#okay so i was trying to gif something else and i accidentally caught the end of this scene

[cake-writes]

Just This Once

Pairing: Kakashi x Female!Reader

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, he gets lost in the sauce frfr, situationship… ish?, this man wants to RUN, disorganised attachment style (primarily avoidant), penis in vagina sex, teasing, edging (accidental), unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Kakashi discovers that he has a breeding kink. It's kind of a spiritual experience.

Inspired by @rookie98writes's fic Leave It On

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Kakashi isn’t used to the strange sort of domesticity that comes with being in a... whatever this is. It’s not quite a relationship. A situationship, maybe. He’d say it’s something more than friends-with-benefits, but the two of you aren’t really friends, either.  

You come together every now and then. That’s all. Like two passing ships in the night. 

So why is he standing in front of your stove, cooking dinner while you sort through the pile of unopened mail on your kitchen table? Why did he offer to water your plants while you were gone? Why does he want to do anything for you? 

Kakashi knows what it’s like trying to play catch-up after some time away from home—two months, in your case. He’d knocked on your door a few minutes ago with the intention of returning your key, and he must have caught you right after you got back from the store if the two bags of groceries on your kitchen counter were any indication. 

You looked so dead on your feet that Kakashi took over from there, unprompted. But now, as he stirs the pot of flavourful soup simmering away on the stove, his mind sees fit to wander.  

What the hell is he doing?  

He’s getting too attached. That’s what he’s doing.  

It’s that time again—time to cut and run, just as he always does when things start to become complicated. Kakashi makes a habit of ending any potential connection before it can even start, because he can’t afford to lose anyone else. He can’t get hurt if he never lets anyone in. It’s easier that way. 

“I need to schedule my injection,” you mutter to yourself as you read through one particular letter. Then you sigh and toss it back down onto the table, before you lean back in your chair and rub your tired eyes. “We should probably get used to using condoms again until I can book an appointment.” 

Your birth control must be overdue, then.  

“Sure,” Kakashi answers, feigning unbothered. The two of you used condoms in the beginning, but after a particularly gruesome mission that nearly saw him home in a box, Kakashi stopped reaching for the bedside drawer, and you stopped asking him to.  

He should have known then that he was getting too attached. 

Still, it’s your body. Whatever you want. He’ll end things in the morning either way. 

As Kakashi samples a bit of the soup he’s minding on the stove, pausing for a moment to add a bit more salt, it suddenly sinks in – really sinks in – what could happen if the two of you aren’t careful.  

He could get you pregnant. 

A jolt of arousal shoots through him.

Kakashi doesn’t want children, not now, not ever, which is why it doesn’t make a lick of sense that such a thing would turn him on. He likes the idea of his seed taking root inside of you. He might even enjoy it, the imagery his mind conjures—you bent over for him, begging him to give you a baby, your pretty yukata hiked up around your waist…  

His clan crest embroidered on the back of it.  

Kakashi swears.

You startle, looking over at him in alarm. “What happened? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” he lies. Then he proceeds to play it off like he burned himself, but he isn’t fine. No, that single thought, that single fantasy, scares the complete and utter shit out of him—but it turns him on even more, and that’s so much worse.  

He’s already too attached. 

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Kakashi doesn’t do feelings. He has them, of course, much like any other person, but he doesn’t let them show very often, and he certainly doesn’t talk about them. He won’t say in so many words that he cares; instead, he shows you through his actions alone. 

His knees brush the underside of your thighs as he settles between your legs, bracing himself with one hand beside your head.  

What a vision you make, spread out for him like this.  

Your lamp had blown when you went to turn it on, leaving the streetlights to illuminate your features in a sickly hue of yellow-green. It isn’t romantic in the least, but he can’t help thinking that you’ve never looked more beautiful than in this moment—maybe because it’s the last time he’ll ever get to see you like this.  

The sight of you, so needy and wanting, fills his chest with something bittersweet.  

The tomoe of his sharingan spins lazily as he memorises the curves of your body, the muss of your hair, the rise and fall of your chest as you work to recover from your first orgasm of the night. His fingers are still tacky with your essence, and he smears the residual wetness over the head of his cock.

“You should wear a condom,” comes your breathy whisper, but you make no move to stop him. Your eyes almost seem to glow as you peer up at him in the dark, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. 

“Mm. Do you want me to?” 

His question hangs heavy in the air. The only things Kakashi can hear are your soft breaths and the sound of his own steady heartbeat, which quickens with every silent second that passes.  

You want to say no, he realises.  

He wants you to say no. 

“I like it better without,” you answer quietly, and the implication isn’t lost on him. Not when you look up at him with those big doe eyes, like you don’t know the risk. 

Because there is a risk, and he knows it. Kakashi hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it all night—wicked thoughts, terrible thoughts—thoughts of filling your fertile womb with his seed, thoughts of watching your belly grow round with his child, thoughts of seeing his clan sigil stamped between your shoulder blades like a mark of ownership. 

His.  

Against his better judgement, Kakashi does exactly what he shouldn’t do. He agrees.

“Just this once.”  

Just like he says every other time—except every other time, there's never been a risk.

Your coy little smile prompts him to lower down onto an arm and settle more of his weight on you. Kakashi dips his head to kiss you indulgently, savouring the taste of you, the feel of you beneath him. He kisses you like he hopes to convey just how much he missed you while you were gone, like you might be able to taste the unspoken words that linger in his mouth. 

He kisses you like he means it—and he does. That’s why he needs to go. 

As his tongue twines with yours, Kakashi fills you in a slow, beautiful glide that wrenches a whimper from your throat. He knows he should go easy on you, but he relishes in the rapid flutter of your walls as you struggle to adjust to him after so much time apart. A surge of masculine pride washes over him, tinged with a hint of guilt for stretching you open like this. He isn’t exactly small, after all, but you take him so well. 

To ease any potential discomfort, he smooths his hand up the silky skin of your thigh in a soothing caress, before he trails gentle, placating kisses along your jawline. “Is this okay?” Kakashi asks, voice low, only to be rewarded with a particularly strong contraction that makes his toes curl. 

“More than okay,” you sigh. 

As a test, he shifts his hips. When Kakashi hears your breath hitch, he knows that you can handle more.  

He starts slow, rocking into you sensually, but he already knows that he isn’t going to last. It’s been just as long for him, and you’re tighter than you’ve ever been.  

“God, Kakashi, you feel so good.”  

So do you. Kakashi sucks a bruise on your neck in response, if only to muffle the sound of his own pleasure when your perfect cunt clenches around him again.  

He needs to pace himself, or he’ll finish too soon—but then you ask him for more, and what else can he do but oblige you?

He speeds up, not overly so, just enough that both of you can hear the slick, sloppy sounds of your lovemaking. The smell of your arousal permeates the air, and he’s tempted to have another taste. 

Later. 

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs into your ear. “Did you miss me that much?” 

Maybe he’s reassurance-seeking – just a little – but your answering whine tells him what he already knows. 

He’ll miss this. He’ll miss you. That’s why he needs to go. 

Kakashi doesn't want to think about that. He just wants to enjoy what little time with you he has left.

“Stay with me,” you rasp. You’ve always been good at noticing when he’s stuck in his head, but right now, Kakashi can’t help but wonder if you’ve just read his thoughts. You see through him so easily. It’s one of the things he likes about you. 

“Sorry,” he says with genuine apology, leaning in to capture your lips again. You let out a pleased hum into his mouth and lift your thighs up a little higher—an offering, one he’s more than happy to accept, even if he doesn’t plan to reciprocate your vulnerability.

It’s selfish, he knows. 

The new angle does something to him, or maybe it’s because he's well aware that it would be even easier to fill you up this way. He reaches deeper like this, and the tilt of your hips would perfectly hold his cum in place, increasing the chances that it’ll take. 

He wants it to take. 

Kakashi exhales a long, shaky breath. He shouldn’t want that as much as he does. He shouldn’t want it at all.  

“Close?”  

Yes, but he’s not going to tell you that. Kakashi pulls back to look at you, only to find you gazing up at him like he’s hung the moon. It makes his heart ache.  

He stamps it down. “I could be,” he teases lightly—a non-answer. “Are you?” 

When you open your mouth to respond, however, he snaps his hips forward suddenly to make you trip over your words. “I—shit,” you swear, and his eyes shine with silent laughter. Your own narrow playfully as you add, “I could be too, if you keep that up.”  

“Really?” 

To pick on you a little, Kakashi withdraws from your tight heat more slowly than he has all night, agonisingly slowly, until only the head of him remains inside; and then he lingers there, purposely, until the stirrings of impatience start to take you over.  

It’s cute, the frown you give him, the pout he sees beginning to form. “Don’t be mean,” you tell him sulkily. 

His lips tug up at the corners, revealing a hint of prominent canine. “Maa, I didn’t realise you were in a rush,” Kakashi drawls. “And here I wanted to take my time with you.”  

Before you can read too much into what he’s just said, he slams home. Hard.

Your startled gasp brings on a flicker of self-satisfaction deep within. Kakashi relishes in the knowledge that only he can make you feel like this—especially when he starts to fuck you in earnest, prompting you to fling your arms around his shoulders.  

“F-Fuck, Kakashi, oh my god—” 

“That’s it,” he encourages gently. “Hold onto me.”

He likes the closeness of it, the intimacy.

You cling to him like your life depends on it, which brings about a funny feeling in his chest that he can’t quite shake—something warm and gooey and affectionate.  

Kakashi stamps that down, too, and traces the line of your neck with his tongue, kissing and sucking at your sensitive skin until you shiver. Seeing your throat so littered with love bites unearths something within him, something primal that he’s always refused to name. He likes seeing the marks he’s left on you. He wants them to mean something.

He wants them to mean that you’re his. 

He’s too attached. 

To distract himself from what he intends to do in the morning, Kakashi picks up the pace, flesh smacking against flesh as he drives his hips into yours, fast and rough, exactly how you want it.  

It won't last long. He’s too worked up. 

Kakashi knows he’ll come before you do if he continues like this, but when he tries to slow down, you dig your heels insistently into his ass. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please—” 

“I’ll have to pull out soon,” he says raggedly, even though the thought of finishing in you already has him ready to blow.

When Kakashi feels you lock your ankles behind him, he nearly does.  

“I want it inside,” you whine, your breath fanning hot over the shell of his ear.  

His thoughts screech to a halt. You want him to come inside you, knock you up— 

“Fuck,” he curses, stopping abruptly, buried all the way to the hilt. His cock throbs wildly, desperate for release, forcing him to tightly grip the the sheets above your head in order to stave it off. 

If he moves right now, he’s done for.  

When you make a quiet, frustrated sound deep in your throat and wiggle your hips, Kakashi barely manages to hang on. He can feel that tell-tale flutter inside of you, the one that indicates exactly how close you are, but he’s closer. His breaths come out in short, sharp pants as he tries to hold himself together.  

You finish first. Always. 

“Don’t be mean,” you say again, but you sound a little more petulant this time.  

Kakashi lets out an exhausted sort of laugh and presses a wet smack of a kiss against your cheek, making you giggle. “You like it when I’m mean.”  

“I like it when you’re nice,” you clap back, voice breathy. 

Kakashi hums knowingly. “All right. I can be nice.”  

Then he pulls back just enough to pepper your face with kisses, and you squeal in delight, though it soon tapers off into a moan when he starts to trail them down your throat, each one more sensual than the last. He palms one of your breasts, gently squeezing, tweaking a nipple— 

“Come on,” you whine, digging your heels into his ass a second time. 

No more teasing. You want him to be nice.

You inhale sharply when Kakashi picks back up where he left off, this time with quick, shallow thrusts that target your g-spot. He smooths his hand down your side, savouring the softness of your skin, then he slides it in between your bodies to rub your clit in just the way you like—the way he remembers you like, because he’s too fucking attached. And sure enough, when your hips buck from the added sensation, he knows that it’s working for you. 

“If you—If you edge me again, I swear to god—” 

Upon hearing the indignation in your voice, Kakashi laughs softly. “I won’t.” 

Then he remembers that he won’t have a chance to edge you again. Not after tonight. 

His jaw tenses at the reminder. 

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you gasp, holding onto him, needing him, which pulls him right back into the present. “Come with me. Please?” 

Kakashi bites back a groan and slides in deeper, readying to do what his body craves. 

No. He can’t come with you. He’d have to finish inside in order for that to happen. 

And just like that, he’s back to teetering on the edge. The filth his mind conjures nearly proves to be his undoing—a vivid image of your tight, wet cunt wringing out every drop of his cum until it takes, tying you to him, making you need him. Making you his. The threat of it simmers under his skin, but it’s starting to feel more like a guarantee. 

Get her there, then pull out. 

Kakashi repeats those words in his head like a mantra, over and over, like it’ll ensure that he lasts, and it works—at least until you start to move your hips in time with his thrusts. You meet him at the perfect angle, sucking him deep on every stroke, allowing him to slide just beyond your cervix and into that spot that sends your voice into a fever pitch. 

A choked sob escapes you as you rake your nails down his back, leaving red lines in your wake. The sting of it only sends him higher, and he sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder to prevent himself from blowing too soon. 

“Right there, Kakashi, right fucking there—” 

Right there, so deep within you that if he came right now— 

He groans when he imagines what would happen, and it all ends with his baby in your belly and his family crest on your back. It shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does, yet he fucks into you with purpose, now—hard, deep, powerful thrusts that knock your headboard into the wall. 

Kakashi knows exactly what that purpose is. The primal part of his brain won’t let him forget it. 

“Yes, just like that, fuck me, make me fucking yours—” 

He kisses you to shut you up, because if he hears another syllable, he’s sure to fill you to the brim. It’s not a gentle kiss, not now. He holds your head in place with a firm grip on your jaw, shoves his tongue into your mouth, and still, he recites his mantra. 

Get her there, then pull out.  

Get her there, then pull out.  

Get her there, then—  

You jerk your head away to gulp in a breath of fresh air, chest heaving from exertion, and Kakashi’s eyes sweep over your face for any sign of discomfort. What he finds is the opposite, and he drinks in the pleasured scrunch of your brows, the hazy flutter of your eyelids, the kiss-swollen state of your lips. 

Watching your muscles tense and strain as you struggle to keep your eyes on his is one of the most intimate things he’s ever experienced. “Come inside me,” you beg, and he can hear the desperation there, see it written all over your pretty face. “I need it, I fucking need it, Kakashi, give me your cum—” 

“I’ll give it to you,” he chokes out. Anything for you. Anything you want. 

The way your fingers wrench into his hair belies a hunger that matches his own as you drag him down for another kiss, messy and insistent, demanding that he make good on his promise to pump you full. He can feel the ripple of your inner walls as you come undone, feel the painfully tight squeeze of your legs around his waist, holding him there, ensuring that he stays; and never in his life has he felt so overwhelmed.  

He can’t pull out. Not now. Not when you’re so willing to milk him dry. 

Kakashi kisses you with everything that he is as he shoves himself impossibly deep inside of you, acting solely on instinct to drown your cervix in hot, sticky spend. He lets out a sound of pure male satisfaction that you eagerly swallow down, your tongue massaging his in tune with every erratic jerk of his hips as he empties himself inside of you, painting your insides white.

It feels good. It feels right. 

He’s too attached. 

He doesn’t care. 

As he comes down from his high, all Kakashi can think about is how fucking risky it is, what he’s just done, which only ruins him more when the post-orgasm clarity finally hits. 

Why the hell did he do that?  

What the hell did he do?

Your thighs tremble and shake, a sign that he’s done his job well, though he feels no pride in it—just a growing sense of panic.  

He needs to go. He needs to go right now. Not tomorrow. Now. He needs to get the hell out of here and never look back, right fucking now.  

Then he hears your quiet sob, and his heart leaps into his throat. Kakashi jerks his head down to look at you, and when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks, he actually does panic.  

“Did I—Shit,” he quickly pulls out to check on you, more attentive than he’s ever been, “Did I hurt you?” 

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s accidentally hurt a woman during sex, but he really should have taken it easier on you. He probably went too deep, hit your cervix too hard. 

“No,” you sniffle. “I’m fine. I just... I really missed you.” 

Fuck. Don’t say that. You’ll make him want to stay.  

His eyes soften as they trail over your features – the colour of your irises, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips – and he gently smooths your tears away with the backs of his fingers. “I didn’t hurt you?” 

You shake your head and offer him a watery smile. “I also came really, really hard,” you add matter-of-factly, and he huffs out a relieved laugh. It’s hormonal, then. “They’re happy tears, Kakashi. Calm down.” 

Teasing or not, someone telling him of all people to calm down is an otherworldly experience. The phrase lands strangely, and for the first time since he came to see you tonight, his thoughts quiet down to a dull background murmur. 

They’re happy tears, you said. 

You’re happy with him. 

He’s happy with you, too. He doesn’t want to go. 

You frown, then, and lean up onto your elbows to look at him more closely. “What’s wrong?”  

Kakashi can’t be sure what you see in his expression to warrant that sort of question, but the fight finally leaves him. He sits back on his heels and drags a hand down his face, feeling defeated for a reason he can’t explain.  

“I was just...” Happy, for a moment. Happy to be with you. “Worried,” he finishes lamely. He can’t look at you, not when he feels the heat of a blush creeping up his neck. 

You laugh and gently cup the side of his face, turning him back towards you. “Okay. Well, I’m fine,” you pat his cheek in playful reprimand, “but I am leaking all over my clean sheets, and it’s your fault, so...”  

That draws his attention. When Kakashi sees the creamy mess spilling out of you, his flaccid cock twitches with interest even after he remembers why his stomach is in knots.  

“Sorry,” he says hoarsely, transfixed by the sight. 

He wants to do it again.

He shouldn’t want to do it again. He feels fucking crazy for having done it once already, when the two of you aren’t even in a relationship, let alone in any way prepared for a child. But again? A second time? He’d have to be certifiably insane. 

“It’s fine,” you reassure him, and Kakashi wonders how the hell you can possibly be taking it so in stride. He came a lot. There’s so much of it dripping out onto the sheets that it’s starting to create a small puddle under your ass, and there’s even more inside of you—a lot more, judging by how hard he came. 

It might take. It might seriously take, and you think it’s fine? 

“You’re doing it again,” you tell him, and his eyes snap back up to yours. He’s in his head again, you mean. Then you chew your lip for a moment, hesitation evident, before you ask carefully, “You’ve been acting a little… off tonight. Is everything okay?”  

Every single one of his instincts is telling him to run. That’s where this conversation always leads, but he’s not ready for it. Not yet. Maybe not ever. 

He swallows the lump in his throat. “I’m fine.” 

When you frown at him, skeptical, Kakashi shifts uncomfortably under your gaze.  

“Okay. I won’t pry. But, um, I’m here. You know. If you ever need to talk.” You say it a little awkwardly, like you aren’t sure if he’d be offended by the suggestion, and the worried crease between your brows only grows at whatever you see in his expression. “Or... Or not.” 

You laugh nervously, then, and shift away from him, only to wrinkle your nose when more of his cum oozes out of you.  

It’s cute. You’re cute. 

“You said it’s fine. Why?” The question leaves him before he even thinks it through, but it’s too late, now.  

“What?” 

This wasn’t the first time he’s come inside of you, not by a long shot, but it’s certainly the riskiest. “I finished inside. Aren’t you upset?” 

“What do you mean? You finish inside me all the—” Then you stop, and your brows shoot straight up onto your forehead. “Wait, is this about my birth control?”  

“Well, it’s overdue, isn’t it?”  

You stare at him for a prolonged moment, and he can almost see the gears turning in your head. Then your nostrils flare. “Are you kidding me? You thought my birth control was overdue, and you still—” Scandalised, you slap him on the arm. “Kakashi!” 

Oh. Well. It must not be overdue yet, then. 

Of course you wouldn’t let him come inside if there was a chance that you might conceive. He’s a fucking idiot. 

“That’s so bad! What if you got me pregnant?” 

A lick of heat shoots up his spine upon hearing you give voice to what’s been on his mind all night. Kakashi stares at you, wide eyed, and blushes all the way to the tips of his ears.  

You study his face for a moment, before you purse your lips, looking a little troubled. Or pissed off. He can’t really tell. “I mean... Did you want to get me pregnant?” 

