#sorry if this is awkwardly formatted I’m using mobile and we all know how mobile is

[tiniestbee]

Once Upon a Time in a Collapsed Building

tags : fluff, gn reader, no use of y/n, moderate(?) injury to reader, reader is hospitalized, reader vomits(minimal description), pro hero deku, aged up, happy ending

a/n : this is literally just a deku x reader meet cute, villain aftermath style! excuse the likely shitty formatting, I’m posting from mobile bc otherwise I’ll never post it lol I wrote this back in 2020 and 1000% forgot about it until recently. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Also, I took hella liberties with basically everything. How the hero system works, what first aid training they would have, what a concussion does to you, the list goes on lmao I just wanted a cute scenario, no research for meeeee. If you think I’m missing anything in the tags, please let me know!

A few years after graduating from UA, Deku flew up the ladder at the hero agency he started at and now he’s officially a partner. A sidekick no longer. He got called to a crime scene all by himself, a villain attack on an office building, but he finds himself there just a little too late. The villain was already contained, and now it was just the end of the search and rescue for all the people left in the building.

Deku isn’t really what you would call a “rescue” hero, but he knows how to take direction from the other heroes who have more experience and will always help out since big muscles good for lifting wreckage. He’s doing his thing, thinking that all the civilians have been evacuated when he hears a whimper, like someone was in pain. He shouts for the other heroes then starts searching in earnest, calling out that he heard you, he’s coming, he promises!

Finally he lifts a section of wall and there you are, at the bottom of what looks like the remains of a stairwell, cradling one arm to your chest. In his haste to get down to you, he doesn’t get the wall entirely out of the way, and before you know it he’s throwing himself headlong at you, curling himself around you as best he can as the rubble showers down from above.

Unfortunately, he threw himself a little too hard, and his body colliding with yours knocks your head into the wall behind you. Eyes squeezing shut, you can’t help another whine at the nausea rolling in your stomach and the colors swirling behind your eyelids. For a few moments, you can’t hear anything, and then it’s a rough voice, whispering how sorry he is, he’ll get you out of here, everything is going to be fine.

You shiver when he backs away, as best he can under the debris to try and assess the damage. You didn’t realize how warm he was until he was gone. His hand smooths over your hair in an unthinking gesture of calming, before realizing you had been holding your arm awkwardly when he saw you first.

“Your arm, does it hurt?” He asks, crouching in front of you with a sad smile when you nod and grimace at the pain in your head. He asks a few more questions, fingers ghosting up and down your arm until he decides you’ve only dislocated your shoulder. “I could... put it back in place if you want. Or we could wait for them to dig us out of here first.” You reach out to tap on the closest part of him you can find with your eyes closed, fingers finding purchase on his thigh.

“Go ahead,” You croak out, relaxing more heavily against the wall behind you, your fingertips squeezing into the thick muscle of his thigh the only indication of fear he can see. It’s relatively quick on his end, having done this more than once for his more reckless hero friends. For you, it feels like he’s moving in slow mo until he actually pulls to shift your bone into place, white hot pain burning down your arm and into your torso before settling into a dull ache as the joint settles.

Your mouth starts watering, the blackness behind your eyelids spinning as your stomach roils, all of the pain suddenly too much. You use your grip on his thigh to shove at him, eyes flying open to make sure he gets out of the way before you’re scrambling to your knees, nothing but stomach acid burning its way out of your throat. His warm hand settles on your back, hesitantly at first, then more confident as he starts rubbing small circles, trying to keep his guilty conscience to himself. If he’d waited for the other heroes, or been more careful, you wouldn’t have what is most likely a concussion.

A few minutes pass in relative silence, save for for your dry heaving, until finally your muscles relax, a black cloth suddenly dangling in your field of vision. A handkerchief? Whatever it is, you take it from him and wipe your mouth, balling it up in your hand when you’re done. You stiffen when you try to straighten up, the pounding in your head telling you that is not a good idea, until warm hands settle on your upper arms, fingers curled so loosely they might as well not be there.

“I can help?” He suggests quietly, carefully helping you up until your seated between his legs, back to his front with his knees bent on either side. “Just in case. Unstable y’know?” He points up, drawing your attention to the shifting of the wreckage above you, the shouts of heroes finally filtering through the concrete to you. He rests his arms on his knees and laces his fingers together in front of you, all but caging you in. It makes you feel protected, safe enough to close your eyes and let your head drop back against his chest.

He jostles you every few minutes to make sure you don’t fall asleep until a professional can get a look at you, fighting a smile as you groan and weakly swat at his bicep. He knows you must be exhausted, but he can’t risk your health any more than he already has. He thought Uravity was on the scene when he arrived, so surely you’ll be out of there soon.

He’s proved right when the rubble slowly floats away, her wide brown eyes the first thing he sees through the filtered sunlight. She quirks an eyebrow at him, gesturing at you and your position as a hero with a wind control quirk blows the rubble away for her to drop. All he can do is smile and shrug, cradling you in his arms as he stands and uses his quirk to neatly leap out of the little pit.

The next thing you remember is waking up in a hospital, a cottony feeling in your mouth even as an IV drips at your bedside. It’s dark outside and most of the room’s lights are off, so it must be hours later. Glancing around, your eyes lock on a figure in the armchair to your right, slumped forward and breathing slowly. The shock of curly green hair and broad shoulders clues you in. Deku, the hero that had saved you earlier, had come to see you, and for some reason, hadn’t left.

Ochako never did let Deku live down the fact that he met his spouse by giving them a concussion.

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Shawn Smut // Sub!Shawn // SUB!SHAWN // S U B ! S H A W N // Some light cute bondage, gentle femdom, overstim, needy desperate Shawn, begging, spanking, Shawn in cute panties, the good shit // Word count: 4,763 // NSFW // lovely OC I borrowed from @celinetheseeliequeen // Please excuse any typos, and sry but tumblr mobile wrecks my paragraph formatting (off the record not a hailee stan or whatever but that gif screams subby bby shawn)

