're not illiterate. You read and write very well- especially for someone who didn't have any sort of education."

"But I was illiterate?" you ask, staring at him and hoping he'll give you an honest answer. 

Bruce thinks about that for a second, between Bucky's harsh stare and your pleading, puppy eyes he's not sure what he's supposed to say. So he goes with the truth. "Yes. You were illiterate."

He sees your face drop, "So I am stupid?"

"What? Of course not," Bruce insists. "Who told you that?"

"It doesn't matter," you mumble.

"Trust me, I've seen stupid before. You're not stupid. You're actually incredibly intelligent- you just didn't have an education. That doesn't measure your intellect."

"Really?" you ask, looking up hopefully at Bruce.

"Really," he assures you. "And honestly, I'd hate to be the person that called you stupid," he remarks, his eyes flickering to the very protective super soldier sitting next to you.

"Ah," you dismissively wave your hand. "James wouldn't hurt anyone."

"Call me crazy, but I think that only applies to you," Bruce mumbles, watching how Bucky glares at him for his last remark. 

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[seekers-who-are-lovers]

All the colours look brighter now

Note: The story’s setting happens during the end of Episode 7: After Rain Comes Fair Weather. Thank you once again @flashfictionfridayofficial for this prompt #FFF199 Didn’t Mean it. Also @fluffbruary ‘s April and May prompts Kid and Pillow. Thank you so much for considering. I blabbed so much on this story. Kazuki’s POV, missing scenes, kinda.

Fandom: Buddy Daddies

Pairing: Kurusu Kazuki/Suwa Rei

Words: 971

Rating: Gen up

“I am back!” Silence. Kazuki tried again. “I am home, you guys!?” Still no answer, but Kazuki noticed the chaos.

He was not at all surprised that the loft was not in tiptop condition when he returned that night given how slovenly his little family was. The kid’s toys were scattered on the floor. The discarded pizza boxes decorated the dining table and the carpet. Half-consumed soda in grimy bottles and cans. Cups and glasses were everywhere. And the little girl’s coat and daycare bag were still lying on the now dried floor. Truth to tell, the chaos was an eyesore. It reminded him of the day he got a first glimpse of Rei’s living condition back when they were not roommates yet. It was their fifth mission, and, for a change, Rei invited him to his loft albeit reluctantly.

Where are those two rascals anyway?

The apartment seemed empty except for the detritus of life that was present in front of him.

He searched all the rooms saved for Miri’s sleeping chamber.

When he finally went up to see it, he opened the door slowly and was a bit skeptic. He was still feeling cross, dejected, mind. Instead of boisterous laughter and raucous blabbering coming from an energetic four-year-old girl, there was utter silence. Kazuki raised his left eyebrow.

What’s happening here?

His eyes travelled to the medical prescription and the fever thermometer on top of Miri’s baby-blue nightstand. Next to the thermometer was a bottle of medicine and a half-empty glass.

Miri, with her fuchsia pillow highlighting the moist white rug on her forehead, snored softly, her face peaceful. Her right hand intertwined with Rei’s left.

Shocked and suddenly protective, guilt came up to him. He only left for a day, tired and still emotional, but hopeful. He returned to these two individuals and one of them was sick.

His heart quenched when he saw his friend took up the challenge to be a real parent to Miri. Rei succeeded all right. Affection and pride toward the younger man was brimming over him.

He was meant to be angry finding the state of the apartment, but seeing their sick child he couldn’t afford to be.

Wanting not to disturb the two further, he tiptoed back to the door and closed it gently behind him.

Kazuki did what he could do for now. He tidied the living room, set the vacuum cleaner in a pleasant noise. He took out the chicken breast from the freezer and rummaged for carrots, leek, and celery in the crisper. He also cleared the table off empty pizza boxes and plastic bottles. Preparing chicken soup for Miri was the least he could do.

Half an hour later, there were footsteps coming down from the second floor. Tired ones. The water began to boil, the chicken’s aroma wafted out from the kitchen.

“Hey, Rei,” Kazuki greeted him.

“Kazuki, you are back.” Groggy, the young man looked at him, a wide smile on his face.

“I am back, yes,” Kazuki assured him. Rei stopped before the countertop table. His head bowed. Kazuki was eyeing him waiting for his friend’s next sentence. He saw the prescription, knew that Rei stayed up all night taking care of a sick little girl, helpless.

“Miri is… as you can see, she got a fever,” Rei informed him apologetically. “I had to see Kyutaro-san for help. I called you up several times, but you didn’t answer your phone.”

“I apologise for not being here. I wasn’t ignoring my phone. It was probably ringing when I was on the train going to Saitama. I didn’t mean it. My thoughts were somewhere else.” The soup was now simmering. Whatever spices Kazuki added into it the smell was heavenly. Finally, Rei looked at him, but never said anything.

“You… Saitama? I … I thought you abandoned us, Kazuki,” Rei’s hands are on the table as if hanging on to it. Kazuki noticed his friend’s fingernails turning white.

“I didn’t intend to leave, Rei. It wasn’t my plan. I am sorry if I made you think that way, but I really had enough the other day. I felt doing this alone for Miri. It didn’t seem that there were two fathers in this house but two children. On top of that, it is Yuzu’s death anniversary,” his voice broke. A tear threatened to fall, Kazuki turned around hiding the surge of emotion from his partner as he stirred the soup. Cloud-like smoke rushed out from the pot.

“Oh… I am … I did not know,” Rei said.

“I didn’t tell you. Not your fault,” Kazuki faced him again.

“Tell me what to do so I could make it up to you.”

Huh? Did he hear it correctly? Was this the same Rei he met at Kyu-chan’s coffeehouse from less than two years years ago? Rei making amends?

Smiling, Kazuki boiled another pot for the noodles. He brushed the dust off the Enoki mushrooms under the running water and would blanch them later. Rei waited for the answer. If he could, he’d give everything to Kazuki as long he was able.

“I’d like to try how to make a French toast, maybe you could tell me the ingredients so Miri—god forbid she’s going to be well in the next days or so—and I could buy them at the store the next day,” Rei suggested.

Kazuki chuckled. Of all the things that he wanted to discuss with Rei the latter wanted to try cooking the French toast.

“Of course, she’ll be well. She has an excellent nurse,” Kazuki assured his partner. He touched his shoulder and squeezed it.

Rei, wanting not to break the silent truce, showed one of his rare smiles again. For now, everything was all right between them.

~ fin ~

[sha-bae]

The Knights Pet

Chapter Five

Vicruls POV

My eyes focused on the door everytime it opened, praying that it was going to be the girl instead of another one of my fellow knights. Trudgen had taken her for a bath, something I had wanted to do but after she threw a bit of a fit and refused to let go of him I decided I'd throw him a bone, just this once.

Trudgen made his way through the dining haul door, ushering the girl inside along with him. Her hair was damp and she wore an unhappy pout across her pink lips. She was adorned by a black silk dress, the fabric hugging every feminine curve of her body. "Finally, I'd begun to think you'd never arrive" Kuruk remarked, the bitterness dripping from his voice.

"Her bath took longer then anticipated" Trudgen replied, obviously annoyed by his fellow knights negative attitude. Kuruk rolled his eyes, a clear sign that he had no interest in hearing about anything that had to do with the girl. "Well don't make it a habit. I don't like to be kept waiting."

"That's enough" Ren boomed, his patience for the man's antics running low. Kuruk quickly averted his gaze, the warning from Kylo enough to shut him up. "Bring her to me and sit down. We have much to discuss." Trudgen followed orders, leading the girl to Ren at the head of the table and took his seat next to me.

The girl giggled sheepishly as Ren pulled her over to sit on his thigh, his gloved hand making its way up to her face, stroking her cheek. "You were a good girl for Trudgen weren't you, little one?" He questioned with a grin. The girl didn't reply of course just blushed and smiled, soaking up every bit of the supreme leaders attention.

A droid came out from the kitchen, pushing a cart full of food as it made its way to the table. It set a plate in front of each knight, setting an extra one next to kylo for the girl before it made its way back to where it came from, the sound of its metal hitting the floor echoing through the room as it went.

"Now, if we're going to keep the girl, rules must be set into place." He spoke, reaching for her plate and pulling it in front of her. She scrunched her face up at it, looking confused as to what it even was. "Rules?" Ap'lek questioned, already scarfing down whatever he could fit into his mouth. "Yes. Rules, since it seems that some of us can't be civil." Ren countered, his eyes making there way over to Kuruk who kept his gaze on his plate.

"Now, she will be starting basic lessons tomorrow during your training time. I think it goes without saying that she will be Vicruls ward for the night seeing as this whole thing was his idea to begin with. We obviously can't leave her alone while we're on missions so she will accompany us-" a loud scoff cut Kylos sentence short. "Accompany us?" Kuruk boomed, his fist making hard contact with the table making all of our plates shake.

Ren sighed in agitation, clearly trying to keep himself calm as to not choke his fellow knight right there in front of the everyone. Kuruks eyes shot over to me, a look of pure hatred on his face as he pointed in my direction. "I suggest you choose your next move wisely." Ren threatened, voice calm and smooth despite the clear anger that Kuruk was invoking. Kuruk picked up his plate and turned, throwing it with all his force against the wall where it shattered and fell to the floor.

The girl gasped, the impact making her jump in Kylos lap and turn, burying her face in his chest. Without another word he stormed out of the dining hall, his anger radiating off of him in waves as he went. Kylos hand rubbed circles into the shaking girls back, doing what he could to calm her. "It's alright, little one. I've got you." He soothed. "As I was saying, she will accompany us on our missions and she is to have atleast one of you with her at all times whilst we are out. Is that understood?" He questioned. A unified "yes ren" rang out through the room.

"Excellent. Now as we've discussed she is no prisoner nor is she a servant, she is a companion and I expect her to be treated as such. If any one of you, that includes Kuruk, lay a finger on her with ill intent I will personally remove the appendage from your body." The look on his face made it apparent that his threat was very serious.

"Now I'd like to enjoy my dinner without anymore outbursts taking place." He finished, leaning back in his chair as he readjusted the girl so she was facing forward. He grabbed her fork and stabbed her food with it and brought it up to her mouth encouragingly. She quickly turned her head to the side, doing all she could to avoid taking a bite.

"Come now pet, you must eat something or you'll starve." Kylo cooed, trying once again. The girl whimpered, shoving at his arm as if he was trying to poison her. He sighed setting the fork down in defeat. "When she gets hungry enough, she'll eat." Ap'lek said, setting his utensils down on his already empty plate. "I suppose your right." Kylo countered as he began eating his own meal.

As we finished our dinners, the girl stood from her spot perched on the supreme leaders lap and walked curiously around the table holding her fork. She seemed to be examining it, like it was an object that she hadn't ever encountered before. Coming from the wastelands I wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't. There was nothing out there but sand and space debris. 

As she continued, she noticed Apleks now unaccompanied fork and quickly snatched it from the table, trying her best not to catch his attention as she did so. She smiled to herself as she clutched the utensils, looking around to see if anyone else was no longer paying attention to there cutlery.

She made he way over to me holding the utensils up to my face with a proud smile, as if she had found some kind of treasure. "Those are forks, pet. You eat with them." I tried to explain, earning a confused look from the girl. "I've meetings to attend to within the hour, I trust the girl will be well taken care of for the night?" Ren questioned as he stood from the table, helmet gripped between his gloved hands as he started towards the door. "Yes ren" I quickly replied.

He gave a nod and headed off to his business without another word. I pushed myself back away from the table and stood, my stature towering over the girl as she watched Kylo exit the dining hall with a sullen stare. "Don't fret, little one. Your coming with me. You must be tired after the day you've had."

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Chapter 7: The Wish Granting spell book

(Kirby SST!)

Meta Knight woke up on a familiar bunker room, oh right, it was his personal room space on his battleship.

He had been overworking himself inside by finding suitable and safe routes for his journey, he slept right on the computer keyboard that the team had to carry him his bed.

He rubbed his eyes and began thinking, it has only hit him now that he's going to set sail on the deepest parts of the universe once again.

He thought of how he's going to tell Kirby about the trip, he doesn't want Kirby to follow him in case things might not go as planned.

He heads to the bathroom area and brushed his teeth, he looked at his blurry reflection and wondered where he had put his mask, it was carefully placed in his locker, maybe he should start wearing prescription glasses like normal people next time.

'Prepare ship for take off, Find the crystal, free Galacta and go home safely.'

He took a deep breath as he lays his clear plan out, he checks their food storage room to somehow get breakfast and found it empty,

"But first, we need more rations.." he muttered.

"Goodmorning Sir Meta Knight! Good to see you in the mornings again!" Axe Knight greeted.

"Perhaps you left breakfast for me?"

"We sure did! We missed you down here my Lord!"

The Meta-Knights started gathering around the dining area surrounding their leader,

"I take that everyone had already knew of the mission?"

"Unseal Galacta Knight?"