“No,” he rushes to say, his cheeks burning hot because yes, he did, but not for real.  “No. Not at all. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, and...”  

And how the hell is he supposed to explain himself? Neither of you are exactly vanilla, you’ve explored a number of kinks together, but this is something else entirely. Then again, a breeding kink would make the most sense out of any, considering it stems from a biological urge to procreate. 

But would you even believe him if he said he only gets off to the fantasy of it, and not the reality? Because if a woman ever said that to him, he’d get the hell out of dodge as fast as he could. 

A sly smile tugs at your lips, then, a knowing smile, and Kakashi quickly averts his eyes to the window, embarrassed. 

“You like it, don’t you?” you hum, seductively walking your fingers along his bare shoulders. “You like the idea of knocking me up.” 

Refusing to look at you, Kakashi clears his throat, trying to ignore the arousal that comes on from your suggestive tone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“No?” The sheets rustle as you reposition yourself, and then, when your fingers delicately wrap around his cock, he inhales sharply and bites the inside of his cheek. “Then why are you so hard?”  

And he is, too. He’s already fully erect and ready for another round, and he knows that there’s no way to lie his way out of it anymore. As you start to work your hand over him in slow, sensual strokes, up and down, coaxing the answer out of him, his head drops back. “Because,” he rasps.  

The sheets shift again, and then you crawl into his lap. He welcomes you gladly, splaying his hand over your lower back to steady you, though he still can’t meet your gaze. He’s too embarrassed. 

“Because why?” you hum. Kakashi lets out a pleasured sigh as you kiss and suck your way up the side of his neck, stroking him steadily, before you purr into his ear, “Because you want to give me a baby?” 

A soft sound of approval rips out of his throat, and his cock twitches into your palm. “Don’t—Don’t say that,” he pleads. 

“Hm? Why not?” 

To hell with it. No sense in hiding it anymore. “Because I might actually do it.” 

“Yeah?” Your teeth tug playfully at his earlobe before you pull back to look at him, and Kakashi finally wills himself to meet your sultry gaze, humiliated though he is. “You know,” you muse, “I don’t like condoms for a reason. I wonder why?” 

The breath leaves his lungs with a whoosh.

Oh, he should have known. You’re just as filthy as he is. Of course you’d have a breeding kink, too, though he’s exceedingly grateful that you’d kept it to yourself until now. You’ve never been shy about sharing the things you enjoy, which means you probably figured out how he’d react. That’s the only explanation. 

He likes that you understand him as well as you do. 

He likes you.

“I think I might be able to guess,” Kakashi says knowingly, a smile playing at his lips. When he leans in to kiss you again, all he can think is: maybe it’s not a bad thing to be too attached. 

-

Snippet #1:

“You said it was overdue,” Kakashi tells you pointedly.

“No, I said I needed to make an appointment,” you correct, and he can see that you’re struggling not to laugh. “I still have, like, a week left on it. Ish. It doesn’t hurt to be careful.” 

While you cook breakfast for the two of you, Kakashi wraps his arms around your waist from behind and traces the shell of your ear with his tongue.  “What if I don’t want to be careful?”  

He feels the shiver wrack your body, but then you do laugh at him. “Down, boy. Three rounds wasn’t enough for you?” 

“Oh, I don’t know...” Kakashi pulls you back against him, allowing you to feel the answer for yourself, hard and insistent against your ass. “You tell me.” 

-

Snippet #2:

Kakashi hides his face in your pillow, feeling distinctly vulnerable without his mask. “Don’t tease me,” he groans, muffled. “I have a delicate constitution.” 

You cackle at his discomfort, like the cruel woman you are. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But I’m really, really curious.” Then you hum thoughtfully. “Do you want to know one of mine?” 

He lifts his head just enough to reveal one curious eye. 

You squirm a little, then, like you’re finally starting to realise exactly how embarrassing it is to talk about. “I, um...” A pause. “So, you know how...” Another pause, and you take a deep breath. “Okay. I like to imagine that I'm being used to—to repopulate a clan, I guess. Just, over and over. Lots of kids. But not for real.” 

He feels another jolt of arousal at your admission. 

Looks like you’re on the same page, then. 

Then Kakashi leans up onto his elbow to regard you properly, and then he lifts an eyebrow, as if to point out how closely that particular fantasy hits to home. 

That’s when you seem to realise who you’re talking to – the sole remaining member of a clan that could probably stand to be repopulated – and your eyes go wide, before you nearly trip over yourself to add, “It—It has nothing to do with your clan, specifically, Kakashi, it’s just—” 

“A fantasy,” he finishes for you, amused. 

 You worry your lip between your teeth and nod. 

“Well,” Kakashi says, considering his answer for a moment, “I might have imagined that, too. Specifically.” Then he gives you a roguish grin, intending to pay you back in kind for your teasing. “How many children do you think would be enough for my clan to be sufficiently repopulated, hm? I’m thinking eight.” 

Mortified, you bury your face in your hands. “Oh my god! Eight?” 

Payback’s a bitch. “Well, I was originally going to say ten, but—” 

When you squeal in embarrassment and yank the blankets over your head, Kakashi barely manages to stifle a laugh.  

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[kinopio-writes]

Hello! Could you write platonic Dad!Adam headcanons? Thank you,

A/N: Lol. Don’t expect too much out of this guy because…it’s Adam. Heavily focused on him rather than the reader, sorry. Also, I might have gone a little overboard with this one because, uh, this was supposed to be only headcanons as you said, and the not-requested ‘drabble’ ended up being a few scenarios with a one-on-one convo with Adam and Sera at the end. 3rd POV and the reader is referred to as they/it, btw. Enjoy.

Holy sh!t I reread your request again and I don’t know if you meant that the reader is supposed to be the child or fuuuuuuuu—tell me if that’s not what you wanted, I had fun writing this nonetheless.

Words: 727 (not including the bullet points, edited)

Warnings: Very vulgar language, Sex is mentioned, Adam being Adam

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How Adam would be as a Father (Reader is the child)

• first things first, the only way I can see Adam become a dad was because he accidentally impregnated a chick when she fucking swore that, oh, no, Adam, I’m on birth control. Oh, don’t worry, Adam, you don’t have to finish in my mouth. Oh, no need, Adam, I’ve got it covered. Oh, it’s okay, Adam—yes, this is Adam mocking her

• so imagine his surprise when he found a fucking child at his doorstep crying like a little bitch

• “What the fuck?” was his first reaction

• he’d find a note that said something-something about oh who gives a fuck about her and her sob story about having to leave the child in his care?

• what mattered was—“THAT FUCKING BITCH LIED TO ME!”

• after that whole ordeal, he would sit in his gigantic ass living room, slumping on his couch with arms crossed and grumbling complaints as if he was the child

• the first few weeks he would really just let someone else take care of the kid

• Lute would be the caretaker most of the time since she’s around Adam a lot

• the problem was that she’s an exterminator

• her purpose was to kill sinners and she certainly didn’t have babysitting on her list of skills

• so eventually, the responsibilities would fall back on Adam

• of course, he had attempted to get in contact with the woman

• he came back with nothing

• wait, nothing? Holy shit, he left the baby—

• and, if you’re wondering, I don’t think Heaven has adoption centers or whatnot because everyone is responsible when they’re thinking of having a child

• but, hey, how hard would looking after a child would be?

• probably accidentally dropped the kid once before

• will get mad that he can’t do his guitar solos because they would start to cry even louder

• has probably nearly suffocated it by leaving a pillow in their crib

• doesn’t know how to hold it properly

• eventually got it right by observing some of Heaven’s residents

• thinks he’s the best dad because of it

• speaking of residents, they most likely don’t know that the first man has a child

• dude, you really think he’d be caught dead with a kid?

• nuh-uh

• sometimes forgets he has a kid

• have left it in his—I headcanon—condominium completely unattended sometimes

• so, uh, yeah…not looking good for Adam here

let’s get on with the scenarios, shall we?

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Adam covered his ears with his silk pillows, trying to muffle the sounds of that brat’s whining.

“Ugh! Shut up, Shut up!” Of course, it didn’t shut up.

He banged his head on the pillow repeatedly, swearing he was going to fucking throw this fucking child off the fuCKING BALCONY IF IT DOESN’T SHUT UP—

He had enough and went over to the crib in the corner of his bedroom, snarling. “Y’know, since your mommy was such a quiet whore you’d expect the brat to act the same. She should’ve been honored that she even got my dick. Mine. And this is how she fucking repays me?” The child in question looked up at their father, their cries coming to an eventual stop as he rambled on and on. “Finally.”

The moment he left their sight, however, they started to cry once more.

“OH MY GOD—”

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Adam arrived home tired as shit balls.

“Not fucking now, bitch,” he dismissed when they reached for him from their place in the crib as he flopped himself on his king-sized bed. At least it wasn’t crying. Rather, it was babbling and flailing its hands and feet. While it was a nice change, it was still annoying to listen to.

Eventually, he decided to shut it up and lazily dragged himself over to the crib, picking it up in his hands and setting it near his shoulder.

“Ugh, there there. Or whatever.” He idly patted the child’s back, plopping back on his bed.

Surprisingly, the kid soon fell asleep without further complaints, nuzzling into their father’s comfortable robe.

Ugh, rude. It fell asleep before he could bitch about his day as he usually did. Instead, he grumbled his own day to himself, his eyelids growing heavy as time passed by.

Adam later dozed off with the baby in his arms, snoring loudly as his wings wrapped around him and the child in his seldom peaceful slumber.

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The living room was dark. Heaven’s natural light poured through his open windows and the TV played a movie that was most definitely not suited for young audiences. At least it wasn’t anything sexual. Heaven forbid.

In the midst of the oddly serene environment that is Adam’s residence, holy light flashed from beside his couch and the tall figure of Sera appeared. Adam instantly turned the TV off.

“Adam, pardon my intrusion. You still haven’t submitted your forms and they were due yesterday—” Sera interrupted herself when her eyes landed on the baby next to the first man.

“Sera, what gives? Can’t you see I’m busy? Where’s your sense of privacy? Jeez.”

“Adam, is that a child?” she asked rather accusatorily.

“Ugh, yeah, so what?”

“I didn’t think you would—where’s your wife?” She brushed her hair back behind her shoulder, her brows furrowed. “Um, I figured that after Lilith and Eve—”

“Pshh, you’d think this guy would settle down for anyone? Puh-lease. Imagine a world where you can’t fuck the original dick. Worse than any nightmare you could ever dream of.” Adam averted his gaze as his shoulders tensed up.

“So you care for this child alone? By yourself?” Sera looked more worried than ever, which Adam instantly latched on to.

“Are you doubting me? I started humankind—I know what I’m doing.” He settled his arms on the headrest, legs raising to rest on the coffee table as he gave a lazy shrug.

“How long have you kept this child?”

“What’s with all the questions? Uh, I dunno, more than two months, I guess?”

“What is its name?”

“Oh, uh…” Shit. He didn’t really think about that. He only kept calling it ‘kid’ or ‘brat’. “Adam Jr!” he blurted out the first thing that went through his mind. “Yeah, that’s right, everyone would immediately know that this kid is from me, Adam.”

Sera only narrowed her eyes. “Very well. I’m surprised you managed to keep this hidden from me. The child—”

“Adam Jr.”

“…Adam Jr. seems to be doing fine in your hands. But raising a child is no easy feat, Adam.” She took a deep breath in and closed her eyes momentarily. “We will have our discussion regarding your work tomorrow. Have a good night.”

As the seraphim was engulfed with holy light once more, vanishing as quickly as she came, Adam was left to think if the hassle was really worth this brat.

[littlelambscandyland]

Bunker Down

Yan!Platonic Daddy Stanford x Fem!Reader, Side Yan!Platonic Uncle Stanley x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Forced Age Regression, Kidnapping, Use of Daddy (Non-Sexual Obviously), Accidental Self Injury, Time shit I don’t understand, Implied spell casting induced age regression, Reader is implied to be 20,  Ford has blue eyes cause I fucking said so, not matching to the canon ending

Your eyes burned from your sleep. The bones in your body sore and unmoving. You were content on letting yourself rest, allowing yourself some form of recuperating. Want and need were two different things, however, and you found yourself crawling from your covers. With Dipper and Mable leaving just a week ago things are still struggling to get back on track.

Something caught your eye, or rather your feet, when you left your bed. The floor was oddly soft. Now that you think about it, so was the bed. The bed that most certainly wasn’t yours in a room that also was definitely not yours. Your eyes still burn, but your curiosity burns harder.

You stand up with caution and exhaustion. The door was easy to spot among the slightly bright room. It reminded you of the room you saw taped in the back of the first journal, but that couldn’t be the same room. No, that room was your nursery. The room Ford built just for you after your sudden appearance in his life. It did look like it though. Different yet the same.

A part of this situation made you sad. The remembrance of loss and odd deja vu feeling of the room decor made you uneasy. Not the best way to start the day for sure.

Your hand clasped the golden handle and immediately turning it, or trying to. The door knob didn’t turn. The door barely even shuddered when you panicked and slammed yourself against it. It was a chilling realization when you figured out the door wasn’t actually wooden, just painted. You found out when the cold metal dislocated your arm from the pressure.

Your cries of pain stirred something up because a red light blinked above the door lit up and washed over you. Nothing happens. Nothing comes to stop you from angrily banging on the door.

It lasted a while. Sitting on your knees scratching at it with wavering hope. You were tired, but it felt like it’d been so long.

Finally the door opened. Frantically your father, Ford, entered the room. For an old man he moved quickly. All those years running must’ve made him tough if nothing else. He threw you in his arms and rushed you back over to the bed while muttering to himself. He sat with you looking over your damaged arm and hands.

“F-Ford…” You called out to him wearily.

You’d never called him your dad. Not since he’d come back. Not since being alone for so long. You couldn’t bring yourself to rely on him. You couldn’t be his daughter, not when he doesn’t even seem to feel that you are either.

“Dad.” He says searching a bag full of bandages.

You take it back, maybe he did think you were his kid.

“Wha- Just what’s happening?” Your voice rang through the quiet room.

Ford stopped searching and the scuffling noises ended. He didn’t answer. Instead, he works on your hands. Torn flesh wrapped delicately in the bandages. Did you really scratch that hard?

You look up impatiently. “Ford-”

“Dad.” Ford says, wrapping the bandage tighter than needed.

“Fine- Fucking- Dad. What is going on?” You asked anxiously.

“It’s-” He stops. “Hold on one second this is going to hurt.”

He wraps his hand around your wrist and then places his other on the crook between your arm and neck. Ford tightens his hold slightly and pushes hard on your arm. A gasp and a scream leave your mouth as he pops your arm back into its proper place. He pulls you closer into himself and pets your head.

“C’mon, sweetie, it’s okay.” He coos at you. “Shhh-shhh… Daddy’s here.”

As the pain faded he continued to work on wrapping your arm.

“You didn’t answer my question…” You drew out.

“It’s complicated to explain.” Your father answers, finishing your arm. “Overall…” He trails. “I’m just trying to keep you safe. I missed so much and, and so did you.”

“So… Your solution was a concealed box?” You ask.

You couldn’t quite wrap your mind around what he was trying to prove. Why were you locked in? If this was to keep you safe why not lock things out? Your curiosity showed on your face. The slight shake in your hands giving way to your fear.

“I didn’t think you’d wake up so early… Or try to tear the door down. You can’t go acting all crazy like that, kiddo. Why do you think you’re hurt?” Ford says concern lining his scarred face.

“That doesn’t- Why aren’t you answering my questions!?” Your panic voice breaks through.

“I know! I know. I’m just trying to save you…” He sighs and grabs your arms lightly. Ford frowns as you try to pull away. “I just want to have my baby girl back… I think we both deserve that. Don’t you a princess?” He asks hopefully.

It makes sense, a bit, why he’d do this. Bill had thrown you threw a portal at such a young age. This portal threw you years in time. You grew up alone in a completely different time. You made it to your teenage years without anyone. You did it! And you were so proud of yourself. Then again you missed out on being a kid. You missed your father. You missed everything, but, then again, so did he.

These thoughts didn’t shadow your panic. All this made sense, in a way. The man's mind was most likely fractured from all he’s suffered through the years. What you didn’t understand was the nicknames, or the room, or, now that you’ve noticed, the clothes.

His mind may be broken, but how old did he think you were? How old did he want you to be?

You sighed. “Ford…”

“Dad.” He cut you off quickly. A panicked laugh followed after. “I’m your father. I should be treated like your father.” His words rush out.

“Okay, I get it. But you still aren’t really explaining anything to me! Like the clothes, the room, fuck, the-the door? What exactly are you hoping to gain and what exactly is the plan here?” You integrate the man.

Ford lifts you into his arms with ease. Your tense body seemingly makes no difference to him. Your face to face with him, his broken frames shadow some of the intensity in his eyes. Blue eyes darkened by age and trauma. Your heart pounds dangerously hard against your ribs. Eyes wide and panicked matching his tired and manic orbs.

Ford rests his head against yours, but doesn’t close his eyes. His intense gaze frightens you and you close yours tightly to avoid his own.

His voice comes out thick and heavy. “I know… It seems radical. I know, you’re scared.” Your father says, moving away, cupping your face in his large hands. “I just want us to be happy again,” He whispers desperately. “Is it that bad to want to see my baby grow up?” His voice breaks. “I know, I know it seems odd right now, but you’ll get used to it! You can be daddy’s little girl again! Wouldn’t that be nice? No more worries just you, me, and occasionally your Uncle Stan.” He finishes with a smile filled with hope and delusion.

“I think,” You say, trying to pull away. “You need to take some time to- to calm down… Everything that’s happened and after all that occurred Dipper and Mable had to go home. I get it your- your stressed, but I really don’t think you’re thinking straight. Y- Y’know?” You plead to him.

Ford says nothing. His grip tightens every time you try to wriggle out. You’d never felt afraid of him until now. The lack of natural light, the decoration, the words from his lips, all have you in a state of fear you've never experienced before. Which was saying something because you’ve been through some stuff.

His eyes harden and he’s suddenly standing with you in his arms. Ford walks out of the room and up a set of stairs. Were- were you in the basement? Surprising you a bit when you made it to the door at the top of the stairs you weren’t met with the inside of the shack rather you found yourselves in the hall between the two mens’ rooms. Confusion crosses your face.

“We added a separate entrance so it’d be more safe. On top of that it’s more discrete.” Ford smiles pridefully.

You try to leave the older man's grip again, hoping maybe you could find some comfort in being a few steps away from him. This hope dies quickly when he simply switches you to his other hip. How the hell is his 70 year old ass able to hold you for so long? Your fear boils over to anger as you try to push yourself out of his arms.

“Ford! Ford put me down!” You shout pushing as much as he pulled.

He wrestled with you all the way to the living room. His grip was tight enough to carry you even while you tried to fight.

“That is enough young lady!” He shouts and plops you down onto… Another lap? “I’ve had enough of this little tantrum. Now you're going to sit there and be good for Stan while I get you breakfast. Am I understood?”

Your heart stopped. Not even when you were little did he yell at you. You were always his “little angel”. You never got in trouble. It was startling to hear him angry at you.

“Don’t think you answered your old man there sweetheart.” Stan chimed in.

Realization hit you for a moment. Your father threw you straight onto your uncle's lap… And your uncle seemed completely fine with what was going on… Are you going crazy?

“Why- I - uh - I…” You trailed on in a stuttering line.

“C’mon I know you’re young, but spit it out will ya.” Stan says with faux irritation.

“What- What is wrong with the two of you?!” You shout in frustration.

You try your best to scramble off of Stan's lap. A fight you lost very quickly when the old man crushed you into a bear hug. Through your pleas of “let me go” and “why are you doing this” you were cooed and hushed at. You found that your uncle seemed to find some sort of humor in your “tantrum”. He shouted jokes to Ford about how much more difficult you were being all because of a little change. How you were so pitiful it was cute.

Your movements came to a halt when you heard your father clearing his throat. Stan makes another joke about how you’re really in trouble now. Your eyes water quickly and your breathing becomes erratic. Before Ford could even scold you for you “bad behavior” you were having a full blown panic attack.