“Shawn! What the fuck!” Céline snapped at her boyfriend. As it currently stood, Shawn was sitting on the bed, laptop lid slammed down moments ago, staring at his girlfriend with a blank expression. “What?!” he yelled back, or well as close as he came to yelling, “Why are you yelling at me Céline?!” He barely got it out of his mouth before she answered, “I’m yelling at you because I just asked you what you were doing and you told me answering emails and slammed the laptop shut?!” she snapped. Shawn’s jaw dropped, “I was, I was answering emails and you freaked me out and I instinctively closed it!” he was still almost yelling. “Then why the fuck was your hand down your pants Shawn?! Is that how you answer emails?!” she snapped. “I’m allowed to touch my dick Céline! It’s my fucking dick!” When he said that, she rolled her eyes, literally to the point she tilted her head some, almost laughing as Shawn added a ‘Well! I am!’ he snapped. But Céline did laugh then, half at how stupid it was, “Of course you are Shawn, what the fuck? I never said you weren’t! You’re allowed to do whatever you want. You’re allowed to jack off whenever you want! You’re allowed to watch por-” but Shawn cut her off then, “I wasn’t watching porn!” For a moment they were silent, “I don’t care if you were watching porn Shawn, I’m not a psychopath, you’re allowed to have urges. I mean, I do have questions as to why the MOMENT I left the house to go get groceries you fired up the laptop and got to jacking in the time it took me to realize I’d left my purse…but,” she said waving a hand, “I’d rather know why you’re lying to me first,” she said in a much calmer way. “I didn’t know you were coming back…” Shawn said softly. When he said that, Céline laughed softly, just in a sort of genuine way, “Clearly you didn’t,” she said putting her keys down on the table before walking over to the edge of the bed. “Will you show me what it was?” she asked gesturing toward the laptop. But Shawn shook his head, “No,” he said quietly, “It’s embarrassing,” Céline couldn’t help but smile at him, crawling onto the bed beside him and sitting on the bed, reaching up and stroking her fingers through his curls. “Oh come on baby, I promise you don’t have any kinks any weirder than mine, and how cool would it be if it was something we could do together?” she asked smiling, “But hey, if its something really weird and awful that I hate, I’m not opposed to helping you get that big cock off while you watch the video,” she said sincerely, “Wouldn’t that be hotter than your hand? Your girlfriend’s hands on you?” she cooed. Again, silence was all that filled the room for the next few minutes, before Shawn finally reached down and began opening up the laptop gently, just tapping his fingers over the space key to bring up the screen and unlocking it. Once it was unlocked, Céline could see that Shawn had in fact been watching porn. That part didn’t bother her, and honestly it didn’t really shock her. What did shock her however was the contents of the porn. He video was paused, but in the center of the screen was a man, overly muscular and beautiful looking of course but rather distressed looking and…tied up? Slowly her perfectly manicured pink fingers reached over and tapped the play button on the screen. Céline leaned in curiously, closer to watch the video as Shawn watched her with faint horror. It was one of those preview videos, that showed you the best bits of the longer videos that you could purchase. But even so she watched as the man was tied up, as the pretty domme in flowing curls and stilettos pushed him around, and smacked him around a little. It was nothing too rough, a cut scene of some spanking with a crop that didn’t even really leave the skin pink. A gratuitous handjob with the full eye contact and restraints, the intense dirty talk and sort of bullying that took place. Briefly, Céline found herself wondering if that brief three minute and forty-two second video was enough for Shawn to get his rocks off. But as the video ended, Céline’s attention snapped back to Shawn, “Is that something you’re into baby?” she asked in a quiet voice. After a moment, Shawn nodded, “I mean, I’ve never …like done it, but I’d like to do it…the idea really turns me on,” he said in a quiet voice, “Is it weird, I’m sorry,” he said giving her a rather soft pout. “Oh Shawn,” she cooed, stoking her knuckles gently down his face and rubbing his jaw, “Don’t apologize baby boy, it’s not weird, it’s hot,” her tone was so soothing as she spoke. “It’s hot?” Shawn asked in a soft voice, looking at her with a little head tilt. Céline nodded at him though, “Yes it is, now, put your laptop away and get undressed for me. And while you do, I want you to think of a safeword to use if things go too far,” as soon as she finished speaking though she patted his cheek and disappeared into her closet. For a moment Shawn was left staring blankly at the door she’d gone in, but he did get up, putting the laptop away and closed. He then slipped off his clothes, for whatever reason he felt a bit shy this time. It wasn’t like Céline hadn’t seen him naked…many times before, but he felt a new sense of vulnerability this time. Just as he pealed off the last of his clothes, setting them in a chair beside the bed, he jumped as he heard her speak. “Are you shy baby boy?” Céline cooed in an almost pouty voice, “You know you don’t need to be shy with me right? I’m going to take care of you,” It was a soft soothing purr, enough that it almost did relax Shawn. As he turned around though and his eyes fell on her, he gasped softly. There she stood in a baby pink corset lingerie set, the kind with ruffles and satin and bows all over. Her pantyhose a soft white with pink bows...or maybe that was where her garters attached, he couldn’t tell. She was in pink heals that made her...damn near as tall as he was, and briefly Shawn found himself wondering how she could stand in those. But as he looked down at her feet, he saw what was in her hands. Fistfuls of fabric, a metallic sparkle and some pink ones as well, and he saw…a whip? “What’s all that?” he asked after a moment just gesturing at her hands. Céline beamed, and tossed the contents of her hands onto the bed before picking up a pair of panties first, that looked slightly to big for her. They were of course pink, but a stretchy lace material. “Put these on they’ll make you look cute,” she said shoving them at Shawn’s chest. “You want me to put them on?” he asked in a sort of shocked voice, but Céline narrowed her eyes at him, “Are you going to have to start disobeying me already? Do I have to spank you mister?” she scolded. Immediately Shawn shook his head, “N-no,” he said taking the panties and sort of awkwardly pulling them on, squirming into them a bit. They were ever so slightly tight on him, but honestly because of the stretchy material it wasn’t that bad. “Aw cute,” Céline cooed giving a soft little hand clap. “Now these,” she said shoving a pair of stocking at him, these looking way too large for her. “Why…do you have these?” Shawn asked, but he didn’t argue, pulling on the stockings, with cat prints on his feet and kitty faces at the top of his thighs. “Wish sent me the wrong size.” Céline said with a shrug. Once both of those were on, Shawn shifted slightly, his cheeks pink as he looked around awkward. “One more thing,” Céline cooed, picking up a thin pink ruffled collar with a bell in the center, opening it and wrapping it around Shawn’s neck before fastening it. “Oh look how cute you are,” she cooed, running her fingers over his cheek and down over his chest, rubbing at the soft skin and toned muscle. “So cute in all your pink decorations.” By this point, Shawn’s cheeks matched his ‘decorations’, but Céline seemed rather pleased with herself. After giving him one final look over she nodded and pointed to the bed, “Lay on your back” she said pointing to the middle. “Can I ask, why you have...half of those things, is that a whip?” Shawn asked gesturing toward the pile of things on the bed. “No you can’t, nobody likes nosy little boys Shawn, now get on the bed,” she said in a stern voice, still pointing, “Now!” it wasn’t even a snap. Her voice was bratty, the same kind of tone it had when she whined ‘daddy’ at him while begging for ice cream. “Okay okay, sorry,” Shawn said in a soft voice, crawling onto the bed and laying on his back. Once he did, Céline giggled softly and gave a soft ‘good boy’ as she crawled onto the bed herself. “What’s your safeword baby boy?” she cooed, picking up long thick strips of ribbon, pink, that she’d tossed onto the bed earlier. Shawn watched her as she lifted his arms, beginning to tie them together, wrapping the ribbon around his wrists and tying it there. “I uh, stop?” he asked. There was a brief moment where she looked down at him with a head tilt and an expression that called him a dumbass. Seconds later though she began tying another piece of ribbon around his arms, lower now in the middle of his forearms. “No Shawn, stop doesn’t work. If you say stop, we don’t stop so I need you to give me a word, that if you use it, I know means stop,” she said before stroking his cheek. “Come on, you’re a good boy,” Shawn felt his cheeks heat up when she spoke to him that way, “Rose,” he said after a moment. Céline shrugged some at that, “Huh, well that’s valid,” she said picking up another ribbon for just below his elbows, tying that one around his arms as well. Once she was done with that, she reached down at the edge of the bed and picked up what Shawn had seen earlier, sparkling silver and pink. It was a plug, with a pink crystal. She giggled some then and lifted it to Shawn’s lips, “Suck that baby, get it all nice and wet so it slides in easily,” Despite the fact that Shawn only blushed much deeper now he did open his mouth and slowly suck the plug, only pulling back once Céline pulled it back from his mouth. “Pull your legs up baby boy, as high as you can, bend your knees, spread your legs some,” she cooed. Shawn did as he was told, not really offering to speak as he pulled his legs up and apart some. “Is it going to hurt?” he asked after a moment, as he felt Céline tugging those pink lacey panties aside. “No baby boy, it’ll feel new, but it won’t hurt,” she cooed, her fingers gently spreading his skin as she pushed that plug into him slowly. At first, Shawn’s lips fell open in a silent sort of gasp, his eyes shutting tight, but as that plug popped into him, he gave a soft hiss. “That hurts,” he panted. “Do you want me to take it out?” Céline asked, running her hands up and down his thighs. “No…no ma’am,” Shawn said after a moment, slowly opening his eyes. “Does it make you happy? To do this to me?”  he asked quietly. “Of course it does baby, or I wouldn’t do it,” she said quietly, gently dragging her nails up his thighs and over his chest and stomach, “I want you to call me mommy, can you do that for me baby boy?” For a moment, Shawn just watched her, “Mommy?” he asked as she moved over him, her hands pinning his shoulders down. “Yes, mommy, you don’t seem to have a problem when you’re making me scream ‘daddy’,” Céline said quirking a brow at him. “I don’t have a problem with it, mommy,” Shawn said quickly after that, just watching as Céline smiled and then patted his cheek again, “Good boy,” she cooed. And moments later, sitting up on her knees, she reached down and grabbed something else from the end of the bed. It was her pink wand, the cordless one. Despite the fact that Shawn could lean up and see it, he did sort of arch a curious brow, “What are you going to do with that mommy?” he asked her. “You’ll see baby boy,” she said turning on the wand as she moved her position. Slowly she straddled Shawn’s thighs, and just sat back on her heels, running the wand over the bulge in those panties. She could see his cock through the material anyway of course, and she gently ran the toy along his length. Almost instantly Shawn’s hips jerked slightly as he hissed at the feeling, “Oh my god, oh god, oh fuck that’s so much, ohhhh, shit, holy fuck,” his voice was a whine, a whimpering sort of panted version of each word. She couldn’t help but giggle as she watched her boyfriend whine and whimper and unfold beneath her. “Shawn, Shawn look up at me baby boy, I want to know you’re paying attention,” Céline cooed, reaching up and gently cupping Shawn’s cheek, turning him to face her, “Don’t you dare cum without permission, do you understand?” she cooed. Shawn nodded eagerly, “Yes mommy, god..that feels so good..” he whispered, his voice a whine still as he lifted his hips toward the vibration. It didn’t take long at all before Shawn was completely hard, and Céline dipped her hand into those panties to pull his cock straight, the panties keeping it pinned down against his stomach. Still though she dragged the wand up and down the exposed underside of his length through that lace. “You’re such a big boy…” she purred, her fingers and palm running over his chest. Her manicured fingertips teased at his nipples before she just touched down his body. “Did you know you could get so big down here?” she asked with almost a giggle, “This must feel really good on that big, thick, hard cock,” The way she was talking to him made Shawn whimper, and his eyes fluttered shut as he tossed his head to the side. Despite the fact that he was so flustered he nodded eagerly, “Yes,” he gasped, “It feels so good, you’re making me feel so good, I’m so lucky to have such a pretty mommy taking care of me…” he groaned before moaning out again, his whole body sort of arching in a wave of pleasure as Céline rubbed the wand against that slowly forming wet spot in the lace. “You’re not going to cum are you?” she asked in a firm tone, “I see that precum dripping out of that pretty pink cock,” As she said that, Shawn shook his head, “No, no I’m trying really hard not to, it just feels so good..” he said with a soft breathy kind of pant. “Alright baby boy,” she said quietly, still dragging the wand up and down the length of his cock, smiling as she watched him throb. Her hand slipped up his body again though, her hand gently wrapping around his throat, and squeezing just a little bit. As she did, Shawn gasped, his eyes fluttering as his body arched again. “Oh, oh god, can I cum? Please, please can I cum pl-” “No,” Céline said cutting him off flatly. But Shawn only whined, his body still jerking as her hand reached up, popping his cheek gently once, “Stop it, I said no,” she said in a more stern voice. Shawn was shaking his head now, “I’m gonna cum, I-” “No you’re not Shawn, hold it,” she hissed. “I can’t help it, please, please let me cum,” he whined, his breathing ragged now, his cheeks bright pink, his body twitching as his cock throbbed. “Please, please mommy can I cum please-” his voice was on the verge of a sob now, no matter how much Céline simply ignored him. It was only moments later before Shawn was reaching his orgasm, his cock throbbing SO noticeably as his cum puddled onto his stomach, soaking those panties and his skin, dripping down his hips onto the bed. That wasn’t the real indicator though, it was his almost screaming moans, his body jerking as he arched up so high, his eyes fluttering back and his lips falling open as he gasped. “Oh Shawn,” Céline said in a scolding tone, “I told you not to cum,” she said before giving him a tsk, and as she pulled that wand back, and turned it off, she leaned up on her knees. Shawn slowly opened his eyes to see her hovering above him before she slapped him hard, “Bad boy, apologize,” she scolded. Even after the slap, Shawn looked at her in a dreamy hazy kind of way, “I’m sorry mommy...” he whispered, his legs still squirming slightly.  “Hmph! You’re about to be!” Céline said in a pouty tone as she got off of his thighs and pushed his hips, so that he was rolling over and lying on his stomach. Once he was on his stomach, Shawn turned his head to the side, resting his cheek on the bed as he looked over his shoulder to look back at Céline. Her hands were jerking those panties off of him then, and spreading his cheeks as her thumb pressed that plug. “You’re such a bad boy, such a dirty little slut cumming so fucking hard like you just did with this plug up your ass,” she said in the same scolding tone, her hand popping his ass hard once. “Say it, say you’re a dirty little slut who gets hard when your ass is stuffed for me,” she demanded as she reached back behind her, to the edge of the bed. This time she drew back a crop, the tongue of this one a pink heart. “Say it,” she said popping his ass once, leaving a bright pink heart in her wake, “Now,” she demanded popping the other cheek. Shawn gasped, his eyes wide, biting his bottom lip hard as he whimpered, before gasping again at that second pop, “Ouch!” he yelped, looking back at her, “Fucking called it, I knew you had a whip, why the fuck do you have a whip?” he asked in a sort of ‘wtf’ tone, but Céline gave him a little baby glare and popped him with the crop a few more times, “I said say it Shawn,” she hissed before just alternating now. One pop to each cheek, back and forth, a constant sort of motion, leaving bright pink hearts over his skin, over his ass and down the back of his thighs. Between yelps and gasps, Shawn whined softly before seeming to collect himself, “I..I’m a dirty slut, who gets hard when..when my ass is stuffed for you, mommy,” he panted, whimpering and whining as his face scrunched up with each sting of the crop. “Ouch mommy!” he yelped, whining as he looked up at her, “Mommy stop! I learned my lesson! Stop it, my ass hurts,” he whined. When he began begging Céline grinned so wide and giggled, giving him a few more pops before just running her hands up his thighs. She grabbed his ass, kneading and pulling his skin, popping him once. “Aren’t you such a cute little slut, your ass is all pink and you’ve got that cute little pink crystal in your asshole,” she cooed, clawing her nails down his ass then just to hear him hiss again. “Alright baby boy, we can stop,” she said, with Shawn sighing a soft ‘oh thank god’ before she spoke again, “IF, you’re willing to use that big cock to get mommy off…or rather, you’re willing to let mommy use that big cock to get off,” When she said that though, Shawn nodded eagerly, “Of course, of course mommy, I’d love to,” he said smiling softly, his cheeks still pink. Now Céline grinned again, grabbing his hips and once more pulling him to lie on his back. This time though, as he gasped softly just at being moved, she was already straddling his hips, one hand reaching underneath her to hold his cock in place as she used the other hand to pull her panties aside and slip down onto him. Shawn gasped at feeling just how wet she was, she was soaked. His cock had only just popped into her and already he felt her moisture dripping down the length of his cock. With a few bounces from her, immediately his balls were wet, that sticky sound already emanating between them. A shiver ran down his spine as he moaned out, his eyes fluttering, the pleasure and arousal was so much that for a moment he almost forgot how sensitive his cock was right now. Céline however didn’t seem to notice or care. One of her hands fell on Shawn’s stomach, and she just used it for balance as her other hand grabbed that wand. Immediately she flipped it on and held it against her own pussy as she kept bouncing against her boyfriend’s hips. Shawn’s eyes were locked on her in aw, his own lips parted in constant soft moans as he squirmed, kind of wishing he had control of his hands, that he could touch her. But Céline kept up her steady bounce on his cock, a permanent smile plastered on her face as she moaned and cursed under her breath, even laughing in pleasure as she did. “Oh, fuck yes baby, give mommy that big hard cock,” “Of course mommy, it’s all yours,” Shawn panted, his body arching some, his hips rolling up against her as much as he could, occasionally jerking from sensitivity. But for the most part he was mesmerized, something about watching her just use him to get herself off was intoxicating to him. He could already feel his cock throbbing inside of her, but he didn’t dare even let himself think about cumming, not that he thought she would stop even if he did. “Do you like that cock mommy? Does it make you happy? Do I make you happy?” he panted. At him asking that, Céline lifted her head back up to look at him, just kind of steadying herself, rolling her hips against his cock and still using her hand for balance. Her other hand did keep that wand pressed against her pussy, “Oh baby,” she whispered, her eyes SO loving, so close to the actual heart eye emoji. “I love your cock baby boy, and it makes me so happy. And you make me so happy Shawn, and I love you so much, you’re such a good boy for me,” she whispered, leaning down just to give him a slow sticky kind of kiss. That kiss had Shawn whimpering into it, the way she still rolled her hips against him. He could feel that toy vibrating against his stomach but he could also feel how wet it was. Even though her panties still half on soaked up a lot of the moisture, she really was soaked. As the kiss broke, Shawn found himself leaning up, trying to steal more soft kisses from her, before finally falling back on the bed. “You’re gonna make mommy cum, would you like that baby boy?” Céline panted, biting her lip hard as she gave a giggling moan. Both of her hands held that wand now as she sat on her knees and just bounced up and down on Shawn’s cock, it was sloppy and messy and only half worked, but it most certainly was working for her. “Of course mommy,” he panted, “I want you to cum so bad, please cum for me,” he moaned, “I would love to make you cum,” “God you’re such a sweet boy,” Céline said in a whimper. At that point, she leaned back, one hand letting go of the toy to hold onto his thigh as she kept bouncing, but leaning back. Her hand that held onto the wand slowly moved sort of grinding it against her pussy as she rolled her hips. But within minutes, she was reaching her orgasm, and she was squirting. Not only did she absolutely soak Shawn, but some actually made it to his face, which caused his eyes to flutter back, and body to arch. “Oh fuck, fuck I’m going to cum,” he groaned in a low husky voice. Céline however was too busy almost screaming, her body jerking and convulsing as she rode out that orgasm, her pussy clenching against Shawn’s cock over and over. As she felt him spilling into her, she only moaned louder, a desperate kind of whimper as she rocked her hips against his, so they could both ride it out. “Yes Shawn, fill up that tight pussy…” she panted, biting her bottom lip hard as she came down from it. Slowly her thumb flipped that wand off, and she sat up straight, grinding her hips against Shawn. He gasped and yelped and whined, on the verge of dry sobs, only murmuring soft ‘please’s under his breath, just at how sensitive he was. Céline was biting her lip hard, giggling and hummin softly as her hands ran up his stomach and chest, over his neck and face. “I got you so messy I’m so sorry,” she cooed as she ran her fingers through his curls. “It’s okay mommy, I’m glad you came…” he panted. “So sweet,” she whispered, kissing over his face, over his cheek and neck and down his chest a bit. All the while her hands were slowly undoing those ribbons that held his hands in place. Once he was free though, Shawn immediately wrapped his arms around her and kissed her so much harder. Céline smiled at the desperation in those kisses, wrapping her arms around Shawn as well. “I love you baby,” she cooed into his lips, grabbing the blanket from the beside and wrapping it around the both of them sO tightly. “Look at that,” she cooed, wrapping her legs around Shawn’s waist as she rolled them around in that blanket, “A baby burrito,” she cooed, booping Shawn’s nose once. Shawn laughed softly, “You…really want me to stay inside of you?” he whispered, blushing some. “Duh,” Céline said with a smile, running her hands through his curls again, “Don’t you feel closer like this?” she asked, and Shawn nodded with a smile before nuzzling his face against her shoulder, just hugging her closer. “Was that too much baby, or did you like it?” Céline asked after a moment. Once again, Shawn smiled, laughing softly, “It was amazing, really amazing, not too much at all, but I really do want to be close to you right now..I can’t believe we just did that.” He said laughing. “Oh we did baby boy,” she cooed, reaching down behind him in the blanket, gently spreading his cheeks and pulling that plug out of him, earning a soft gasp from her as Shawn as she did. With one quick toss, Céline threw it to the end of the bed and stroked her fingertips along Shawn’s neckline, “Now, more comfy baby boy?” she cooed. “Mhm,” he whispered, in a soft sleepy noise, almost purring as he held her and she rubbed at his neck and curls like that, “So comfy, I love you so much..” he said peppering soft kisses along her collar bone. “Mn, I know you do handsome boy, I love you too,” she said just kissing his temple as she held him. “Looks like were ordering in for dinner though, seeing as how you didn’t let me go get groceries,” she teased. “I can live with that,” Shawn whispered in the same sleepy way.

