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Jakub Adamczewski x GN! Reader (Part 1)

This story contains: Gender neutral reader, a bit of seggs, alcohol, catholic church, enemies to lovers, swearing, conflict resolution techniques taught to me by my therapist and some Bogdan because he is my favourite character in the show 1670.

Abstract: The reader is a wealthy... something (the profession is not important for the fanfic) who has recently moved to Adamczycha. Their stay at the village would have a 5 star rating if it wasn't for that cunty priest named Jakub. However, as they interact more with Jakub things change. Woah!✨

Word count: 2000 or something like that (I'm avoiding other important tasks in my life)

The story is better than the abstract... Enjoy!

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Adamczycha was a small town located in the northeast of Poland. Perhaps it was the people, the food or the scenery what made you fall in love with this beautiful place. However, like everything else in life, it also had its disadvantages. There was one guy, a priest to be more specific, who made your stay a little uncomfortable. His name was Jakub, the Adamczewski family's most beloved son. From the day you arrived he treated you as if you were some kind of demon.

"ASMODEUS, SATANAS, LUCIFER!!!" A flashback of one of his sermons came to your mind. He was looking directly at you as he said that. Not very polite of him. "They could be walking among us at this very moment!" You remember how he screamed as he raised his fist in the altar and took another deep breath to keep giving his speech. He was a parody of a priest.

You had to say it, all the encounters you had with him were quite peculiar and every now and then your friends would ask you to repeat these stories. "(Y/n), tell us again about that one story in the church!" In Adamczycha people respected you, at least more than in the previous town where you were living.

"For sure, it was very weird. I was just sitting there on the bench minding my own godly business. Listening to the priest blah, blah, blah. When all of a sudden something in his eyes changes. It looked like a demonic possession. He starts listing all of this demons... and I swear to God, he was looking at me all the time."

"What have you done to the poor little guy?" Asked the moustachioed soldier with a curious look on his face.

"Me? Nothing. But don't be fooled, he is not as innocent as he seems. One day he likes you, another day he blames you for heresy."

"I think you should talk to him in the confessional. When you confess, you may change your mind about him." Bogdan insisted.

"Aaaaagh, the mere thought of spending some time alone in a box with him sends shivers down my spine". With that you took a last sip of your drink and headed towards your house which was not far from the tavern. What Bogdan had said made you think about your relationship with the priest. Maybe you should give him a chance. After all, in your previous town, your neighbours made you feel excluded too. Why would you want to do that to someone else? Given that you were inmersed in your thoughts you couldn't notice your name being called over and over again.

"(Y/n)!." You heard a demanding voice nearby. You squinted your eyes in order to see where the voice was coming from. It was no other than the Great Jakub himself, blocking your way home.

"Jakub..." Your face remained expressionless as you muttered his name. The only thing you did to make your hate towards him a little bit less notorious was tilting your fluffy hat like a cowboy.

"You shouldn't be out here at night." Confused, you stopped walking to make eye contact with him.

"Look priest. As far as I know I'm some sort of demon, so I don't think I'll have any problems as long as I stay away from priests." It came right from your heart. All this hatred could not be kept hidden for too long.

"How dare you speak to me like that?" He seemed to be offended by your remarks. "Forgive me inmediately or I'll have you executed tomorrow morning" Oh, you got him really pissed.

"Okay, I'm sorry." As you lifted your arms you pouted your lips to make it seem more convincing. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some import-"

"On your knees..." Each word came out of his mouth slowly as if he enjoyed it. You swear you saw a grin forming in one side of his lips. "Come on, I have to be home! Dinner is waiting." He demanded eagerly. Even if you had become quite rich in the last year, you were not the most powerful person in town.

"Jakub, I..." Your mind went blank for a moment. "What a psycho!" You thought to yourself as you slowly knelt on the muddy floor. When you finally reached the bottom your left knee slipped a little. This action made the priest laugh mischievously.

"Stand up-." He struggled to control his laughter as he gestured for you to get up. Once he regained control over himself he continued. "Anyway, come tomorrow to my church." You noticed him winking at you. Still, you weren't sure if that was real or if you were too drunk. "We have to cleanse your soul... and those pants". He grinned once more and left you there in the mud.

As you saw him walking away in the distance your mind came back to its clarity again. Unfortunately, those thoughts were filled with hate towards the young priest.

"I'll make sure I splash you with holy water you filthy demon..." With that you resolutely got to your feet only to slip and fall in the mud again.

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What a weird day. Good it was already over. Now you could spend some time bathing and washing off the mud.