"Exactly, but there are things we have to go about first before that, I've estimated the time we get there would take about a month, in the ship's maximum speed."

"What do we do to prepare?"

"Here's the cheque for the food supply, I want our food storage full of rations by tomorrow." Meta Knight slides a piece of paper to the table.

"Sure thing! But uhh, could we know why the sudden need for the knight? There is no emergency or anythin'."

"Hmmm, I just concluded that it's the right thing to do, I don't know...it just feels wrong to let him die slowly inside there." He sighed.

The crew looked at each other and tried to cheer their leader up,

"We support you Sir! You truly are a Knight of honor!!"

We're gonna get going and take care of the food supply, have a good day!!"

As the Knights goes on their separate ways leaving their leader in peace, Captain Vul steps in to talk.

"How do yar plan on breaking the crystal spell?" The captain asked.

"I heard that an ancient book of spells that contains every sort of spell your heart will desire, kind of like a wish granting book, was recovered and kept locked on our town museum...It saves us the scavenging hunt." Meta Knight replied.

"Are you perhaps planning to-"

"Mmm, steal? Maybe, maybe not, don't worry about it."

Meta Knight leaves the Captain confused, he knows Meta Knight is planning to do something atrocious again.

Meta Knight headed to the main deck to find Sailor Dee,

"Sailor." He said appearing on her back

"GH- G-good morning sir..what could I do for you?" Sailor is a really jumpy gal, especially when it comes to Meta Knight.

"I saw how well you get along with Kirby so I thought... You should stay with him while we take off."

"Ah? But, without me no one will be doing the navigation and and-"

"I'll have Magolor do you work don't worry, you just have to look after him from time to time and inform me of whats happening on Popstar while we're gone, other than that it will be like a... vacation, don't you want that?"

"Well it's an honor sir! Thank you!" She shaked, nervously nodding her head.

"Yeah but you won't get to see the spectacular view of milky way once were far enough Miss Sailor!" Trident knight teased.

"Waah! Atleast take pictures of it for meee!!"

The crew laughed and packed their things, it's going to be a long day for them to clean up the built up moss outside the ship to make it look pretty as it takes off.

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Meta Knight entered the castle to pack some of his things that were left in his room, he walked across the dining table as an angry king demanded an answer,

"Meta Knight! You were awfully quiet yesterday, what happened?"

"Its nothing your majesty i-"

"C'mere"

Meta Knight sighed as he sat on the dining room with the king,

"What is it?" Meta said in a tired tone,

"You know you can tell me anything right? What's wrong?"

"...Let's just say I wasn't thinking clearly yesterday but, I am deeply sorry for ignoring you."

"That doesn't matter I just want to make sure everything is alright since you tend to do really stupid stuff when you're all worked up I'm telling ya."

Meta Knight paused and said,

"Speaking of which, ahem, I'm off to travel the space once again in 2 days.."

"2 days? Where you goin'?"

"Somewhere..just..space expedition with the crew.."

"How long ya guys away?"

"About a month."

"A month??"

"Oh look at the time! I must get Kirby to school! Kirby wake up!!" Meta Knight quickly got up to avoid more questions.

"But it's Saturday?" Dedede winced his eyes as he watches his knight prance away,

Meta Knight successfully avoided the king, he panted and ended up on Kirby's door.

*Knock knock knock*

"Come in!"

"Kirby, I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it?" Kirby paused his game and dropped his controller,

Meta Knight told Kirby about his plan to travel the stars, he didn't give out that he's going to bring back Galacta Knight because he might get into any unwanted ruckus.

"I'll be gone for a month but hey, Sailor Dee will stay here with you, You two could go on trips and alot more things, will that be alright?"

"Really? That's awesome!" Kirby is always easy to persuade,

"Hmmm, ah! It's Saturday today isn't it? How about we go to the town museum together?"

"I guess so.."

"We shall go to a restaurant after."

"HECK YEAH!!"

"Get yourself ready." Meta Knight smiled, lightly tapping his shoulders and left the room,

"Yow meta knight!" Dedede hurriedly ran to the corridors

"What?"

"We have a little situation at the museum!!"

"What's the situation?"

"Someone stole some ancient book, they need us to do something about it... quick which one of these coats make me look better?"

"We have no time for that! Let's go!"

Meta Knight made his way to the front door as the king grasps for air

"Can ya slow down a bit jeez.."

"Where's your car WHERES YOUR CAR!?" Meta started to panic, even though he could fly he didn't want to carry the king on the way,

"I DON'T HAVE A CAR!!" Dedede argued.

"Stop arguing you two and get in!"

Kirby ran between them as he rides the floating Warp star,

"Ugh I hate riding the Warpstar.." king dedede muttered as he hops in,

"Grab on tight!"

"EEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Dedede screamed as he held on Warpstar for dear life, Meta Knight catched up to them using his wings,

"Why did the museum call you for some robbery anyway?"

"No idea!!"

"Are you certain it is not some prank?"

"Nope, I recognize that lobby girl alright!"

The two landed on the front of the large museum door, Dedede tried to open the door a bunch of soldier dees with exits

"huh?"

In the middle it was, a familiar red coated criminal being detained and cuffed leading to a police ca.

"Is that who I think it is?"

"Forgot his name let's follow em'"

As they were about to run the two then saw a panting Bandana Dee holding his spear,

"What ya doin here Bandana Dee?"

"I caught, haaah, I caught him!"

"That's my boy alright!!" Dedede laughed in pride loudly,

"Haaahh he's fast, but he doesn't have much strength to begin with.." Bandana Dee was profusely sweating, almost collapsing to the ground,

Dedede carried his tired son on his back, as they follow the police car to the station.

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"I'm happy I chose the black one because it matches the them heheh!"

"Can you stop acting childish for a minute my king? I'm trying to contact the museum if they recovered the lost book.."

"How about stop acting more of a dictator than me!"

"Hmph, they said that he's hiding the book somewhere, were going to interrogate him."

"Alright, luckily I brought my hammer, how about I be bad cop and you be good cop."

"you've got our roles switched up.."

"Come on! Let me have it!"

"Very well your majesty." He sighed

They walked towards the room and watched the culprit by a window, a man with big gray ears glares at them from a double sided window.

"You may go in King Dedede, Sir Meta Knight." A speaker said to them,

*Door opens*

"Let's go straight the point, where's the book and what do ya want pretty boy?" Dedede slammed the table to try and intimidate him,

"Not telling ya, the book is all I need, lock me up if you want." Daroach grinned.

"If you ain't gonna cooperate I might as well make you unable to." Dedede grit his teeth threatening to hit his smug expression.

"Now now Dedede, this is not how negotiating works...What do you want?" Meta Knight calmly said.

"I just want a regular home for my crew."

"What do you even need the book for?"

"The book isn't really owned by anyone, you only found it from your little scavenger hunts, might as well sell it to someone who needs it."

"So yer sayin we give you a home you return the book to us?"

"Mmmaybe."

"Ya can't just bullshit your way into getting a free house!"

"And so what? What will it cost you to lose a magic book?"

"Meta Knight ya better hold me back I'm boutta break this man's neck-"

"This is not good for your blood pressure...Dedede, Mr. Daroach, we will not give you a free house and we will conduct a search party for it, that book would do danger if it falls on the wrong hands."

"You like it the long way ah?"

"Hardly, that is why we brought in Kirby."

The joyful Kirby, enters the room, Daroach's eyes widened almost letting out a smile,

"You can't just steal magic treasures like that!" Kirby looks at Daroach with his cute big eyes.

"Oh I'll be damned, Just because you helped me with the medals I'll give your papas the book but you promise you'll do me a little something in the future."

"What!?" Dedede looked confused.

"Well as long as it's not another heist." Meta Knight said crossing his arms.

"Anything! When you get your home can I play with the squeakers?"

"Is that even a question? Yeah!" Kirby and Daroach giggled.

Dedede is still confused but he shrugged it off, he remembered he still has important business to do in the castle.

"The book, now!" Dedede asked,

"Kirby, would you be kind enough to check my hat? Thank you."

Kirby removed his torned hat to see a book taped inside.

Daroach must've carelessly snipped the sides of his top hat to have his ears sit comfortably in between.

"...How did you get this past security?" Meta Knight wondered.

"They never check the hat." He let out a chuckle.

"Well it's a lesson for next time and oh goodie you cracked so easily, now I can continue my third breakfast.." Dedede exits the room as he stretches his back,

"So uhh, do you still have to lock me up or?"

"No, due to the lack of laws and jurisdictions here on dreamland I have no power to keep you in jail, but you know I can, I'm just letting you off the hook because you have a family."

"Sweet."

"Kirby, wait for me outside will you? I'll escort this gentleman myself."

"O okay!"

*Door closes*

Meta Knight and Daroach shared glances at each other as the knight slid a paper note to the man

"Meet me at the fountain of Dreams, 5:30 pm."

Daroach gave him a nod, Meta Knight walks out of the room as Daroach furrowed his eyebrows

"Ahem." He gestured at the cuffs on the table.

"you're a thief remember? You can break through that." Meta Knight exits

"meanie." Daroach muttered.

And soon, the Ancient book of spells were put to it's glass cage once again, protecting Dreamland is all in the day's work for the Dream team!

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The king treated his team on a lovely restaurant near the museum, Bandana Dee enjoyed a refreshing glass of apple juice as he told everything about the chase, Daroach seemed to have surrendered himself just fot his squad to escape.

Kirby reminisced the times he was teammates with Daroach as he takes a bite on a yummy strawberry shortcake, while the other two talked about how hard it was to capture dark nebula only for him to recklessly release it.

Dedede ranted more munching on his large pork roast while Meta Knight sat beside him quietly drinking his frothy hot chocolate.

Everyone ate well, it was sunset and Kirby had planned to go around shopping with everyone as Meta knight excused himself for he has business to attend to, it's not uncommon for him to always ditch group trips so the three told their "see you later!!" As Meta knight flew to the fountain of Dreams just a agreed upon.

"It's about time you arrive." Meta Knight greeted.

"Would have saved much more time if you unlocked the cuffs."

"Atleast you learned something new."

"It suits you Meta Knight, being all hard to get." He teased.

"Now..." Meta Knight gestured Daroach to discreetly give him something, it was the real ancient spell book.

"It seems like they bought your replica Sir Meta Knight, They didn't bother checking if it was forged!"

"That is why I preferred you get caught so we could negotiate with you I hope it wasn't much of a chore."

Yes, Meta Knight orchestrated the whole heist, he was the mastermind, he had to fool his superiors by pretending to interrogate Daroach since doing something as stealing an artifact would really damage his reputation (certainly not allowed to borrow), Daroach is already notorious for committing these crimes that's why he asked him to do the dirty work.

"Nah nah it's alright, I don't think I could get it uncaught, these... security cameras and alarms today really makes heists a challenge." Daroach lights tobacco from his coat and offered one to Meta Knight.

"I don't smoke, more importantly, your kind dies earlier if you continue that." Meta Knight responded.

"It's just something that I do that I can't stop kind of like stealing. I'll be returning to my place, I hope I'm pardoned."

"Wait.

Do you still need a house for your..family or crew?"

"No, my airship is alright but Its part of the act.."

"I think it's time you start having a job, use your abilities to make the people happy, you'll have money in no time, I'll even help you get started."

"You're too kind Meta Knight." He said as he puffs a cigar

"I'll give you this a thank you, use it wisely." Meta Knight handed an envelope full of money, more than enough to buy a house!

"Where do you even get this kind of money??"

"I've lived long enough to earn myself a fortune, being a royal knight pays well too, come on take it and return to your airship, make the most out of your life."

"Thanks, you too Meta Knight, goodluck on your mission!" Daroach waved goodbye.

"Of course, farewell."

Daroach and Meta Knight walks in their separate ways as it was getting dark.

The knight used his wings to fly back home, he came back to his three friends all exhausted from carrying their newly bought items.

"Welcome home!" Kirby greeted, holding a plush of himself?

"You shoulda seen the little merchandise store they have Meta knight! I heard it's imported from the city." Dedede said with a smile.

"Merchandise?"

"Yep, I bought a little thing for you, I think you might like it."

"It looks like it's well made, I shall keep it."

Meta Knight kept his composure but deep inside he feels giggly about having a tiny plastic figure modeled after his image.

He made his way onto the corridors and stepped on what seems like sanitary pads, he looked around and tossed it the trash since his shoes had already soiled it.

Meta Knight continued to walk around as he hears footsteps behind him, he looked and it was Bandana Waddle Dee looking for something,

"..ohh..oh! Sir Meta Knight!"

"Hm?"

"I met one of my friends on the mall earlier they're a big fan of you and would be honored to have this toy Galaxia to be signed!" Bandee handed a replica of Galaxia made out of plastic.

"Alright..." Meta Knight grabbed a pen from his cape and scribbled his signature, Meta Knight has good handwriting!

"Thanks alot!"