[sirius]

Darling

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader if you squint hard enough.

Prompts: 13. I lost our baby

Request: 13/remus lupin

A/N: I had an absolute bloody BALL writing this!! Daddy!Remus is so pure and soft and fluffy!!!

I usually don’t like doing a data dump of exposition (which is why I suck at one shots) so I thought I’d make it clear that there is quite an age gap between Remus and Reader. She was eighteen when they met and she’s about twenty four when the story takes place. In saying that, he was not her professor as she had already graduated when they met.

Also, sorry for the format!! My computer is broken so I’m posting on my mobile!! Now, on with the story!

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Remus Lupin is many things but he never in his thirty-nine years of life imagined that a father would be one of them.

He can still remember when (Y/N) sat him down and told him the news. It had been a Tuesday — of all days — and she had that pretty sundress he’d bought for her on their honeymoon roughly twelve weeks beforehand. Sunlight was pouring through the French windows of their cottage, gilding the room with a delicate, golden glow and lighting the crown of her head like halo.

That had been only nine months ago, yet it still feels like yesterday. Remus smiles at the memory, cradling his little girl closer to his chest. He peers down at her, rocking her gently as she sleeps peacefully in his arms. He can’t get over the little noises she makes; like she’s a tiny, delicate music box that he could listen to on repeat until the day he dies.

“Remus, honey, have you got enough nappies? I don’t want you running out while I’m at work...”

(Y/N) sweeps into the sunroom and her lips hitch into a warm smile, lighting up her entire face as though she bathes in sunlight. He’s always associated her with the sun; his sun after a haunting full moon. Even after the painful aftermath of his transformations, she had been there to help him heal both physically and emotionally. And even though she had only graduated Hogwarts the previous year, she’s always been so wise, so vivacious and lively and always shining rays of dazzling colour.

Remus gawks at her for a moment, speechless, a warm, all-encompassing feeling of love blossoming inside of him. He feels like he might burst from it.

“We’ll be fine,” he whispers when he finally finds himself, giving his beautiful wife a gentle smile, “Are you sure you’re ready to go back to work?”

(Y/N) approaches him, sitting by his side and resting her head on his shoulder. She sighs, warmly, contentedly, gazing down at her little baby girl.

“I’ll be alright,” she murmurs, “It’s just for today. The hardest part is leaving little Peaches behind.”

Remus hums in understanding, a smile flitting across his lips at the nickname they had given Hope before she had been born. He presses a kiss to the crown of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair, letting it blossom in his rib cage as he soaks in the moment.

Hope shifts in his arms, her tiny fingers curling around his thumb. Being five weeks premature, she’s a lot smaller than most babies, but she’s just as strong and twice as clever.

Guess she got that from her mother.

(Y/N) sits by his side until she’s late for work, but she hardly cares. She’s clocked up enough hours in overtime to take an entire year off, and everyone St Mungos loves her too much to care. So when she sighs and reluctantly pulls away from her side, Remus doesn’t mask his disappointment.

“I have to go, Remus,” she chuckles, leaning forward to press a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth, “They’re expecting me...”

Remus turns his head, just enough to fit his lips against hers. She moans as he kisses her, melting into him as time seems to slide away from him and they kiss until baby Hope tightens her grip on his thumb.

“Looks like someone’s getting jealous,” she jokes, nodding at Hope. Her lips curve into a wicked grin as her fingers trail up his neck, grazing across his jaw, “Can’t say that I blame her.”

Remus snorts a laugh, though it’s cut off by a gutteral groan that rumbles in the back of his throat as she seals a heated kiss over his lips.

“You sure you can’t take today off?” He asks, a little breathlessly, “Say that you’re husband is — ah — feeling a little sick?”

She cocks an eyebrow, mischief gleaming in her eyes, “Didn’t get enough medicine last night? Or this morning?”

“I never do,” he grins, and she bites her bottom lip in that way that drives him absolutely fucking crazy.

“As tempting as that is, I’m expected...” she winks at him, “Though we can continue your — erm — medication once I get home.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Remus murmurs, and with one final, lingering kiss, she breaks away, planting a tender kiss on Hopes forehead before she moves towards the fire place.

“Don’t miss me too much,” she grins.

“That’s impossible.”

(Y/N)’s eyes travel to her daughter for a final moment before she steps into the fireplace and disappears in a flourish of emerald fire.

Remus smiles, the warmth of her presence lingering, like wildflowers in the spring, before the fireplace roars again and familiar friends poke through.

“How’s our baby girl going,” says Sirius Black as he wanders into the room, “Oh, and Remus is here too.”

Remus rolls his eyes, “Can you please keep your voice down—?”

But it’s too late. Hope’s lashes flutter, peeling open, revealing sparkling bright eyes. She flashes a little smile and Remus’ surroundings swirl into an abstract painting before fading. It’s like she’s pinned down the centre of the universe and everything else revolves around her.

Remus is brought back to reality when a bushy mane of thick, brown hair suddenly swallows up his vision, curtailing his face as lean arms wrap awkwardly around his shoulder.

“Oh!” He gasps, and Hermione Granger breaks away.

“Hello Remus!” She smiles brightly before her attention is drawn to baby Hope, “Hello Hope!”

Sirius kneels in front of Remus, poking his finger in front of Hope. Hope grasps his finger, her own hugging his like a ring. Sirius chuckles, “She knows who her favourite uncle is.” A smirk curls around his lips before he flicks his gaze up to Remus, straightening, “Is (Y/N) here?”

“She just left,” Remus says, and he glances up at Sirius just in time to catch a flicker of disappoint ripple across his face.

Just then, Ron Weasley ambles lazily into the sunroom, mumbling a greeting around the food in his mouth before dropping into an armchair, a box of doughnuts in his grasp.

Hermione narrows her eyes on Ron pointedly, and Ron suddenly jolts, like he’s just remembered something, “Oh! We bought these for you and (Y/N) but I got hungry and ate them all so...uh...here’s this box?”

Hermione rolls her eyes, exasperated.

Sirius snorts.

“You really are hopeless, aren’t you?” Hermione snaps and Ron glares at her.

“Just because you’re dating Fred, doesn’t mean you get to insult me all the time...”

“For the last time, I’m not dating Fred!” Hermione hisses, eyes darting between Ron and Hope.

“As you can tell, these two have been having problems,” Says a weary voice from the doorway. Remus smiles fondly as Harry Potter crosses the room, crouching beside Remus’ armchair to peer at baby Hope, “How is she?”

Remus beams, “Perfect. She’s absolutely bloody perfect.”

“Just like her mother,” Sirius adds, huffing out a strange, breathless laugh, his smile a little loose around the edges.

Hermione and Harry exchange a surreptitious look that makes Remus only slightly uneasy.

“Anyway,” Hermione pipes up, “We thought we’d drop by and see how you and little Hope are going.”

Hermiones fingers twitch around the hem of her pencil skirt as she gazes lovingly at Hope. Remus smiles.

“You want to hold her?” Remus asks.

Hermione bites her bottom lip, nodding eagerly, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Everyone watches as Remus carefully rises from his armchair and gently hands Hope to Hermione, lowering her into Hermione’s waiting arms. Hermione smile almost glows.

“So,” Sirius runs his hands down his jeans, “Got any plans today, Professor Lupin?”

Remus sighs, suddenly feeling fatigued, “I was just going to spend time with Hope, but now that you guys are here, I thought I might just have a rest.”

“You do look like you could use a rest, old man,” Harry jokes, eyes twinkling deviously. Remus is always caught off guard by that look; the one that fools him into thinking that he’s talking to James instead of Harry.

“When you have kids, you’ll know.”

“If I have kids,” Harry snips, bitterly, “I’m not liking my chances at the moment.”

Remus frowns, glancing at Sirius. Sirius simply shrugs, though he looks as though he’s trying to bite back the urge to say something he shouldn’t talk about. Is there something that he’s missing here?

“I’ll put the kettle on,” Remus says, joints cracking and popping into place as he stretches languidly. He glances at Sirius, “You want to help me with the tea?”

He gives Sirius a pointed look. Sirius nods in understanding, raising from his seat and following Remus out of the sunroom and into the kitchen.

“What’s going on with Harry?” Remus asks, straight to the point, as he taps his wand on the kettle. It begins to hiss and wail frantically.

Sirius waves his wand lazily, and teacups zoom through the air.