The whole thing happened in a blur. Warm arms and a faint glowing light. You felt so much smaller so quickly. It’s like the world changed course. You were so angry and now you felt so much more dependent.

“Please… Daddy, I don- I don’t understan…” You sniffle out onto his shoulder.

Your arms wrap around him as tightly as his wrap around you. Your head felt so much fuzzier.

“Told ya’ this would be faster poindexter, then again didn’t think ya had it in ya’.” Stan says proudly from his chair.

You peek over your daddy's shoulder… What’d he mean by that? Aside from the fogginess you felt fine. What’d they do?

“It’s just till she gets used to things…” Ford says while rubbing his hands over your back.

“Sure it is,” Stan says. “Anything to get your little angel back huh?”

Your father rests his head on yours. “I already have her, she just needed a little help.”

[divine-donna]

hey, can you make Miguel O'Hara X gender neutral reader? Where reader (Miguel lover) accidentally get teleport or glitch in the spider verse where they (the Spidey's) were in the middle of chasing miles? Thank you! <3

hi anon. i'm happy to write this for you.

i wrote this in the form of headcanons rather than a fic. i'm still recuperating from finishing dragon age: inquisition, the succession finale (even if it was like a week ago), my adrenaline high from the across the spiderverse, and the other things i have written already.

some creative additions i made: this is a spidey! reader. i think it naturally made more sense to have a spidey! reader rather than a civilian. i would have to jump through a lot of hoops for a civilian reader to make sense and my brain does not have the capacity to jump through those hoops right now.

you deserved a well needed rest. after all the work you had been pulling to keep the multiverse safe, it was the least you deserved. especially a nap.

what you didn't expect when you went home was to just fall asleep on the couch.

you had gone out with your friends, finally caught up with them, and changing into some comfortable lounging clothes. you had plans to watch the newest 3 hour long ego project the director called a movie. and naturally because it was 3 hours long and an ego project filled with nothing, you ended up falling asleep.

what you forgot to take off was your multiversal band. you always kept it on in case of emergencies.

you also had a habit of rolling around in your sleep a bit. and you don't have the best luck with technology.

naturally your band malfunctions and you're thrown into the portal and transported back to hq.

ideally you didn't want to be falling through the space. but you were. and that woke you up.

"fuck! fuck! fuck!"

you had no web shooters. why would you? who sleeps with web shooters anyways? (actually there are some spider people that might)

and the worst part is, no one seemed to notice that you were falling. because they were busy doing something else.

when you squinted your eyes, you saw what was happening: every single spider-person that was at hq was chasing after one singular spider-person.

you didn't know who it was but from the looks of it, it looked like a young spider-person. someone who was only a kid.

if only you weren't just free falling-

"(y/n)! what are you doing here!" a familiar voice exclaims.

he caught you in midair, swinging safely to the nearest platform that wasn't stampeding with spider people and other variations of spider totems to set you down.

you took in his appearance. his hair was disheveled and his fangs were poking out. you also noticed his talons were out too and his breathing was heavy.

"i...i was teleported here on accident." you explain. "what is going on?"

"i can't talk right now. go back home! it's supposed to be your day off!" he gives you a small kiss on your cheek and prepares himself to jump off the platform.

"miguel, who is that?"

"miles morales. he disrupted a canon event and now the multiverse is at stake! and we're trying to prevent him from causing another one."

"okay well did you try talking to him?"

"of course!" he exclaims, turning to look at you. "it's the first thing i did. but he doesn't want to listen. now i have to catch him before he disappears!"

he doesn't even wait for you to respond before jumping off. as much as miguel loved you and loved talking to you and cherished your presence, he had to catch up to miles. he had to stop him.

he had to save the multiverse.

you were left with a sinking pit in your stomach. something told you that today was not the day to take off.

but first you needed to find lyla or margo to help with your watch so you can grab your suit and equipment and come back.

[lovelywritinglady]

Strangers (Part.2)

Reiner Braun xfem!reader

Three years later and you finally meet him again. But this time as strangers. Will you reconcile?

Angst, mentions of trauma and death. Reiner has low self worth. Talk of suicide, blood, and violence. Fluff, happy ending…

Reiner’s Pov

It’s been three years to the day since the day I lost her. Every moment I’ve spent has been filled with memories of her. Her scent, touch, and voice fill me with sadness and regret. I need to see her, but she’s so far from me now. The future is so unpredictable now and war has been upon Marley for some time. I wonder what’s she’s doing. What she looks like now and how beautiful she’s gotten.

I stared at the sea, the very one that separates us. Wishing she were here to see what I see. Wishing I were holding her hand here, making her laugh, telling her jokes. But I’m not, and she’s not here. I’m scared I’ll never be able to see her again or hear her sweet voice calling my name.

“Damn it all.” I sighed breathing in the salty sea air. I was trying not to think of her anymore as I could feel tears beginning creep.

I began walking along the docs admiring the markets and people around me. I had no where in particular to go as it was my day off, which was rare. There were so many people out today and I found myself accidentally bumping into a few. My head was fuzzy as I tried to push my emotions back once more. I wasn’t looking where I was going this time and bumped into someone and made them fall to the ground. My thoughts came back to me and I focused on the person I accidentally shoved.

“I’m so sorry are you okay.” I said frantically not looking at their face still. I grabbed their hand as I pulled them up. I locked eyes with them and suddenly the whole world stopped. The very air from my lungs had left me and the tears that I was trying so desperately to hold back were starting to fall. As the very person I have needed, loved, and desired was right in front of me and I had just bumped into her.

“Y/n…”

Your pov

One hour earlier…

We finally docked onto Marley dressed as ordinary people because if even one person caught wind that there were enemies on this island, then all hell would break loose. Truthfully, the only reason we were here was to see the other side of the sea. For me, I came to see him. I needed to, my whole body craved it. I hate him, at least I think I do. I love him, but I know that I shouldn’t. Or should I?

Once we left the boat, we were each given time to explore. Levi instructed us to all meet by the woods by sundown as that’s where we’d be staying. He also suggested to go in pairs, but I was on a mission, one more important than anything else. I needed answers and I needed them from him. One hour later I somehow made it to a market filled with people and things I’d never seen before.

“Damn it all.” I sighed walking through a large crowd.

Despite my mission, I was simply awestruck by these people. Many of different faces than I had seen on my island. They were beautiful and it felt nice seeing so many happy people together. I thought about him walking through these very streets. Had he come here often? Was he even interested in markets? What was he doing now? All of those thought plagued my mine and made me feel hazy. Something shiny caught my eye and I turned to look at it from a distance. However, much to my bad luck, I wasn’t paying attention and got thrown off my feet by what felt like a ox.

“Ouch.” I whispered feeling the wind leaving my lungs slightly.

“I’m so sorry are you okay?” The rather familiar voice spoke out in concern.

And just as I was about to respond the figure grabbed my hand and began pulling me to my feet. Once I was balanced, I looked up. Shock waves shot through my body as the very persons I had sought out was right in front of me. The person I loved more than anything was right in front of me more handsome than he was when I lost him…

“Reiner?”

Reiner pov

“Y/n.” I whispered. “Are you real?” I asked not truly believing the breathtaking sight in front of me.

“I hope so.” She responded giving me a smile.

“Hi.” I said awkwardly 

“Hi.” She whispered

“How… how are you?” I asked her after a few moments of simply staring at the woman I loved.

“Relieved.” She replied as a year left her eye.

“Me too.” I admitted. “Y/n, you’re so beautiful.” I whispered breathlessly losing myself in her magical eyes.

“Thank you.” She whimpered as more tears left her.

“Here, please.” I told her as I reached into my coat pocket, taking out a clean handkerchief and handing it to her. As I did, our hands brushed slightly making me let go of a breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding.

“Oh thank you.” She said quickly as she wiped her tears.

“Wanna go somewhere more private?” I asked her hoping she’d say yes.

“Yeah, as long as you don’t try anything mister.” Y/n joked chuckling a bit as I laughed too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” I joked back.

“I hope so.” She spoke in a hushed whisper and I could tell she meant to say that to herself so I didn’t respond back.

“I have a good spot on the beach that should be pretty private.” I told her.

“Do you take all of your girls there?” She joked nudging my shoulder slightly. I missed this. I missed her. I just hope that I can find the perfect words to say to her.

“Nah, just you.” I replied seriously looking at her for a moment as we walked side my side to the beach.

“Good.” She smiled

After a few moments of walking and small talk, we made it to my spot. I helped her down to this small cave that most locals didn’t bother going to as it wasn’t as exciting as the rest of Marley. It was a peaceful little cave that was about 6 feet wide and 10 feet long. At the very end of it, you could see the water rising and falling. The sounds of the waves crashing echoed through the spot making a private conversation possible.

“It’s beautiful here. Good spot there Reiner.” She complimented looking around the sea cave. “As beautiful as it is, I need to speak to you about not so pretty things. But I think you know that.” She told me seriously looking straight into my eyes.

“I agree. What do you want to speak about. I promise to tell you anything you’d like to know.” I reassured her.

“Who are you?” She asked simply.

No one’s pov

“My name is Reiner Braun. I’m a warrior of Marley and I’m the holder of the armored titan.” Reiner replied seriously as he stood to the wall of the cave.

“Is see. Who else are you?” You questioned him trying to assess him.

Reiner stilled for a moment trying to decipher the right words to say and what you meant in that very moment.

‘Who am I?’ Reiner thought to himself

The two of you sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, but was really just a few minutes. Reiner had forced himself into an internal conflict with himself at your question. He hasn’t really given who he really was much thought for a long time. He thought he knew, he thought that after the battle at Wall Maria, that he knew who he was. However, with you standing right in front of him after so many years apart, he began questioning everything once again. He took a deep breath letting the salty sea air fill his lungs. He then looked into your eyes giving you a pained, but loving look as the words he needed finally came to him.

“Y/n… I’m not just Reiner Braun, Warrior of Marley. I’m also…” Reiner paused for a moment. “I’m also a man so desperately and completely still and utterly in love with the woman who stands in front of me. And with everything that I have and everything that I am. I’m so sorry for everything that I put you through on your island. For every death, every shitty memory you have because of me, for all of the people I’ve hurt. All I want is to die because of it I know I deserve to suffer for all f the shit I pot you and everyone else through. But I’m not sorry for falling in love with you. For wanting to be with you and for all of the years that I’ve spent missing you.” Reiner admitted as he began sobbing at all of the memories that he had.

“Reiner…” you sighed fresh tears beginning to spill. You couldn’t think of what to say as the confession that you wanted to hear but weren’t sure you are going to receive was just announced by him.

All you could do in that very moment was warp yourself around him. All you could think was to hold him. Your anger was overlooked my your intense love for this man, for Reiner Braun. You held him so tightly against you not wanting to let him slip away once again. You felt him stiffen slightly but hold you just as tightly. You felt him nuzzle into your hair.

“Oh Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry. I love you.” He spoke desperately feeling free that he was able to tell you the words he’s been waiting years to finally say once more.

“I missed you.” You admitted feeling anxious about saying it back but knowing you needed to. You turned your head up looking into his honey colored eyes and finally spoke the words that you were needing to say. “I love you too. I never stopped.” You told him still holding onto his muscular body.

“Good.” He whispered giving your forehead a affectionate kiss.

“You really hurt me though Reiner and despite the years apart, I’m still hurt.” You said feeling the pain you had felt for the last three years come back however a little less this time.

“I know, and I understand if it will take you time. Just know that I’ll wait as long as you want because you’re worth everything y/n.” Reiner says holding you against him once more.

“Thank you, I think I might have to go soon. But please let me stay here for a little while longer.” You pleated.

“Darling, you can stay here until time itself comes to an end.” Reiner spoke seriously

“Good, because I never want this feeling to end. And I promise you will see me again.” You said kissing his chest.

“I’m looking forward to it, Y/n…”

Thank you so much for reading💜This is the last part of this. Although I might and a prequel to this short series about how these two met and how they feel in love.

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The Fallen Star ✨ Wish Reimagined

Chapter 3 - The roses

Tw: nightmare, fire, small prick I guess? it's a thorn, swearing as always, it's Asha and by that I mean it's me

Chapter 2

Asha is burning.

She's screaming, she's being crushed. The crackling of fire echoes in her ears, drowning out her own cries.

Everything is bright, but there's a single pair of eyes staring at her from behind the flames.

(Imagine something like this shot from The Owl House)

The creature tilts its head, its expression unreadable. It emits a series of musical tones, like a melody woven from starlight and moonbeams. Asha feels a strange pull, as if the creature is trying to communicate with her through some arcane language she can't quite grasp.

The roof caves in and crashes down, obscuring Asha's view of the figure. The collapse pushes the rubble further into Asha, squeezing the air out of her lungs.

Someone pulls the rubble off her. She wants to yell. Watch out! You'll get crushed too!

They say something. Asha can't hear them. She wants to reach out. Stay with me. The words are on the tip of her tongue. Her throat is parched.

Don't go back in! she wants to cry. Someone's in there!

Why are you leaving me—

She wakes with a gasp, something flat and wet catching the inside of her mouth.

Asha hacks. Valentino had accidentally licked her tongue.

She wipes her tongue and takes a moment so her eyes adjust to the darkness. In the dim light filtering through the curtains, she can make out the familiar details of her bedroom. But with it, she can also see the memories of the dream, crisp and fresh in her mind.

The feeling of panic, of helplessness... she won't be able to fall back asleep, not with the echoes of their screams still haunting her.

This was bullshit. She shouldn't be affected this much by a stupid book. It was just a light.

Asha gets up. She does not tremble.

She unties her hair scarf. Valentino raises his head, his cheek fluff smushed flat from the blanket.

Asha smiles softly and pets his velvety ear. Val bleats quietly, and Asha kisses his forehead.

"Stay here, baby," she whispers, grabbing her cloak. “I’m going for a walk. I'll be back in a bit. Go back to bed, okay?”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The air is cold, but the crispness is a shock to her system that Asha desperately needs. She decides to head to the gardens.

She smiles softly as she remembers the gardens of her childhood. They had roses there, too. Asha used to paint the white ones red.

Red like fire.

Asha hurries on.

She tucks her hands inside her cloak pockets as she walks across the checkered-grass floor. Asha stops at a pocket of daffodils, walking between them and sitting down, careful not to disturb the petals.

Asha watches the flowers dance in the wind, effortless and elegant. She brushes her hand along a row of them.

Right before she reaches the end, she pricks her hand on a thorn. Asha swears under her breath, pushing back the flowers to see a single strewn white rose laying amongst the crowd.

Asha picks it up and stares at it in distain. At a glance one might gloss over it. Even now, a drop of crimson blood painting the petals, the rose blended in quite well with the daffodils.

But up close, it wasn't fooling anyone.

Asha plucks off the petals and tosses away the thorny stem, watching the wind carry the petals... and something else, too. A quiet conversation, approaching Asha's location.

“Baz, I told you, it’s fine, Dahlia just wanted us all there.”

“Argh, but what if we get caught?” came the responding whisper. “Safi, I– I–”

“Hey, breathe,” Safi whispered. “We’re al– a– ACHOO! Why are there so many flowers?”

“Hehe. We’re in a garden…”

“Heh. Made you laugh.”

Asha rolls her eyes and makes her way out of the flowers, making sure her footsteps are heavy enough to catch their attention.

“Eep! Your nose gives away your lies! Hide, Safi!”

“Oof!”

Asha rounds the corner, and Bazeema hides her face as the bush next to her sneezes.

"Ah. Bashful. What are you doing here?” Asha asks, entertaining the other girl’s silly fantasy.

Bazeema peeks open her eyes and lowers her hands. “H-hi, princess. I- I –”

“Speak properly.”

“I–” The girl swallows. “I like to come to the gardens to get inspiration for my designs,” Bazeema squeaks out. “I’m a weaver. My hijab this morning– I made it myself. I’m actually really proud of the design–”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I don’t care,” Asha says. “What are you doing out at this time?”

Bazeema blinks. “I, um… couldn’t sleep. I was worried about Hal.”

“Pfft. Worried?” Asha smirks.

Bazeema looks firmly at the princess. “Yes," she whispers.

Asha frowns. “Right. Uh. Sorry... that your friend is now depressed.”

“Hal has been through a lot, and yet she still smiles. It’s… a trait I admire about her.” Bazeema’s face takes on a wistful look.

Asha is about to respond, but then the bush sneezes again.

“Welp! Time to go, oh I am rather exhausted! Maybe I need that spindle idea of yours!” Bazeema peeps, ushering Asha out of the gardens. “Thank you for gracing me with your presence, princess! Sweet dreams!”

The gates slam in her face.

Asha blinks.

She entertains the idea of throwing Bazeema out the castle windows.

(Can't find the gif, but Bazeema is the old man that Emperor Asha would punish for throwing off her groove)

“So, you admire Hal, huh?”

“Oh, shush, Safi!”

The sound of footsteps retreat. Asha pushes open the gates.

“That was shady,” Asha says, pulling her cloak hood over her hair and shadowing the two teens.

She sneakily follows the two teens to the chicken coop. She peeks around the corner to see the seven teens holding candles and quietly catching Bazeema up to speed.

“I fell asleep in while cleaning my dad’s armour, and I heard something." Sleepy's voice.

“It nearly killed me!” Gabo huffs. “Abuela told me to go see what was causing a ruckus. That could've been the last she saw of me!”

“Baaaaa!”

Asha covers her mouth with her hand to silence her yelp as Valentino pops up beside her. “Jeez, baby! You scared me!” Asha whispers, pulling the goat close.

Dario signs something, not paying attention to the conversation.

“We trapped it inside the coop, but it’s scaring all the chickens,” Safi says worriedly.

I think they're performing an opera, Dario signs, grinning.

Gabo stares in disappointment at his friend, then moves on. “That’s why we sent you to get Bazeema. You’re worrying about the birds too much when you’re here,” he grumbles to Safi. “They’ll be fine.”

“The chickens probably think it’s a fun surprise,” Hal offers. “They sound like they’re having fun.”

“And why wake us all up for this?” Dahlia yawns. “Dario, put the soap down. Where did you even get that?”

It flew out of the coop! Dario grins. He signs with one hand, spelling out some words since the other hand is occupied with holding the bar of soap. I think the chickens laid it. It smells like apple. Hey, do you think this is related to the S-

"Dario, for the last time, spoons cannot be ingested," Dahlia says, massaging her temples while Safi takes the soap from a frowning Dario.

Simon looks nervous. “Well… my papa’s one of the bookkeepers for the castle. I think I know what’s in there—”

Suddenly, Valentino wriggles out of Asha's grasp.

"Valentino!" Asha whisper-shouts as the goat and runs towards the teens. Dario notices the blur of fluff heading towards him and stumbles back, dropping his candle and colliding with Simon, who's already snoring against the wall.

The impact shakes the wooden support beam, and a pile of baskets falls down on Dario’s head. Bazeema yelps and swats at the baskets, crashing into Safi behind her.

The two fall down, almost knocking over Dahlia, but Gabo pulls her out of the way and stomps out the fire Dario's candle lit.

"Okay, spy! Reveal yourself before I do something I won't regret!" Gabo snaps. Dahlia shushes him.

Asha rolls her eyes and pulls down her hood, stepping into the light. The teens' eyes widen, and they scramble up, quickly dropping into a bow.

All except Dario, that is. He was still peering into the chicken coop.

Hal pulls her friend into a bow.

(I can't find a picture but it's like that part in the movie where the seven teens bowed down to Queen Amaya)

"Threatening a royal, Grumpy?" Asha tuts. "Keep it up and I'll have your friend's precious chickens filleted."

Gabo snarls, but stays quiet.

"Now, care to tell me why you stole my goat?" Asha asks. "And what are you doing by the chicken coops when you should be sleeping?"

"None of your royal business," Gabo mutters.

Suddenly, a burst of sparkles poofs out from the crack under the coop's door.

Safi kicks over a pile of baskets. "Whoops! I am so- so-- ACHOO!" The baskets kicked up some hay in the air. "I am so clumsy!" he laughs awkwardly, sniffling.

"What are you hiding?" Asha demands.

"Nothing! And no one!" Safi says quickly.

"Well, we should all head to bed! You too, princess, your otousan would be very cross if he saw you out this late!" Dahlia smiles, moving to direct Asha away.