Meta Knight's curiosity about these merchandise being produced at the city piqued even further, he doesn't go there too often because of the noise, but maybe after his space mission he'd check it out, if he comes back alive that is.

⭐Notes⭐

I still can't get sugar daddy Meta Knight out of my system(I wrote a fic about Dreamy Gear Meta Knight a while back) I mean it makes sense he has alot money when he's like 1000 years old like 😭

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No Game, No Life| JJK | Three

Pairing: Nerd!Jungkook x Fuck girlish?Female Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, and fluff; Slow burn; Strangers to Lovers; College!AU

Rating: +18!!!!! Minors please DNI

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: Your idiot of a best friend, Kim Taehyung, dares you to get into the resident nerd’s pants, but maybe you’re just as stupid for accepting.

Next Chapter Release Date: May 17th

Warnings for this chapter: swearing, assertive reader and inexperienced Kook, a moderate amount of Reader X Hoseok in this chapter, voyeurism???, oral(f receiving), multiple orgasms, Dom!Hoseok, Sub!Reader, spanking(plural as in two), degradation

Notes: New chapter is here, I am happy with how this coming along! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Small note at the end of the chapter.

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That has got to be the best sleep you’ve gotten in years. Who knew a good ol’ fashioned orgasm could have you feeling like you’re floating on air. Oh, wait! You did and it’s exactly why you need more of it. Mission “Get Laid” is still on your to-do list followed shortly after get laid by Jungkook although the two aren’t exclusive.

Walking into your morning lecture knocks you back onto the ground, greeted by the cause of 90% of your stresses, Taehyung. You decide to address him before he sours your mood first.

“Hi Tae, how are you doing this lovely morning?”

Greeting him with your award-winning smile and a piping hot green tea because you know he hates coffee. You take a seat next to him actually on time for once. He eyes you suspiciously not used to such kindness, more accustomed to the beast awakened.

“What’s got your panties untwisted?”

Your kind mood quickly wipes off your face replaced with a scowl at his crude comment.

“Tae,”

Hissing in warning, you glance around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

“The proper statement would be, ‘Who’s got my panties off?’”

Wiggling your eyebrows to cement the suggestiveness.

“Ok,”

He drags, taking a sip of his tea and humming in appreciation of the free drink.

“That can mean one of two things, you fucked Jungkook or you’re back from hiatus of being a who-”

“Ow!”

You swat his arm in second warning.

“I will not disclose such personal details and if anyone here is a whore, don’t think I don’t see those hickeys on your neck.”

To emphasize your point, you lean forward inspecting his neck as if they aren’t already as clear as day.

“I have no shame, I wear my battle scars loud and proud. And if that makes me a whore then so be it.”

At that, he leans back smugly into his seat.

“Don’t try to deflect from the matter at hand.”

Cocking an eyebrow, you feign ignorance at his statement. As if you’d recall the details of your- wait can you even call it phone sex? Fine as if you’d recall details of your “educational call” in the middle of a lecture hall. There are eyes and ears everywhere and if these people are just as nosy as you, which you’ll safely assume, you don’t need that info out in the public.

Luckily the professor saves you, cutting off all conversations as he begins his lesson.

The lecture drags but it comes to an end, Tae seemingly forgetting about your previous conversation. You exit the lecture hall together, deciding to stop in the Student Center for lunch. You can’t say you’re shocked when Tae invites Jimin to join, the three of you sharing the same lecture and apparently Tae. You snicker at the thought as the three of you seat yourselves. However, you can say you’re shocked when Jimin waves Jungkook over to your table, spotting him entering the dining area.

Now you can’t avoid Tae’s questioning, the subject matter being present for it. You divert your attention, to the now very intriguing student council posters across the room.

It doesn’t take a genius to know that the slight warming to your jean-clad thigh is emanating from Jungkook. His only option is to sit next to you as Jimin and Tae share a bench of their own.

Aw, young love

Scratch that, lust.

You can’t lie and say that you aren’t a bit envious of whatever it is that they seem to have. Tae hasn’t been one for labels so you won’t push it but you still crave that sort of thing every once in a while. The thrill of a new fling, when the sex is great and you haven’t known each other long enough to notice the small things you hate but have known each other's bodies long enough to know what feels good.

You’re knocked out of your short daze when Jungkook greets you. You engage in small talk for a while before Tae and Jimin recall that there are indeed four people at the table and not just themselves. But, you start to wish that they kept it that way.

“So, Jungkook,”

No, no, and no. You already know where this is headed. Trying to be too obvious as to why you wouldn’t want Tae to talk to Jungkook, you kick his shin hoping to shut him up. But, to no avail, he’s only slightly stunted before continuing.

“I heard you’re joining us at the club tomorrow?”

He grins widely, one might read it as welcoming but you know it’s anything but. Instead, you recognize it has his happiness at being the source of your stress. You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. It would ruin your chances if Tae discloses your bet and you can’t afford that. But, at the loss of money or whatever budding friendship you have going with Jungkook you’re not quite sure.

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It’s Friday night, no work, and no worrying about school work until tomorrow. You start getting ready for your night out treating yourself with a bath bomb. 

Oh, the luxury.

It’s around 9:00 PM when the gang shows up. opting to travel together to cut costs. Taehyung shows up first, raiding your kitchen for snacks and a measly attempt to pre-game, taking not of your inadequate liquor supply.

“You need to go shopping, all my favorite stuff is gone.”

“Ah yes, because every cent of my grocery budget must go into your food supply at the apartment you don’t even live in nor contribute to paying bills for.”

Making your way over to the kitchen to close the fridge that he left open.

“Yes Tae, I’ll get right on that.” You bite back sarcastically.

He pouts at your decline doing his signature look that you already you’ll give in to come designated Saturday grocery time. Jimin and Jungkook show up in a pair around 15 minutes later. Jimin looks attractive as usual, only needing basics to look like a model.

It’s Jungkook that causes you to inhale sharply, not used to seeing him in anything but baggy clothing. He’s wearing a pair of black ripped skinny jeans a simple black tee and you can see every bump and ridge of his muscles outlined. Not to mention his sleeve on full display leaving you to wonder just how many tattoos he has.

You snap out of your daze when Tae claps his hands, loudly announcing that the Lyft has arrived. You all pack into the car making your way over to the club that you grew familiar within your Junior year, Paradise.

Arriving at the club, you make a beeline for the bar leaving Tae and Jimin to their own devices. You’ll be damned if you’re privy to more of their eye fucking. You make sure Jungkook follows in pursuit before ordering two shots of Vodka.

You give him a second to adjust the environment before giving him the rundown for the night.

“Ok first,”

Shoving the shot into his line of sight, “Liquid courage”

“Next, you go up to that hot as fuck girl that has been eye-fucking you since you walked in,”

Jungkook opens his mouth to protest but is halted by your finger hushing him.

“You don’t have to go any further than you’re comfortable with but dance with her. Come on, if not for educational purposes do it as recreation.”

You pat his back in encouragement slightly pushing him in the direction of said pursuit. You throw him a thumbs-up as he looks at you apprehensively slowly approaching the crowd of sweaty bodies.

“Let loose Jungkook don’t think too much. You can always find me if you need something.”

With your final words of morale, you take another shot, not soon after trailing his path to the dance floor. You dance for a while on your own, remembering how much you missed being able to just be carefree, at least for the night. You sneak a few peaks at Jungkook checking in on his wellbeing and progress.

The boy’s surprisingly got moves, but then again he’s apparently close friends with Jimin so it must be a shared trait. He’s still apprehensive though, hands not daring to go lower than his partners waist and a sliver of distance between the two.

He’ll get the hang of it soon.

Baby steps.

You continue your dancing, smile gracing your face when a pair of hands place themselves on your hips. They quickly match to the rhythm you’ve set, hips skillfully pressed and swaying against yours. It’s too late to resist turning around to put a name to the skilled body and boy are you not disappointed. But, instead of excitement for something new, you’re filled with anticipation for something familiar. And Jung Hoseok is oh so familiar with your body.

Skipping the formalities you skim your hands up his torso around his neck, teasing the hairs on his nape. Maintaining the rhythm the two of you have set, you bring your faces close enough to hear over the booming music.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Grinning, you take the moment to switch the sway of your hips to a grind against his as the music changes to a slower tempo. The last time you saw Hoseok was eight months ago and that was when the two of you were still fuck buddies. You ended on good terms, no angst-filled breakup but he transferred colleges and that put a damper on your arrangement for obvious reasons.

“Back home for a while,”

Is all he gives, pulling your hips further into his pelvis practically dry humping. If you weren’t here with a group you would’ve left in a heartbeat but you remember that you brought Jungkook along and it’s been a while since you last checked on him. You glance over to where to where you last saw him but he isn’t there.

Huh, maybe he got lucky.

You shoe the thought away. the kid was just panicking 20 minutes ago. You’re brought to the man that is currently in front of you as Hoseok starts pressing light kissing against your neck.

“What’s on your mind princess?”

He must have noticed your zoned-out stare, wanting to know the root of your inattention to his clear signs of wanting to fuck.

“Sorry, I came with some friends and was wondering where they went off too.”

Apologizing you lean into his touch, kisses turning into sucks on your sweet spot definitely leaving a mark or two. You’re tempted to let go but the thought of something having happened to Jungkook nags you.

“Just give me a second I’ll be right back,”

You breathlessly say, heading towards the bar as you give Hoseok a teasing glance. You quickly find Tae and Jimin seated engaged, from what you can tell, in a very suggestive conversation. You’re regretting coming over, not wanting to hear the grotesque things spewing from Tae’s mouth but you want to find out what happened to Jungkook.

Your presence in front of them doesn’t seem to garner their attention so you loudly clear your throat to announce your presence.

“Where’s the kid?”

“The who?”

“Jungkook? You know, the giant with a bunny face, your roommate Jungkook?”

“Ah, that Jungkook!”

If looks could kill Jimin would be six feet under.

“Yes. That Jungkook.”

“He went to the bathroom.”

Humming in acknowledgement, you accept the answer heading back to Hoseok. His back is facing you, giving you a view of his perfect ass that you hope to undress soon. You tap his shoulder reannouncing your return. You don’t give him time to react before pulling him down in a kiss, too much tongue and teeth to but considered proper but you’re too horny to care right now. It’s been too long since you’ve been properly fucked and you know he is more than equipped to take of you. He pulls away from the kiss, tugging your lip on release.

“Come on,”

Patting your ass he drags you towards the restroom, too horny to care about the possible consequences.

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Jungkook had danced with the girl for a while, but she soon became impatient mistaking his hesitation for teasing. Instead of doing what he’s trying to learn not to do, he panicked and made up some bullshit excuse about going to the bathroom.

He’s been hiding out in the stall for a while now, not wanting to disappoint you with his lack of progress. He’s gotten used to the coming and going of very inebriated people so it doesn’t shock him when it opens again for what seems the 50th time in the night.

What does shock him is the shuffle of two pairs of shoes into one stall. He’s not naive but does it really have to happen in the stall right next to him?

He’s ready to make a beeline for the door until he realizes that he recognizes the second pair of shoes that occupy the stall. He saw you with a guy on the dance floor and could tell things were getting pretty heated but he didn’t think you’d use the stall right next to him to fulfill those needs.

At the recognition of you in that stall, it seems as if his feet are planted to the ground. His heart rate quickens, fear he assumes. What if you recognize his shoes as well? Then you’ll definitely think he’s a creep, the first time you let him off the hook but would this time be just as forgiven?

His internal dilemma is interrupted with the reminder there’s only a thin stall partition separating the three of you.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet princess, wouldn’t want the whole world to know what a slut you are.”

Jungkook is shocked, not only by the vugularity but he never pictured you to be the submissive type. You always took the more assertive role when addressing him. The revelation makes him wonder if this is actually what you prefer. He can already picture you so pretty, begging and pleading to be satisfied.