“He and Ginny broke up,” Sirius sighs, shaking his head.

Remus’ brows raise, “Again?”

“Yeah. Harry’s having trouble getting over Arden,” Sirius shrugs, “I always thought he and Arden were better suited anyway.”

Remus nods, slowly, “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“I suppose it’s true what they say, then...that you never forget your first.”

Sirius’ brows pinch together, and he suddenly looks both pensive and forlorn, “I don’t know...I don’t remember my first but I think James was right when he said that it’s the ones you can’t have that you never forget.”

A peal of Hopes giggling laughter bursts into the air, wafting through the house like a breath of honey-sweet summer air.

Remus frowns, watching Sirius carefully, “Sirius, is there something you’re not telling me?”

Even with his back turned, Remus can tell that Sirius bristles, almost as if he were desperately trying to evade an inevitable subject. He seems to be staring at something on the shelf. Remus suddenly realises that he’s staring at a photo of (Y/N) and Hope that (Y/N) had framed a few days ago.

Suddenly, Ron bursts into the kitchen, wide-eyed and flustered.

“Remus!” He pants, skin glowing red beneath his freckles, “It’s-Its Hope...”

Remus’ stomach drops. Before Ron can even finish his sentence, Remus is rushing out of the room, stumbling into the sunroom where he finds a distraught looking Hermione.

“I-I just put her in her cot and now she’s—“ Hermione hiccups a sob, tears streaming down her cheek.

Remus dashes toward the cot, heart in his throat, a menacingly icy cold wave of dread flooding through him—

His eyes widen.

His jaw drops.

“No...” He gasps, lungs shrinking as he stares down into the empty cot. He wheels around, rounding on Harry, Ron and Hermione, “What happened?”

“Hermione just put her down on her cot,” Ron explains, “And-and she was fine! She had been laughing and everything! And then we looked away for a moment and when — when we looked back she...she was gone...”

Remus anxiously scrubs his forehead with the heel of his palm, stumbling backwards on weak knees and plopping down on the edge of his.

“She’s only two months old,” he snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose. His breath feels sharp, rattling at the back of his throat, “Where the fuck could she have gone?”

Remus feels like someone has shoved their hand down his throat and scrubbed his esophagus with sandpaper.

“Exactly,” Sirius says, calmly, composedly, “Let’s—let’s search the house.”

They all split up, frantically searching the country cottage. Every minute that drags by feels like it’s been wrung out on a medieval torture device and there’s a faint, frenetic buzzing in his ears, like his racing thoughts are loud enough to collide into one another. His hands are damp, sweaty from fear, his heart hammering and stomach turning to lead.

“I can’t pick up her scent,” Remus bleats, breathing in the air around him for her sweet scent. He feels like he’s sweating iron bullets, “She’s—she’s not here...”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Hermione says, pacing the room, “How could she have just vanished?”

“(Y/N)...” Sirius shoots a hand though his hair, “How are we going to tell her...?”

“Hopefully, it won’t come to that,” Harry says, frowning purposefully, determination sterling his expression in a way that Remus had seen countless times on his mother, Lily. Harry steps forward, clapping a firm hand on Remus shoulder, “We will find her, Professor.”

Remus nods, trembling hands raking through his hair.

Suddenly, the fireplace roars to life and (Y/N)’s bubbly voice pours into the room.

“Can you believe that it took me over an hour and one trip to the ICU to realise I had forgotten my notes!” Her laughter carries through the entire house, her footsteps padding into the living room.

Remus swallows.

(Y/N) rounds the corner, looking equal parts flustered and amused. She beams in surprise when she notices everyone gathered around in the living room but her smile melts when she notices Hermione’s damp cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, brows furrowing into a worried frown. Her eyes travel until they meet Remus’ and his heart gets tangled in the back of his throat. She pales. “Where’s Hope?”

Remus claws anxiously at the nape of his neck, “Well — Uh — that’s the thing...I lost our baby...”

(Y/N) huffs out a laugh, breathless and strangled and lacking warmth or mirth, and the silence that follows is crushing, heavy, as realisation crashes over her.

“Your not joking...” she whispers, taking a step back to steady herself, “How—Okay, no — tell me what happened. Walk me through it.”

“Remus handed Hope to Hermione,” Sirius begins, taking a decisive step toward (Y/N), and Hermione gives a shaky whimper, “And then he went to make tea. I followed.”

“We played with her for a little while,” Harry adds, slowly, “And then when Hermione put her in her cot...she just—“

Harry throws his arms up in the air wordlessly. (Y/N) nods in understanding, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to remain calm and composed.

“Right,” (Y/N) pants, and Sirius takes another step toward her as though expecting her to crumble into a mess, “Okay...all we have to do is figure out what happened exactly. Let’s — ah — search the house again—“

Suddenly, the fireplace crackles and roars, sheets of green fire exploding within the centre. Two figures step out from within them, and a familiar voice breaks through the silence.

“Howdy all,” George Weasley steps into the room, grinning devilishly at the surprised faces. He turns to Remus and (Y/N), boldly winking at her flirtatiously, “We believe you lost this...?”

Fred Weasley limps forward, wearing a matching grin with just as much mischief as his twin brother. In his arms sits Hope, who is yanking playfully at Fred’s hair.

Fred yelps and beams at her, “We found her playing with the dungbombs. Dropped one on Malfoys fat head. You should have seen the look on that blond brats face...”

“Looks like she has a knack for mischief,” George grins.

“We would have kept her forever but...you know...kidnapping is bad for business,” Fred reluctantly hands Hope to (Y/N), who almost sobs with relief.

“She must have apparated to the shop!” Ron exclaims with a shock.

“A two month old apparating without splinching?” Sirius remarks, sounding both impressed and amused, “Looks like you got your hands full already, you two!”

Remus steps forward, wrapping his arms around his family. He exhales a heavy sigh of relief into (Y/N)’s hair, eyes sliding shut as he presses a kiss onto the crown of his little daughters head.

He may have never imagined himself as a father, but Remus was beginning to realise that there was so much more to being a father than just the title, and it’s just as stressful as it rewarding.

[allthings-fantasy]

Friendly Competition

Pairing: dean x reader

Word Count: 1662

Warnings: language, dean being a little fluff ball

Summary: Y/N decides to throw a little competition between her and the brothers on their next hunt.

Prompt: Wraith in an asylum with a tomahawk

AuthorsNote: this was written for @amanda-teaches ClueSPN challenge! It was so much fun writing this! I hope you all enjoy it!! I’m also currently on vacation so I am posting this on mobile. I pray the formatting turns out okay.

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“All I’m saying is that we should add a little healthy competition to this hunt.” Your shoulders shrugged before scooting forward in your seat, letting your elbows rest against the front seat to glance between the brothers.

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Sam’s brows furrowed for a second as he switched his attention from the road to your face. “This sounds like a pretty serious case, do you think we should be playing games?”

The smirk that was on your lips dropped in a second, followed by a groan. “It’s nothing bad, just thought it could add a little motivation.”

“C'mon Sammy, since when do Winchester’s turn down competition? Scared you’re gonna lose?” You gave Dean a grateful smile, and he shot you a quick wink over his shoulder. Such a simple action had your cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. He was just so damn cute. If Dean Winchester winks at you, you blush. It’s just science.

Sam let out a sigh and rubbed his hand across his jaw. “Alright, fine, let’s hear it.”

“Well there’s two wraiths, right?” Both brothers nodded in confirmation. “Alright. The hotel has two beds and a couch. Whoever doesn’t get a kill sleeps on the couch.” You smirked at both of them before reclining back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest.

Dean scoffed and stopping the car at the red light before fully turning his head to look at you. “That’s what you want? A chance to sleep on one of the beds?” He chuckled lightly and shook his head. “Sorry to tell ya, sweetheart but you’ll probably be on the couch again. Sammy and I have had our fair share of wraith hunts.”

“Then you should have no problems agreeing. Or are you scared you’re gonna lose? There was a mocking tone in your voice and your eyes locked with his in the rearview mirror in a challenge. There was no chance you were going to tell them you’ve hunted a wraith before. Multiple times actually, but you weren’t going to mess this up.

Back when you first joined the Winchester’s you had politely offered to take the couch the first few times and it soon just because a routine. Now any time you tried to sleep on an actual mattress they would each pass out on the beds before you even bad a chance. As much as you loved them, your back was no longer having it.

“Alright, sweetheart. You’re on.”

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Norman, Oklahoma was a five and a half hour drive from Lebanon. It was also home to the Bates Asylum. Naturally, Dean had made a joke about Norman Bates that had both you and Sam rolling your eyes. There were three deaths that occurred in the past three weeks. Before their deaths, each victim had claimed of nurses beings monsters with rods coming from their wrists.

Garth had mentioned that they were staying in the lower maintenance levels of the facility. The three of you waited until nightfall to try and be discrete as possible.

Sam got the first kill. You weren’t inside for more than ten minutes before he plunged the silver knife into the chest of the wraith. He had chuckled and sent the both of you a smirk. “Looks like I’m sleeping good.”

The second wraith was much harder. Dean had gotten a spare chance but thankfully for you, he had only nicked the monsters arm. The three of you weren’t leaving until the bastard was dead and had all agreed to split up in order to cover more ground. The hallways seemed never ending, the storage closets and spare rooms were every ten feet.

A feeling of defeat started to bubble in the center of your chest. It was another fifteen minutes until you heard any sign of life coming from down the hall. You could hear a loud clash from a room at the far end of the hall followed by a loud grunt from who sounded like Dean.

You sprinted down the hall, coming to a skidding halt at the room in front of you. Dean was on his back struggling with the monster who was on top of him. Taking a quick glance to assess the situation, you noticed Dean’s gun was flung across the room. The wraith’s spike was out and heading straight for the eldest Winchester’s neck.

“Dean!” His eyes darted to the hand closing in on his neck. The hunter’s quick reflexes had his fingers wrapping around the spike and giving it a quick flick of his wrist - snapping it in half.

The wraith let out an ungodly screech, a dark liquid spewing from the broken spike. It stumbled back and withered in pain. Your hand instinctly reached for the tomahawk in the holster. It only took you seconds to line up your target. With a heave of your arm, the tomahawk was sent flying through the air. The silver blade landed with precision, hitting the wraith in the heart.

Your face broke out into a shit eating grin before turning to Dean, practically giddy. “Did you see that?!”

His face was a mixture of shock and awe, eyes darting back and forth between you and your surprise weapon of choice. “Is that a fucking tomahawk?!”

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Dean grumbled the entire time while making up the couch. He yanked the sheets a little too hard, threw the pillows down with an extra ounce of force. Naturally, he tried coaxing you out of your win. Explaining that he was the one that broke the spike, practically giving you the kill shot. But you weren’t about to let that slide.

You smiled to yourself and surrounded yourself in pillows. Sighing in content a little extra loud as you nestled deep within the covers. Sam was already snoring by the time Dean had settled down on the lumpy couch. It was comical seeing his feet hang off the edge, his legs awkwardly bent, arms trying to make his pillow a little more supportive. “Sweet dreams, Dean.”

“Shut up.”

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You weren’t sure how long you were asleep, but you knew it wasn’t morning. There was no way that much time had passed. The nudging against your shoulder was insistent, forcing you to peak your eyes open. The room was still dark, the only light peaking through the curtain from the street light.

Even in the dim light, you could easily tell it was Dean and he had a pout on his face. “Sweetheart, please switch me places… I know you won fare and square but my back hurts and my neck feels all tingly.”

His poor little face broke your heart. Dean looked at you with pleading in his eyes. His arms folded around himself, standing before you in only his boxers. “Dean, I am not switching you…” You tried not to laugh as his face fell. “But I will share with you.”

The hunter’s brows furrowed for a moment in confusion, realization only hitting him when you scooted back from the side and pulled the corner of the sheets back. He stood there for a moment as if it was a prank. “Well come on, handsome, makin me cold.”

There wasn’t any more encouragement needed. Dean quickly snapped into action, crawling onto the mattress and pulling the covers up to his chest. A deep groan of relief left him as his head hit the pillow, his spine realigning with the help of the supportive mattress. “Feel better?”