There's another poof, and a discord of musical instruments.

"Magnus?" Asha scoffs. "I can deal with my adopted father. Now out of the way."

Dahlia looks desperately at her friends. Asha storms past her, shoving away Hal when she tries to stop her.

The princess yanks open the wooden door. Inside the coop is a crazy sight.

Dario smirks, self-satisfied.

Chickens, dancing, doing ballet

Angry chickens in bisexual lighting

Chickens, shooting out eggs out of PG-hidden cloacas

Chickens, juggling their eggs

And in the center, conducting them all...

The thing was round, with eyes shaped like a sparkle and an oval respectively, five points sticking out of it like little limbs.

Exactly like the symbol on the spellbook in Magnifico’s study.

“Oh, fucking hell," Asha swears.

Chapter 4

Author's Notes

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I hated writing this. I was just stuck, and then I was like, fuck it, I'm posting it because the next chapter I'm really excited to write. Because if I add more, then the cut-off would be... too harsh? I don't know. My phone is broken so I can't create gifs right now akjdkjajksjskjksaj fuck it. Post.

Btw, Star in The Fallen Star looks like this:

With a sparkle on the (our) left and a "regular" oval for the other eye on out right.

GET READY! THIS CHAPTER SUCKED BUT THE NEXT ONE SOMETHING BIG HAPPENS AND IT IS A LONG ONE!

Me to my own writing

[scarletnwidow]

Destroyed

Part 5

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, cringe moments, possible too much information lol

A/N: HOOOLY SHIIII- I can't believe it took me two years to update this HAHAHAHHA anybody still with me? jk I have no idea how this will end now, I just keep on writing whatever comes to mind haha so bear with me a little more? :")

Summary: You always thought that the best way to get revenge is to let them see you’re happy. You also thought that the best way to move on is to convince yourself that you’re okay until you no longer need any more convincing. You’re about to find out how effective it was.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You’ve never felt the need to be angry at something for the pain of your family’s death, because you only had yourself. 

What happens now that you finally have someone else to blame? 

*****

“...an ancient hero in the flesh.” 

The moment Wanda said those words aloud, the more it sounds surreal. There was a stunned silence after, broken only by an incredulous laugh by a god himself. 

“I-I’m sorry, I’m not the only one who thinks this is absurd, right?” Thor couldn’t keep himself from snorting, everything sounds stupid and impossible.

When everyone just stared at him, his smile faded and his jaw clenched, “That is impossible! Mortals carrying the blood of the gods are a myth.” 

“We thought the same thing about you, Thor: God of Thunder, War, and Fertility. But look where we are,” Tony said sarcastically, “who’s to say the idiotic, egotistical greek gods don’t exist like you? Or every other textbook mythology there is, on that matter,” he continued. 

“I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be calling them idiotic in case...you know,” Bruce mumbled. 

“Well, you have a fellow Avenger as proof. And now I think I’ve finally removed impossible from my vocabulary,” Fury responded. 

Wanda wasted no time in stepping up in front of him, “How do you know all this anyway? Y/N’s powers are quite similar to mine, how do you know this is that?” She questioned, pointing at the folder resting on Natasha’s hands. 

“And why didn’t we know about all these experiments in the first place? Where did you get these files? This weren’t on the place we raided,” the redhead finally allowed herself to speak. Her brain is currently trying to make sense with too much information all at once, she didn’t even know where to start. 

“You of all people should know that in a mission, there will always be another mission to finish, Romanoff,” Fury spatted. Of course, Natasha is well aware. She was always the one given a different mission by Fury during missions. 

“We know from the start about their goal, but since obviously, it all sounds beyond-the-universe-ridiculous, we thought it was just another plot of Hydra. But then SHIELD caught wind of another location thousands of miles from our initial lead. The tip says it’s where they perfected their process, and they were currently proceeding with the first subject just as you guys were headed to the other place,” he continued. 

“One thing we know for sure, Y/N’s in a vulnerable state right now. Emotions are very tricky, especially hers. It also doesn’t help that it’s what triggered her abilities,” Maria chimed in. 

The redhead looked back at the folder in her hands; she really couldn’t wrap her mind around all this. Just an hour ago you were in her arms, nothing about you or your features seem any different, so how? 

She internally slapped herself for letting you go. This was a lot to process for them, and they were just your friends, your family; what more if you would find this out about yourself? 

The redhead absentmindedly turned to the next page, the wheels of her brain still whirring on her head. Her eyes accidentally landed on the photos in front of her, and she wished she should’ve just closed it. 

Her eyes widened and she felt a lump form in her throat, her gaze darting to the short description above the photos. 

Eris Labs Main Facility: Subject Threats Successfully Eliminated, All Research Data Collected

In front her were photos of a freshly destroyed two-story building, or at least what was left of it. 

“W-We did this?” she looked up at Fury, her voice hoarse. Fury frowned at her before glancing down at what she was pertaining to, he sighed and gave her a single nod. 

Natasha didn’t know whether or not she should be relieved she weren’t able to convince you more to come back with her. But, she knew she shouldn’t have left you alone. 

****

You didn’t know how much longer you stayed seated at the ground. You just spent the rest of the afternoon staring at the oblivion after Natasha reluctantly left you behind. When you finally came to your senses, you knew the sun will set in about an hour or so. 

You’ve spent too much time debating whether or not you should explore the wreckage that you just totally zoned-out in your spot. You took a deep breath before walking up to the site. 

You didn’t deny to yourself that you’re nervous; you haven’t been here for six years. You never even bothered to sit and remember what exactly happened. You didn’t think there was a point, exploring the place where you almost got killed wouldn’t bring your family back. Besides, you knew the Avengers took care of everything, so there wouldn’t be anything left for you to delve in. 

You still think there was no point in finding out what this place was, after all, it was completely trashed so you were sure you wouldn’t find anything. 

The universe decided to prove you wrong once again. 

You found yourself walking towards the space where you found your sister bleeding to her death. The memory of how you caught her eyes while you were still under some rubbles flowed through your mind as you stared at the empty space. There were still some traces of dried blood even after all these years, and you felt like your ribs are squeezing your heart. 

A strangled sob came out from your lips as you forced yourself to look away. You thought you’ve already moved on; it’s been six years! Turns out, you didn’t spend those years moving on; you spent all those years convincing yourself that you’ve moved on. 

After all, you remember that day was busy with people fumbling around, and finding out you’re the sole survivor hits a lot than you could admit. 

You tried to calm yourself, remembering the breathing exercise you invented the first few months of being the last person carrying your family’s name. When the tight in your chest subsides, you look around once more before walking deeper around the fallen debris. 

You immediately looked away when you caught sight of a familiar boulder at the corner of the room. You managed to steady your breath, but your tears kept flowing freely even when you wipe your cheeks. When you found your courage to approach, you only noticed that the boulder had been moved. 

You frowned, that’s when you only realize that you didn’t know where the bodies of your family were, of everyone’s actually. How did you not worry about your family’s bodies all those years ago? How did you not think of giving them a proper burial? Where were they now? The realization only made you feel worse.

You snapped out of your self-disgust party when you noticed something that’s out-of-place. Something that definitely wasn’t supposed be there. 

*****

“She can’t know about all this,” Natasha said as she abruptly closed the folder with trembling hands and gripped it tight, as if the entire thing would destroy the world if opened once again. 

Everyone in the room stared at her. She looked at each of them incredulously as if she’s the only one who sees the severity of the situation. 

“I-I know this place. This…this is where she came from. This is where I just came from! Where her parents died; where she watched her sister bled to death. If she found out SHIELD was the one who destroyed the place—the reason they were gone,” her voice cracked as she took another shaky breath. 

The team shifted in their seats. The air heavy with uncertainty and uneasiness about the whole ordeal. The fact about your existence is already confusing enough, the thing about SHIELD having a part with you becoming an orphan adds to the mix of emotions. 

They know now that emotions are a vital factor in your powers, and it’s starting to dawn on the team that you aren’t probably ready to know the truth yet. 

It hurts Natasha to think that she has to keep something from you. You’ve suffered enough from not knowing the truth, thanks to your relationship with Wanda.

After a few more minutes of tense silence, Tony let out a humorless laugh. He gestured to the folder clutched in Natasha’s hand like he can’t believe something like that exists.

“H-How…how is even all this possible? What the hell is Eris working on? What the hell is Y/N?” 

If looks could kill, Tony earned two equally lethal glares from a redhead and a brunette. Natasha was about to retort when Wanda was suddenly at Tony’s side clutching his shoulder. 

“Do not talk about her like that,” Wanda said, with her other hand raised up in the air threateningly. 

This startled everyone, Steve rushed to Wanda’s side and gently held her back. Tony sighed and lifted his arms in defeat. “I’m sorry, but I know all of us wants to know how we happen to have a friend who descended from Greek gods,” he said as he looked at Fury and Maria, his gaze expectant. 

“So are the Avengers currently looking at our very own Wonder Woman?” Tony added which made everyone give out an amused snort, lessening the tension in the air and made everybody turned to look at the two in front as well. 

Maria rolled her eyes but she allowed herself an amused smirk. “No, Tony, she is not like Diana Prince,” she proceeded as she looked at Natasha and gestured to the folder. “May I?” Maria opened the folder and took a few moments shifting through the pages before letting out a satisfied hum as she finds what she’s looking for. 

She glanced at Fury to her side, silently asking for permission. He gave her a nod before taking a seat for himself. 

She took a deep breath before speaking. “Y/N isn’t descended from the gods. She has the blood of Helen herself,” Maria paused. Seeing that the team just stared at her dumbfounded, she continued, “Of course, she’s not an actual descendant but that’s exactly what Eris was working on. Extracting biological components from ancient ruins and battlegrounds hoping to bioengineer Helen’s blood and create a haptandra— the hand of war. It’s—“

“I’m sorry, wait, hold up,” Bruce said, raising his arm while looking around at his teammates then back to Maria. “When you say Helen, you don’t mean Helen of Troy, is it?” This made him earn a small smile from Maria. 

“Yes, I meant Helen of Troy.” The team made another round of uneasy shifting in their seats and some grumbling of how this all sounds stupid. 

“I suggest you let her finish first before you all decide how crazy this is. Because it gets even crazier.” Fury stated a little louder to get everyone’s attention. It did, and they all turn back to Maria. 

“You all know Helen’s story, right? How a 10-year war raged on because of her? Apparently, that’s due to her bloodline. Something about being sired by Nemesis so wherever she goes, there will be strife of some kind,” A hand was raised in the air before Maria can continue, “But the Trojan War was caused by Helen’s beauty is it not?” the interruption earned a couple of bewildered looks aimed at the owner, due to him being a machine. 

Vision noticed this and if toasters could blush, he definitely does. “Human mythology fascinates me,” he mumbles as he puts his hand down.  

“Some books and interpretations of the story whatnots believed it was because of her beauty,” Maria said, offering him a smile. “Eris, however, discovered ancient texts that state it was never her beauty that caused the war. It was solely her very own blood that caused it; that wherever she goes, war is destined to come. And that… power… continued on to her descendants. The texts that Eris found said it was not confirmed that the power coursed through every woman descended from her, but every major war since her time was linked to her descendants.” 

“Okay, so Helen of Troy, pretty much every mythology book wrong, cursed bloodline, powers due to that cursed blood, and said blood was currently running through Y/N’s veins right now. Yeah, got it.” Tony sarcastically said which made the entire team shift in frustration. 

Too much information going on and it all just sounds fucking crazy. 

Maria just sighed and crossed her arms. “I know, all of this sounds like bullshit. That’s why we never took it seriously when we found these files. We didn’t even know someone survived,” 

“Please tell me this is all the crazy we’ll get today,” Clint said, staring at the opened folder on the table. 

“I’m afraid not,” Fury stood, moving to stand beside Maria. He paused to look at each Avenger in front of him, “Y/N’s abilities are complex and bioengineered, making them both  powerful and can be quite unstable,” he gestured to the folder, “this thing only explains the basics of her powers. And they’re already disturbing as it is. Now, when we’re done, and we face her again, I suggest you to be ready about shitting in your own pants.” 

*****

Three days later.

You never thought you could be any more nervous than you are right now. You've always been a big believer in not going headstrong into something that you have no idea what's in store for you. That was the main reason why you always do your homework before completing a job back when you were still an assassin.

Yet, here you are. Just about to turn off the engine of your boat in the middle of fucking nowhere. You have no idea if you're in the right place, but this is also the most sure you've been at anything.

You almost reached on your pocket for Natasha's widow bites, wanting to reach out to her for help because you have no idea what you're doing. Natasha's been trying to contact you nonstop in the last two days, so is the rest of the team. You even frowned on your phone for a good 5 minutes when you got Wanda's text, wanting you to come back to the compound.

You sighed and took a deep breath. When you turned off the engine, you did your best to scour the ocean around you for anything. Squinting your eyes for anything that might point you to the right place. You just knew you needed to be there, and that you must do this on your own.

*****

Natasha is still trying any means possible to track you down. She and the team had gone to where she left you hoping to find you still there. Probably to also make sense of what happened to you. Of course when they got there, you were long gone. No traces of where you could possibly be. The redhead almost cursed you for figuring out that her widow bites have trackers on them. But of course, from one master assassin to another, she wasn't surprised at all.

Wanda is going out of her mind with worry. Even Vision can't help ease the worry and panic she feels when thinking about where you could be. She can't help but feel guilty because this is technically her fault. She hurt you, yes, but she only did what will make her happy. Who knows that in doing so, she'll be triggering ancient powers inside you? Wanda cannot explain what she was feeling. She still care about you but feels like she has no right because of what she did to you.

Now, Wanda is at your room with Natasha watching her closely. The brunette is trying to use the traces of magic she felt at the Eris Facility to try and find you. When she proposed that idea, of course Natasha was the first one volunteer- no, demanded to go with her. The redhead was still pissed, she hated the idea that Wanda is the closest person they have to finding you. If it were up to her, she wants Wanda as far away from you as possible. But, finding you was more important, so she's willing to put up with her for now. Natasha makes an internal promise that she'll fight the shit out of Wanda after this whole fiasco.

No way she's gonna let you get hurt over Wanda again.

The brunette is starting to feel her head hurt. She wants to find you so bad but she feels a little reluctance when she tries to reach out to the feeling of your powers. She didn't know why, but she still feels the same fear she felt when your powers hit them for the first time during the meeting. Wanda's eyes are now furrowed shut as she tries to reach that power again.

Wanda thinks she must've been grunting with effort because she can hear the faint sounds of Natasha's voice asking what is happening. The brunette sees an elaborate purple mist on her mind, This is it. Y/N is close. She wills her power to reach that power, the same way your power reached out to hers when she first felt it. Unfortunately for her, she feels a reluctance, and it was coming from you. Your power seems to be preventing her from reaching you and finding where you are.

Wanda feels the purple mist is seeming to push her away, it takes great effort from her to try and push through. In her mind, Wanda feels the purple mist started to surround her, and it's closing in. She feels her power flicker, letting her know you were trying to suffocate her. Wanda focused on her desire to find you and make things right as she screams and willed her power to go forward. Until she felt a release in pressure and everything goes black.

*****

Natasha can hear the footsteps of the team rushing to your room. Steve was the first to enter but stopped short at the sight of unconscious Wanda in her arms.

"What happened?!" Steve exclaimed as he tentatively approached. The rest of the team poured in the room with worry on their faces. All of them catching a glimpse of Wanda's power in the room before it completely dissipated.

"S-She just started grunting and screamed. Then there was a burst of her power before she passed out." Natasha said, still clutching Wanda.

"So, did you think she found Y/N?" Fury said as he enters the room.

It was when Wanda moaned and started to stir. Natasha carefully helped her sit up with Steve rubbing her back. "Hey, are you okay? What was that? What happened?" Natasha asked. The brunetter slowly opened her eyes and gave her a weak smile.

"I found her."

*****

It's been nearly four hours of staring into the ocean. You were getting pissed and frustrated with yourself for going here without a plan. You just straight up believed what you found and went to it without question. You sighed, you were desperate for answers and you really couldn't blame yourself for that.

You got up and finally decided to just go back to civilization when you felt a tug in your stomach. You looked down at your hands and see the same purple energy dancing on your fingertips. Only it was stronger and you can feel it more clearly. It was getting more and more intense as you stare at it, you can even hear buzzing around you. Then suddenly, the pressure just dropped and it stopped, but not before bursting a huge amount of purple energy around you.

You closed your eyes. When you opened them again, you felt your jaw dropped to the goddamn floor. A barrier of mist seemed to unfold before your eyes, slowly revealing a gorgeous island like you've never seen before. It has the whitest sand you've ever seen, different species of huge trees that some of them you don't even recognize, plants and flowers in full bloom, and you can even make out the intricate houses in the distance just above the huge island.

This is the most beautiful place you've ever seen, it almost feels magical. But again, maybe it is because 30 seconds ago you were still surrounded by endless ocean. Now, an island is in front of you. You blink a few times, trying to comprehend if what you're seeing is real. When it did not disappear again, your attention was finally caught by a single person standing on the beach. A woman. She is looking at you with a smile you can't place as either a friendly one or a wicked one.

She's wearing a weird but very cool armor that you only see in movies and textbooks. A beautiful bow on her back, and a sword at her side. You stared at her in amazement, there's something about her that's quite familiar to you but you can't figure out what. Your thoughts are interrupted whe she spoke, "I see you finally found my letter. Welcome, Y/N. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A small envelope sits at the center of where your parents’ bodies should be. You know because of the dried blood scattered on the floor, and it’s directly aligned at the center of the huge boulder. 

Your heart is beating fast as you picked up the small envelope. Its dirty and slight yellowish state lets you know it’s been there for a long time. You stared a little too long at the envelope in your hands, having absolutely no idea what’s inside. You guessed that a card with a message is inside because something tells you you’re supposed to find it a long time ago. 

With shaky hands, you pull out the card inside that proved you right. You noted the worn-out ink of an elegant handwriting. 

43.4130° N, 34.2993° E — find me when you’re ready, Warbringer. 

A/N: For those of you who knows my reference for "Warbringer", kindly let me know in the comments cuz I've been looking for my people to fangirl about it hahahhahahaah

[south-of-heaven]

reader being between rhea and damian when they are watching a horror movie because she’s so terrified she started to cry pleaseeee

Scary movie || Rhea Ripley x Reader x Damian Priest

Summary: Your partners didn't expect you to react so badly to the horror movie they picked.

You had agreed to have a movie night with Rhea and Damian, and they were both excitedly picking out a horror movie to watch. Little did they know that horror movies were not your strong suit, and you were easily scared by them.

"Okay, how about this one?" Damian suggested, holding up a DVD case with a spooky cover.

Rhea looked at it and nodded in agreement, "Yeah, that looks good. It's supposed to be really scary."

You tried to put on a brave face, not wanting to spoil their fun, but deep down, you were already feeling a bit uneasy about the movie choice. However, you didn't want to back out, so you decided to give it a try.

As the movie started, you sat between Rhea and Damian on the couch, your heart already racing in anticipation. It didn't take long for the tension to build up, and you found yourself hiding your face in Damian's shoulder during the scary scenes. He put his arm around you, trying to comfort you as the suspenseful music played in the background.

Rhea, on the other side, also noticed your discomfort and offered you her hand to hold. "It's just a movie, babe. I'm here with you," she whispered soothingly.

You held onto her hand tightly, finding some solace in her presence. As the movie progressed, you found yourself switching between leaning on Damian's shoulder and holding Rhea's hand tightly, seeking comfort from both of them.

However, as the movie reached its climax, things took a turn for the worse. A jump scare caught you off guard, and in your fear, you accidentally knocked over a glass of water that was sitting on the coffee table and started crying.

"I-I'm sorry," you stammered, trying to clean up the mess with trembling hands.

Rhea and Damian immediately paused the movie and turned their full attention to you. They could see how scared and upset you were, and they knew it was time to call it quits on the horror movie.

"It's okay, sweetheart. We didn't realize how scary it would be for you," Rhea said, wrapping her arms around you.

Damian nodded in agreement, "Yeah, we should've picked something else. Let's find something lighter to watch, okay?"