He almost moans in tune with you at the picture forming his mind but controls himself. Morals are out the window by now, justifying his continued stay as self-preservation.

~~~~~~~

You moan as Hoseok pins you against the stall already rubbing your sensitive clit under your skirt.

“Hoseok please,”

You pathetically attempt at begging but you know that won’t be enough to satisfy him.

“Does princess want relief?”

He grins wickedly taking pleasure in the way you writhe from any contact he gives you.

“Why should I help you? Walking around with no underwear, pretty pussy exposed to just anyone.”

With that, he slaps your clit before setting a brutal pace on your clit. You gasp at the sudden sting but try to stifle your moans and remember his instructions.

“Please, let me cum. My pussy belongs to you, sir.”

You say quickly slipping back into old habits, utilizing the title you know Hoseok loves so much.

“Good girl, a good slut that remembers her place.”

He rewards your obedience by inserting a finger into your cunt, kneeling to his knees in the cramped space. You couldn’t give a flying fuck anymore about anyone hearing right now. Fuck, you want people to know how good he makes you feel. The sight of him on his knees yet so dominating has a new wave of arousal gushing out of you.

Your skirt is bunched around your hips, Hoseok’s strong grip on you hips keeping you steady as one leg is thrown over his shoulder. He wastes no time devouring your cunt, roughly sucking your clit at a fast pace. He resumes fucking his finger into, in pace his tongue remembering just how to make you scream for him. You do exactly that,  hands finding purchase in his hair.

He adds another finger, reacher that spot inside of you that he’s found long ago with practice. He abuses it, encouraging you to reach your high.

“Come for me,”

Is all he says, moaning into your cunt as hand stabilizing moves to place smack on your ass. The sensations him from moaning and licking your pussy pulls an orgasm out you, threatening to topple over at the way your body violently compulses from the pleasure. But, Hoseok is not satisfied with one orgasm. He continues at a slower pace, still stimulating your clit but acknowledging that your very sensitive right now.

“One more princess, one more.”

As soon as your shaking becomes more subdued he instead opts for sliding up your body, fingers still lodged in you. His fingers return to hitting your sweet spot, while his mouth finds purchase on yours. This kiss is a lot slower than earlier but still passionate and it causes you to moan his name.

You feel his hardened length pressed against your stomach, still clothed. You bring your hand down to cup him in his pants. You begin palming him attempting to give him some sort of relief now that he’s given you an orgasm with another in tow while he’s yet to even get started.

Your second orgasm encroaches, gasping into his mouth as he fucks you through it.

“That’s it, good girl.”

This time he removes his fingers once the convulsing of your walls slow down. He breaks away from the kiss to bring his fingers to his mouth, relishing in the way you taste. It almost causes you to groan at the sight.

Fuck he’s so hot.

You’re prepared to fully satiate your horniess by getting fucked by Hoseok, but even in the heat of the moment, you’re still able to hear. And what you hear right now is the moan of someone in the stall adjacent to yours and you’re snapped back into reality.

Hoseok focuses your gaze back on him, hand redirecting your chin to face him. A smirk adorns his features before turning into the bright smile that you would not associate with the man that just called you a slut.

“That was fun, call me if you want to revisit our past agreement.”

“Wait but you-”

You’re ready to protest, about to suggest going back to your place to help him with his painfully hard problem.

“Don’t worry about me princess, something tells you me you haven’t been satisfied in a while. Just happy to be the one to do it.”

You glare at his ability to read you like a book, he returns your glare with a soft peck on your lips before exiting the stall. You follow not long after returning to the bar, seeing Jimin and Tae surprisingly still there and Jungkook still yet to be seen.

“Woah, did you just get fucked in that nasty ass bathroom?”

Tae gives you no time to settle into the barstool before grilling you.

“Technically no, thank you very much for the concern.”

You ask the bartender for water, not wanting to drink anymore for the night.

“Did Jungkook leave?”

“Nah, he never came back from the bathroom. Maybe he actually got lucky.”

At that the pair snicker, you unamused at the tired joke. However, at the mention of him being in the bathroom still, a thought runs through your head. You’re silenced by the possibility but it can’t be, right?

Prepared to go check for yourself, your question is answered when you see Jungkook crossing the threshold of the bathroom hall back into the main area of the club. But, you are mortified and sight of his flushed face meeting your stare has you in a panic.

“I just remembered that I promised I’d take an extra shift tomorrow morning, I think I’m gonna head out for the night.”

You’re naive to think you’re off the hook because Tae stops you in your tracks. As much shit, as he gives you he is a great friend but right now you’re cursing it.

“Nah, you’re not going alone. You could be killed or worse, kill someone.”

“Maybe that someone will be you, stop dicking around Tae.”

He chuckles, finding amusement in your empty threats.

“Jungkook looks like he’s done for the night so why don’t you two head back together.”

You’d argue that he should just go with you instead but you can already tell what his plans are for the night and know you can’t beg him without running the risk of having to retell what just happened.

Jungkook reaches the group, Tae relaying that the two of you should travel together. Jungkook reluctantly agrees, avoiding eye contact but your attention is already stolen by the unmistakable and painful hardon that he is sporting.

This is going to be a long car ride.

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Notes: Possible JK drabble of his POV during readers escapade??

[kindnessisweakness2]

Perfect Chaos- Part 3!

Riley huffed loudly, red faced and sweaty as she rushed into her best friends apartment when she opened the door. Leaning her body against the door, she took a deep breath and looked at her only friend in panic. “Damn RyRy! Where’s the fire?” Lina giggled at her friend as she made her way into the kitchen to grab a coffee. Riley stood still. Guilt and panic weighing heavily on her chest. She really had messed up big this time. Lina’s head reappeared in her doorway, confusion clear on her face. Tears welled in Riley’s eyes as she looked at her best friend. “I’ve cheated on Jake!” Riley cried out not being able to hold it in anymore. “And it was the best sex of my life!” Lina burst out laughing. “Well Jake’s a dick. Ive never liked him you know that." Riley's eyes widened at her friends comment. Standing there flabbergasted Riley didn't know how to respond. Lina cocked her eyebrow in question "so you gonna get your ass in here and tell me about this dicking down or you gonna stand there all day?" Lina laughed and made her way to her dining table, Riley following behind her. "I'm dead when he finds out." Riley covered her face. Lina rolled her eyes at her friend. "You know if I ever find out he's put his hands on you I'll fuck him up Ry." There was a moment of heavy silence as Lina sipped her coffee. "Now tell me about your new boo. Who was it?" Riley peeped at her from behind her fingers. "Angel." She squeaked timidly and a wide smile crossed Lina's face. "Damn that boy is finnnne! You go girl!" Riley shook her head and smiled at her friends comment. "He was so nice. Gentle. I've never had that with Jake." Her cheeks flushed bright red as she confessed to her friend. "Jake never cares if I get mine too y'know. He just makes me face away from him so he won't have to look at me. Gets it over and done with. But angel? Fuck he made it his mission to make sure I was good, like he cared about me y'know?" Lina smiled at her friend "The way i see it is simple. Fuck Jake off and JUMP on Angel day and night, bitch!” Riley rolled her eyes at her friend. “Its not that simple Lina, I cant jump from member to member. Ill be looked at as a whore. Im just a one night stand to Angel. Him and Jake dont get on. Maybe im just a way for him to get one over on Jake.”  Tears welled in Rileys eyes as she thought about everything. “And i let him. Im the worst girlfriend ever.” Lina grabbed Rileys hands as she began to cry. “Does Jake make you happy? Can you see yourself with him for the rest of your life?” Riley shrugged her shoulders at her best friend. “Thats the thing Lina. I dont think he ever has made me happy.” 

Riley took a deep breath as she stood under the hot shower. The feeling of the water hitting her back and the sting of the temperature helped her focus. Her mind had been on overload these last few hours. She had so many different feelings passing through her, the main two being guilt and shame. However she also couldnt deny the feelings that settled in her heart for Angel. As stupid as it sounds she would give anything to be able to spend another night with him. The sound of her front door opening cut her thoughts short. Shit. That would be Jake. Quickly finishing washing her body, Riley rushed out of the shower and got dressed into black gym shorts and a grey t-shirt. Making her way to the living room, her stomach turned in panic when her eyes fell on Jake. He was sat on the sofa, head down with his hands clasped together. He was angry. She could feel it coming off of him in waves. “Hey Babe. Everything ok?” Riley questioned as she cautiously made her way towards him. He stayed silent, not even moving his head to look at her. Fuck. That was not a good sign. The second she lay her hand on his shoulder, he lept up from his seat and forcefully threw her against the wall. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Jake roared. Riley held her breath as she slid down the wall trying to protect herself from the blows that were coming next. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO NEAR ANGEL. YOU KNOW WE HAVE PROBLEMS. AND I FIND OUT FROM A FUCKING PROSPECT YOU ASKED HIM TO BRING YOU HOME LAST NIGHT!” Jake screamed as he pulled Riley from the floor to stand. “I-I had no one else to ask. He was leaving anyway. I-I didnt want to disturb anyone else. They all were still partying.” Riley tried to reason with him but he was beyond that point. She could see it in his eyes, but she was just thankful he didnt know about them sleeping together. “HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN? I HAD YOUR KEY! AND DONT FUCKING LIE TO ME!” Jake shook Riley forcefully gripping her wrists. Here it was. Her opportunity to tell the truth, come clean and take the beating. She just couldnt do it. Her fear of what he would do, to her and to Angel, wouldnt let her. “I asked Angel to take me to Lina’s. I used her key.” Thinking quickly Riley prayed he would believe her. Jake breathed heavily through his nose as he glared hard at Riley,searching her face for the slightest hint of a lie. Shoving her hands away from him he looked away from her and spoke like she was nothing. Like he had no emotional connection to the girl infront of him at all. "There's another club party tonight. Your coming. We leave in 10." Riley shook her head and started to protest. "I can't. Babe I have work-" Riley cut herself off with a gasp at the force she felt when he grabbed her shoulders. "Don't fucking argue." Riley nodded. "Can I change my clothes before we leave please?" She asked quietly trying not to look at him. "No. Your fine as you are. Nobody wants to look at you anyway."

[nagichi-boop]

A Star That’s Out of Reach (Chapter 3)

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Apologies for not posting this sooner! I’ve been kinda stressed and so I forgot.

CW/TW - blood, nightmares, panic attack (sorta)

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Shadow slowly opened his eyes. For the first time in days, he seemed to have been able to sleep decently. He stretched his arms out, and upon realising that the house was quiet, he laid back down again and stared at the ceiling, thinking to himself about his conversation with Amy. Just as he was about to get lost in thought, he heard Rouge scream in the other room. He quickly got up again, hopping out of bed and making his way to Rouge.

“What’s wrong?” Shadow asked as he saw Rouge staring in her treasure room panicking.

“The Chaos Emeralds,” Rouge cried out. “There’s only two here!” Shadow immediately tensed up, remembering what he did last night.

“Yeah, so about that,” Shadow mumbled, nervously looking away. Rouge quickly pivoted round to face Shadow.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Rouge enquired stiffly.

“I may have given a couple to Sonic and his friends,” he replied, further facing away from Rouge.

“You WHAT?” She yelled, bracing herself to attack him.

“You know they’d come for them anyway,” Shadow excused in an attempt to calm Rouge down. “At least this way they’ll leave us alone for a while.” She backed off, folding her arms, then sighed.

“Fine,” she complied. “I suppose what we have is better than nothing.” She then sternly pointed at Shadow. “But next time you do something like this, clear it with me first to spare me of the heart attack, okay?” Shadow nodded in agreement. “As punishment, you’re gonna help me make breakfast.”

Shadow chuffed obediently. The two of them wandered into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast. A comfortable silence lingered in the room until eventually Rouge’s curiosity got the better of her.

“You know, it’s been a while since you stayed the night here,” she acknowledged.

“For some reason, I was able to get a decent night’s sleep for once.”

Rouge hummed thoughtfully. “I’m surprised, I would’ve thought that given how frustrated you were yesterday that the opposite would be true. I suppose last night’s stroll calmed you down?”

“I guess so,” Shadow responded bluntly.

“What was so special about last night compared to the other nights?” Rouge pushed inquisitively.

“Nothing in particular,” Shadow answered as he used a spatula to turn the eggs in the frying pan. “The weather must have just been particularly peaceful.” Rouge hummed curiously, but decided not to push it. It was rare enough to be in the same room with him for so long, so she let it slide. They plated the food and then made their way to the dining table. Omega soon joined them and they talked about their experiences the previous day to Shadow, who attentively listened while eating.

“So how did your mission go, Shadow?” Rouge asked before shovelling more food into her mouth.