He chuckled and nodded rolling onto his side to face you. “Since when did you start using a tomahawk?”

You shrugged and tried to keep your eyes on his, and not get distracted by his chest. Every atom inside of you wanted to reach out and trace the tattoo on his chest. “Rufus gave it to me years ago, taught me how to throw it. I haven’t used it in forever but I thought this case seemed like a good time to bust her back out.”

“Well it was pretty badass.” Dean’s chuckle was interrupted by a yawn that ripped through you. “Why don’t you get some sleep, honey?”

Your heart soared at the nickname. Sweetheart was something he used quite often, but honey was reserved for special moments like this between you. Nothing had ever happened between the two of you, but you always hoped somewhere inside of him felt something for you.

You gave him a sleepy smile and nodded, rolling so your back was facing him and nuzzled into your pillow, your eyes growing heavier by the second. There was a rustling behind you, the mattress shifting as Dean moved. You felt a warmth pressed against your back followed by a heavy arm that hesitantly draped over your waist. “Is this okay?” His hot breath fanned across your neck, tickling the sensitive skin behind your ear.

You thickly swallowed and nodded your head. “Yeah, it’s good.” A few moments passed and the two of you eventually melted into each other. Dean’s arm wrapped a little tighter around you, one of his legs tangled in between yours. It felt good, too good. How were you supposed to sleep on the couch after experiencing this? “Hey, Dean?” He hummed against your shoulder in response. “Do you um… think we could start sharing at motels now?”

You felt him chuckle softly and you were about to take the question back before you felt his lips press against your shoulder blade. “Only if you teach me how to throw that tomahawk of yours.”

“You got yourself a deal, handsome.” You tried to stifle your giggle as he nestled his face into your neck, keeping you secured against him.

A distinct throat clearing from the other side of the room had your spine straightening in an instant. “If you guys want some time alone, I’ll get my own room.”

This time you couldn’t hold back your laugh. Dean groaned and shook his head, but didn’t let go of you.

“Shut up, Sammy.”

[quillreflections]

Title: How The Mighty Fall

Chapter: 2

Series: Bakugan New Vestroia

Pairing: multiple boys/reader

"Ability card, activate! Alpha Blaster!"

As you load the card into your gauntlet, Leonidas rears his head back, gathering energy in his sharp-toothed maw. As he does so, his G-power climbs; when he roars, launching the sparkling energy beam, the force sends you and Baron both skidding backwards several feet. The beam pierces Nemus, reverting the other Bakugan to its sphere form. The battle was over.

After picking up Nemus, Baron stands silently; it looks like he's just staring at the ground, but you can't see his eyes.

You step forward hesitantly. "Baron? Hey, don't worry about it-"

"Miss [Name], that was incredible!" Baron's head shoots up; his sparkling eyes meet yours and, as you step closer, he grabs your hands in his much larger ones. "You're a complete master of Haos Bakugan! Please teach me to be like you!"

You blush from the intensity of both his compliments and his gaze. "Baron- it's just a difference in experience. I've had a few years to gather strong cards and plan strategies. I'm not that great, I've just been doing it longer."

He nods, listening intently; from the direction of the mobile headquarters, someone begins snarking.

"You gonna let go of her, Baron, or are the two of you married now?"

Baron drops your hands as quickly as if he'd been in pain. Shun slinks out of the cab, where he'd been monitoring and analyzing your practice battles. "Baron, you get shaken too easily. The main things you need to work on are focus and adaptability."

You blankly nod along as Shun instructs the younger brawler at your side. Your gaze begins to wander.

The small Resistance group had taken a break from crossing the Vestroia desert; the sand and rock formations seemed to stretch out into eternity, and it was getting difficult to believe you were any closer to Alpha City. For the past several days, you'd all been discussing and bickering on how to approach the situation- a break to blow off some steam in battle was well-needed.

". . . are you listening?"

"Hey, Vestroia to [Name]!"

Their voices snap you out of your daze, and you smile sheepishly at your friends. Shun frowns down at you, but it doesn't reach his eyes- he's very used to your behavior.

"Sorry, I was thinking. One more time?"

Shun turns to walk back to the mobile headquarters, motioning for you and Baron to follow him out of the smothering heat. "I was saying, [Name]- you're getting incredibly predictable."

"And what, Dan using only Drago isn't?"

Baron snorts, but Shun silences him with a glance. As you all step into the cab, Baron scrambles off to his room, but you and Shun take a seat. He continues.

"We're lucky the Vexos haven't seen you in action yet; if you don't change up your style, they'll be able to steamroll you in an instant."

You sigh. Curled up on your shoulder, Leonidas hums thoughtfully. Shun studies you both closely.

"Mira, Ace and I have been going over schematics." He turns in his seat, pressing a button on the dashboard to project the map of Alpha City for you to see. "Once we infiltrate the city, we'll more than likely have to split up. I'm-" he hesitates, "I worry about leaving you to your own devices. I know full well you can take care of yourself for a bit, but the Vexos are. . . different." He stares intently at the floor.

You smile at him through the glowing map sphere. "I appreciate the concern, Shun- if it would make you more comfortable, Leo and I can always hold down the fort here."

Shun cocked his head to the side, his dark hair brushing against his chin, gears clearly turning behind his deep brown eyes. "We'll have to make that choice when we get there."

☆☆☆

The chilled air flows through the slit window, rustling your hair and displacing the smoke in your lungs. You take a deep breath.

The kitchen is a bit small for the amount of people you've gotta feed; it's also very obviously never used. The fridge was nearly empty except for some instant meals and what looked like vegetables. The cabinets were equally bare- you'd had to scrape all sorts of things together just to feed your ragtag group tonight. How could these people live like this?! You'd have to raid a grocery store when you got to Alpha City.

You switch off the stove and move the pan to the back burner, stirring a few more times to make sure the sauce didn't burn. With a sigh, you shove the window open the rest of the way, airing out the tiny room and wondering how likely it was that the smoke would give away the Resistance's location.

The door slides open without warning. Mira cautiously steps in; she looks out of place in her pristine uniform, her eyes watering at the scent of spices in the air.

"Heya! Dinner's almost ready!" You chirp at her, dipping a spoon into the pot of rice to check how well it's cooked.

Mira smiles a bit awkwardly at you. "It smells good! I didn't even know we had anything back here." She hesitantly leans against one ofthe few empty spots on the counter.

You flit about the cramped room for several more minutes, chopping the ends of the alien veggies, hoping that whatever this meat is will go well with everything. Mira's eyes follow your every move.

Eventually you can set your cooking utensils down. Stove off. Dinner is ready. Outside, the sun has set, and unfamiliar constellations have faded into view. You turn to face Mira.

"So, something I can help you with?"

She blinks as if coming out of a trance, averting her gaze from yours. "[Name], I just wanted to. . ." she pauses, searching for the right words. ". . . how did you handle all those years ago?"

You tilt your head, thinking, giving her a bit more time. She continues awkwardly. "I've never had to lead before; I know I'm doing the right thing, but I don't know if I'm doing it the right way. So, girl to girl, how did you-" her eyes are pleading.

You take a moment before responding.

"Well- first off, we had conviction. It looks like y'all already have that part down." You nod towards the door, knowing Ace and Baron are in their rooms. "Like, yeah, teamwork is vital and all, but it was our conviction that held us together to begin with. Y'know the Brawlers crashed with each other almost as much as with Naga and his cronies?" Mira frowns in disbelief. "In the end, though, we all deeply believed in the same thing. The teamwork fell into place because of that."

Mira nods, clearly taking mental notes. You grab a hand towel and absently begin to clean the countertop as you reminisce aloud.

"It wasn't too difficult for me, sticking around, because Dan and I have known each other a long time. But. . . it was when he finally matured enough to listen to everyone, not just me. That's when I knew we'd be okay."

You examine her again with a smile as you turn to get dishes from the cabinets. "I guess what I'm saying is, the best way to handle this would be to lean on your team. Don't try to carry the world on your own, yeah?"

Mira nods curtly. It's faint, but you're sure there's a bit of a blush on her tanned face. "Thanks, [Name]."

She won't meet your eyes.

☆☆☆

Several days later, the entirety of the Resistance- all seven of you- had arranged in the cab, some of you watching the overwhelming plant life pass your windows, others grimly focused on the 3D map, eyeing the approaching target.

Mira swiveled in her seat to face everyone. "Alright, Brawlers. We're almost to Alpha City, the location of the first dimension controller." She nods in the direction of your Ventus brawler. "Shun has found a way in. Mobile Vestal cities are domed, both for protection and ease of transport. It may be different from what humans are used to, so stay close."

From his position in the pilot's seat, Ace aggressively hits buttons and flips switches, parking the rolling machine among a grove and turning to Mira.

"We're ready."

[boyntonbaby]

Best of a Bad Situation

Pairing: John Deacon x Reader

Warnings: language, angst

Word Count: 1572

A/N: Here’s the promised oneshot! This can be read as John or Joe!John. Sorry for the dodgy formatting, i’m posing this on mobile. I’ll try to fix it tomorrow. I found the dividers for this on something I read but i can’t remember what it was so if they’re yours, please let me know so i can take them off or credit you! enjoy :)

You’d been meaning to buy a mirror for your room ever since you’d moved in with Roger. But you’d never gotten around to it, and that was why you were doing your makeup in the living room mirror, in front of him and his friends.

“Tell us about him, then.” Roger smiled, teasing you as usual.

“God, if the bathroom lights weren’t so awful I could just do it in there.” You sighed, brushing the powder onto your cheeks.

“Is he really that bad?” Rogers eyes lit up. You swore he was a sadist.

“He’s lovely, actually. His name’s Tommy and he works at the museum too.”

“So he’s a boring prick?” Roger rolled his eyes. “Hey!” Brian, who also worked at the museum with the both of you, exclaimed. “He might be a prick, but working at the museum doesn’t make him boring.”

“Don’t encourage him. And he’s not a prick!” You turned around, glaring at Brian. “He’s very nice.”

“He certainly seemed very nice when he knocked my coffee over me in the break room and told me to watch where I was going.” Brian remarked.

“Do you like him? That’s all that matters, really.” Deaky piped up. His smiled was infectious and before you knew it, you were grinning from ear to ear.

“I really like him.” You almost sounded like you were trying to convince yourself.

“Well, darling, you’d best get going then. You’re five minutes late, after all.” Freddie pointed towards the clock and you gasped, grabbing your handbag off the coffee table and pulling your heels on. You called out a farewell to all of them and ran out of the flat.

It was now forty-five minutes past the agreed meeting time. You sat in the booth of the diner, stirring your smoothie absent-mindedly. Maybe he was just running late? You had been, too, so you could hardly blame him. But there was a big difference between ten minutes and how long he had left you sat there. Tapping your nails on the table, you looked up as the clock’s hands moved on slowly, like they were mocking you.

“Is everything alright?” The waitress stood next to you, a hint of sympathy in her eyes.

“Yes, fine.” You smiled. Then an idea crossed your mind. Maybe you’d missed him? Maybe he’d thought you’d stood him up and just gone home.

“Uh- was there a man here at nine? About six foot, floppy blonde hair with brown eyes?” You were hopeful. This way you could clear up the misunderstanding on monday, and plan for another date. You hoped that would pan out, you needed the distraction.

“No, sorry, love.” The waitress looked around, as if worried she was being watched. “He’s probably just late. Don’t worry, sweetheart.” She patted your shoulder gently and walked off. You smiled half-heartedly.

“We close at eleven.” The waiter said, looking down at you awkwardly. Suddenly, you realised how long you’d been sat there. The friendly waitress had clocked out, being replaced by a freckly teenage boy who looked about two years younger than you. The clock on the wall displayed the time, and it hit you that you’d been waiting there for nearly two hours.

“I-“ Your voice broke a little. “I’m leaving now.” Sliding out of your booth, you began the walk of shame out of the door. You could only hope that nobody had been there long enough to realise that you’d been stood up.

The walk home wasn’t too long, but the air was sharp and cold and each step felt painful. A sort of resentment had built up inside you, and the anger made you feel as if you were walking on coals. He couldn’t excuse this- there was no reason for it that you could think of except for malice. Maybe the whole thing was a joke, maybe he’d never liked you. Maybe all he wanted to do was humiliate you by getting your hopes up and leaving you to be miserable in some stupid fifties style diner.