You nodded, feeling grateful for their understanding. They switched to a comedy instead, and you found yourself laughing and feeling much more at ease.

Throughout the rest of the night, Rhea and Damian made sure to keep you entertained and comfortable, knowing that horror movies weren't your thing. They cuddled with you on the couch, making jokes and sharing sweet moments, creating a cozy and safe atmosphere for you.

As the night came to an end, you couldn't help but feel incredibly grateful for Rhea and Damian's thoughtfulness and caring nature. They knew you well enough to recognize your fears and were always there to support and comfort you. You fell asleep that night feeling loved and cherished, knowing that you had two incredible partners by your side who would always look out for you.

[elenaaadaniels]

Chapter Eighteen: Crossed Lines

part 19

___________________________________ Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide? Like a scared little boy. I looked into your eyes. Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure.

- 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 & 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘉𝘺 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵 ___________________________________

Nadia woke up with Din's face in her hair and his legs tangled with hers. His slow breathing tickled the nape of her neck and his arm is heavy around her middle, holding her close. It's amazed her how he manages to hold her so tight even when he's sleeping, but she wasn't going to complain. She felt protected. So protected in a long time that she never wanted to not feel like this again. The low hum of the ship threatened to lull her back to sleep, but she couldn't seem to want to now. Her brain was too active on the activities from the previous night.

He kissed her.

Din had kissed Nadia and Nadia had kissed Din. Butterflies grew in her stomach at the memories as she nestled further into Din's embrace, relishing in the sleepy way he shifted to press his face to her neck. Nadia couldn't help, but wonder how they ended up like this. Months ago, she thought her presence annoyed Din to his very core, but last night he saved her life and kissed her. Her hand slid down her body until it rested over Din's, the curves of his knuckles under her fingers, so warm and so strong and so familiar.

She had feelings for Din for what felt like forever now. Buried them deep in her heart knowing he would never feel the same and it bothered her that she still did not know. Sure, he kissed her and warmed her body, but did it mean something? For the past months they had been together did he dream about her like she did of him? Had he been wanting something to happen between them to get where they are now? The alarms outside of the ship caused both Nadia and Din to sit up in alarm. Nadia could feel the blanket tussle around them and squeezed her eyes shut.

" My eyes are closed."

" My helmets on." He called out already having the small hatch open for them to get out.

With the light of the main hull, she could see he truly did have his helmet on, but turned away to the child's quarters knowing the noise had to wake him up too. She pressed the small button smiling at the sight of the child rubbing the sleep out of his big brown eyes.

" Morning little guy." She greeted kissing the top of his head before balancing him on one hip and climbing the ladder with the other.

" Looks like we made it." Din spoke hearing the two of them come into the cockpit.

Nadia frowned in amazement," That soon?" She questioned.

" We...really slept in." He said in a monotone voice.

She caught it instantly, her stomach turning as he mind immediately thought of the worst.

" You should get ready."

" O-okay." She stumbled quickly turning around to deal with her emotions alone.

She gripped the ladder tightly noticing how shaky they were as she climbed down trying to think of everything she did wrong. Accidentally falling into an ice river was one thing, but now that she was in better health, was he upset with her? She shook her head going to her bag to get a change of clothes. There was no way he would be upset. She had saved his life before too. What if he regretted the kiss? The thought made her stop all together. Tears threatened to leave her eyes, but she couldn't let it out.

If he did regret it, there was nothing she could do. She knew what she signed up for when she met him. He was a Mandalorian. A lone ranger that simply followed his code and fellow people. They were just friends. She threw her bag to the corner going into the washroom to get change almost begging her mind to think of something else when louder alarms sounded.

" Nadia, come up!"

Already dressed, she sprinted out of the washroom and up the ladder feeling under her feet, the ship was rattling in noises that couldn't be good.

" What's wrong?"

" Dank farrik! The landing array isn't responding. Without the guidance system, it'll be a manual re-entry. It might get choppy. Once we're through the atmosphere, there should be enough fuel to slow down." He whispered towards the end quietly, however, she still heard it." If we don't burn to a crisp."

She frowned in fear," What?"

" Nothing." He quickly spoke.

She gulped at the danger they were getting themselves into turning towards the child and double checking he was buckled before doing the same to herself. The Razor Crest flew towards the planet entering it's atmosphere in a speed that made the whole ship glow in orange from the heat.

" Nadia, come up here." He ordered causing her to quickly unbuckle her seatbelt." I need your hands! This lever needs to stay back. Can you do that?"

" Yeah." She promised giving him a nod.

" I know you can." He mumbled looking back forward." Keep it steady. Here we go."

The Razor crest continued to plummet and right when Nadia thought it couldn't take any more of the heat, the dreary clouds of Trask came into view with it's ports and housing down below.

" Razor Crest, this is Trask flight control. Please reduce your speed to port protocol."

" I'm trying my best here. Engage reverse thrusters." He called back turning to Nadia for a brief second." Brace! Hold on."

" Razor Crest, do you copy? You have to reduce speed."

" Almost there, almost there."

" Razor Crest, do you copy? Razor Crest, you're coming in too fast. You have to re..."

Din had enough of it quickly turning off communication before using the brakers to slow the Crest down. Nadia winced waiting for the harsh crash only it never came given Din hovered just in time.

" Here we go. Nice and easy."

She laughed with a nod," That wasn't so-"

Her words were cut in seconds when the ship had crashed to the side causing all of them to fall over sinking down to the port. Nadia rubbed her shoulder before noticing half their windshield was under water.

" We're sinking."

Din nodded going on coms," Can I get a claw to take our ship out?"

" Copy that Razor Crest."

The crane slowly moved over to their ship before grabbing it from the back causing all three to yet again tumble around. Unlike Din and the child, Nadia was not buckled to a seat and tried to keep balance only to fall onto Din's lap. He held onto her waiting for the crane to finally place them on solid ground before turning back to her.

" Are you okay?"

" Yeah." She chuckled, but it was soon wiped from her face when he almost shoved her off his lap and already heading towards the ladder." Are you okay?"

He didn't answer and that kill her. She tried to place the pieces together, but nothing was making sense on why he was being this way towards her except one thing. He regretted everything that happened. The thought made her sick. If they weren't in the situation they were in right now, she could double over and throw up sick. She balled her fist to express some of the nerves she was feeling before following after him and grabbing the child.

Outside, Trask was a gloomy planet with blankets of clouds covering the sky and a grayish haze over the place. The only thing Nadia can make of it was how it was a trading planet. The ports were almost filled to the brim and those not trading on boats or ships were trading on little markets.

" So, how can I help you?"

" Can you fix it?" Din questioned the repairman.

" Fix it?" The Calmari asked baffled." Nah. But I can make it fly."

" Do what you can." Din spoke dropping some credits into his hands before leading the way to find the family.

Nadia looked more into the crowd of people that surrounded the ports remembering Peli saying the egg like family were to the frog species. She almost gave up until she seen from the corner of her eye a woman and man frog like creature glancing around the place like she was holding each other closely.

" I think I found them." She said waving at the couple with a smile.

The couple knew instantly, gasping in a cheer of happiness while racing towards her. She couldn't fight the smile from her face slowly walking over and handing over the egg container seeing the proud parents practically jump over their success.

" I know you're hungry." Din spoke causing her to turn seeing the child whine up at his father." We'll get you something to eat."

The father of the eggs quickly got up with a smile shaking Din's hand vigorously while going on in his language how much he appreciated him.

" He's thanking you."

Din frowned," You know what he's saying?"

" Had a couple of creatures like this in Arvala."

Din nodded turning back to the creature," You're welcome. I was told you could lead me to others of my kind."

The frog spoke again in his language while Nadia jogged it down getting the basics.

" He said in The inn over there, the workers know about the Mandalorian more than he does."

Din nodded again walking forward never thanking Nadia for the translation. The fear crawled at her body once again, but she pushed it away walking into the Inn. Inside the Inn was much warmer than outside or maybe Nadia was still warming her body up. The frog creature pointed to the owner, who waved back already expecting them to arrive.

"Thank you." Din bidded the creatures already heading to a empty table for the three of them.

" I'm starving." Nadia mumbled taking a seat next to the child and petting his little head.

" What can I get you?" The owner questioned.

" Nothing for me. A bowl of chowder for my friend." Din answered looking straight ahead never acknowledging Nadia.

She cleared her throat," I'll take the potato soup."

The owner nodded his head turning back to Din," These seats are scarce, buddy." He sassed." Everyone seated needs to eat."

" I can buy something else. Information." Din hinted." Have you seen others that look like me?"

The owner glanced around a bit seeing most people were eating to notice the conversation, but for extra measure, grabbed the hose and pour the chowder to make some noise.

" Others with beskar have been through here." He answered.

" Who can take me to them?"

" I know someone who might help." The owner spoke walking off to get that exact person.

With the owner gone, Nadia knew it was her time and turned to Din ready to fire out questions that were killing her inside.

" Did I do something wrong?" Nadia asked, her voice cracking a little at the end due to nerves.

" I need to focus." Din told her defensively.

She huffed at his short statement noticing octopus meant for the child's food was now stuck to his face while he wrestled with it.

" Don't play with your food." She ordered with hints of anger taking the octopus and placing it back into the soup.

" You seek others of your kind?" A man asked taking a seat by their table and only looking towards the Mandalorian.

Din, nodded," Have you seen them?"

" Aye. I can bring you to them."

" Where?"

" Only a few hours' sail. It'll cost you, though." The man warned, but Din quickly took some more credits from his pockets and handed it over to the man.

" Do we have a deal?"

The man took the deal leading them onto his ship with other crew members getting ready for a hunt. Nadia stood by the edge with the child watching the waves crash against the ship the faster they went and how the child giggled every once and a while when the water splashed his little face. Din slowly walked over to the two seeing the port in the distance slowly begin to fade away.

" Well, it's better than being on the razor crest. Am I right?" Nadia joked only to get a slight, very slight, nod from him as an answer." Seriously, just a nod?"

" What do you want me to say?" Din snarked back.

She rolled her eyes," Anything at this point." She mumbled.

" You ever see a mamacore eat?" The Captain questioned walking over to them." Quite a sight. Child might take an interest. You should take a look. Come on over here. Get a good view. Let the kid see."

" Wanna see it, little guy?" Nadia questioned not waiting for Din to answer since he wasn't even talking to her.

The two walked away from the edge of the boat seeing the middle gate of the ship begin to open while they strung fishes above ready to feed it. Nadia couldn't lie she was interested moving forward a bit only for Din to hold his arm out to stop her.

" All right, close enough." He warned.

She glanced at him rolling her eyes with a sarcastic laugh wondering if the planet Trask caused him to be so bi-polar. Once the gate was completely opened, the net opened up dropping a dozen fishes into the water that began to bubble up.

" There we go. She must be hungry. Oftentimes we'll feed her in the early morning, but we missed that 'cause we were goin' out of port!"

It happened in a flash, one minute the captain was speaking and the next minute, he swung his staff causing the child's pod to be flung into the water. As quickly as she realized it, the Captain did the same action again knocking her into the water and into the mouth of the mamacore.

" Nadia!" 

It was the last thing she heard before darkness surrounded her and the tongue of the mamacore was trying to swallow her up. Inside the mouth was sharp, she mentally cursed when a tooth cut her leg, but pushed with her feet against it's throat to stop it. The child cried near her in it's pod, but from survival and darkness, she couldn't console him. Her lungs burned from lack of air and she dug her nails into the throat of the mamacore using her legs to stretch out on the other side hoping to burst it open.

Blaster sounds could be heard from the outside of the mamacore and soon it caused the monster itself to rawr in anger. For a brief moment, she could see what looked like a mandalorian enter ripping the creature from the inside. Whoever it was, grabbed the pod before grabbing her hand flying out of the water in no time. She gasped for air landing on the ground in pain, but it didn't matter to her when turning to the dented pod.

" The...child..."

" Stay down." Din ordered placing his hand over the bloody cut on her leg." You're hurt."

" Here you go, little one." One of the Mandalorian's spoke handing over the child to Nadia, who smiled seeing he was okay.

Din looked up to his coven," Thank you. I've been searching for more of our kind."

" Well, lucky we found you first."

" I've been quested to deliver this Child. I was hoping that..." Din explained only to stop when the three Mandalorian's in front of him removed their helmets revealing their faces." Where did you get that armor?"

" This armor has been in my family for three generations."

" You don't cover your face?" He said fiercely standing up." You are not Mandalorian."

" He's one of them."

" Dank farrik." The other cursed in annoyance.

" One of what?" Nadia questioned.

The one Mandalorian turned to Nadia, before bending down and spraying some bacta spray to heal her wound showing to both Din and her that she was no threat.

" I am Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze." She addressed looking up to Din when done." I was born on Mandalore and fought in the Purge. I am the last of my line. And you are a Child of the Watch."

" The Watch?"

Bo-Katan nodded with confidence," Children of the Watch are a cult of religious zealots that broke away from Mandalorian society. Their goal was to re-establish the ancient way."

" There is only one way. The Way of the Mandalore." Din corrected turning and helping Nadia off the floor." Come on."

She frowned at why Din would be so defensive when it came to them, but she couldn't ask once he flew the three of them off the ship without any other questions himself. The three of them walked in silence through the streets of Trask. Unlike morning, the ports were empty that not even a rat was around to scurry by. Nadia glanced over to Din, his stance so unreadable that she didn't know what he was even thinking behind that silver beskar.

" Wanna talk about it?" She asked breaking the silence.

He didn't say a word. Kept walking by her side with his face forward while holding the child in his arms.  She didn't want her anger to flare up, but she could feel it the more he was giving the cold shoulder.

" Want to talk at all?" She questioned next.

Silence.

She laughed out loud," You regret it don't you."

" Regret what?" He questioned a bit curious.

" Clearly saving my life." She practically shouted turning sharply towards him." You know I didn't ask to fall into that frozen river and not be able to feel my fingers or my toes for the matter and for you to regret so badly for warming me up."

He looked at her like she was crazy," You think I regret saving you?"

" Clearly since you can't talk or even look at me!" She shouted glaring daggers at him if possible." If saving me was so damn hard for you, you could of let me drown! Better yet, not kiss me!"

She turned around ready to stomp away, anywhere that was away from him when a voice grabbed all of their attention.

" Hey!" The Tessek man shouted surrounding them with five others." You...You killed my brother."

Din slowly stood in front of Nadia," Let us pass."

" I don't you think you understand." The Tessek man threatened with the sounds of blasters charging up around them." You killed my brother and now I'm gonna kill your pet and little girlfriend."

Nadia slowly pulled the blaster from her side ready to fight if she had to, when the same Mandalorian coven from the ship flew down next to them quickly protecting the three.

" He didn't kill your brother." Bo-Katan clarified." I did."

With that, Bo-Katan and her people fired against the Tessek man and his people dropping them down before they even had the chance to process what was going on. Din glanced over to Nadia seeing she was unharmed by the action before turning to see Bo-Katan staring at him.

" Can we at least buy you a drink?"

" Sure." Nadia answered sparing a glare over to him." I need a couple of rounds."

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Savior

Heyoooo all I’m back! So this time I actually have a bit of a vent fic using my OC Alan Sharpe trying to work out some bullshit that happened at work. I’m okay and everything is getting sorted but yeahhhhh I needed to use Alan to enact a tiny bit of murder to make me feel better. I used third person but left the name off of the female character so you can self insert if you like.

Word Count: ~2k Warnings: Workplace sexual harassment, stalker/yandere OC, stabbing

Despite appearances to the contrary, Alan was a creature of habit. He had his rituals that he carried on throughout the day, though they weren't apparent to those around him. But those that weren’t close enough to him would ever suspect anything beyond the professional outer shell that was Alan Sharpe.

So to anyone else, it was a normal day. Alan would stop at the cafe down the street from his office. He refused anyone grabbing coffee for him, and would rather go without than to have someone get something that didn't suit his tastes. It was a hole in the wall establishment, one that favored the customers who weren't in a rush to grab subpar coffee and hurry to wherever they needed to be. It was warm and inviting, with seating for those who wished to stay a while. Alan never did, but he appreciated the ambiance for the few moments he lingered inside. 

What he appreciated more than any of these things, however, was the one particular barista who had caught his eye a few months back. She was a new hire, and while very quiet, had a smile that warmed him up in ways he hadn't felt in a long time. He knew she smiled for every customer like that, he wasn't delusional. But he wanted her smile just for himself. The days where they were able to engage in light conversation when he purposefully visited during a lull in the day made that thought burn in the back of his brain more intensely with every passing day. 

But that would all come in due time. He was a patient man. No need to rush these things. 

So as he entered his building, said hello to the various staff members and employees along the way, and smiled and greeted his secretary warmly before entering his office, he proceeded to begin his next ritual. Placing his coffee to his right, he opened his email, other documents that needed attending to, and after a few extra clicks and entering a password, another page popped up on his monitor. He placed his pages in a way that the live feed footage was in a smaller window beside his work pages, displaying multiple angles of the cafe that he could then click between at will. 

Technology had truly improved over the years, and as a man with more money than he truly knew what to do with, he could procure anything his heart desired. Alan always marveled at just how easy it was to hack into something like this in a business. He had assumed that most places wouldn’t have an easily cracked open back end to their security systems, but apparently he was giving them too much credit. Besides, why would anyone think that someone would want to see the cameras in their little store?

He sipped his coffee and spent a few moments watching the woman that had so entranced him. Alan imagined the smiles she gave every few moments to eager customers were being given to him, eyes shining so brightly as she would hand him his coffee. He imagined the day when he would allow his finger to "accidentally" brush hers. Alan knew she would chuckle softly and issue apologies, even though there wouldn't be a need for any. He wanted to see her relax, be free from the stress of retail work and simply enjoy her days with him by her side. He wouldn't have her lift a finger if she didn't want to. He'd give her the world if she only asked. 

A ping from his computer snapped him out of the moment, and he sighed, minimizing the window once more and placing it on the top right corner of his monitor so he could see what new problem was requiring his attention. 

Hours went by without incident. Every so often he would flick his eyes back to that small window, watching until he was satisfied and focusing back on his work. Alan loathed his paperwork heavy days, and apparently this was proving to be one of those. He finally leaned back in his chair with a groan, rolling his shoulders and neck before kneading his fingers over the bridge of his nose. The eye strain from the computer was starting to get to him, and he supposed it would be time for a break soon. Maybe he would go on a walk, grab another coffee, talk to his sweet barista…

But she wasn't there. Alan glanced over the staff at the counter, not seeing her among them. She wasn’t due to leave for a few more hours still. He maximized the page again, clicking through cameras before finding her. She was checking in a delivery in the back room and standing a noticeable distance away from the driver. 

Alan narrowed his eyes. He'd seen this guy before from other days. This cafe bought from a lot of local vendors, so he would deliver his product every few weeks to the cafe. But Alan could tell from the first time he laid eyes on the guy that he didn't like him. He always stood too close to his sweetheart, and she made a habit of trying to create as much distance as possible whenever he had to get checked in. These cameras weren't equipped with audio, so Alan could only imagine the asinine conversations he droned on about to her as he always seemed to overstay his welcome. He didn't like the way his eyes lingered, and even without being able to see clearly, Alan knew that the her body language was closed, avoiding his gaze, that she did her best to protect herself. 

And that's when it happened. She had been reading something off of the invoice, and for whatever reason, the guy came up and stood beside her, looking at the invoice over her shoulder. However, the thing that made Alan's blood boil was how the man put his hand on her back. Not high enough to be considered friendly, and not low enough to be considered a blatant grope. Alan's heartbeat pulsed in his ears as he watched her try to twist away, which she no doubt did because she was probably too frozen to call him out directly. But he ignored it, allowing his hand to sit right by her side as he continued to pretend to read whatever it was on the invoice that she had asked about until he finally stepped away. 

Livid wouldn't describe the feelings that went through Alan's brain at the moment. What he felt was rage in its most pure unadulterated form. It didn't matter that she was the object of his affections, he would have reacted that way seeing any woman be so disrespected, but it did amplify his need to solve this matter immediately. The only thought running through his mind was how he was going to protect his sweetheart and make it so she wouldn't have to deal with this or any other unwanted advances for the rest of her life. 