“Not as exciting as what you two face,” Shadow replied dismissively. “I ran into some of Sonic’s crew, faced Eggman briefly and then met up with you two.” He then nonchalantly continued to eat his food which Rouge and Omega gave each other meaningful looks.

“That was a very trimmed way of explaining it,” Rouge noted, then smiled and rested her chin on her hand. “But I won’t push it. I’m just glad you’re here talking with us. We haven’t eaten together in a long time.”

Shadow lifted his head, returning her gaze. “Is that significant?”

“Well,” Rouge spoke, then took a moment to collect her thoughts. “It’s less about the activity and more about the fact that we are friends. Dare I say I even consider you guys my family?” Shadow’s eyes widened in surprise. “We have done so much together and I trust you both a lot. Sure, we aren’t related by blood, but blood relations are overrated anyway.”

“I DO NOT HAVE BLOOD,” Omega added. Shadow and Rouge looked at each other then chuckled amongst themselves. Shadow then stared down at his plate with a bittersweet smile.

“I care about you guys, too,” he commented. “I guess it’s just been hard for me to see people in that light ever since…” He went silent. Rouge gently placed her hand atop Shadow’s.

“It’s fine if you don’t see us that way,” she comforted softly. “I just want you to know that you’re important to me. I care about you both a lot and am very grateful to have you in my life.” The room fell into a somber silence as the three of them thought to themselves. Rouge then abruptly stood up. “All this mushy stuff is making me uncomfortable,” she jested. She looked at Shadow and then stuck her tongue out at him playfully. “Just take your time, sweetie,” she said, then began collected her’s and Shadow’s plates and took them into the kitchen. “You’re free to wander now, children,” she added, waving her hand in the air sassily.

Shadow stood up from the table and made his way out and towards the door. He hesitated before he turned the handle.

“I’m going for a walk,” he called out, then left. He wandered around aimlessly, taking the time to take in the scenery. He wasn’t quite sure why, but he felt a strange warmth in his chest. Without realising it, he eventually wound up in the area Sonic and his friend’s lived. He stopped and looked out over them, observing them interacting with one another. His attention was caught by Amy and Sonic talking with one another, then noticed a shimmering object in Amy’s hand.

“The Chaos Emerald,” he mumbled to himself before continuing to watch their interaction. Sonic took the emerald, then gave Amy a thumbs off before leaving her in the dust. Shadow scrunched his face up. “That stupid hedgehog,” he muttered again. He then became conflicted. ‘Wait, why do I even care about this?’ he thought to himself. He shook his head, then turned and walked away.

He continued to wander around, making sure to grab some food in the city before he went to his usual spot and sat under the tree, overlooking the city. He ate his food as he rested against the tree, enjoying the breeze. After finishing, he closed his arms, sat down against the tree and rested for a bit, hoping to take advantage of his good streak with sleeping recently. To his surprise, he managed to fall asleep again.

He opened his eyes, but was surprised to see himself back on the Ark. He looked around and then realised that he was in a tube. Then he noticed…

“Maria?” he spoke softly. Standing outside of the pod was Maria, stood over a control panel bleeding out.

“Shadow,” she mumbled just loud enough for Shadow to hear. “Why…”

“Maria!” Shadow began pounding on the glass. “Maria, don’t do this!” All of a sudden she distorted and appeared in front of Shadow, tears flowing from her eyes and her hair drooped across her face as she stared at Shadow. She placed her hand on the glass, leaving a bloody handprint.

“Why did you do this to me, Shadow?” she whimpered. “I thought you loved me.”

“I do,” he cried out. “I didn’t mean-” He was interrupted by the sound of sirens, the room flashing bright red then falling dark in rapid succession. Each time the light flashed, Shadow was met with Maria’s horrifying stare which seemed to pierce right through him. He began breathing heavily, clutching his chest in pain. The sirens blared louder, causing Shadow to crouch down and cover his ears.

He then shot up panting. He looked around frantically to see the city he had seen before he fell unconscious, the sky now painted crimson. He continued to breath deeply, trying to compose himself. As he settled, he placed a hand on his forehead.

“Just a dream,” he whispered to himself, trying to calm himself down. After catching his breath, he leaned his head back and looked up to the sky. “How pathetic.”

The moon soon showed itself, gracing the earth with her light. Shadow stared at it reminiscently. The breeze became brisk, though he appreciated it as it helped keep him alert despite feeling exhausted.

“I thought I’d find you here,” a familiar voice chirped. Shadow glanced back and saw Amy peering her head from around the tree. “I see you’re sitting down today. Mind if I join you?” Shadow shook his head tiredly, then shuffled over a little to make room for Amy. She sat down happily, though closer to Shadow that he was expecting.

“So what brings you out here?” Shadow asked.

“It’s just been one of those days I guess,” she sighed. “Another day of Sonic being Sonic.” Shadow felt a tightness well up in his chest, but chose to ignore it. He didn’t quite know what to say to Amy. She looked at him, then noticed he refused to look at her, his face somewhat serious looking. “Is everything okay, Shadow? You seem a bit tense.”

Shadow briefly glanced over at Amy, then hastily looked away again. “It’s nothing,” he replied dismissively. “Just a silly dream.”

Amy then leaned over, getting even closer to Shadow. “That’s not nothing,” she sternly remarked. “Clearly it was upsetting to you. You can talk to me.” Shadow leaned away from Amy, seemingly unable to meet her eyes. The tightness in his chest grew. He sighed defeatedly.

“I had a dream about Maria,” he confided, to which Amy backed off a little. “I was back with her in the Ark. She was covered in blood, scruffy looking.” Shadow became uncomfortable, then leaned forward. “She questioned my love for her. She always does.”

Amy tilted her head. “Do you have dreams like that often?”

Shadow nodded. “I struggle to sleep a lot of the time because I get anxious. And when I do sleep, it usually results in me waking up in a cold sweat.”

Amy placed her hand gently atop Shadow’s. “I’m sorry, Shadow,” she spoke softly. “That must be really difficult.” Shadow looked at her in disbelief, then relaxed his expression. The tension in his chest eased a little.

“I just wish I had more memories of her from before the incident,” Shadow confided. “I know we used to be close and I have fond feelings for her. But when I try to think back to our memories in detail, it all becomes hazy.”

Amy returned her hand to her side. “Yeah, that does sound difficult. I guess with everything that’s happened, it makes sense.” She stared up at the moon. “I don’t really know what to say, sorry.”

Shadow shook his head slowly. “You don’t have to do anything.” He then smiled halfheartedly and placed his chin in his hand, looking at Amy fondly. “You being here is enough.”

Amy looked back at him then smiled affectionately. “I’m glad!”

Shadow then paused for a moment, then looked back at the moon. “In a way,” he continued. “You remind me of her.”

Amy leaned to the side and looked at him. “I do? How?”

“Well, you both have a deep compassion for other people. And I get the sense that like her, you would do anything to protect those you care about.”

“Aw,” Amy cooed, cupping her hands on her cheeks. “That’s really sweet of you.”

Shadow warmly grinned, closing his eyes and lowering his head. “Though unlike Maria, you have a steel-like determination. You’re strong in mind and body, even though some people might overlook that quality of yours.” He opened his eyes and glanced up again. “Maria always seemed unsure of herself, I guess because she felt limited in what she could do. But you aren’t.”

Amy quietly listened to Shadow. Something about the compassion in his eyes warmed her heart. She then chuckled a little, drawing Shadow’s attention to her. “You’re really kind, you know that?”

Shadow suddenly felt as though something was grasping his chest. He clutched it, leaning forward to try and lessen the feeling.

“Are you okay, Shadow?” Amy asked, leaning closer to Shadow in concern. He briefly glanced to her, then shot up to his feet frantically.

“I have to go,” he said shakily. “I’m sorry.” Without waiting for a reply, Shadow dashed away from Amy, who had just brung herself to her feet. She held both of her hands to her chest, worried about Shadow’s abrupt exit.

“Shadow…” she spoke to herself glumly. “I hope you’re okay.”

[moonlight-cp]

Proxy in Command (Creepypasta x Reader) Chapter 7

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A day off meant a lazy day. You could sleep in, eat breakfast late, no training, and no missions for the day. One might think I would have done all those things but no, except for sleeping in and having breakfast late. 

I yawned as I made my way towards the kitchen. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and filled it with milk (feel free to change it). As I entered the dining room I saw Puppeteer, Painter, and Jeff sitting at the table.

"Good morning doll" Puppeteer spoke out.

I yawned again and nodded my head. I sat in front of Puppeteer while Painter sat on his left and Jeff sat on my right.

"Doll?" Jeff asked. "Isn't it weird to call someone a nickname when you met them?"

I rolled my eyes while eating my food. "You called me sweet cheeks when I first met you, Jeff," I reminded him. Jeff was quiet after that. I couldn't help but smirk knowing I shut him up. "Where are the others?" I asked

"Perhaps you missed me?" Laughing Jack asked after teleporting in the empty seat next to me.

"Not really," I muttered under my breath.

"I think they all overslept," Laughing Jack laughed while unwrapping his candy. "Candy?" He offered me.

I shook my head and finished my breakfast.

"I'm just curious Y/N, what do you do during your free days," Puppeteer asked me.

I shrugged and took a glance at Painter who hasn't talked. "I train by myself to clear thoughts. It feels better than to train with others," I answered as I stood up and left the dishes on the sink. I then grabbed a water bottle.

I made my way to my room to change my outfit. I changed my clothes into a pair of leggings and a tank top. I got my F/C towel and went downstairs to the training room.

I placed my water bottle and towel on a nearby bench to get my boxing gloves. As I was putting on my gloves, I kept staring at the black punching bag in front of me.

I warmed up by bouncing on the spot, throwing some light punches, and doing some low light kicks. After 5 minutes, I then practiced those moves onto the punching bag.

Punching the bag has helped me let out my anger throughout the years. I remember when I was 7 I couldn't hit it which frustrated me. As I started getting older I got more strength which resulted me in destroying a punching bag every few months.

I smirked as I remembered those times. I was busy punching the bag that I didn't hear someone come in. They started to walk towards me when I heard their footsteps. I turned around and saw Masky silently staring at me.

"What do you want?" I asked as I took out my glove with my teeth. I then used my free hand to take the other glove off and made my way to the bench. I placed my gloves there and opened my water bottle.

"We have a day off and you still choose to train. Why is that?" He asked with his arms crossed.

I shrugged. "I guess I'm used to training every day. It feels weird not doing that," I answered before taking a sip out of my water bottle.

"I guess that's something that we could both relate to. We're both workaholics."

I took another sip before nodding. "Nice to know that"

"Well I'll leave you be," he said while exiting the room.

I stared at him until he left. I sighed and placed my boxing gloves on to practice again.

/~~~/

The day went by quick and as soon as I knew it, it was already dinner time. Our day off would finally come to its end in a few hours.

Slenderman had made (Food Choice) and soon everyone had joined in the dining room. Crazy to think a few weeks ago it was just Slenderman and I but now there were 10 of us.

I had almost finished my food when I remembered what I was going to ask Slenderman.

"Can I go on a killing a spree later?" I asked. He nodded.

It had become a habit for me to ask him. He never said no, he just warned me if there was a morning mission that required me to wake up early.

"Wasn't today a day off for you, proxies?" Jeff asked.

I rolled my eyes at his ignorance. "A new day starts at 12 Jeff. It's technically not my day off anymore."

As soon as I finished, I got up to place my plate and cup on the sink. I then made my way to my room to get ready for the killing spree.

I wasn't as crazy as Jeff and Laughing Jack when it came to the number of kills per night or how they tortured their victims. I mostly kill around 5 or less per night unless a mission requires me to end more. If my victim was located in the forest, I would always try to lead them to the cliff and kill them. That's a common thing I do. Watching your victim fall from 20 feet deep into the ocean. Their helpless eyes when trying to plea for mercy. Everything about it was satisfying.

I caught myself smiling as I remembered most of the missions and the huge amount of people who were killed by me. I glanced at the clock and read 11:30 pm. I then got up, ready for my killing spree.

/~~~/

Coincidentally I went to the same town where I met Puppeteer and Bloody Painter. Citizens were put on high alert seeing as Jeff did indeed kill someone before saving me from Puppeteer and Painter.

I had walked through the streets for minutes until a black 2 story house caught my attention. There was light coming from one room.

I know what you're thinking. I was probably stupid because that can only mean the person was awake and could call authorities or yell for help. Truth is, I was up for a challenge.

I was about to walk to the entrance when I realized a brunette man was already unlocking the door.  I hid behind a tree while watching him struggle to open the door.

After he was managed to open it, he turned around to make sure no one had watched him. He definitely doesn't live in there meaning he was a killer. He couldn't be one of the 2 remaining Creepypastas, right?

After he got inside, I waited for a minute before making my way in. He had left the door opened which I was grateful for.