Catching a glimpse of yourself in one of the darkened shop windows, you thought about how stupid you looked. You were wearing a floral dress, along with white heels. Your hair had been put half-up in a way that you remember saying “looked like you were definitely trying, but not too hard.” You cringed at the thought. All for somebody who never even decided to rock up. You just wanted to get home and go to bed, but here you were, on the verge of tears in the middle of the street. Before you could stop yourself, a few tears had dropped, leaving tracks in your foundation.

The apartment was quiet as you clicked your key in the lock. You knew that Brian, Freddie and Deaky were staying over, but you hoped that them and Roger would be asleep already. The last thing you wanted was to get made fun of for putting your faith in such a prick. A gentle blare came from the telly, and much to your dismay, all four of them turned to look in your direction as you pushed the door open. Trying to avoid eye contact, you looked down at the shoe rack as you toed off the heels that had been hurting you the whole way home.

“So, how was your date with the prick?” Roger’s tone was jokey and you knew he meant nothing by it, but the irony of the conversation you’d had before you left hit like a ton of bricks and a few more tears crept their way down your face. He stood up, face and voice suddenly full of concern. “Hey, are you crying? He didn’t do anything, did he? Did he hurt you? Are you alright?” His voice sounded fuzzy and muffled, like he was speaking to you from next-door.

“I’m going to bed.” You mumbled, keeping your eyes tracked on the floor. You could feel the boys’ eyes on you, and the embarrassment felt crushing. Wiping your face quickly, you ran into your room and sat down on the bed. Then you finally let yourself break down.

You could only hope that the door was soundproof because you were sobbing so hard; the tears flooded down your cheeks as you buried your head into your pillow. The overwhelming thoughts were giving you a banging headache, and all you wanted to do was sleep. But you just couldn’t seem to let yourself.

After about five minutes of sobbing into your pillow, you heard a gentle knock at the door. Figuring that if you ignored it, it would go away, you slowly moved to lay on your back. The knocks came again, slightly louder this time. “Fuck off, Roger.” You snapped, the words coming out sharper than usual. You loved Roger, you really did, but knowing him the interaction would go one of two ways. He’d either find out about the whole “being stood up” thing and find it hilarious, or he’d want to kill Tommy. Both reactions were far more intense than you could deal with tonight.

The handle turned and pushed open softly, and you heard a gentle voice fill the room as you stared at the ceiling.

“Not Roger.”

You let out a soft sigh of relief as you heard Deaky’s voice. He was definitely the most sensitive of the lot, and you felt like he would understand. You’d always had a soft spot for John Deacon.

Sitting up on the bed, you gestured for him to come in as you wiped the tears from your face. He closed the door behind him and presented a box of tissues. Smiling, you took one as he sat down next to you.

“So, what happened? Did he try something funny?” His voice was so calm and gentle, you just wanted to wrap yourself in his arms and never let go.

“He didn’t try anything at all. He didn’t show.”

Deaky was silent for a moment, processing what you said.

“Then he’s stupid. Doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

You smiled and giggled slightly, dabbing at your eyes with one of the tissues. John took one out of the box and tried to clean up the mascara that had tracked under your eyes.

“I’m serious, you know. You’re beautiful. Seriously.” You couldn’t help but notice the slight pink flush that had settled itself along his cheeks.

“You’re so sweet.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

You set the tissue down on the bedside table and hesitantly lay your head on the crook of his shoulder. His arm wrapped around you, and he lay his head on top of yours. You couldn’t help but smile.

“There’s better people out there. People who’ll treat you right, like you deserve.” His thumb rubbed your shoulder absent-mindedly.

You laughed softly. “What, like you?” You said, almost in a jokey fashion.

You could almost hear his breath hitch in his throat. He hesitated for a moment, then spoke up.

“If you want me to.”

The whole situation felt surreal. You liked John, you always had, but you pushed it down with ‘he’s just a friend’ and ‘he doesn’t like me like that.’

“I think I’d like that.” Your voice was quiet, almost a whisper. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Sure, you’d had a shitty night, but it turned out far better than you could have hoped.

[katurrade]

Secrets and Sins 7

This is not your normal TRR story. This is a complete AU. A mobster AU. Hopefully you enjoy this, it’s dark and twisted, but should be a fun ride. It’s also written in a reader format, not a MC format. (Y/N = Your Name) Enjoy!

Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye. Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 3,910 ish.

Pairing: Mobster!Liam x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Curse words. Possible NSFW content in later chapters. Flashbacks of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse. Possible triggering thoughts and feelings. Probably more warnings to come.

A/N: *throws canon out the damn window* YEET.

Sorry guys, this chapter got a little crunched thanks to Tumblr mobile only alloying 100 lines. Grrr. So hopefully all the parts make sense! Also, this is mostly fluff, we get a glimpse into Liams personality when he isn’t ordering around henchman. The next chapter will be a flashback one from Liams POV. This chapter will have photos of Liams house as I was to lazy to describe it lol but they are from during the day, so just ignore that. Enjoy!

As the car continued down the road, a silence hung in the air around you. Neither one of you had spoken a word since the seat belt incident. Your hands were now clasped tightly in your lap, and you were fidgeting with your fingers. Your eyes looking down and watching them as you did. He clearly wasn’t going to speak first and you figured now was as good a time as any to figured out just what the fuck happened tonight. You looked over towards Liam and opened your mouth to question him but quickly shut it when you saw him gripping the steering wheel, hard, with his left hand. His jaw tight and clenched. Eyes slightly narrowed and focused on the road. Clearly he was pissed off about something. And you could only assume it had to do with the events from a few moments ago. “Are you okay?” You asked hesitantly, your left arm instinctively reaching out to touch his forearm, in an attempt to soothe him, but you quickly halted the action and brought your arm back to rest in your lap again. Unsure how he’d react to you touching him right now. You didn’t know him well enough to stupidly assume you knew what he needed, or was okay with, in this moment.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He said, then he turned to look at you briefly before focusing back on the road again. “Are you?”

“I ah,” You paused, mulling over how exactly to answer before realizing you honestly weren’t sure how you felt “I don’t know, exactly.” you shook your head then turned to look out the passenger side window. You watched the buildings and trees whizz by as tears began to well up in your eyes. Tonight had shaken you. You had slowly allowed yourself to feel safe. To feel secure. Well not entirely, never entirely, but just enough. At least enough to let yourself start to believe that your life was looking up, and that maybe you had managed to escape your past. Managed to escape him. But you hadn’t. You reach your right hand up to quickly wipe away the stray tears, trying to hide the fact you were crying from Liam. You didn’t want him to see you cry, to see you this weak, you couldn’t allow anyone to see you this weak. Not any more. You needed your iron shell to keep you safe. Keep you guarded. But then you felt Liam take your hand, you whipped your head around to look down as he intertwine his fingers with yours then he raised your hand up, your eyes closely following the motion as it happened, he brought it over to his side of the car then pressed the back of your hand to his lips and gently kissed it. His eyes flicked over to you again for a moment, locked on to yours then flicked back to the road as he lowered your hand to rest on his thigh. “Once we get to my house, I’ll explain everything. But I want you to know that I will continue to protect you, Y/N. I will keep you safe. You have my word.” He squeezed your hand tightly for a moment as if to reassure you that he meant every word. And you believed he did. At least now you knew where you were heading. His house. He had just managed to answer one of your more pressing questions only to open up a totally different line of questions at the same time. “Continue?” You asked quietly.

“Yes. Continue.” He said. You nodded then looked back out the passenger side window. Your hand still clutched in his bigger one on his lap. You both remained quiet the rest of the drive. Only about 15 more minutes, give or take. He turned into a driveway, one with a giant rod iron gate. He pulled up to a key pad, opening his window to type in a code, you heard 5 different deep tones as he did. And then the gates started to open and he rolled his window back up. Once through the gates you traveled down a long tree lined driveway for maybe a minute before you saw it. A massive red brick home, it was huge but at the same time you had almost expected it to be bigger. More grand.

When you pictured a mobsters house, this was not what popped into your head. You’re ex’ house was big, stupidly big, but it was modern and sleek lined. It was a stunning house in it’s own right but it was cold. And empty. And towards the end it felt more like a prison then it did your home. Not like this place, it seemed warm. Inviting. Granted you couldn’t make out much of it as it was so dark out, but it looked almost like a country home on steroids. But it was breath taking to say the least. The car came to a stop right out front and your mouth dropped open for a second till you heard a soft chuckle from beside you. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You peeled your eyes away from it to look at him “So beautiful. It’s just not what I would have expected.” You paused, then your eyes widened “I mean, not that I didn’t expect you to have a beautiful home—“

“I know what you meant,” He cut you off then laughed and shook his head as he climbed out of the car and came around to your side, opening your door and offering you a hand to help you out. “It’s been in my family for generations. I could never imagine living anywhere else,” he paused to close the door “There are just a lot of memories here, sad ones for sure, but also happy one.” He smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He moved to the trunk and opened it, grabbing your stuff then closing it again. You wanted to mention knowing about his mom, his dad, but now wasn’t really the time or place. So you just smiled back at him then went to take your things from his hands. But just as you reached for them he pulled back and levelled a glare at you.

“What?” You asked, slightly confused by his action.

“I got them.” He responded then offered you his arm. You stared at him for a moment then took it before he led you into the house and you damn near fell over. You thought the outside was beautiful, but the inside was like something out of a damn magazine.

You released his arm and took a few steps into the entry, you then stopped and slowly turned, in a full 360, just to take it all in “Wow” was about all you could say when you faced back to Liam again.

He just stared at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “You hungry?”

As if on queue your stomach spoke up, clearly answering his question for you. Your face flushed pink as you awkwardly laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughed.

You nodded. And he led you off to the left passed a gorgeous formal dining room and down a long hall till you entered into a massive kitchen, on the right.

He placed your bags on the counter “You can put your stuff away where ever you’d like.”

“Any preference on where?”

“No, this kitchen doesn’t get used much. There is a bigger one down the hall that is mainly used. This one is more for show.” He shrugged like it was totally normal to have multiple kitchens, or to have one that never gets used. “I’ll be right back.” He said as he disappeared back down the hall. You looked around and took everything in for a few moments before you put your milk into the fridge and tucked the rest of your stuff, still in the bags, into one of the wall cupboards then you went and sat on one of the bar stools to wait. Liam came back into the room carrying a few items, a pan and a spatula. “I hope you like pancakes?” He asked over his shoulder as he turned on the stove and began prepping the ingredients.

“As if that’s even a question.” You jokingly scoffed.

“Good answer.” He replied over his shoulder.

“I think the real question is, you can cook?” You laughed.

He spun around “What, you think because I run a mob that I can’t cook?”

You raised a finger to your chin, and tapped it while you hummed for a moment, as if deep in thought before firmly saying “Yup.”

He smirked at you then turned back around “You’ll see just how wrong you were to assume.”

“Looking forward to it.” You said firmly as you watched him cook. Of course you checked his ass out, how could you not. You hadn’t noticed before but he was totally dressed down, at least from every other time you had seen him. He was wearing dark wash jeans and a grey sweater. He looked so ...normal. Not that the suits weren’t a fantastic look. God, were they a fantastic look. But he just seemed like a regular guy that you’d pass on the street. Not the King of New York. It was strange but you liked it. He also seemed more relaxed, or maybe that wasn’t the right word. He seemed more open. Yeah, that one.

He wasn’t trying to fluster you, or ask you out. He was just talking to you, hell, he was telling you small bits about himself. It was a stark difference from the Liam you had grown used to, but a welcomed difference. He was easy to talk to. He was caring and funny. And as much as the seductive, mysterious Liam turned you on, this version of him sucked you in. You wondered why a guy like him wasn’t married. He was obviously a catch. Or maybe you were just naive and only seeing what you wanted to see. Or rather, what he wanted you to see.