He kept the camera up as he quickly scoured through Google, typing in the things he already knew about the vendor. After the first few appearances of this man, Alan had already become acquainted with his little business and everything about it. Simply for his own curiosity, of course. But now he used that information to find all of his business listings, his name, and some of the personal information from his social media pages. Alan then brought up one of the databases he used that was perhaps a tad unethical to use in this way. But it was this man's fault for leaving himself wide open on the internet enough for Alan to connect the pieces. 

Soon enough, he had the last known address of this man. Alan's fingers drummed on the desk, his mind racing as he tried to regain control of himself. He couldn't stop the fantasies playing out in his brain, of finding this man and torturing him in a multitude of different ways. There was always quick and easy, but what about slow and painful? What would he use? How would he set the scene afterwards? How could he get this man to see the absolute error of his ways before meeting his maker? 

But the thing that brought him back to reality were the cameras. He watched his sweetheart, hidden amongst the back stock of coffee beans with her hands pressed to her eyes. The driver was long gone by now. His stomach dropped as he heard in his mind her pretty voice being wracked with the stifled sobs that were held back by biting her lip. Her shoulders trembled, and she stood there, alone, afraid of what to do, what to say, who to tell, and how violated she felt in that moment. 

This will end tonight. 

Alan spent no time at all figuring out where this guy spent his evenings out, and thankfully by the time the man finally stumbled out of his favorite bar he was alone. The thought of being attacked alone at night had never crossed this man's mind, and Alan smirked at the irony of it all. 

The guy wandered a few blocks before deciding to take a shortcut through the park nearby. Alan smiled under the collar of his coat he had popped up, partly to evade detection and partly because it was freezing. A perfect cover. He was far enough away from the man that if there happened to be anyone asked to be witnesses, they wouldn't think twice about Alan. The street was so sparse Alan didn't even think it would come to that, but he went through another entrance of the park, just in case. 

It wasn't even a challenge. The man had his guard down, not even noticing how alone he was. He barely reacted to Alan placing himself on the path ahead of him walking the opposite way. Only when Alan, just before passing him, suddenly stepped in front of his path, plunging the sharp blade into his belly, did the man finally look at Alan. He mused how lucky he was the man wasn't wearing a heavier coat or there might have been more of a struggle. But the thin hoodie did nothing for the multiple stabs Alan got in before the man could even realize what was happening. He fell backwards, Alan following him and delivering a few more blows, the blade twisting and tearing in the fleshy wound like butter as Alan clapped a hand over the man's mouth to prevent sounds alerting anyone nearby. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he leaned down into the man's face, which reeked of sweat and beer, as he hissed, "Didn't your mother teach you to keep your hands to yourself?" 

Alan wasn't sure if the man ever realized the connection, but as stood back up it felt like the weight of his anger had slumped off his shoulders and onto the ground, relieving him of his burden once more. He had grabbed the man's wallet, and took the cash before flinging it back onto the ground. He assessed his body, blood blending nicely on his black clothes on a dark night like this. Black leather gloves made it so there would be no trace of him left behind, and to any normal person it looked like a robbery gone wrong. 

Smiling, Alan quickly hurried to the other end of the park, being careful to avoid anyone else should they appear. But he was home free. He slipped into the back of the black car that was parked on the other side of the street, and his man in the driver's seat simply nodded and took off down the road and back to his apartment where he could shed these clothes and be rid of them. He'd take a long shower, ridding himself of any other traces of what he did tonight, and spend the rest of his night relaxing. Thinking of her. Wondering if when he finally had her, that he should tell her about this. Alan couldn't help the wry smile. He was certain she would thank him. Her savior.

[poppy-metal]

i fully believe steve prefers hitting it from the back idc idc idc. i want to fuck him so bad i'm going to have a meltdown fuck omg

He looks so pretty when he's miserable.

warnings: asshole!steve, reader is okay with it though. brief hints of nancy/reader. an even briefer hint of poly nancy/reader/steve at the end bc i have no control of my clit. hopeful ending. smut.

a/n: literally just wanted to write angry steve hitting it from the back but backstory snuck in and now im thinking about this dynamic. help.

ike....post breakup with nancy. you're buzzing when you hear he's at the party you're at. as the rumor mill goes, he hasn't been the partying type since wheeler broke his heart. at a party, you hear. so knowing he is hear has your heart beating fast.

you've always had a thing for him. ever since your freshman year really, when you'd been that annoying person who showed up to school with too many supplies. colored pens and highlighers neatly lined in front of you, pink notebook and fuzzy pink pencil posied and ready to take notes. it was embarrassing really. you felt a little silly when you saw how everyone else wasn't nearly as eager as you were.

but then steve had come into the room, laughing with his friends. that good smelling cologne filling the space around you as he passed. he'd stopped for a moment, glancing down at your colorful assortment and you'd felt so humiliated, sure he was about to say something sarcastic. but he'd merely curled his lips in a half kind of smile and rapped his knuckes on your desk, "look at you all prepared. putting us all to shame already, eh?"

maybe it HAD been sarcastic. you didn't care. either way, you'd been obsessed with him ever since.

but he'd gone and fallen in love with nancy wheeler. you couldn't blame him. or her. she was very pretty, you'd caught yourself sneaking glances in the lockerooms when you'd been changing for gym. had nearly had a heart attack when she'd smiled at you one day and said she liked your bra, thought it was cute.

so you hadn't been bitter. just disappointed. they were a hot couple. you'd moved on anyway, dated throughout high-school, done your thing.

it was the end of senior year though. and you and steve were at the same party. and he was single. ready to mingle? you'd find out.

finding him wasn't easy. you felt like a bit of a stalker, you had to admit, scouring the crowded rooms, peeking in rooms. you guessed just because he decided to come, didn't mean he was in a party mood.

you did find him though. at the last room at the end of the hall. the master bedroom, you had to guess. he was sagged in chair in the corner of said room, nursing a half empty bottle of beer, gripped loosely in his fingers. he looked beautiful. and a little pathetic. mostly beautiful, though.

he wore sunglasses, tipped precariously on the edge of his nose. he was wearing black, all black, which even you knew was strange. his hair wasn't styled. hanging into his forehead in a messy heap. his cheeks were flushed pink. he had to be tipsy.

you stepped gently into the room, "who's funeral?" you said idly, trying to keep your voice cool. like you'd just accidentally stepped in and hadn't been searching like a stalker.

steve peered at you from the bridge of his sunglasses, squinting like he was trying to place you, and then relaxing when he stopped trying to figure out who you were. "mine." he replied simply, swinging the bottle back to take a large sip. you watched his adams apple bob.

"oh, well. my condolences to your family." you try to joke, "i heard steve was an upstanding young man. he will be missed."

he looked at you then. really looked at you. in a way that made your skin heat, before he was looking away again. propping his chin on his hand and staring off somewhere. "will he?" he sounded wistful. you had a feeling he meant nancy. you winced.

"i think she was dumb, you know." you blurt without thinking. steves eyes snap to yours though, so you can't fold the words up and swallow them. you have to push forward. "b-by breaking up with you, i mean. i would never-"

you stop there, realizing you were about to lay out your minor obsession just like that. you feel his eyes on you, heavy and intense, but you're looking at the floor now. you hear the sound of him setting his bottle down.

"close the door." his voice sounds a bit clearer now. you look up at him, startled. the glint of his sunglasses meet you. you gulp, and hesitantly close the door.

"lock it."

you do that to. you're like a puppet, you think. a quiet marionette. the click of the lock sounds thunderous in the now quiet room. the thump of the party downstairs sounds distant, like a different universe from the one you're in right now.

steve stands up. you assumed he was at least a little tipsy, but he walks fine. walks you all the way back until your hip touches the dresser behind you. your own wide eyed reflection meets you in his glasses. you feel trapped. you don't want to break free.

he tilts his head, a lock of golden hair falling. your hands twitch to feel it. you know his hairs got to feel so soft. absurdly so.

"you'd never." he parrots back to you. "you'd never.....what? break up with me in a bathroom? lie about loving me? ditch me for some freak with bad hair?"

you blink. there's alot to unpack there. your fingers dig into the wood behind you. "u-um. well, y-yes." you look down again, "I'd never break up with you....if i had you."

"you're that girl from chemistry." he says suddenly, like hes just now remembering. you feel your skin light up with his recognition. "i remember now."

you start to smile-

"could always feel you staring at me. like, you never stopped. it was kinda creepy."

your smile falls.

"you've waited a long time for this, then, huh?" his voice sounds distant. casual. "for us to break up. wanted to swoop in and, what? comfort me? make me feel better? remind me why im the king of fucking hawkins?"

he sounds like he's making fun of himself. bitter. you realize this isn't about you, you're just a vessel. you could turn and walk away. he doesn't want you. not in the way you want him to. but- he sounds so sad, too. and maybe you were creepy, and weird, and a stalker. but.

"if that's what you want." you tell him, blinking up at him, resolved in your decision. "you've always been a king to me. even what you and nancy split. you're the coolest guy I know."

you hear his sharp inhale of breath. see his pink lips part. he closes them. jerks his head, "turn around. bend over." when you pause he raises an eyebrow, "you wanna help me right? this is what i need. i need to fuck." he touches your waist, where your skirt meets your top. "Is that good with you?"

you spin around without another second delay, bending at the waist over the hard wood of the dresser. the way he said fuck is running through your head, making you dizzy. steve harrington wants to fuck you. jesus.

you feel your skirt being hiked up, and your toes curl in your flats, cunt already wet and slick. ever since you saw him sitting there with a bottle in hand.

you feel his finger on the outline of your panties, push yourself up on your toes to grind back.

you hear his husky chuckle, and then his sunglasses are being thrown haphazardly on the dresser next to you. you hear him unluckle his jeans, unzip.

"I should have never dated nancy." he says, to himself. you whine as you feel the pressure of his blunt tip at your folds, he's holding your panties to the side, not even bothering to yank them down your thighs. "when wet willing pussy like this was around-" his chest presses against your arched spine, his head catches against your slick hole. pushes in. he grunts and you whimper. "could've. fuuuuck that's it- could've been fucking girls like you in the back of my car every weekend. instead of. buying. fucking. flowers. shit- goddamn."

he punctuates each word with a hard thrust, slamming your hips into the hard wood. the slap, slap, slap of him fucking you fills the room. makes you drool. hes using you, using you to feel better about himself. about the pain she caused. and you're fine with it, thrust back into him when he growls "that's right. back that ass up on my dick.", squeeze around him just to hear his breath hitch. you'd have gladly been a wet willing pussy for him to fuck into whenever he wanted. you don't care. this feels amazing.

"fuck, you're so good." his praise makes you dizzy, drip around him and the slick sounds your pussy is making around his cock are downright lewd. "such a good pussy. god, i missed this."

"you can have it," you whine, humping back into him, "whenever you want."

"yeah?" he sounds breathless. close. "gonna give me your number after this and let me cash in on this hot little piece of pussy whenever i want, huh? gonna pick up and drop everything the moment i call, right? spread those pretty legs without me even having to ask?"

you nod desperately, feeling yourself start to peak, bite down on your hand because you'll scream if you dont. he fucks so good. he hits so deep. hes so fucking big.

"good girl." he groans, gripping your hips and pulling you back to meet his pounding. "gonna cum in you. you're gonna let me."

you're so glad you're on birth control. you'd let him anyway, even if you weren't. "uh huh." you babble dumbly, "want it. cum in me."

he fucks you hard, before stilling, slamming into you to the hilt and pressing you down with his hand at the back of your head into the wood underneath you. you feel the warm splash of cum inside you, the grinding of his pelvis against your clit making your own orgasm gush around him. you feel limp and exhausted afterwards, panting heavily.

steve is quiet as he pulls out of you. you're both quiet as you right your clothing. he picks up his sunglasses and runs a hand through his hair, not meeting your gaze.

"do you." you lick your lips. "do you. uh. want my number?"

he puts the glasses on. shield his emotions from you, just like that. he nods once, jerkily. "sure. why not?"

____

steve doesn't call you after that. and two years later, when hawkins is overrun by monsters you never thought could be real, he saves you. you'd thought you'd never see him again. but there he is, but he's not alone.

nancy is with him. at his side. they're holding hands. in a way only lovers do. in the way you saw them do in the hallways your sophomore and junior year.

you almost wish he would have let you die. remembering that night, two years ago. him inside you. him using you. you letting him. of course, you'd only been an outlet. duh.

you let him convince you to stay with them though, guessing the protection couldn't be the worst thing.

you don't see the way he looks at you. don't see the guilt in his eyes, the shame. he wasn't himself that night, and you didn't even know it. he'd wanted to call. but then everything had happened. and he got nancy back. that's all that should matter. right?

he doesn't know why he can't stop watching you then. why he can't stop wanting to apologize and swear to you that the him you saw wasn't the him he actually was.

but he can't. when he looks at nancy, he's a little suprised to see her staring after yout too, pretty lips parted. like she's remembering something.

when she catches steve looking she blushes and looks away.

huh.

[junosmindpalace]

Hi I'm wondering if your requests are open but can I request a scenario with Ryusui who is constantly rejected by the reader ? & thank you ! XD

okay i absolutely adored this request and went in with the intention of trying to write comedy and accidentally make it slightly angsty??!!! (happy ending though i promise.) admittedly i found this surprisingly challenging to write- i've said before that i'm not very confident with my characterization of ryusui and that's probably pretty evident in this oneshot, but nevertheless i hope you still enjoy!

synopsis: he desires everything, including you--and it makes you nervous.

warnings: manga spoilers!! beware, as i said some angst but happy ending :)

word count: 2.2k

note: it's almost 2am and i reeeallly wanted to get this out so its poorly edited as always. might come back later with a fresh mind

You didn’t know what it would take to get Ryusui off your back.

Before the two of you became friends, you were certain that Ryusui Nanami was one of the most insufferable people you’ve ever met, always on about desire this and desire that. His arrogance infuriated you. ‘How is anyone supposed to work with this guy?’ you would think to yourself. Over time however, you realized that beneath his selfish and sometimes harsh exterior, Ryusui is a caring guy with a lot of ambition and determination who genuinely loves people and what the world has to offer. In some ways, you could relate to his way of thinking, but it didn’t make his overbearing desires and booming voice any less irritating.

The two of you eventually became decent friends through the work you put into building the Perseus, and even closer friends through your adventures together with the rest of the crew. But something you found strange about your relationship with Ryusui was that, even though you disliked him quite a bit when the two of you were mere strangers, he’s always liked you. 

This shouldn’t be too weird; as said, Ryusui loves people. No matter who they are or how long he’s known them, Ryusui can always find something to like about someone, which you couldn’t help but respect about him from the beginning. But Ryusui always presented his desires for a person in a way that was seen as admiration and awe of them. While he presented his desire to want you in this way as well, he later also started presenting his desire for you in a romantic way you observed he didn’t desire anyone else. 

At some point, Ryusui Nanami realized that he desired you as a romantic partner. What caught you off guard one day was the fact that he told you. 

This weird proclamation came from him when you confronted his bold and “special” treatment toward you. He often offered you heaps of Drago for the most trivial things you did, claiming they were worthy of the money he bestowed upon you. He encouraged you to use the money to buy an outfit you had eyed from Senku’s department store or some cotton candy, occasionally even making purchases for you. He’d invite you to bask in his luxuries together, setting up a chair for you beside him with members of the Kingdom of Science feeding and cooling you down after a hard day's work. If there was something you had mentioned you wanted, or hell, even liked or loved, Ryusui would take a mental note of it and look for ways to obtain it. Flowers by a hillside you thought were pretty? A bouquet will show up by your tent. Mumbling out loud about how you could use some fresh tools? An assortment of polished ones will be gifted to you by Ryusui himself. You were confused and taken aback by the sudden affection, and blunt as ever, Ryusui responded “In truth, Y/N, I desire you as my partner, and I want you by my side!”

Ryusui desires the Earth, heavens and seas. He seemingly wants every conceivable item, skill and trait, and he isn’t shy about these bold desires; he never has been. So even though this proclamation was no different than the rest, it still surprised you just the same. He wanted you as a partner? 

And so that’s what led to your current dilemma: you didn’t know what it would take to get Ryusui off your back. 

You’ve heard from Minami about how Ryusui was rarely seen without the company of a beautiful girl. He was constantly around them and dubbed a playboy by the media before the petrification. No way he’s loyal. 

“What can I tell you; I love everyone! But in this day and age, I love you, and only you--romantically.”

Sure, you two knew each other a fair amount, but you’ve still only just met. Plus, you have an important mission ahead of the two of you. Won’t a relationship interfere with that?

“Then let me get to know you more, Y/N. I want you to be mine. No journey or grueling mission will change that.” 

And when Ryusui Nanami desires something, he’s determined to obtain it or make it come to fruition. But you were still reluctant, and so you turned him down.

Every attempt at flirting was shut down, every date offer was rejected, and gifts were either politely returned or hesitantly kept because of Ryusui's insistence. All these failures would surely have the average person give it up and get over the rejection. But this was Ryusui Nanami, and he was confident that you just needed time to come around. 

With the help of Francois, Ryusui went full out trying to win you over. He asked Francois to make you your favorite foods, he complimented you frequently, whether it was your appearance, a thought you shared or something you did, and in small ways looked after you.

There were many times when you really were in awe of him. He always did his best to look out for you, in and out battle, sometimes even preventing you from sustaining major injuries or helping you recuperate after you take on too much work.

But then he’d open his mouth and say something like “after all this is done, we should wind down in my quarters” and you’d scoff and move away from him while he'd either laugh or stare at you with a small frown. When you’re struggling with something, he’s always quick to be the first one to come to your aid, and yeah, you notice how he takes every chance he gets to stand obnoxiously close to you.

However, Ryusui never takes his antics too far. As soon as you shoot him a dirty look, he's inches away from you and putting his hands up in mock surrender. He’s not focusing all his attention on trying to win you over; after all, you two are a part of the Perseus crew for good reason. But any chance Ryusui gets to charm you, he’ll take. 

-

“I clean up nice, am I wrong, Y/N?” 

When it came down to deciding what route to take to America, while you understood the realistic approach Ryusui wanted to take, you agreed with Senku’s more logical plan of action. What you didn’t expect was a game of poker to be initiated in order to decide who’s plan will be executed. 

“I’m hurt you’re siding with Senku on this one, but you’ll thank me for saving you from the burden of Senku’s route once I win.” Ryusui seemed to have the utmost confidence that he’d reign victorious with Gen Asagiri, the master of trickery and deceit, on his side, but you had to suppress your smile when his jaw dropped as Kohaku seated herself beside Senku. With Kohaku’s sharp eyes, she’d be able to spot and put a stop to any dirty moves Gen tries to pull. A tense game ensued, and your gaze shifted between eyeing Ryusui and Gen’s wicked grins and Senku and Kohaku’s skeptical expressions. In the end, as you had predicted, Senku had won the game, which meant that his plan would be put to action. As cheers erupted from the crew watching and money was tossed around in the air from the bets made beforehand, Ryusui reluctantly turned his head toward you, and you had to muffle your laughter behind your hand upon seeing his dumbfounded expression as you rolled your eyes and left the riot.

You were surprised to hear that Ryusui’s shock and disappointment wore off quick after revealing that he and Francois had opened a casino for the entire crew to enjoy, which didn’t sound awful to you. The formal attire worn while playing poker inspired you to dress up a little for a fun night with your friends. How long had it been since you’ve had some modern fun? 

You sat by Bar Francois in formal wear that you and a couple members of the crew had bought from Yuzuriha before you left for your trip, laughing at the retelling of fond memories from the pre-petrification world and sipping on your drink every once in a while. It was the most calm and at home you felt in a long while, and you were silently grateful to the eccentric captain for the work he put into making the casino. When the conversation died down a little, Nikki, who was one of the people you had talked to about your situation with the sailor, shifted her gaze toward someone in the middle of the room. “Uh oh. Lover boy looks like he wants to make a move.” 

Your eyes followed Nikki’s gaze and you were suddenly met with Ryusui’s widened brown ones shining under the moonlight. For a moment, there was no movement from either one of you, but then Ryusui swallowed and made a slow beeline for you. Nikki quickly turned away when you nudged her for the inappropriate nickname. “Look, I completely understand why you keep turning him down but…who knows. Maybe a date won’t be so bad.”