I quietly closed the door and slowly made my way upstairs where the light was headed. I had to be careful because I was not only dealing with the people who lived here but another killer.

As soon as I was on the top of the staircase I didn't hear a single sound. I immediately spotted the room where the light was coming from. Again I was cautious of my steps and took a peek at the room. The same guy with a scarf had killed the blonde teenager that lived here.

"You gotta admit Liu, her voice was annoying"

Liu... was that the name of the Creepypasta?

I widen my eyes as I remembered reading 'Homicidal Liu' on the file.

I immediately opened the door which made him look at me. He studied me as he looked at me from top to bottom.

"And who are you sweet cheeks?"

Sweetcheeks...

I then realized that was the same name Jeff had given me when we first met.

I shrugged that thought off and took a step forward. "You stole my kill," I stated with a stern tone.

He smirked and looked down towards the female teenager who had her throat slit open.

"I'm assuming you're also a killer based on how you're dressed and the daggers you carry on your thighs" he assumed. I noticed his voice changed.

I took a glance at the tv that was located on the floor. The screen read "you've met with a terrible fate, haven't you." I got chills by reading that.

I then looked at Liu and crossed my arms. "I'm here to offer you a deal. Let's say I'm in this organization filled with killers. We want you to join and you live for free in this mansion and in exchange for that, you will rarely have to accomplish missions for my boss. Other than that you're free to kill whoever you want."

"I want to murder my brother!" He yelled.

I glared at him before looking back at the door. I feared if he woke up the parents.

"No one is here beside us two," he informed me.

I sighed but nodded. "Look if you join we could help kill your brother. But you have to come with me"

"Who the fuck are you?"

I took another glance at the tv. The screen had been bothering me.

"I'm Y/N L/N and my boss is Slenderman. Our group is called Creepypastas," I answered.

"Could anyone join?" He asked.

I shook my head. "We're missing you and this guy named Ben Drowned. Other than that, we should be complete"

"Did someone mentioned my name?" I heard another voice talking. I looked everywhere for the source of the voice but couldn't find anyone.

"I thought you said it was only us two!" I yelled at Liu.

"I was confident we were!"

A body then started to emerge out of the TV which made me take a step back. Red, bloody eyes stared at me while he got out of the TV I then noticed he had a green outfit.

"You, my dear..." he trailed off before eyeing me up. "Are... different from the chicks I've met"

I swear these two could pass being Offerman's sons.

"Back off, I spotted her first!" I heard Liu but with another voice yell. "Yeah well, do you know who I am? I am Ben Drowned" "You're a midget!"

I raised my eyebrow at hinting I was confused about why his voice suddenly changed.

"Fuck, I forgot to mention I have a split personality," he confessed.

I nodded but soon heard the sounds of faint sirens.

"What the fuck? Who called the cops?" I exclaimed.

Ben rubbed the back of his head while chuckling nervously. "You see, the girl called 911 because the game kept acting up and she was scared. She stupidly ended the call when she saw Liu come in," he said.

I widen my eyes in anger. "And you didn't bother to tell us this sooner!" Ben just kept rubbing his head.

"Okay, I need to know if you both accept. If you do then I can help you get away from the cops," I desperately yelled.

"I'm in as long as you help me get revenge on my brother!" Liu yelled. I nodded without thinking much about it.

Ben took out a Nintendo 64 cartridge that the girl had and gave it to me. "Put this in the console and I'll appear"'he stated.

"Whoa there buddy. We don't have any consoles where I come from so you're coming with us if you're joining" I said.

Ben groaned but nodded "Fine."

"Follow me then," I said as I ran out of the room and went to the room that was directly in front of it. I opened the window and looked at the ground. I jumped while making a flip and landed on the ground on my feet in the backyard.

Ben looked terrified as he looked down. " I can't jump from here!"

Liu rolled his eyes and carried him while jumping down.

"We need to make our way to the forest," I yelled as I started to jump over the fence.

"You got it, boss!" I heard Ben say.

/~~~/

After running away for twenty minutes, we almost made our way to the mansion. The guys kept gasping for air, especially Ben which is why we took a small break. The guys sat on the ground breathing heavily.

"The mansion is like a 5-minute walk away from here. Could you guys handle that?" I asked with an amused tone.

"I'm not used to running. I'm used to teleporting through devices." Ben explained

I got my phone out and raised my eyebrow. "So you could have teleported from my phone and avoid running?"

Ben then facepalmed himself, "I didn't know you had a phone"

I rolled my eyes and started walking away with the guys behind me.

"It's still hard to believe you and Slenderman exist," Liu admitted. "I remember my younger brother and I read your story and he was obsessed over you."

I turned my face towards him and gave him a questioning look. "How come you hold a grudge towards him?" I asked 

"Long story short, he almost killed me." He told me.

"Well, at least you survived instead of drowning like me!" Ben exclaimed.

The mansion was already in view. As we were getting closer I looked at Liu. "How come he wanted to kill you?" I asked as I opened the door to the mansion.

"His face got burnt off and ever since then, he turned insane. Now he's killing people and I won't stop until I get my fucking revenge."

I closed the door behind once we were inside but I widen my eyes as soon as I realized who his brother was.

They both used 'sweet cheeks' on our first encounter and not to mention they both had Woods as their last names.

"Y/N, what are they doing here?" I heard Jeff's voice from the top of the stairs.

I turned around and saw that Jeff had been walking downstairs as he stared at Liu. Liu had folded his fists in anger which worried me.

"You fucking asshole I'm going to fucking murder you!" Sully yelled as he was about to make his way towards Jeff.

I quickly tried to hold back Liu from attacking him. Both Masky and Hoodie had arrived in the scene to try to figure out what was happening. Jeff looked as if he was angry as well but I noticed Eyeless Jack was holding him from behind. 

"Get Slenderman and hurry!" I ordered the proxies while trying to keep my grip on Liu. They nodded and ran to Slenderman's office.

Liu struggled to get out of my hold until he pushed me away, making me hit my head on the vase table and making the vase fall on my arm. I noticed I gotten a cut from it.

"Y/N!" I heard Ben yell.

 Immediately, I made my way back to Liu and held his shoulder arms from behind. "Liu I need you to calm down," I demanded.

"You told me you would help me kill my brother!" Liu yelled

"That's because I didn't know who your brother was. We need you both!"

Slenderman then appeared in front of us. "What is going on here?" He asked me.

"I found the last 2 Creepypastas but it seems that Jeff and Liu who are brothers don't get along, "I explained, struggling to keep my grip on Liu. I noticed Eyeless Jack was struggling with Jeff as well. 

Slenderman nodded and unleashed his tentacles to touch Liu, Jeff, and Ben so he can teleport with them to his office. As soon as they left, I dropped my knees to the floor to catch my breath. I had no idea this situation would turn out this way.

Eyeless Jack walked down towards me and noticed I had a cut on my forearm. Both Masky and Hoodie arrived back and noticed the broken vase.

"What happened here?" Masky asked me while looking at my cut.

"I tried holding Liu back but he was managed to push me away which resulted in the broken vase," I explained.

"I could help you with the cut,"  Eyeless Jack told me. I realized this was the first time we communicated with each other.

I shook my head. "It's fine I can do it."

"But I insist." 

I sighed but nodded. "Can you guys leave a broom out here," I asked the 2 proxies. " I have to clean the mess"

Hoodie took a step forward. "I'll clean it, don't worry."

I nodded as a way of thanking him before making my way upstairs with Eyeless Jack. He opened the door to his room, allowing me to go first. "You could sit on my bed while I get my first aid kit," he said as he made his way to the bathroom. 

I sat down and rolled up my sleeve. The cut wasn't so bad as I imagined. Eyeless Jack came back and got the hydrogen peroxide out. I looked away knowing that my cut was going to sting. 

He noticed I moved my gaze away and chuckled. "I'm guessing you already know how much it hurts?"

I nodded. He applied the hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball and started to dab it on my cut. I closed my eyes for a few seconds until he was done. He then started to put antibiotic cream and then wrapped it. 

"I realize I didn't properly introduce myself seeing as I wasn't with the proxies to get you." I broke the silence. "I'm Y/N L/N" 

Eyeless Jack nodded while putting his things away in the first aid kit. "I'm Eyeless Jack, or E.J for short but you already know that"

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Maybe I should call Laughing Jack L.J for short seeing as you both are Jacks." E.J chuckled after I said that.  

"Well, I should be going now. It was great to meet you E.J and thank you for treating my cut" I said as I stood up and walked towards the door.

"It's an honor getting to know Slenderman's right-hand proxy."He admitted. I gave him a small smile before leaving his room. 

Coincidentally, Laughing Jack who was sucking a lollipop was about to walk by until he spotted me. "Candy?" He offered me a lollipop. 

"No thank you L.J" I declined while using a new nickname for him and started to walk to my room.

"L.J?" He smirked. "I like the sound of that" I gave him a small smile while leaning on my door. "A little birdie told me you got the last 2 Creepypastas. How were you managed to do that?"

I rolled my eyes. "Believe it or not we shared the same victim. That's where I met them and ran away from the police" I confessed. He looked at my bandaged forearm since I had my sleeve up. "I prevented a fight from happening," I told him.

He nodded and looked at me. "Well, I won't keep you away from sleeping. Good night Y/N"

"Good night L.J," I said and opened the door from my room. 

I made my way to my board and started to unpin the pictures and information from the Creepypastas. I placed each of their information in their folders. Slenderman had the original copies meaning I could dispose of these.

I changed into my sleeping clothes and sat on my bed staring at the moon outside my windows. Our army was complete and Zalgo would be here in less than a month. I sighed thinking of what our future would hold. Will we be able to defeat him?

Series Masterlist ---Next Chapter -> (Chapter 8)

[traveler-at-heart]

Nerd, you are.

Summary: Natasha can’t understand nerd talk. But when it’s you? She loves everything about it. 

Natasha Romanoff x FemReader - Fluff (as usual)

The sound is gone as soon as it comes.

Sam looks up, horrified. Natasha is holding her phone up, a smug grin on her face.

“Gotcha”

“Hey, no, I wear these because of the low light” he rushes to her side, taking off the reading glasses. The man reaches out to retrieve Natasha’s phone and it goes as well as he could have expected.

She has him pinned to the wall in a second.

“Glasses and Sudoku. Who knew the Falcon was such a nerd”

“Come on, girl, I have a reputation to maintain”

“Well, maybe next time you’ll think it twice before you ask me to pet Redwing” she threatens; releasing him. Sam moves his head and leaves, grumbling to himself.

The redhead is still laughing at the exchange when you step into the kitchen. She’s only aware of your presence when you speak up, her back to you. 

“What was Sam about?” you say with an amused grin. 

“You wouldn’t believe what he…”

She turns around and is left speechless. You’re also wearing a pair of glasses. Except you are insanely cute, your hair in a messy bun and an oversized hoodie completing the look. 

“I just… took a very stupid picture of him. That’s all” she stutters and you chuckle.

“Ok, forget I asked. What are you up to?”

“Training” she says, grateful to change the subject, turning to pour herself the last cup of coffee. “You?”

“Mission reports. Oh, my God! I can’t believe it worked! I put a bunch of vegetables to make it seem like I was saving a salad and I hid my last batch of cookies there” you say, pulling out the container from the fridge and showing it to her. 

“Well, I guess it’s your lucky day” Natasha says conspirationally. There’s something about her low voice that just… you shouldn’t be thinking that. 

“Righ. I just need some coffee and I’ll be set”

“Oops… I got the last cup. Here”

“You don’t have to…”

“It’s ok, I have to train either way”

“Well, in the spirit of sharing… have a cookie” you offer the plate with a smile, sipping from the cup Natasha gave you. Because fate loves to mock you, the steam fogs your glasses and you’re sure you look like an idiot. 

As you clean them up, you miss the small smile on Natasha’s lips.

“This is delicious! Does it have…?”

“Melted chocolate. Yes. That’s why I have to hide them. Sam will take no prisoners” you put the vegetables back into the fridge. 

“Well, I better get back to the gym. Gotta burn those cookie calories”

“Oh, yes. I’m sure you’ll look terrible otherwise. Bye-bye bikinis” you taunt, pushing your glasses back as they slide down. 

Natasha is painfully aware that she’s staring and so are you, a small smile at the corner of your lips. 

You lean forward and run your finger across her bottom lip. 

“You have chocolate all over your face” the redhead blushes, her cheeks burning when you bring the finger to your mouth, tasting the sweetness. “Catch you later?”

All she can do is nod, praying you didn’t really notice how flustered she was. You leave her in a daze. 

But before she can collect herself, a camera shutters. 

“Gotcha” Sam mocks from the living room. 

He only manages to escape when he suits up and flies from the compound’s balcony. 

*

“I’m always picking after you boys” Natasha grumbles. 

There are Legos all over the dining room table and other figures scattered around the room. Her biggest issue is the giant model of what seems like a spaceship, taking over half the table. 

Pick up your nerdy shit she scribbles furiously on a post it and is about to smack it against the model when she hears footsteps approaching. Natasha’s first reaction is to launch herself to the couch and stay still. 