This was a man who commanded a small army of thugs, assassins and criminals. He put hits out on people. Hell, he threatened to kill Olivia just for speaking to him. He wasn’t a nice guy. He couldn’t be, not in his line of work— “One plate of mobster pancakes coming up.” He joked as he placed a tall plate of pancakes in front of you, then handed you a fork. You saw there was now butter and syrup on the counter in front of you, you hadn’t even noticed him putting them there.

“Why are you doing this for me?” You asked as you poured the syrup on your pancakes.

He furrowed his brows “Because you were hungry?”

“No, I mean, why did you rescue me tonight? Why did you bring me here?”

He leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “You want the long version or the short one?”

“Long.” You said and you cut up your pancakes and took a bite. Holy shit. These are fucking good. But you refused to admit that out loud, at least not right now. Guys ego was big enough as it is.

He sighed “Honestly, I know who you are, Y/N. I know who you’re running from. I’ve known since the day after we met—”

You straight up choked on your pancake, it wasn’t cute, which caused him to pause what he was saying. He quickly moved around the counter and patted you on the back, just hard enough to help you work it out. You managed to swallow the piece of pancake, coughing a few times right after before the panic began to take over. What did he just say? How the fuck did he know? Oh god. This couldn’t end well. Did you just walk into a fucking trap? Your heart rate picked up and you looked around the room for an exit. Ready to bolt as soon as you found one.

“Relax. You’re safe here.” He sat in a chair next to you, facing you with one arm on the counter and the other on the back of the bar stool.

“How did you find out?” You asked nervously. Coughing a couple more times right after.

“Drake recognized you at the club but he couldn’t place you at first. When my father was murdered, I asked Drake to look into your ex. Him and I have never really gotten along and I had this feeling he was behind it. We never managed to find out if he was or not, but I asked Drake to continue to keep tabs on him, just in case. I told him to only bring it to me if he found something of use.”

You nodded. Kind of figuring where this was going.

“Well, in order to keep tabs on him, that also meant keeping tabs on you. So that’s how he recognized you. He just didn’t clue in at first and last he knew you were still in Seattle.”

You shook your head as you felt the tears welling up again “I had to leave. I-I couldn’t stay there any longer. He-he—“

“Hey. Hey. Shhh. It’s okay. You’re safe.” He patted your thigh to comfort you. “Look, Drake filled me in. I know why you left. It wasn’t hard to tell in the photos what he was doing to you. I get it. And smart move coming to New York, knowing it’s the one place he couldn’t personally follow you.” He smirked.

“In the car you said ‘continue you keep me safe’, what did you mean by that?”

“The day after I met you at the club, I assigned a woman named Mara to track you down and keep an eye on you. Just to make sure you were safe.”

“Why?” You asked quietly.

He pressed his lips together as if wondering if he should talk or not but then he took a deep breath “Because there is a bounty out on you.”

“A what?!” You exclaimed as you shot up out of your chair. “What the fuck is a bounty?”

“It’s like a hit, except in the case of a bounty, it means returned alive. The only way the person will get paid for the job is if they drop you off alive.”

“Jesus christ.” You started pacing around the kitchen, your hands in your hair trying to take in everything he was telling you. It was fucking overwhelming. “Wait, so the guy tonight?”

“A bounty hunter, yes.” He nodded “But not like the ones you’re used to. These types are not sanctioned by the laws. They strictly work for the mobs. They are ruthless and are usually referred to as head hunters.”

You paused your pacing, your morbid curiosity kicking in, you spun to face him and raised an eyebrow “What’s the price at?”

He shook his head “It doesn’t matter.”

You walked towards him “Yes it does, Liam. What is the price at?”

He sighed. “It was at 250K.”

“Was...?” You raised a brow at him.

“He upped it to 500K last night.”

“Sweet. Great. Glad to know what i’m fucking worth.” You were pacing again. “So what do I do?”

“You stay here where I can protect you.”

“Why? Why do you care what happens to me, huh? Why not just put me in a box and ship me back to him.” You wildly waved around an arm “Walk away with an extra 500k in your pocket.”

He looked like he was thinking it over for a second then shook his head “Nah. I’m not into the human trafficking business. Not my thing.” He shrugged, and that damn smirk reappeared.

You halted your steps and glared at him for a moment but then burst out laughing. “You’re making fucking jokes right now?”

He shrugged again “It got you to laugh, didn’t it?”

“Okay, wait. Why did the price go up?”

“Ah..” he paused and rubbed the back of his neck “Drake wasn’t the only one in the club that recognized you that night. I guess someone snapped a few pictures while we were talking and they found there way back to—“

“Don’t!” You yelled cutting him off, before whispering “Please don’t say his name.” You shut your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. After a few seconds you opened your eyes and looked at him “So is that why you’re helping me? Because you feel bad that photos of you and me upped my price?”

He scrunched up his nose “Y/N, the club photos didn’t just up the price, they are the reason he knew where to find you. The reason he was able to send head hunters after you.”

“Oh,” you sat back down on one of the stools. As it started to all sink in. “So he hadn’t found me up until then?”

He pressed his lips into a thin line again then nodded.

“Okay,” you paused, your mind running through all the different options available to you currently. There weren’t many, but the one thing you knew was you weren’t willing to drag anyone down with you. You couldn’t ask someone else to do that. “I need you to take me back you my apartment.” You stood up and went to gather your bags from the cupboard.

“I can’t do that.” He said as he stood up from his seat. You put your bags on the counter then turned back to face him “Liam, you have to. I can’t stay here.” You shook your head, then went to the fridge to grab your milk and put it in one of the bags “I’ll ah, I’ll go back to my apartment, pack up what I can then I’ll just leave town. I started from fresh once before. I can do it again.” You nodded, pleased with your quickly thought out plan. It was your only option now. You’d just have to run again. And be smarter in the new town. No crowded venues. Maybe somewhere small, quiet. Away from all the people, less likely for someone to recognize you.

“You’re not leaving.” He shook his head. “I made you a promise.” He started to walk towards you.

“You can’t stop me.” You said defiantly, as you picked up your bags “And I’m not your responsibility.”

He was now standing right in front of you, looming over you again “As long as you are in the state of New York, you are very much my responsibility.” He said firmly. Almost in a growl.

“Liam, come on. You can’t protect me from him forever. What, are you just going to follow me where ever I go, forever? Be realistic.”

“I can and I will.” He growled “And no, I won’t need to follow you around, I have plans in place to protect you when I can’t.”

“You don’t even know me!” You scoffed “Why are you going through all this trouble for a fucking stranger, huh? What makes me so damn special—” Before you could comprehend what was happening, his large hand reached out and gently cupped the back of your head, pulling you towards him and then it happened. His lips crashed into yours, you tensed at first, and dropped the bags from your hands as his other arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush to his body. Your arms instinctively went around his waist and clung to his muscular back. And your eyes slowly closed. It was probably the best kiss you had even experienced. It was filled with both passion, and need. But was also gentle and comforting. How a simple kiss could instil so many different feelings and emotions all at once was beyond your comprehension. You never wanted it to stop, but it did, and far to quickly for your liking, as he slowly pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. His large hand still on the back of your head as the other held you pressed tightly to him. You let out a deep shaky breath, eyes still closed.

“That’s why.” He breathed out. And all you could do was nod your response, unsure if your voice would even work at the moment. He slowly released you from his embrace and you instantly mourned the loss. He picked your bags up off the floor, pulled the milk out and handing it to you. You stood there awkwardly cradling the milk, like it was the last jug of it on the planet and you would protect it with your life. He reached up above you and put the bags back in the cupboard. You just stood there frozen in place. He put his hands on your waist and spun you around to face the fridge, then gently nudged you towards it. You opened the fridge and put the milk back before turning back to face him. Still very much in a daze after that kiss, but seeing that stupid smirk on his face almost made you laugh. Smug fucker. You narrowed your eyes at him, pretending to be pissed off.

“We both know you aren’t mad.” He exaggeratingly rolled his eyes and you couldn’t hold it in any longer, you burst out laughing for a moment, cupping your hand over your mouth to quiet the sound. He laughed with you for a second before adding “Plus, you still owe me a date. Like I’d let you skip out on your debt that easily.”

“You aren’t going to let that go, are you?” You lightly laughed again.

“Hell no. You owe me.” He said, trying to keep his face neutral now, but he failed and a brilliant smile broke out across his lips. “Okay, you’ve had a long day, I’ll show you to your room. Then tomorrow I’ll give you a tour of the house.” He offered you his arm again and you took it instantly this time, tucking your hand into his elbow.

“Oh shit,” you looked up at him as you walked through the enormous house, realization sinking in again “I don’t have any clothes here with me.”

He looked down at you “We will figure that out tomorrow. For tonight, I can lend you something to sleep in.”

You smiled, and nodded as a blush took over your face, you quickly looked down to hide it “Thank you.” You whispered. He led you up the stairs then directly to the right, where there were 2 doors across from each other “Wait here.” He said as he released your arm and went through the door to the left. Reappearing a minute later holding some article of clothing which he then passed to you. He pointed to the door on the right “This is your room.” He then pointed to the one on the left, the one he had disappeared through “That’s my room, if you need anything.”

“I should be all set.” You held up the article of clothing for effect, yet you both continued to just stand there. Neither one of you clearly wanting to say goodnight, as it would mean you’d have to part ways, and clearly neither of you wanted that. Even though you both knew you had to, as you both desperately needed sleep. He broke the silence first this time, after a long as fuck minute of it, he reach out and took your hand, the one not holding the clothes, and lifted it up to his lips, putting a chaste kiss on your knuckles before releasing it back down “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Liam.”

You turned and entered your room. Once your door closed you leaned against it and clenched your eyes shut, releasing a long deep breath. After a moment you heard the soft click of his door closing. And you opened your eyes, pushing off the door you wandering into the room. You stripped off your clothes then pulled on the large t-shirt he had given you. Realizing that’s the only article of clothing he had actually given you. So much for pants. You giggled then sleepily walked over to the bed. You collapsed on top of it, not bothering to get into it, instead grabbing the blanket from the other side and pulling it over you. Sort of like a human blanket taco. You snuggled in deep to the plush bed then drifted off to sleep instantly. This would be the best sleep you’d had in years. Scratch that. Ever. You’d never felt safer in your life. And you could easily get used to sleeps like this. No question asked.

Chapter 8 HERE.

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[krustywhore]

ten thousand words ch. 9

hhh surprise update;)

no sprace in this chapter, but plenty of faves

(I’m at a football game on mobile rn so I’ll fix the formatting later but I just got impatient lmao)

also here it is on ao3 with correct formatting!!

Jack lived for the thumping bass vibrating through the floorboards. He would give anything for the rush of a few too many drinks in his system and pretty girls dancing nonstop. His second year of college and he was living the high life. Drinking cheap beer out of plastic cups in the basement of a semi-abandoned house. The high life.

“Hey!” He called, catching the attention of his roommate, Davey. “You’re not leavin’, are ya’?”

Davey sighed, turning and sitting down in a plastic chair next to Jack.

“What’s it to you?” He grumbled, downing a sip of his drink. “You don’t have to leave with me.”

Jack looked around the room, trying to find any familiar faces in the sea of drunk barely-adults.

“You really hate this?” Davey shrugged.

“It’s a Thursday, Jack. I have three classes tomorrow,” he sighed. “I can’t just relax and go out whenever I want.”

Jack ran a hand through his hair, reaching over to the coffee table to grab a shitty pen and a cocktail napkin. He propped the napkin on his knee and started sketching.

“Davey,” He spoke in a tone that mimicked that of a slightly-condescending teacher. Davey did not seem fond of this, but he rolled his eyes fondly. “I’m gonna’ tell you something that’s gonna’ save you from being a grumpy old man my the time you graduate.

Davey snorted and pulled out a wad of headphones from his pocket.

“You need to have fun. Look, your sister is the epitome of fun,” he started, pointing at Sarah who was challenging one of the sorority girls to chugging an entire bottle of wine. “Whether it’s your family or your double major, or whatever, you don’t want these last three years to be the worst of your life, Dave. Trust me, letting loose every once in a while seriously helps when you need to double down and focus in a day or two. Like, if I know I have a party to go to at the end of the week, I know I have less than five days to get my shit done so I can have fun.

Davey stopped trying to untangle the pile of white wires.