And with that, she excused herself and walked off. 

-

Ryusui had asked if the two of you could roam around the ship, away from everyone else, and you agreed, the exhaustion from the eventful night slowly catching up to you. Ryusui’s hands were clasped behind his back as he made conservation, taking into account your exhaustion and making sure you didn’t need to give him any lengthy responses to any of his comments or questions. 

Throughout the slightly one-sided conversation, Ryusui teased and flirted, as he always managed to do with you, and as you picked up on each charm attempt, you thought back to what Nikki had told you earlier that evening. “Maybe a date wouldn’t be so bad…”

“I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself in the casino. You look beautiful, as you always do, but seeing you in formal attire was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps next time you dress up will be for a date in my quarters?” 

You sighed deeply. This offer was unlike so many others Ryusui made. It wasn’t upfront and in your face, it wasn’t loud or grand. Hell, it almost seemed shy or- no- hopeful. You were staring down at Ryusui’s shoes, the confliction you felt evident on your face. Suddenly, you couldn’t hear the heels of Ryusui’s shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he walked alongside you. You stopped and turned around to see the captain with his head down. 

“Ryusui, I…” 

“I’m…sorry if I’ve forced you into a corner, Y/N. I never meant for my persistence to be overwhelming, I guess I didn’t expect to like you this much.” He laughed humourlessly staring at the ground, his hands still behind his back. You couldn’t find the words to consolidate him. You had never seen him so down.

But then he suddenly turned his head to look up at you and slowly started approaching you.

“Just one chance, Y/N,” one step. Two.

“I promise you,” another step.

“I won’t be wasting your time.”

He took one final step so he was standing directly in front of you. For a second, all the two of you did, could do, was stare at each other, your tired eyes examining Ryusui’s glimmering, hopeful ones. And then, without breaking eye contact, Ryusui pulls out a small bouquet of flowers. Ones you had seen on Treasure Island, which seemed to be preserved surprisingly well. You think you remember commenting on their beauty on one of your expeditions.

Up until tonight, Ryusui’s gestures have never been something you thought too deeply about; at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself. But now, Ryusui has confronted you with a billion percent seriousness. Maybe it was something about his flamboyant nature that made you uneasy and reluctant to even consider the possibility of being something more with him. Maybe it’s why you shoved down your thoughts and feelings, let your fears surface and become easy ways to excuse yourself. After all, you had plenty of those with the circumstances you two were in. 

Was he getting discouraged? Would this be his final attempt at winning you over? Knowing Ryusui, probably not. He seemed determined, but looking closer you could see his shoulders sagging, the grip on the flowers loose, as if he was sad. His face didn’t carry his usual boyish grin or dazzling smile. Only furrowed brows and a small frown. Admittedly, all you could really think was ‘is he serious?’ and stare in confusion. 

Ryusui’s eyes slowly trailed down to the flowers, and a dull ache spread over your heart started upon seeing his face slowly contort into one of disappointment. Maybe a date wouldn’t be so bad. 

And so as Ryusui was about to tell you that he wouldn’t give up on you, he heard you sigh and felt your fingers brush over his, watching you take the bouquet from his hands. His head jutted forward, and his mouth morphed into an “o” as his eyes found yours again, widening when you gave him a small smile.

“Oh, what the hell. So, dinner in your quarters, huh?”

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Unplanned Happiness: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 1.1k

Request: Could you write and fic where Eddie accidentally gets the reader pregnant and their parents kick them out so they go live with Eddie and his uncle?I think Eddie would be scared shirtless at first but would end up being a great dad

You sat there in shock as the pregnancy tests all read positive...there was no way you thought as Nancy came into the bathroom to check on you.  It was her idea to go grab some after you've been sick all week, and then when you realized that you were late for your period, she suggested for you try them to see.

"Are you okay?" She asked you.

"I don't know Nance.....I don't know what I'm going to do my parents are going to kill me and I don't know Eddie is going to react either. Nance I'm scared." You said through tears.

"It's going to be okay, I promise I'll be here for you even if no one else but I know Eddie wouldn't let you go through this by yourself. So let's go tell Eddie first and then we can figure out where to go from there, okay?" She said as you nodded.

You two climbed into her car and drove over to Eddie's trailer and you were a nervous wreck the whole time as you thought about this conversation was going to go.  When you two finally reached Eddie's trailer it made you want to stay in the car and turn around and not tell him at all.

"Come on he deserves to know. I'll wait out here for you just in case things go south." She said as you nodded your head at her.

"Sweetheart, I was expecting to see you today." He said placing a kiss on your lips and hugging you.

"I know but there's something I kinda need to talk to you about." You said making him nervous.

"Everything okay?" He asked as you two took a seat on the couch.

"Eddie...Eddie, I'm pregnant." You said through tears as Eddie felt his heart drop because there was no way he was ready for a kid.

"How? We were so careful." He said trying to figure out how this was possible.

"The Metallica concert we went to a few days after spring break ended and we had sex in your van." You said remembering how you and Eddie were so caught in the lust that you both said fuck the condom because you both forgot to bring some.

"I remember now. What do you want to do? Because I'll support you either way." He said reaching for your hand.

"I was gonna keep it....I know it's a stupid thing to do but I'm kinda excited to be a mother." You said.

"Then I know we'll be the greatest parents to this baby. What did your parents say?" He asked you.

"I haven't told them yet. I wanted to tell you first before I talk to them." You said already knowing they were going to kill you.

"Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what." He said placing a kiss on your lips as you felt a weight being lifted off of your shoulders.

The next day you sat down and told your parents who were furious that you were pregnant and much less that it was Eddie's. But when you told them you were keeping it they told you to get out of their house and to never come back so in the midst of your tears you packed a few bags and called Nancy who said that you could stay with her because there was no way you cold stay with Eddie and his uncle.

"Thank you, Mrs. Wheeler." You said as she wrapped her arms around you.

"No need to thank me sweetheart, but I am going to have a talk with you and Eddie once he gets here about how serious this is." She said as you nodded your head at her.

A few minutes later Eddie walks through the door and immediately wraps his arms around glad to see you safe and was okay after what your parents did to you. Mrs.Wheeler sat down with you two and talked to you about everything you were getting yourselves into and made sure you two knew the struggle you were gonna face and was she saw how serious you two were she relaxed a bit.

"So Eddie I figured that they could stay here with me and Nancy where we have room, and you are free to come to visit and stay when you want, while you two figure out what you're going to do." Mrs. Wheeler said as Eddie nodded his head at her words.

Those nine months were rough for the both of you, but you two were able to get an apartment so that you could get out of the way at the Wheeler's. Nancy and her mom were great at helping you get through this and so was Eddie. You had never seen him cry before you two went to your sonogram appointment and found out that you were having a boy or when the baby kicked for the first time. He was so involved with the baby,  you have never seen him so focused on something other than D&D, like some nights when he thought you were sleeping he would talk to the baby or play music for it which made you smile.

As it got closer to your due date, Eddie was nervous about leaving you to go to work or school and Mrs. Wheeler said that she would call him if something happened. That day you and Mrs. Wheeler were getting the apartment set up when you felt something warm leak down your leg making you realize you were going to labor.

You kept crying out for Eddie as the pain coursed throughout the body wondering where he was as Nancy swore he was on his way. A few minutes later Eddie walked in and switched spots with Nancy apologizing for taking so long and telling you what a good job you were doing. A few hours later after so much pain and exhaustion, you and Eddie's son was born and you swore your heart couldn't be fuller.

"Dad would like to hold him?" The nurse asked after they got him cleaned and everything.

"Go ahead." You said to Eddie who didn't want to leave your sight.

Eddie was nervous about holding the baby at first but once the nurse showed him how to, he got the hang out of it falling in love with his son as he walked over and took a seat next to you on the bed. While he was scared at first about being a parent, he was happy that it was you.

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine being the Avengers weapon expert and Kate accidentally kissing you

You were in your lab working on a new staff for Yelena, after testing out her upgraded widow bites on actual mission. She barged into the lab the second she returned with a duffel bag on her shoulder, and dumped the contents out on your workstation. With no regard for the work you were already doing. She demanded that you give all of her weapons cool upgrades, and then she saw the look on your face. The blonde was one of your best friends, and you loved her. But you didn't appreciate her burying your papers, and the mini bombs under her pile of staffs, batons, guns, and knives.

She apologized profusely realizing what she did, and actually got upset thinking you were angry with her. You calmed her down, letting her know it was okay and in the future just choose an empty space to put her stuff on. She agreed and the two of you started going over ideas for her weapons.

That was about two days ago and you hadn't left the lab since. Unless it was to sleep or shower your food was delivered to your lab by Yelena or another agent. You didn't think anyone would really notice your absence around the Compound, considering your lab was already basically your home. If you weren't in there then you would be in the room. Every now and then you make the occasional trip to the kitchen to grab something out of the fridge. But other than that was it unless one of the Avengers requested your audience somewhere else.

Well that was your routine before you started hanging out with Kate on a daily basis. The archer kept her promise and even after getting her trick arrows back. She made it a habit to stop by the lab just about every single day. Unless she was on a mission, or you were working on a huge project and needed solidarity. Even then Kate would at least join you for a small lunch break, and if she noticed you were too caught up with your work. Kate would force you away from it and take out into the city to enjoy yourself.

This was one of those times Kate had a mission that would require her to be away for at least three days. At the most and you promised to spend some time with her before leaving, but here it was her last day. Before she had to depart for the mission later that night, and there had be no sign of you for almost two days. She knew what exactly what was going on, and decided to head to the lab to put a stop to it.

You were too focused on the simulations running on your laptop to realize the doors slid open. It was when your chair started moving backward pulling you away from your workstation. You became aware of the presence of the intruder, and you didn't need to turn around to see who it was.

"Kate no I'm almost done I just need to see if the end of the results, and make sure the damage of the energy waves will be controlled." You whined reaching for the desk in a last ditch effort to try and and grab it. But it was too faraway and as your body leaned forward to make up the distance. Which was still no good and if it wasn't for Kate grabbing the back of your jacket. You would've face planted on the hard concrete floor.

"And I only have a few more hours left of free time before I leave for my three day mission. Those weapons can wait and Yelena will be fine without them after all I'm going to be her partner." She told you spinning the chair around so you were facing her.

You couldn't hide the guilty look on your face when you realized that. Indeed you'd been neglecting her these past couple of days to work on the weapons.

"I'm sorry Katie the rest of my day belongs to you. Whatever you want to do I promise" You said rubbing the back of your neck with a sheepish smile.

O-Oh y-ye-yeah th-that sounds great yeah um I was thinking of-" Kate paused stumbling over her words. You calling her Katie threw her like it always did. Besides Yelena you were the only one who called her that, but when it came out of your mouth. It was way more adorable than when the blonde would use it.

You raised an eyebrow at her with a more confident smile forming now. "Did you want to go into the city?"

Kate shook her head finally pulling herself together. "No I wanted to teach you how to shoot an arrow. You told me last week that the bow and arrow was the only weapon. You truly sucked at and I want to help you master it."

The confidence vanished as you let out a nervous chuckle. "Um are you sure about that?"

"Of course its not like you'll be shooting an apple off my head or something? We'll start out with some basic target practice and go from there. Come on its going to be fun" Kate said not really giving you a choice. Her hand latched onto yours, and next you knew she was tugging you out of the chair.

You let her lead you down the hallway and into one of gyms for training. It was empty besides the two of you with nothing but wide open field. At the end was a three giant target boards spread out next to each other. There was a small table with a pretty normal looking bow and arrow on it.

"Where did you get this archery set from?" You asked picking it up to study the material a bit more closely.

"I bought it from Walmart yesterday when I went snack shopping" Kate answered. Her eyes drifting upward to the ceiling knowing you were giving her a judgmental look.

"You mean to tell me one of your best friends is literally a pro at building weapons, and has access to some of the strongest materials out there. But you choose to buy a cheap archery set at a grocery store instead of coming to me." You knew she wasn't trying to insult your skills or anything, but still you were offended.

"It was on sale and a good set for beginners. I thought it would be perfect for you rather than some of the high tech stuff. You gave me those arrows can do some serious damage y/n. I figured you wouldn't appreciate me using them for training" She explained.

When she putted broke it down like that. You couldn't argue with her decision anymore. "Alright come show me how to do this." You caved picking up the bow, and doing your best to notch one of the arrows. Your hands fiddled with the bowstring trying to place the arrow in there perfectly. When another hand covered your own and began guiding your movements. Kate rested her other hand on your waist for the time being. You could her body pressing into yours slightly from behind, but it was until your head turned to the side. And found her face just a few an inches away that you let out a shaky breath forgetting the words on the tip of your tongue.

"Hey pay attention or you'll never get this down" She chided softly nudging her chin forward.

"Oh yeah right so I just-" Your voice trailed off as you let Kate take over and guide you in putting the arrow in place. Then her other hand left your rest and came to rest on the your other hand. With her help you were able to notch the arrow, pull it back without it falling out, and released it. In the past whenever you tried to shoot an arrow it wouldn't go far before hitting the ground. This time the arrow sailed across the gym and struck one of the wooden targets. It didn't hit the bullseye but at least it made it.

Kate took a step back missing the disappointed look on your face since you were still facing away from her. "There we go let's just do that a few more times then we'll work on your aim."

For the next two hours Kate taught you basics of shooting arrows. Until you could notch the arrow and shoot it successfully without her help. After that she moved on to helping you learn how to aim better but only got ten minutes in. Before Yelena came barging into the gym in her Widow suit, and a bag slung across her shoulder.

"Bishop change of plans we need to move out in ten minutes. Go get ready and meet me at the quinjet." The blonde announced throwing a quick wave at you, and then she was gone again.

You managed to wave at her too not bothered at all by the lack of acknowledgment. Yelena was always like that when it came time for an important mission.

Kate let out a frustrated groan at having her time with you cut short. What could possibly be going on that it required them to leave almost five hours early.

You placed the bow and arrow back on the table and turned to Kate with a cheerful smile. "Its okay Katie we can pick this up when you get back."

"I know but its just I'm going to be gone so long you know" she replied walking closer to you.

"The next three days will come and go before you know it. Trust me I'm not going to replace you before then I don't think I could ever replace you."

Kate beamed at those words and without realizing it she leaned forward to press a lips to yours for just a few quick seconds. Your body froze and there was no response from you at all, but it was so fast that it didn't matter. She pulled away with a grin "that's really nice to hear y/n. I gotta go before Yelena decides she needs to hunt me down. I'll see you in three days" with those words Kate took off out of the gym. Leaving you there rooted in the that spot shock written all over your face.

It wasn't until Kate was seated in the quinjet next to Yelena buckling herself in. She realized just exactly what she did, and her eyes widened as soon as the realizations hit her.

"OH CRAP"

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[llocallesbian]

you make me feel like a teenager in love | j. byers

pairing(s); joyce byers x fem reader

prompt; “I’d love to hear how you ‘accidentally’ climbed through my bedroom window.” “I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” (from @crybabyddl )

warnings; just straight fluff? its so cheesy its sickening.

a/n; takes place at the end of season one, also theres like not many joyce fics?? im so hurt.

Joyce sighed softly as she gently closed Will’s bedroom door once she made sure he was sleeping peacefully. Walking back to the living room, she smiled as she seen Johnathon clearing the living room of all the trash from their Christmas movie.

“I think that’s it..” The eldest Byers boy trailed off as he looked around the living room, making sure everything was in place. “The dishes and all are already done.” Joyce smiled softly at him, leaning against the doorway.

“Thank you, sweetie. Now go, go get some rest. It’s been a long day.” She playfully swatted at him and he chuckled, raising his hands in a playful manner. He grabbed his new camera that was under the tree for him that morning and kissed her cheek as he passed by.

“Goodnight mom.”

“Goodnight sweetheart.” She heard his door close softly and she sighed tiredly, looking around the room one last time before shutting the living room lights off and making her way to her own bedroom. She walked in and shut the door before turning her lamp on and jumping when she seen her girlfriend. “Jesus!” You jumped, startled by her yell and gave her a sheepish small smile.

“Sorry!” Joyce placed her hand over her chest as she caught her breath.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack? How did you even get in?” You pursed your lips as you watched her take in your appearance and all the bags around you.

“It was an accident, really-”

“I’d love to hear how you ‘accidentally’ climbed through my bedroom window.” She cut you off and she nodded to her open bedroom window that she always made sure to shut when she left her room. Her arms crossed over her chest and she poked her hip out, giving you the look she used to give Johnathon when he broke things and blamed Will.

“Oh, did I say accident?” You grimaced and scratch at your head for a second. “Okay! You caught me! I came by to give you some things and Johnathon was out there and we’re a secret so I had to sneak in.” You rushed out in one breath and she closed her eyes as she let out an amused chuckle. “Oh, don’t laugh! I nearly broke my neck climbing in here.”

“Baby, why didn’t you just wait until tomorrow?” She questioned with a chuckle, walking over to you, grabbing your hand and looping her fingers through.

“Because it’s still Christmas and I wanted to give you your gift on Christmas, not the day after-” You motioned to the clock, stopping mid sentence when you seen the time. 11:53 pm. “Oh quick!” Joyce’s heart swelled as she seen you throw the bags onto her bed, quickly looking through them for her gift. She wondered what she did to deserve you. “Okay, this one is yours.” You handed her a bag and she just smiled at you. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you rubbed at your cheeks, “Do I have something on my face?”

She laughed, shaking her head as she sat on the edge of her bed, taking your gift into her hands. “I just, i’m very thankful for you.” Heat rose to your cheeks and you giggled softly, turning to the side slightly so she wouldn’t catch you flustered.

“Just open it.” You rolled your eyes playfully, taking a seat next to her. Her hand reached into the pink bag, pulling out the book. Her eyes skimmed the cover. Little Women. “I know it’s your favorite. I was walking around the bookstore and the lady was saying they had first copies of Little Women and lost yours….” You trailed off for a moment, trying to see her reaction. “Anyways, I read it and annotated it for you. There’s little notes and things that remind me of you and- OH! I wrote something of the first page for you, but don’t open it until i leave-” You were silenced by Joyce pressing her lips to yours, her free hand coming up to cup the side of your face. You allowed yourself to fall into the kiss and you found yourself whining slightly when she pulled away, pressing her forehead to yours.

You both stayed like that for a moment, unable to open your eyes as you both caught your breath. “You know, you ramble when you’re nervous.” She chuckled and you opened your eyes, looking right into her brown ones. Her cheeks were pink and her smile was wide. You leaned back, giving her a small smile. “I love it. It’s beautiful.” You nodded, grabbing the book, you placed it onto the bed, nodding to her bag.

“There’s records in there. Mainly love songs but they all remind me of you or us in some way, so I hope you like it.” She grinned at you, pulling out the records, the one on top making her smile wider if that was possible. She put the rest onto the bed, walking to her record player with it. You laughed loudly as you heard the song.

Each time we have a quarrel

It almost breaks my heart

'Cause I'm so afraid

That we will have to part

She pulled your hand, making you stand as she twirled you around and you giggled, dancing with her. She sang to you as you both moved back and fourth, your arms around her neck and hers around your waist, holding you close.

“I don’t know about being teenagers in love.” You joked playfully with her and she rolled her eyes, leaning down to plant a kiss right below your ear.

“Well, we might not be but you certainly make me feel like a teenager in love.” You looked up at her, smiling as you could feel yourself get lost in her eyes. You’d been together for nearly a year, being bestfriends for years before, but you’d still never get used to the way she looked at you with the most adoration in her eyes. It was quiet for a moment as you rested your head onto her shoulder, still moving to the song that played lowly.

“How’s Will and Johnathon?” And that right there, how much you cared for her boys, will always be one of the main reasons she loves you.

“They’re okay. Happy with their presents. You should’ve seen Johnathon’s face when he opened up the camera and Will with the art set.” She smiled thinking of her sons and you grinned, pulling back to look at her.

“You do know the other two bags is full of stuff for them, right?” She gently twirled you so that your back was pressed to her fronts and you saw the time. 11:59.

“I figured. Thank you.” She pressed another small kiss to the side of your head.