"Fuck you, Jakob..." Figuratively speaking. You hated his abuse of power and how he treated you as if you were less than him. It was difficult to stop thinking about him, he had already made an important presence in your life. "Uuuugh..." The smooth rose petals didn't seem to be helping you relax. As much as you tried to inhale their sweet aroma, the image of him pointing the floor so you would kneel was difficult to get out of your head. "Did he wink at me?" You were pretty much confussed since you were receiving a lot of mixed messages. However, you had to admit that you didn't dislike the thought of having him around at that moment. With that, you closed your eyes and slowly massaged your tights underwater. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you imagined Jakub undressing from his opulent clothing in front of you. Him slowly getting inside of the bathtub with his hard penis. Planting a wet kiss on your lips as he slipped his dick inside you. The thought of being penetrated by him made you want to touch yourself desperately.

"What am I thinking?" You slapped your cheek and poured some cold water over your head ashamed of your actions. As much as you enjoyed that moment alone, you knew it was for the best. Getting laid with a catholic priest was impossible after all. Tomorrow you would confess your sins and maybe then he would treat you with respect. You didn't ask for more.

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"It's true, I swear!" The tone of your voice sounded weirdly amusing. Your hands were shaking more than usual, making part of your drink spill on the ground.

"Yeah sure, you're telling me that Jakob appeared near your house at night and told you to confess your sins." Bogdan wasn't buying any of that bullshit. "I think you had to many drinks last night!" He forced a smile.

You grabbed him by his collar, checked the tavern and spoke softly. "I swear on my life Bogdan". The seriousness of your voice made him frown. "Either I get laid today or I get killed. I don't care which one of them it is".

"I thought you were happy in here." By his facial expression you could tell he was worried.

"Of course, I just need to clarify some stuff." You placed a hand firmly on Bogdan's sweaty shoulder and headed outside. The priest did not specify when you had to come to visit him. Because of the anxiety you were feeling, you left the meeting for the last moment of the day. That way you could avoid Jakub. A bit tipsy, you moved through the dark alleys of Adamczycha preparing for the worst.

"H-Hello?" Your voice shaked as you waited outside of the giant wooden doors of the church. After a minute or so you decided to head inside the church. To your surprise, the inside door was not closed. "Jakub?" You took your fluffy hat off and dipped your hand in the sink with holy water. You signed a quick cross and walked through the empty aisle. Some of the candles were lit making the statues more visible. At night and without people, it was quite frightening to walk through the church. To ease your nerves, you fiddled with the hat in your hands.

At the end of the aisle, you could see the altar with all its golden decorations. It was more empty than usual. All you could find was a note and a candle. Someone had been remodeling the building. You opened the note and with the help of the candle you read what it said.

"Find me in the confessional." Your voice echoed making you even more scared. You walked carefully towards the wooden confessional and blew the candle once you were in front of it. You were not sure if after all this time he would be waiting for you, but you decided to enter anyway.

"Hm, hm, Father?" You cleared your voice as you said that. If it hadn't been for his heavy breathing, you wouldn't have known he was on the other side.

"Hm, so now you are treating me with respect?" For the fist time, it was a relief to hear his voice.

"I'm sorry, when did I treat you with disrespect?" Calling him Father instead of Jakub was a bit weird, but you thought it was right to do so in his church.

"I know how you talk about me behind my back. My uncle Bogdan told me about it." You could not believe it, Bogdan didn't tell you he was Jakub's uncle.

"Can't I have private conversations with my friends?" Defending yourself seemed more reasonable than begging for forgiveness.

"Never mind, I have also talked shit about you."

"With whom?" As far as you knew, Jakub wasn't the type of person who had a lot of friends, so you decided to attack him with that question.

"With Him." He hummed. "I think it's time you forgive me in front of the Almighty."

"What about you?" Empowerment filled your body as you faced him and his absurd demands. This man was used to people giving him what he wanted right away. After all, he was his daddy's favourite. Having someone face him was still new for Jakub. Before you arrived, this whole town was under his control. Almost. Whatever he desired was granted by God. Well, almost everything. There was one thing he could not get which seemed to be torturing him. Since you arrived in the town, he started feeling uneasy and more weird than usual. He punished himself a lot. All those impure thoughts invading his body. His sexual desires overshadowed his core religious values. He couldn't take it anymore.

"I had enough!" For a moment that felt like years the confessional was filled with silence. You decided to break it as you were starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Look Jakub. I know I shouldn't have said those things about you with Bogdan. I felt like you were treating me disrespectfully so I started doing the same. What I want to say is... I'm sorry, I hope we can start over again." You swallowed your pride with that last line, but you didn't care. You simply didn't want to be on bad terms with him anymore. "What do you say?" You asked yet again, as the confessional was filled with silence.