“If it’s not your thing, it’s not your thing. You can go home, I’ll give you my keys and you can go, but maybe think about it?” And Davey nodded. He shoved his headphone jack into his phone and, as Jack took that as his decision to mope around for the rest of the night, he hung his head over his bottle, holding it and swishing the beer around inside.

“Here,” Davey spoke up, Jack looking to the side to see him holding out a single earbud, the other in the former’s ear already.

Jack chuckled, setting his drink down on the coffee table.

“No, no, no,” he smirked. “You stay right there. We’re gonna’ do this right.” He dashed off, dodging through the crowd to get to Albert at the bar. He returned a few seconds later with two red cups of sloshing liquid, one of which he handed to Davey. “I couldn’t even begin to tell you what’s in this, so drink fast and try not to think about it.”

Jack plopped himself down on the sofa and graciously accepted Davey’s opposite earbud, chuckling softly at the high-tempo classical music.

“If you’re gonna’ hang out with me, Jackie, you have to deal with my version of hype music,” Davey mumbled, just loud enough for Jack to hear from beside him.

“That I can handle,” Jack smiled, tossing back another sip of his drink and sinking back into the sofa, letting the music drown out the rest of the party.

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“So you’re a freshman?” Sarah asked, trying to claim the attention of the redhead girl looking very confused by all of the drinks.

“Huh?” Her hair bounced as she whipped her head around. “Oh! Yeah, I am.”

“Cool, cool,” Sarah continued, climbing on top of the makeshift bar counter, sitting across the table from the girl. “I’m a sophomore, but it’s my brother and I’s first year here. We transferred in from out of state. University of Chicago, specifically.”

The girl smiled, her hands in her pockets.

“Do you, um, maybe have any recommendations? Sorry, I’ve just only really ever had the stuff my father used to buy, so I’m not really used to all this, um, cheap beer and stuff,” She rambled, immediately covering her mouth with her hand, a horrified look in her eyes. “Oh my god, that’s horrible, I totally don’t mean it like that! I just meant, you know, my father was really picky about alcohol and stuff! I just, kinda, took whatever he had in the house, and I-”

“It’s cool,” Sarah interrupted, flashing the girl a smile and a laugh. “Trust me, we all know we’re cheap. What’s your name, princess?”

“Oh, god,” she groaned, a laugh in her voice as she buried her face in her hands. “That’s gonna’ stick around for a while isn’t it?”

“At least until I get your real name, that is,” Sarah chirped, reaching under the bar to grab two bottles of their cheapest wine. “Until then, I propose a toast.” She popped the corks one by one.

“And what exactly are we toasting?” The redhead asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I don’t know,” Sarah started, her drunk brain clearly trying to come up with something. “How ‘bout we toast to your rich dad and his fancy liquor that I really hope gave you a high tolerance.”

The girl laughed, but shrugged, grabbing a bottle.

“Keep up then, princey,” she teased, immediately tipping back the bottle and chugging as much as she could. She kept both eyes open, never making a face as she stared down her opponent.

Sarah immediately pulled out her phone and took pictures, laughing as she watched the girl drain the last few drops of the bottle and immediately toss it behind the bar. Surprisingly or not, it didn’t break and merely bounced behind some empty boxes.

“Eh, it’s drugstore wine. The bottle’s probably plastic,” Sarah joked, earning a laugh from her new friend.

“Oh come on, stop stalling,” she teased, egging Sarah on.

“Fine,” the latter smirked, sweeping her ponytail off her shoulder. “Watch this.”

She, much like Katherine, tipped the bottle into her mouth, but instead held it between her teeth and chugged the whole thing with no hands. The moment she finished, she puffed the bottle out of her mouth and onto the floor, both girls laughing hilariously.

“Katherine,” the redhead spoke up once she composed herself slightly, jutting out her hand for Sarah to shake.

The latter stared at it for a second before grabbing it gently and bowing slightly to bring it to her lips and kiss across the girl’s knuckles. “Sarah,” she spoke, sending chills up the other’s arm.

Sarah Jacobs would be the first to admit she’d had more than platonic feelings for girls before, but Katherine? Yeah, this was very new and she couldn’t deny she kind-of liked it.

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“Who was that guy you were with earlier?” Albert whipped his head around to see one of his frat brothers, Austin, nudging him with his elbow. Albert dug through his memories of the night so far, only coming up with one person his friend wouldn’t know.

“Race? Kinda lanky, blond, not exactly talkative?” He suggested.

“Yeah, where’d he come from?” Austin asked, pulling off his cap for a second and repositioning his shaggy brown hair.

Albert tossed his friend another beer bottle while they talked, the other catching it with ease. They were both there with baseball scholarships, after all.

“You know Spot, right?” Austin nodded, popping the cap of the bottle. “Yeah, they’re friends I guess. I don’t really know why he came. Why, do you know ‘im?”

Austin took a second before he sighed, stepping back behind the bar next to Albert and away from the crowd around him.

“You think he’s gay?” Austin asked, his voice barely audible.

Albert was a bit taken aback, but he shrugged anyway. “I mean, just from tonight, I’d guess he’s all over Conlon for a reason, but I guess I don’t really know. Why, is that a problem or somethin’?” He couldn’t help getting a bit defensive.

“Nah, definitely not,” Austin started vaguely. “Think he’d say yes if I asked ‘im out?”

Now that was not what Albert was expecting.

“Y-you want to...oh, I mean, I don’t really know him, but like, yeah? Go for it, I guess,” Albert rambled awkwardly.

Austin chuckled, clapping Albert on the shoulder.

“We’re cool, right dude?” He asked, only a slight nervous quiver in his voice.

“Yeah, ‘course,” Albert smiled, clinking their bottles together. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Austin smiled, a slight blush on his cheeks before he ducked out, looking for a particular blond in the sea of people.

[driftingicecaps-fr]

Big, Big Changes

The Freeze Arc II Part I

Dragons scattered as the Snapper flew over the ice. Normally he would walk but the situation was urgent and there was no time or need for the magic spell to protect the icecaps from him. Molten lava dripped from the cracks in his mana surged scales and left trails of steam in his wake. There was no guarantee his magic would work, but they needed him to try.

Sasha and Moonracer had already carried the massive slab of tungsten to his landing spot so he could stand without sinking deep into the ice. Tallah and Frostbite waited beside it, standing over the frozen chunk that held the leader, husband, and father - Amadeus. 

“The Icewarden really did this?”

“You didn’t notice him? Or the raging blizzard that surrounded us when he appeared?” Tallah asked, unamused.

“If you want me to be honest, I was having a nice chat with Sasha in the workshop. Do you know how loud metal can be when you strike it? Sometimes you just don’t hear the wind! Plus it’s so well enforced that it wouldn’t have been shaking or -”

“Wrex! Please, focus.” The guardian pleaded, “Our weapons and claws and magic can’t break the ice let alone leave any cracks.”

“And fire.. isn’t hot enough...” Frostbite spoke beside her, unconsciously stepping a little closer to Wrex. The warmth the snapper excreted was welcome on his frozen joints.

Wrex looked over his friend and leader in the icy prison. It hurt his heart and confused him greatly to see such a sight. The Tundra would never hurt a fly, his friends loved him dearly and his family bonds were strong. When he was briefed on the situation they explained the Icewarden felt betrayed by the clans formation and that it had gone against his will. Even so, was it enough to invoke the wrath of deity? If they continued to keep the clan here would he return again? Was Amadeus even alive?

He took a deep breath and dark smoke billowed from his nostril when he exhaled. The tension was heavy, many dragons were watching from a distance believing they couldn’t be noticed but Wrex knew they were there and it only made him more anxious.

With that, he lifted one foot and placed it on the ice, letting the lava drip off his scales. Frostbite bent down to look a little closer but Tallah was still and grounded, staring at the ice with eyes so piercing it wouldn’t be surprising if it cracked from her gaze alone. 

It did nothing.

The lava slid down onto the icecap, melting and sizzling it’s way through the cracks but not leaving a single indentation on Amadeus’s prison. Only a disgusting stench rose from it, unlike any sort of steam. Wrex put his foot back down and peered at it closely. “Tallah.. I’m sorry.”

The guardians jaw was clenched so tightly it appeared to shake. No, it was definitely shaking. Her head dipped down and then swiftly rose along with the rest of her body before it came crashing down on the jagged block that contained her mate. Tallah’s roar was nearly deafening to the closest dragons and carried rage and sorrow within. Claws scraped and beat helplessly at the ice. It did not budge under her wrath. “Damn you! We’ve worshiped you from birth, we were raised under your law, and this is how we’ve been repaid? You’ve taken away my mate - my charge. You’ve destroyed my home. We’ve done nothing to you.” Frostbite reached out to console his mother but she flinched at his frosted touch, “No more.. no more. The Icewarden is no longer my deity, I am loyal to no one but my charge. If a god can senselessly harm a mere mortal without shame then they are no different from us. They do not deserve our loyalty, our exaltion. We serve the Icewarden no longer.”

Wrex had awkwardly stepped off the platform during her speech and quickly corrected himself. He looked to Frostbite who quietly dismissed him with a nod.

“Mother... there must be... some kind of... explanation.” The prince offered, putting his claws on his mothers shoulder, “Father... is innocent...”

Tallah turned to her son. Tears had streaked her charcoal face and it shook him to the core. His mother never cried. But he could understand how strong her emotions much be. If he ever lost his charge - Noel - he would lose his purpose. His mother couldn’t keep the one thing she cared about the most safe from harm. They both knew she would have offered herself to the Icewarden if she could.

“No, my son.” She cradled his face in her claws. “This Icewarden is unforgiving. If not for his storms, the land he created, you..” Tallah grimaced. Frostbite’s appearance was truly her own fault but she blamed the deity nonetheless.

“There may be... another way...” He said softly, pushing away his mothers claws. “Maybe.. maybe...”

“Stop! Don’t get my hopes up. Not again.” Her claws pressed to her chest. She had tried so hard to save Frostbite, to melt the ice that kept his voice slow and deep and his joints barely mobile. If she could not help him, her mate was truly a lost cause.

“Please listen...” He straightened himself up and tried his best to look like a leader. “The magic.. of a deity... can only be matched.. by another deity..”

A few dragons had started to slink closer to the guardians, ears turned in their direction. Tallah looked at her son with bared teeth, “What are you suggesting?”

“The Flamecaller.” He said sharply. Behind him he could hear multiple gasps. His suggestion was extremely far-fetched.

Tallah snorted, “And how do you expect us to convince the Flamecaller to come here? Do you know how difficult it was for your father to meet the Icewarden for his proposal? These deities don’t care about us! They hold their festivals to remind us of our creation but our individual lives are of no importance to them.”

Frostbite looked away, sucked in a deep breath, and looked into his mothers eyes. “I will figure it out... on my way.. to the Ashfall-”

“NO!” She roared, cutting him off. Frostbite jerked back despite expecting the reaction. “You will not search for her. You will not leave the icecaps. We need you here, these dragons need another leader and I.. I can’t lose you! I can’t.. Not you too.”

Frostbite pointed in the direction of his father. “No.. we need him. We need dad. He is.. our leader. The Flamecaller... is the only dragon... who could save him. Besides... you have Noel.. she will lead.”

“That ball of fluff is not fit to lead! She hides behind her Imperial’s and shoves her big nose in scrolls all night. Noel is hardly a daughter to me.” Tallah’s denouncement burned deep. It was no secret that the leader played favorites with her children, but Frostbite refused to hear it.

“Noel... is a perfect leader. Her intelligence... is nearly equal.. to father. You simply.. do not respect.. her.” He spoke as quickly as he could despite the pauses. Frostbite rarely felt hate or anger, but he would not let his mother speak of his sister in that manner. “If you do not... then I will not... respect you.” His nostrils flared as he glared at his mother.

“You will not leave the icecaps. That is the last I want to hear of it.” Tallah turned away from her son with a growl. “I have new representatives to appoint.”

 Frostbite sat down beside his father and leaned against the ice. The dragons who had been watching the drama now dispersed quickly. As he looked to the skies he could see Valentino leaving to inform their allies about what had happened and seek their assistance. 

“Alright, who would be willing to join me?”