“Alright, Maguna. One more time so we’re clear”

“I won’t tell Dad you bought me ice cream” the little Stark repeats, bouncing around the room as you sit in front of the model. “Can we try to put together that Millenarium?”

“It’s Millenium Falcon” you repeat, amused at her words. She claps excitedly as you begin to look for the right pieces. “And remember what I told you. There’s no try, only do” it comes out as a strangled sound, as you try your most accurate Yoda impression.

At this, Natasha can’t take it anymore and snorts. 

“Oh-oh. Looks like we have a spy, Maguna” you say amused. Morgan perks up, taking her Nerf gun and pointing at the place where the sound came from. She shoots Natasha right in the middle of her face as she stands up. 

“Ouch! Agent down!” she lets herself fall dramatically, closing her eyes. 

“Auntie Nat, I’m sorry!” Morgan rushes, pulling her by the arm. “Please, come look at what Auntie Y/N and I are doing” 

“Wow, that looks great” she admires, paying attention to everything Morgan is saying, even if she can’t understand half of it. You can’t help the look of adoration; the redhead is always so soft and kind to Tony’s daughter. 

“Morgan, why don’t you show Aunt Natty what we got her at the store?” you suggest and the little girl claps, running to a bag you left by the couch. Natasha quirks her eyebrows at you, a small smile on her face. 

“Look, it’s you!” Morgan hands her a box with a figure. “It says right here. Black Widow” the girl keeps pointing at the box, excited because her aunt Natasha has an actual action figure of herself.

The redhead takes the box with both hands and the note she had on her hand falls. Before she can realise it, Morgan picks it up, furrowing her brow as she tries to read the words. 

“It’s like a Barbie but more badass” you comment; there’s certain delight at seeing Natasha blush. 

“You said a bad word” Morgan jumps in. 

“Ugh” how you hate Steve and his constant lectures about language. Even Morgan has picked up on them. “And this says a bad word as well!” she lifts the paper. Natasha’s eyes go wide. 

Damn it. 

“Show me” you request but she just laughs and screams.

“It said SHIT!”

“Shit!” you repeat. Pepper is going to kill you. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., call Daddy!” Morgan asks, running around. Seems like the sugar from the ice cream is finally kicking in. Yet another decision that came back to bite you.

“Oh, Lord. Excuse me” you ask Natasha, and then run frantically after Morgan. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., CALL DADDY!” the girl asks again.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., NO” you plead.

“Miss Stark has clearance over you, Miss Y/N” the AI informs you. 

“NooOoo” you shriek.

“SHIT” Morgan repeats again.

You’re too busy doing damage control to see Natasha, holding her present against her chest.

Nerdy shit wasn’t so bad after all. She wouldn’t ever tell you she wrote that note, though. 

*

“Do you happen to have a Band-Aid? ‘Cause I scraped my knees falling for you” Ned reads from his phone. 

“That’s so cheesy, dude. No way!” Peter protests. 

They were supposed to be doing a school project but their conversation quickly shifted to MJ and Peter’s constant efforts to ask the girl out. 

It was good entertainment as you cooked dinner. You aren’t sure if Natasha is listening, eyes trained on her laptop as she keeps going over a mission report. 

“I can’t think of anything else. MJ is just so badass and independent” Peter says dreamily. Ned elbows him and leans his head towards you.

“Well, why don’t you ask… I mean, they are pretty much badass and independent. Right?”

Oh, crap. 

You are so not qualified to give dating advice to a kid, much less when you are too much of a chicken to do anything about your crush on Natasha.

“Miss Y/N? Miss Romanoff?” Peter finally says, after arguing back and forth with his friend. 

“Yes, Peter?”

“Leave me alone” 

Natasha and you speak at the same time and you pinch her arm.

“Be nice” you say in a low voice. She rolls her eyes.

“Fine. Those pick up lines are horrible, kid. Why don’t you steal Tony’s Porsche and take her for a ride?”

“No!” you reprimand.

“Yeah!” Ned throws his arms in the air, excited. 

“Oh, come on. You know it’s true” Natasha keeps arguing. “Those lines would not work on anyone. Like at all”

You motion for her to sit at the table and bring over a plate of food. She never eats when she’s doing paperwork. 

“Yeah but if you really like someone, no matter how cheesy, you’ll enjoy what they do” you protest. 

“So, guys? What should I do?”

“From what I’ve heard about MJ, she’s very smart. I’d say give her a copy of a book that she might like and write something nice in the first page. Show her that you care about what she’s interested in”

“Yoooo, that’s solid advice” Ned claps his hands and you smile. 

“Word” you reply, hoping that kids these days are saying that. Apparently not, since Natasha almost chokes after hearing you. 

“Ok, I know of a bookstore she goes to and it closes in an hour, we can get there!” Peter says and both boys throw their things in their bags, scrambling to their feet. They say goodbye with a shout and you roll your eyes.

Children.

“Cheesy pick up lines” Natasha mutters. “At least we won’t have to worry about giving him the talk for a while”

“It’s cute. Don’t be so cynical” 

It’s second nature for Natasha to dismiss anything related to romance, but you believe that deep down, she’s soft. However, you let it be for the time being, going to the kitchen to get a bottle of red wine. 

A thought comes to mind as you pour her a glass.

“I went to the fridge to get a snack… and didn’t see you there” you say in a low voice. 

Her cheeks instantly turn red and she stops eating altogether. You giggle, going back to sit in front of her, waiting for the right moment to drop the next line. 

“If you were a taser, you’d be set to ‘stun.’”

She actually chokes on the wine. 

“Ok, sorry. That was the last one”

“Cheeky” she reprimands, and you actually bite your lip, looking very pleased with yourself. “Is there mango in this salad?”

“Yes” you pretend to be interested in having a normal conversation. “Speaking of fruits, if you were one, you’d be a ‘fine-apple”

“Ugh” she groans, hiding her face behind her hands and you giggle. 

This is the best day of your life. 

*

Natasha hates the group chat. Steve is always sending emojis that don’t make sense, Tony wants to throw a party every week and Sam is always asking you all to chose which pictures he should upload to Instagram. 

But you were the one to start it and she’ll be damned if she leaves it. 

Best she can manage is mute the notifications and annoy Sam about adding glasses to his outfits. 

Today, she realised there was an even bigger influx of messages. Too tired from her latest mission, she throws the phone across the bed, ready to take a nap. 

Natasha is woken up by a knock ln her door.

“Go away” she threatens but instantly regrets it when she hears you laughing. 

“Ok, jeez!” 

Before you can turn around and leave, her door opens to reveal a very sleepy Natasha, messy hair and a worried look adorning her features. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you. Is everything ok?”

“Yes, don’t worry. I just wanted to check if you want to go to the movies. Everyone else replied on the group chat”

“What time is the movie?”

“You have thirty minutes” 

“Ok, I’ll meet you in the living room”

“Oh my God, really? I’m so excited!” you clap, pulling her into a hug. “Fine, ok, get ready and I’ll get us the tickets” 

The redhead showers in record time, ignoring her anxiety at the idea of spending an afternoon with you alone. 

“You look great” you compliment as she approaches you. “We better get going because I definitely want popcorn” 

“Here” she offers a helmet to you and you gape.

“Seriously?” she never lets anyone ride her motorcycle, not even in the back. “Oh my god, best day ever” you rush to put the helmet on and make a pose, your voice muffled. “How do I look?”

“Like you should have waited until we were in the garage to put it on” she teases, pulling you by the hand. “Come on”

Of course she only felt like riding her motorcycle. It doesn’t have anything to do with the chance of feeling your arms around her waist. By the time you’re at the movies, Nat’s not sure if she’s a genius or a dumbass, instantly missing your proximity. 

“I’d like to take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring in your own snacks” she says against your ear and you laugh nervously.

“So now you do like cheesy pick up lines”

“They have their appeal. What movie are we watching?” she finally remembers to ask while you wait in line for popcorn. 

“Well, the original plan was to watch Dune, which is a sci-fi movie. But since it’s two and a half hours long” Natasha tries (and fails) to not show any emotion at that. You giggle at her expression. “I got us tickets for Raccoon City. I think you’ll like it better”

“Is that like a Disney film? The one you made us watch with all the animals living in one city?”

You snort. 

“You mean Zootopia? No, this one has zombies and guns and badass chicks. You’ll love it, I’m sure”

Of course you’re right, Natasha is loving the film so far. You, on the other hand, are clutching the popcorn close to your chest, totally unprepared for the zombie that jumps through the window and attacks Claire. 

“Oh, God! I didn’t remember all the jumpscares in these movies” you grumble. 

“I got you” Natasha offers, her arm around your shoulder as you hide your face in the crook of her neck. 

“Is it over now?”

“Yeah. And look, Claire is riding a cool motorcycle” Natasha encourages you to look up. 

“See? I told you she was a badass like you”

“That’s a bad word” she whispers against your ear and you laugh, thankful that she can’t see you blushing. 

“Do not start with that”

The rest of the movie is spent commenting on the characters’ strategy to survive and you hiding whenever you suspect something will jump up from a dark corner. 

An Avenger being afraid of a movie. 

Great, she’ll think I’m a coward. 

You don’t realise you stay cuddled next to her until the scary part is over and she plays with your hair. 

“Do you want me to move?” you ask and she whispers a quiet “no” against your temple. 

Once the movie is over and you leave the room, you’re aware of her hand holding yours. Maybe she hasn’t noticed, but you’re not about to complain. The ride back is pleasant, allowing yourself to enjoy how close you are to her. Natasha even runs her hand over your leg once, checking to see if you’re ok. You respond by pulling her closer to you. 

“I had a lot of fun” Natasha comments on the way back to your rooms. You reach her door first. “Maybe we can watch that other movie you wanted”

“You sure you want two and a half hours of me making every nerdy comment in the world?”

“I think I can handle that. Or I can stuff your face with candy”

“Lovely” you roll your eyes and she giggles. On impulse, you lean forward and kiss her cheek. “Goodnight, Natasha”

“Goodnight” she answers softly. You turn one last time before she retreats back to her room and wave with a smile. 

Once she’s in bed, replaying everything that happened, Natasha sighs dreamily and looks at the ceiling.

This is the best non-date Natasha’s ever had. And she’s gonna give you the best first date ever. 

*

She didn’t really ask you out. There were mentions of a flight in one of the smaller Quinjets and dressing casually and comfortably. You thought nothing of it as you sat next to her, setting the coordinates.

You’d never say no to a day with Natasha, even if it was for a mission. Sadly, you also never said no to a Star Wars marathon -Peter’s idea- and now, as much as you wanted to stay awake and enjoy every second with the redhead, you feel your eyes growing heavy. 

“Come on” she wakes you gently a couple of hours later, leading you to a car. “We’re almost there”

“Mmkay” you mumble and instantly go back to sleeping. “Sorry for being the worst copilot ever” 

“I think you’ll manage to stay awake when we get there” she says and you don’t know why she sounds so amused. 

Truth be told, Natasha is grateful for the time she has to go over her plan and openly freak out, instead of having to pretend she’s not a mess right now.

You’d see right through her. 

“Hey. We’re here” she finally says, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Where are we?” you yawn, stretching. “Wow” you whisper when you finally see it. “Is that… the Star Wars theme park? Are we in Florida?”

“California” Natasha says, going out of the car and you do the same.

“Wow” you say again looking at everything.

“I guess I should have asked before flying us here but I also wanted to surprise you. Anyway, would you like to go on a date… with me?” 

Without thinking it through, you launch yourself to Natasha’s arms, kissing her. After a moment where’s she’s too stunned to do anything, she pulls you closer by your waist, her lips moving against yours. 

“Sorry, you probably just wanted a yes or no”

“This is better” she pecks your lips one last time, taking a baseball cap with Yoda ears from her coat. She places it on your head and you laugh. 

“Romanoff, Natasha. Perfect you are” you say with the Yoda voice and she buries her face in her hands.

“Stop being so nerdy, I can’t believe I like it” 

You laugh and remove the hat. Pulling away her hands from her face, you peck her lips. 

“This is already the best date I’ve ever been on. And if it was your plan to have me put out, it’s probably gonna work” 

“What? No, I mean, we don’t have to…”

The redhead visibly shudders at your words and you laugh against her lips.

“Just kidding. Come on” you take her hand. “We have a galaxy far away to explore” / Taglist: @007giu

[anime-addict-362]

You're Breathtaking

Cw: NSFW, Bottom Dabi, Top Hawks, oral, male peneration, Insecure Dabi, little mention of after care bit it is there, edging, overstimulation

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It was late at night when Hawks heard Dabi enter the house. He was doing paperwork at the table, needing it to be done for the next night.

"Where were you," Hawks asked, hearing Dabi come closer.

"Shigaraki questioned me about why I was gone for so long. You know, during the time you were sick," Hawks nodded, yawning.

"What'd you say?"

"Told him to mind his business and my personal life was none of his concern," Hawks looked up to Dabi.

"Are you even part of the LOV at this point?"

"I do enough. They don't need me every mission," Hawk's grunted when Dabi pulled his paperwork away.

"I need to finish these Dabi," Hawks rubbed his eyes as Dabi took his pen away. When he opened his eyes, Dabi was on the table in front of him. "What... What do you need?"