“Merry Christmas baby.” You whispered to her, holding her arms close to your stomach.

“Merry Christmas Sweetheart.” You turned your head to meet her, kissing her softly. Your pager beeped in ur bag and you huffed annoyed, making Joyce chuckle.

“I feel like Cinderella leaving by midnight.” You muttered annoyed as you pulled away from Joyce, silencing your pager. You knew it was work paging you for the late shift. “Guess I should get going..” She nodded, pressing a kiss to your lips once more. You grinned, grabbing your bag and tossing it out the window making Joyce groan.

“Just go out the front door.” You shook your head, laughing quietly as you put one foot out the window.

“Teenagers in love, remember? More fun like this, get the full experience.” She grabbed your other leg, helping you land gently so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. “Did you imagine it would be like this? Being grown and still sneaking out of windows?”You grinned playfully as you swooped your bag up, looking up at the window as your head just passed the bottom of the window.

“I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” She laughed as she leaned down, meeting your lips in a small peck. “Be safe! I love you.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” You smiled widely, looking around quickly before darting to your car. Joyce leaned against the window ledge, chuckling quietly to herself, she could feel her face flustered but the smile wouldn’t leave her lips. She glanced at the book and records and bags of gifts for her boys on the bed and back out to your car that was backing out and going onto the road. She definitely felt like a teenager in love.

[chrisevansredbelt]

But I Love You

epilogue of the fight and fuck series! read one, two and three here. series masterlist here.

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: fluffffff, tiny bit of angst, SMUT. p in v, spanking, pussy slapping, use of a belt, choking, reader on top, frank on top. actually kinda of a lot of angst i got sad at the end.

ENJOY!

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You frown softly to yourself as you clean the cuts on Frank’s stomach, the reality of Franks incident finally hitting you.

You just got done pulling out the bullet that lodged itself into his right ass cheek and as funny as it was at first, you couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

He was often bruised, punched around, cut, stabbed, bleeding. But rarely was he shot. Maybe you were overreacting- you shot him in the shoulder once before, but that was you. Only you could shoot Frank, no one else could.

Raising his brows, trying to decipher the look on your face- a deep frown set with a furrowed brow- he brings a hand up to softly graze against your arm to grab your attention, “You okay?”

“You’re bleeding out on our bathroom floor and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” You try to huff out a genuine laugh, but it comes out weak.

Bringing a hand up to your hair, he tucks a loose strand behind your ear, tilting your chin to look up at him. He observes your expression for another second, almost searching for something in particular and it seems as if he finds it- the frown lines left on your face no help with your case at all, “You look sad.”

Gah, he caught you. Looking down now, a little embarrassed and fidgeting with the utensils in hand, you just shrug and mumble, “I don’t like seeing you bruised anymore.” You finally confess, “I used to love it.”

He scoffs, jokingly offended, “Because I was in pain?” He smiles and you hum.

“Mm, that and it made you look extra sexy.”

“Extra sexy, hey?” He challenges, “So, I was already sexy?”

He tugs on your arm, bringing you impossibly closer even thought you’re quite literally already situated between his legs. You connect your lips to his, unable to properly kiss him however because of the smile that tugs at your lips.

Frank just made you all smiley and giggly, you couldn’t help it.

The kiss is very short lived as Frank grunts in your mouth, wincing and flinching underneath your touch where you’ve accidentally gotten a bit carried away and pushed on his bruised stomach.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, baby.” You quickly reach for the ice pack that was sitting by his thigh on the counter and press it to the large bruise. You pout up at him softly, feeling terribly guilty for causing him pain- no matter how little it was… Very ironic.

Bringing his hand up to your hair now, he just pulls your head closer to his and presses a kiss in your hair, making you smile softly. It was his way of forgiving you.

It’s silent for a second. Comfortably silent as Frank held you and you tended to his bruise.

“Wanna know a fun fact?” You ask.

You hear Frank snort a little, massaging his fingers through your hair before speaking, “Enlighten me.”

“When skin bruises, it’s because the blood vessels underneath the surface of the skin break due to the impact it receives. But since there’s no cut for the blood to come out of, it kinda just settles underneath the skin.” You tell him, mindlessly circling a few other, smaller bruises that litter his skin- ones that are much too small to hurt if you were to press down on them but you’re still cautious around them anyway.

“Smart girl.” He coos, and you can’t exactly tell if he’s mocking you or not, “Go on. Tell me more.” He nudges your hip and you blush a little. You liked feeling smart.

Thinking of more facts, you continue with a blushed smile, “And… it changes colour because the blood slowly loses oxygen. It starts off red, then purple, then blue, green and finally yellow- like a backwards rainbow kinda.”

When Frank doesn’t respond straight away, you look up at him- only to find that he’s just staring down at you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“What’s so funny?”

He shakes his head, sighing a little reminiscently, “Who would’ve thought you’d be fixing up my wounds and telling me facts about bruises?”

You roll your eyes seeing as that was what he found so funny. It was surprising- sure, but looking back, anyone could cut that sexual tension with a butter knife. Valid, though, sexual tension never really equated to fixing your wounds and telling fun facts about the human body.

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises.” You shrug, removing the now- only slightly cool ice pack from his stomach and chucking it into the sink, “Pancakes to make you feel better?” You ask, softly patting his thigh and watching him look at you the certain way you’ll never get tired of.

“God, I love you.”

Even though it was well into the night, you didn’t care. Pancakes were like cereal to you- you could eat it at anytime throughout the day, for whatever meal.

Frank was no help, only clinging to you from behind and snorting as you made silly, little pancake shapes- a love heart, a very bad star and finally mickey mouse.

Plating them up, you poured a shit ton of maple syrup on them with some whipped cream before sitting on the couch with Frank and feeding it into his mouth for him. Totally your idea, convincing him he was too injured to feed himself and that you would be honoured to do the job for him.

“Now look at me,” You hum, shovelling a small part of mickeys ear into Franks mouth, “Feeding you pancakes.”

“If someone told me that in a years time, you would be feeding mickey mouse shaped pancakes into my mouth, I probably would’ve killed them.” You roll your eyes, taking a small piece into your own mouth.

“I kinda miss when we used to hate each other.”

“Used to?” He jokes and you glare at him, despite knowing he was probably kidding, it caught you off guard and you liked to see how scared you could make him- because you did scare him when you gave him that look, “Kidding, babe.”

Sighing, you cut off another piece with the edge of the fork and bring it to Franks open mouth, “I miss the sex… the hate fucking.”

“You don’t like when I love on you?” He asks with a mouthful of food- which would have bothered you if it was anyone else- but you were too in love with him to care. That’s the same mouth that gives you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, you should be grateful for it if anything.

“I love when you love on me.” You assure him, “The mean sex was just fun.”

Experiencing Franks more… sensual side was a day you would never forget. It was such a stark contrast to what you had initially been so used to- which was of course nothing but pure, raw, filthy hate fucking. Rather than manhandle you into the right positions, Frank moulded you to accomodate the position and his body. He went slow, but picked up the pace at all the right times and places. His words, though still dirty, were filled with much more praise.

And as much as you loved it. As much as you loved nothing more than to come home and cuddle in bed until he made the first move to begin the soft and sensual sex- you really, really missed the hate fucking.

Taking the plate of pancakes from your hand, unexpectedly, he places it onto the small coffee table in front of the couch and you look at him curiously as he then takes the fork from your hand as well. He chucks it onto the plate and before you can even scold him for being so rough with the fine china, he pulls on your arm to bring you closer, slipping a hand around your waist to flip your positions so that you’re laying beneath him on the couch.

“All you had to do was ask.” Is all he simply says before attacking your lips in a rough kiss.

You reciprocated of course, returning the kiss with your hands flying up to his hair to tug on the short strands. He groans in your mouth and you have to contain the smile that tries to etch its way into your lips. You loved how you could just control him like the rat in Ratatouillie.

Deciding that the kiss had gone on too long and too soft for your liking, you pull back a little and bring his bottom lip with you, biting it harshly.

“Ow!” He whines, pinching your side but all that does is tickle you.

“Stop going so easy on me.” You snort, fisting his shirt to demonstrate the aggression you so desperately crave.

Sighing, he dips his head to your neck and places soft kisses and small bites there, “I don’t wanna hurt you anymore.” He mumbles, almost inaudible if it weren’t for the fact that you’d basically mastered comprehending Franks mumbled language every morning.

Sweet, though it was, you wanted him to hurt you. And you knew he had it in him, so you weren’t stopping until he did, “‘Course you wouldn’t, pussy.”

His ears prick up at the sound of the insult and he pulls his head out of your neck. You just give him a raised brow and sly smile as you watch in satisfaction.

Giving you the reaction you wanted, he stands from the couch, bringing your body with him and over his shoulder as he- you can only assume- walks you to the bedroom.

As you squeal, he harshly slaps your ass and you bite your lip to contain the moan that would only get you in more trouble.

Throwing you on the bed, he claws at your booty shorts before ripping them in two. With the thong you have on, he’s given easy access to your pussy and you keen in excitement at how hungrily he looks down at you.

“You wanna get fucked nice and hard, is that what you want?” He asks, unbuckling his belt slowly, knowing how much you loved it.

The moonlight and the streetlights from below his apartment coming in through the windows at just the right angle to highlight the incredibly sexy veins that protrude out of his hand.

You squirm underneath his gaze and shrug- putting up your own act now, “Don’t count on you to give me the satisfaction.”

Pulling his belt out it’s loops in one swift motion, you almost drool as he wraps it around his hand- leaving a loop at the end.

“No?” He asks, a raised brow as he tightens off the belt around his hand. Your heart rate instantly picks up and you really have to try your hardest not to break.

“But it’s okay,” You shrug again after shaking your head, “I’ve got a couple of back up plans that I have a lot more faith in… They put a lot in me too.” Though you’ve kinda cheated and used your current relationship as a means to rile him up- you don’t care. You’re just glad it does the job.

His eyes darken at the mere thought of another man even breathing the same air as you, but you put that thought into his head.

You barely realise that you’re being flipped over because it happened so fast, your chest being shoved into the mattress and your ass being pulled up as Frank settles behind you- destroying what’s left of your shorts to give him full access to your ass.

Without warning, the leather comes down hard against your ass and you jolt under his hold and fist the sheets. Resting on the side of your head, you furrow your brows and slack your jaw as he relentlessly continues.

“I’m the only fucking one that gets to fuck you.” You manage to hear over the loud slaps of skin that seemingly occur every few seconds, “Fuckin’ slut. You think anyone else knows how?”

“I know a lot of people.” You huff- despite your ass that’s now almost ruby red… you love it.

With his free hand, he grabs a fistful of your hair from behind, pulling you up a little as he hovers over you, “You’re a fucking whore, you know that?” He curses into your ear- and you don’t even wanna know how drenched you are down there, “But you’re my whore.” Trailing the belt down your tits, you feel your nipples harden, “I’m the only one that can make you go all dumb with my dick.” You whine a little- unable to contain it any longer as he continues to glide the belt over your barely clothed cunt, “And I own this fucking pussy.”

Flipping you over one last time, again- with no warning- he brings the belt down against your cunt and you moan out loud at the contact. It didn’t hurt as much because of the small piece of fabric that still covered it- but it still stung as he ripped your top in two and shed it from you completely.

While he forcefully pulls your legs over his hips, he brings the belt against each of your tits- making them impossibly more sensitive.

You whine as his clothed dick nudges up against your heat, clenching around nothing at even the slightest contact it’s almost embarrassing. Even more so that Frank noticed.

“Awe, see?” He coos mockingly, “You desperate for my dick? Hmm?” Discarding the belt somewhere on the bed, he brings his hand down to softly play with your covered clit. You moan loudly at the friction, indeed desperate, “Little fuckin’ slut needs attention that bad?” Your toes curl as he moves your thong to the side and slides his fingers through your folds, marvelling at how soaked his finger becomes, “So fucking wet, whore.”

Unexpectedly, his hand lays a harsh smack against your clit, cussing your back to arch, “Fuck you,” You curse, gasping as he goes back to rubbing it. You can’t take anymore. Your throbbing clit evident of such.

“Fuck me?” He mocks again, slapping your cunt once more before finally going to the button and fly of his pants. As he pulls his hard, red and angry cock out of the confines of his pants, you find yourself a little scared. There’s no way it’s this easy. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Harshly spreading your thighs apart, he runs the head of his cock through your folds- lathering it in a thick coat of your juices.

You both get lost as you stare down at where his cock is almost covered in white cream from where it’s leaking out of you. He pushes the head a little deeper inside you momentarily- and he tricks you by taking it out again. You grunt as he continues to do so, only fucking you with the head of his cock, “Hurry the fuck up, Frank.”

Averting his gaze down at you, he huffs, cock in hand as he stills his movements completely, “Someone’s desperate for my cock.”

You cut your eyes at him before correcting, “Unsatisfied.” You do well to hide your true emotion, smiling on the inside knowing just how well you could get him exactly where you wanted. Sure, he knew your body- but you knew him. You knew exactly how to rile him up and what it would get you in return.

You challenged him and he’s going to prove himself.

Shoving his cock fully inside you, you have to contain the gasp that lodges into your throat. Throwing your head back against the pillows, you breathe heavily as he slowly pulls out. You know how this goes- and God help you because you don’t think there will ever be a time that you get used to it.

He pushes back in almost instantly- setting a rough and hard pace- mercilessly fucking into your swollen pussy.

Grabbing his bicep, you dig your nails into the skin and smile internally at the small wince that leaves his mouth. The same arm that you grip onto comes around your neck, his large hand encasing your neck entirely- simultaneously continuing to fuck you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, pussy clenching at the way he so effortlessly could just kill you right now if he wanted to. That was probably the best part about the hate fucking.

“So- fucking tight.” Frank whispered, manoeuvring his hand to cup your jaw as he brought his upper half down to kiss at your neck again. He had to distract himself.

He wanted so badly to tell you he loved you, but he just knew it would ruin the moment. You don’t tell someone you love them when you’re hate fucking them.

Your hand comes to his neck, nails digging hard enough to draw blood but neither of you care.

As you grind your hips in time with his thrusts, Frank reaches for the small of your back and flips you both over so that you now straddle his hips.

Looking down at him confused, you wait for him to take charge- fucking his hips up into you like you knew he loved. But he doesn’t.

You just sit for a moment with his cock still inside you as he grasps your hand, guiding it towards his neck and once you get the hint, you wrap your hand the best you can around his neck.

He gives a curt nod which prompts you to finish what he’d started. Rolling your hips first, you sink yourself the rest of the way down- watching in delight as he so easily submits underneath you.

Both of his hands come to your ass, guiding the stroke of your hips as you familiarise yourself with control. As you set a pace, his hands become more loose, only spreading your cheeks apart to allow himself to sheathe himself any further- if that were at all possible.

Though you’re in control- you can’t help but moan more than he, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone doing wonders for your fast-approaching orgasm.

As your tits bounce in his face, he can’t help but grab a hold of one and shove it into his mouth, flicking the small bud and feeling you clench around him even tighter.

His own abdomen tightens as you slowly begin to start gushing around him as a result of the build of your release. The thrust become sloppy and the lubrication makes him dick twitch inside you.

“C’mon, pretty.” He encourages, noticing the way your hips stuttered a little and slow down in their pace as your thighs burned from the workout, “Cum on my cock.”

Frank no longer cared about the hate fucking. And neither did you in all honesty.

You just whined in response, dropping your head to connect your lips with Frank- seemingly an energy boost as you regain the pace of your hips just a little bit more as you cum around him.

He holds you up as your orgasm takes over your body, continuing to guide your hips and prolong the sensation- making you almost limp in his hold.

Your small whines and moans are music to his ears- he barely cares that he didn’t cum. But you surprise him when you keep going, clenching even harder and resting your palms against his chest.

“Are you close?” You ask, wincing a little at the overstimulation you’re forcing yourself through.

Frank hums, though his mind had been elsewhere in the past few minutes and he wasn’t as focused and close as he should be, he knew it wouldn’t be long. You had that effect on him.

“Keep going, baby, almost.” He forces himself in the right mindset now, watching his shiny, cum-coated dick disappear inside your soaking cunt, “Fuck, good girl. C’mon.” He mumbles, knowing how much those words affected you.

You clench around him and only prove his point. Feeling his balls tighten, his cock twitches twice and he knows he almost there. A lone tear slips from your eye as the overstimulation becomes to much for you so Frank slightly takes over, moving your hips with his hands at the pace he knows will get him to cum.

Your head falls in relief, Frank kissing the tear away as he moves his hips in time with yours, “Cum inside me.” You beg, “Want to feel you.. forever,” You whimper, trying your hardest to get him through as his thrusts become sloppy.

He groans a little when his dick throbs and lets out a small grunt as he spills his white, hot seed inside you. You smile softly at the warm feeling- and at the lack of overstimulation tickling your body.

Resting your head against his, you slowly lower the rest of your body as he wraps his arms around you and holds you close. Kissing his lips, you hum as you still taste the maple syrup on his tongue from the pancakes- which have probably gone cold by now.

Feeling your eyelids go heavy all of a sudden, you bring your head down to rest on his heaving chest, hearing his quick heart rate as your ear is in direct line with his big, fat heart.

As you catch your breath too, you aimlessly trace the scars that are embedded into his hard chest, frowning slightly, knowing every single one of them had caused Frank pain.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?” You finger comes to a stop as your head shoots up, worriedly looking up at Frank and observing the guilt that’s suddenly embedded into his face.

Oh God, did you do something wrong?

“For hurting you.” He frowns and you furrow your brows and shake your head.

“Wh- Frank, you didn’t hurt me. I liked it-“ You cup his cheek, but he shakes his head.

“No, like, before. When you were still trying to kill Arnim.” He says and you scoff softly.

“You probably knocked some sense into me.” You assure him, but it does little to convince him so you drop the whole smart ass act, “It’s okay.” You peck his lip softly, “I liked it then too.”Okay- not entirely dropping the smart ass act.

He smiles momentarily before staring down at your chest, in particular the letters that still scarred your skin. It was what had caused the shift in his demeanour just before. First when he’d said he ‘owned your pussy’, then again when he had your tit in his mouth and saw the letters.

Then that led Frank to remember every other thing he did to you that he thought went too far.

You follow his line of sight to the letters on your skin and frown softly. You don’t know what had gotten into Frank, but he was overthinking it. You don’t care that he hurt you… you were used to it- and you did like it.

“I don’t like that I hurt you.” He mutters, avoiding your gaze out of pure shame- also out of respect, he didn’t deserve to even look at you after all he’d done to you- more so, said to you, “Especially that one night.”

You knew what night he was talking about. The night underneath your apartment in the empty ballet studio. You didn’t want to tell Frank that that night, he’d hurt you more with his words than any other form of harm.

Not even when he stabbed you, not even when he’d beat you bloody, not even when he carved his initials into your skin.

He didn’t need to know that. Maybe one day, but not today. You loved him now and that was all that mattered.

“I’m sorry.” He repeats and you panic when you see the glossiness of his eyes. You’ve never seen Frank cry before.

“Frank, it’s okay.” You tell him, rubbing his cheek with your thumb, “I hurt you just as much as you hurt me-“ He shakes his head in protest but you continue, “Frank, there’s no one else on this earth who I want to be with.” Your confession makes him look up at you incredulously, and you just smile, a little nervous now, “I fucking hate you… But I love you.”

He just stays looking at you for a moment- not saying a word, barely even blinking.

Until finally, “I love you.”

Letting a tear, that you didn’t even realise had gathered, fall, you immediately bring your lips to his. You feel a tear of his own fall against your thumb and even though your eyes are closed, you wipe blindly at his cheek to wipe away the tear.

It’s in that very moment that you realise, you’re going to spend the rest of your life with Frank. Where that’ll take you, whether that’ll give you a dog… a family… a house in a nice neighbourhood with nosy neighbours and a nice garden. You don’t know. But you don’t care either. For as long as Franks with you, you’re happy.

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SCREAMING CRYING I DONT WANT THIS TO END.

but i guess it’s not over because i still have like drabbles and hc’s to whip up. SEND REQUESTS.

who knows, maybe i’ll do like a epi-epilogue ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ but for now i hope u enjoyed this series- i still have the prologue to write but <3333