"It's been almost 2 years since we've been doing this shit," Dabi sounded aggressive, leaning into Hawks.

"Doing what," Hawks knew what, but he wanted Dabi to say it.

"You know what, Keigo," Dabi was in his lap in a second, straddling him. "We both know we want each other."

"Do something about it, Dabi."

Dabi was quick to slam their lips together, arms wrapping around Hawk's neck. Hawks groaned quietly, grabbing Dabi's hips. It only took a few minutes of making out for Dabi to start grinding against Hawk's lap.

"Dabi," Hawks pulled away, holding his hips still.

"I have not waited 2 years for this for you to stop me," Hawks chuckled softly at Dabi's disappointment.

"I'm just trying to tell you we aren't doing this in the dining room," Dabi let out a small yelp when Hawks picked him up like nothing. Oh right. Hero and shit.

"Well hurry up," Dabi mumbled.

Once in Hawk's room, Hawks took off Dabi's jacket and belt. Dabi was already impatient, and pulled his own shirt off. Hawks kissed Dabi, making Dabi moan and holding onto Hawks.

"Lay down," Dabi immediately listened, watching Hawks take his shirt off.

Dabi's breathing got heavier as Hawks kissed up his stomach, hands feeling every inch of him. Dabi only spared a few seconds to question his scars and whether they would bother Hawks.

Then he was distracted from the thought when Hawks pulled his pants down, just past his ass. He gasped when he felt Hawk's tongue so close to his dick. "Please Keigo."

"Get on your hands and knees, Touya," Hawks responded, pulling away. Dabi did so, earning a chuckle from Hawks. "I would've never thought you would be so obedient."

"Shut up," Dabi mumbled, Hawk's hands moving up his back. "Please Keigo, just hurry up. I want you."

"Be patient, Touya. I'll give you what you want," Before Dabi could speak, Hawks hands slid down to his ass. He immediately shut up when he felt Hawk's tongue in his ass.

Immediately, his breathing started picking up, Hawks thrusting his tongue in and out of him. "Ke- Keigo, please, fuuuck," Hawk's him made him moan, moving to his elbows.

Hawks knew what he was doing, and that much was clear. The way he knew how to use his tongue, the way his hands moved, the way he moaned, making Dabi jump whenever he did. Then one of his hands started jacking him off, roughly.

Dabi started moaning, Hawk's other hands shoving Dabi into the mattress to shut him up. Dabi didn't care, just kept moaning into the mattress, hips starting to grind against Hawk's mouth.

Meanwhile, Hawks was practically ignoring Dabi's begs. Just focusing on making him cum. But he would be lying if he said this was just for Dabi.

Hawks had wanted Dabi just as much as Dabi wanted him. But Hawks had a better geip on his emotions though so there was that. He had never seen Dabi so desperate, just climbing on his lap and starting something like that. He didn't think Dabi had it in him.

But here they were, Dabi struggling to catch his breath and Hawks eating him out like he was starving. Dabi couldn't stop moving, whether it be twitching, shaking or just trying to grind against Hawk's mouth more.

Hawks loved it. He loved how desperate Dabi was. He loved his muffled moans and begs, the way Dabi moved, the way Dabi felt under his hands. Hawks loved Dabi.

"Keigo, Keigo," Dabi's muffled moan against the mattress made him come back to Earth. "I'm gonna come, please let- let me come," He whined, legs shaking. Hawks just moaned, making Dabi let out a cry, and he came all over Hawk's hand. Hawks finally pulled away, taking a deep breath.

Dabi tried to catch his breath, thoughts all over the place. He could only nod when Hawks asked if he was okay, trying to adjust. He let Hawks move him wherever he pleased, and soon, he was on his hands and knees, in front of Hawks who was naked.

He didn't remember how he got in that position, but also didn't question it.

"Open you're mouth," Dabi did nothing but listen, feeling Hawk's dick slide into his mouth.

Hawks was gentle, letting Touya control himself for the most part. And he could tell Touya was looking to him for approval, which was more than glad to give him.

"You're doing so good, Dabi," Touya's eyes closed, humming as Hawks ran a hand through his hair. "Good boy. Do something for me. Focus on breathing through your nose."

Touya nodded, Hawk's hand sliding to the back of his head, holding him in place as Hawks slid deeper, into his throat. Still, Hawks was slow and gentle, keeping Touya relaxed and calm. The way Touya looked up to him made his breathing hitch.

"Okay, that's enough, lay down," Touya looked almost concerned when he moved off of Hawks.

Did he do something wrong?

"Don't look at me like that, you did great baby," Hawks kissed Touya. "Just lay back for me, okay?"

Hawks received a nod, as he watched Dabi lay back. Both of their eyes were trained on each other, as Hawks pulled Dabi closer, lifting his lower body like he weighed nothing.

"Relax," Hawks whispered, kissing Dabi's neck.

"Shut up," Dabi snapped at him, making Hawks snort.

"Just trying to help you out," Hawks chuckled.

"Just do it, I'll be fine," Hawks rolled his eyes but listened.

He held Dabi's hips, sitting up and sliding in slowly. Almost instantly, Dabi winced. "Gonna try and relax yet?"

"Fuck you," Dabi groaned, grabbing Hawk's arm.

"You need to relax, Dabi. It's okay," Hawks assured him. Dabi gasped as Hawks moved just a little, head falling back for just a second, before he was sitting up.

"Kiss me please," Hawks met him halfway instantly, laying him back down. "I've never done anything like this, Keigo."

"That's okay. I'm right here, Dabs. It's just me, you don't have to worry about doing something wrong or being embarrassed," Hawks kissed him again. "It's just me here. It's okay to put your guard down."

They kissed again, and it only took a few moment for Hawks to feel Touya relax. He loosened up, body finally sinking into the mattress, and kissing him deeper. That's when Hawks buried himself deeper.

Touya pulled away to moan, hands gripping Hawk's arms in a deathgrip. "Oh fuck, Keigo."

"Does it hurt," Hawks whispered.

"A little I guess," Touya whispered back, death grip loosening and arms wrapping around Hawk's neck.

Hawks ran a hand through Touya's hair, watching Touya's eyes start to close. There was some silence as they laid there, waiting for Touya to adjust.

Then Hawks just started grinding, kisisng Touya's neck. Despite the scars, he knew Touya had some feeling left in those areas. Not a ton, but it was there. Enough feeling to make a hand grab his blonde hair, as Touya moaned.

"Y- you can actually move now," Touya sighed.

Hawks pulled his hips back, then forward again. Touya groaned. The feeling was good but it was new. He didn't exactly know how to feel quite yet.

After about a minute, Touya was begging for more. He liked it, he loved it. The feeling of Hawk's dick in his ass, hands holding him gently, and the things that was whispered in his ear made him feel both weak and happy at the same.

Being called beautiful and being treated so gently was new to him. All of this was new to him. He's never felt hands touch him like this, like he could break. Like that's how precious he was.

Then Hawks started speeding up, going harder now that he was fully stretched out. He held Touya's hips in place, repeatedly hitting into a place that made Touya jump. He moaned, covering his face with both hands. He didn't want to imagine what he looked like.

"Don't cover your face baby," Touya sobbed when Hawks pulled his hands back. "Look at those eyes. Bright blue eyes, so beautiful," As if on cue, they started to tear up.

(Ignoring the fact that Dabi can't cry-)

"Why are you crying," Keigo whispered, barely heard over the slapping skin, bed creaking and Dabi's moans. "Your nose is cute too. The piercings are a nice touch but your face is just incredible. You're gorgeous."

Touya let out a sob, tears falling. Hawks was there to wipe them away. "All your scars are so pretty. I could look at you like this all day and point out everything that's pretty."

"St- stop," Touya choked out, actually sobbing now. "'S too much, s- stop lying."

Touya wondered what he did wrong when Hawks stopped fucking him. He looked up to him, and he looked confused.

Then suddenly Touya was on his hands and knees at the side of the bed, staring at the mirror on the wall. He looked like a disgusting, ugly mess.

Sweaty, hair messy, his scars on full display, tear stained cheeks, god the only way it could get worse was if he started bleeding from one of his scars. What the hell was Hawks talking about? He was lying, there are nothing pretty about him. He was a cruel bastard.

"Dabi," Hawks leaned down, towering over him with a stare. "Look straight in your eyes in the mirror."

"Keigo please," He gulped.

"Please what?"

"Don't like it, don't like looking at myself like this," He admitted it in a soft, almost pathetic tone. He wished he could've taken it back immediately.

"Then just look at the pretty blue eyes, okay? That's all you gotta look at. Nothing wrong with those pretty eyes, huh? Just as gorgeous as the rest of you."

Touya gulped, grabbing the bed sheet as he lifted his head to stare at himself. His eyes. He still looked like a mess there. He was wondering what he was supposed to do when Hawk's started fucking him again.

He moaned, eyes slipping from the reflection of them, to the way his jaw was dropped. To the way he shook down his arms. To the way his dick bounced with the thrusts.

Then Hawk's wings caught his attention. They looked more fluffy, like how they poof up whenever Touya would embarrass him. Hawk's face, which looked like he was enjoying this just as much as him, despite the calm voice. Then his hands pulling him up by his throat, sitting him on his knees as Hawks went quicker.

Hawk's didn't let go, leaving his body on display for the two. And Dabi's eyes wandered. Maybe his eyes were a little pretty, but the scars weren't. Hawks had to be lying.

Hawk's free hand snaked around Dabi. Dabi was well aware of his touch now, and cried as Hawks started jacking him off. "It's- It's too much Keigo."

"Look at yourself. Look at yourself in the mirror," When he didn't, a hand grabbed his jaw and forced him to look forward. "I said look at yourself."

"Keigo," He sobbed, trying to lean forward and hide himself but Keigo held him tightly. He's never cried so much.

"Call yourself beautiful," Hawks suddenly stopped his movements, just his thumb circling his tip.

Touya felt his stomach start to tighten, pleasure building up slowly. He gulped, tears refusing to stop. "I'm gonna come, please Keigo."

Hawks let go of his dick completely, holding him against him. "Call yourself beautiful," He repeated.

"No," Touya sobbed, shaking. ""M not beautiful."

"You're so gorgeous, baby. Your cute ass taking my cock so good, your pretty tits, adorable stomach," Hawks grabbed his chest with one hand, the other hand rubbing his thigh. "Stunning face, pretty hands, heavenly eyes, you're breathtaking honey."

Hawks brought one hand to wipe Touya's tears away, then holding his face to make sure he was looking in the mirror. "Call yourself beautiful. Keep staring at your body and call yourself fucking gorgeous, pretty, anything baby. I'll make you feel so good. So fucking good."

Touya nodded slightly, trying to take a deep breath from his crying. "I- I'm beautiful," It wss almost instant that Hawks shoved him forward and started railing his ass into the bed. "Oh- OH fuuuck- Fuck, fuck, FUCK, please Keigo. Stop, it's too mu- UCH!"

He panted into the mattress, Hawks holding him in place as he tried to squirm away. "I'm gonna come Keigo- Pleas- OH GOD PLEASE!"

"C'mon baby, come for me," Hawks watched Touya's back arch, babbling and sobbing as he came on Hawk's hand. He stopped once Touya started whimpering, trying his best to move away.

Leaning forward, his hands ran up Touya's back, moving to give him a massage. Touya just groaned in response, turning his head to look at Hawks. "You okay, Dabi?"

He nodded, and Hawks pulled out, letting Touya lay down until he was comfortable. "I'll clean you up, just go to sleep."

Touya watched as Hawks left the room and was about to listen to him, when he remembered, Hawks didn't finish. After that orgasm Touya was given, he felt like Keigo deserved the same.

He stood up out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom Hawks walked into, only for Hawks to come out first. "Hey, c'mon, lay down," Hawks chuckled, leading him back to the bed.

"But Keigo," Touya practically whined as Hawks laid him down.

"Yes Dabi?"

"You didn't come, I want you to come," Hawk's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting that.

"You don't have to worry-"

"Please Keigo, let me help you come," He begged. Hawks thought about it, and then Dabi's ass was on display, his knees on the edge of the bed. "Please use me."

"Fuck, okay," Touya's eyes closed as his ass was full once again. He yelped as Hawks railed him. His voice got loud quickly, hands gripping the bedsheets.

He couldn't move, Hawk's hands holding him in place by the hips. Hawks groaned, still praising him despite being on the brink of an orgasm. Touya just felt another orgasm building up as Hawks came with a groan, giving a few more thrusts and stopping. Touya tried to catch his breath for just a few seconds, but Hawks was fucking him again.

"Come on baby, I felt it, you have another one for me baby. Come on, come for me," Touya's moans were just yelps and screams now, Hawks jacking him off at an alarming rate.

When something soft came up and rubbed the tip of his dick, he knew it was Hawk's feathers. He sobbed as he came again, burning the bedsheets with the grip he had on them.

He collapsed on the bed, whimpering and out of breath. "It- it still feels good," His voice was higher pitched than normal, still trying to catch his breath.

Hawks didn't respond, just standing up and picking Touya up. "You're going to need more than just a rag to clean up now."

Touya couldn't help but snort, not bothering to open his eyes to look where they were going. Soon enough, Hawks and him were in a shower. His legs were shaky, so he held onto Hawks in a loose grip, as Hawks helped clean him up.

He doesn't remember much after Hawks drying him off and laying him down. Maybe some of Hawks mumbling, helping him get comfortable, and then something cold on his ass. But he woke up naked in Hawk's wings, his wings also blocking out the golden sun.

He went to turn, but hands were dragging him back against Hawks, wings wrapping around him tighter. "Stay."

He just listening silently, relaxing his arms and wings, feeling genuinely at peace. Then Keigo mumbled "I love you, Dabi."

Touya's breath hitched, arms wrapping tughter around Hawks. "...Touya."

"Hm," Hawk's hummed, looking down at him. Dabi looked up, eyes looking tured but genuine.

"Call me Touya."