"Why are you making this more difficult?" He blamed you for his own filthy desires.

"Making what?" You weren't sure what he was refering to.

Suddenly, Jakub's side door was opened. You could hear his footsteps marching somewhere else, so you decided to follow him.

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To be continued.

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You Belong to me (repost)

Pirate Captain! Alpha! Werewolf! Shouta Aizawa x Tavern owner! Luna! Reader.

(I do not own Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic, Keigo Takami/ Hawks, Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki, Eri, or any other character that is mentioned that is from the manga/anime known as My Hero Academia, all of these characters belong to Horikoshi Kohei. I’d like to see how many you can recognize. Comment all the characters you recognize down in the comments. I’m extending this story off the last story I did with the Bnharem collab. I have left that group for various reasons and I advise those who want to join the group to not join them. Dm me or send me an ask for more details. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised and remember, Piracy is a crime.)

(If y’all don’t know what a Luna is by now or you’re new here, this is what a Luna is in a nutshell: It’s an Alpha with both sets of reproductive organs and is a variant of an Alpha that can get pregnant and impregnate others.)

TW: Pirates, gun usage, ABO, blood, surgery on a wound, bullets, cauterization, leg amputation, mental stress and breakdown, assault, being held at gunpoint, sexual scene. WC: 7,450

After the long day of gathering things to set up your room for that night, You came back to your inn to set up the items you had purchased earlier in the day in your room. Once you were happy with the way you had thing set up, you went backdown into the Tavern to work until you closed up for the evening. During the day, you were cleaning up a section of the counter when the Lieutenant was sitting at the bar, staring at you with a smirk plastered on his face.

“What do you want?” You asked as you pulled a glass over and cleaned it. “My dear, I want you to share my bed tonight.” He spoke. You froze and set the glass down that you had been cleaning.

“Do you know I’m already spoken for? I have a mate.” You spoke and showed him the faint outline of your mark. “Where is your mate? I Should tell you that my sources tell me that your mate is one of those filthy pirates. Not just any pirate though. You hooked one of those Captains to share your bed, you whore.” He spoke, his eyes widening and he rocked back in his seat laughing.

“I am not a whore, you brute. Get out of my establishment now before I have one of my guards drag you out. You might be one of the King’s guards but you are not welcome to this island.” You spoke in a firm tone. The scarred soldier got up and tilted his hat to you before leaving your tavern, as he didn’t want to stir up any commotion.

You huffed and went about your day, working and trying to calm your mind before that night when you’d help Shouta through his transformation. You decided to make him a special dinner to welcome him back home so, you decided to go into the market and pick up some special ingredients that you only bought on a special occasion. As you were shopping, you didn’t notice the patchworked soldier following you.

You had finished your shopping and was walking home when you were pinned to the wall of your Tavern, nearly dropping the contents of your basket. “You’re going to regret refusing my offer earlier, Y/n.” He spoke, tilting your head up slightly with a crooked finger tucked under your chin and leaning in for a kiss. You stared off at the full moon that was shining over the bay, looking at for any sign of The Lone Wolf, begging for Shouta to come and save you. You shut your eyes tight as the Lieutenant slid his hand up your thigh and under your skirt, not noticing something dropping behind the soldier and yanking him away and knocking him to the ground. “You don’t dare touch my mate.” A deep growling voice spoke. Your eyes shot open to see who had rescued you.

You saw none other than your Pirate Captain, holding his scarf tight around the Lieutenant. Your heart lifted a little when you saw him.

“Y/n, I’ll take care of him. Go now!” He spoke and you ran off, making sure to grab your basket and escape into through the back door of your tavern. With your heart pounding in your chest, you ascended the stairs and entered your apartment. You had shut and locked the door behind you. You sat down on the edge of your bed and stared at the floor trying to calm your heartbeat and breathing. You didn’t notice a figure appearing in your window and knocking at the glass. You jumped and looked up to see what or who it was. You calmed yourself when you saw that it was only your mate perched on the window sill. You walked over to the window and let him inside. He immediately cupped your face with his hands and looked you in the eyes, examining your body for any injuries. “Are you alright, love?

Did he hurt you in any way? Did he touch you in a bad way? Its alright, you can tell me if he did.” He spoke as he looked you in the eyes. You returned the gesture and hugged him, taking in his scent and letting him wrap his arms around you, making you feel safe in his embrace.

The next morning you woke up in your mate’s arms. You rolled over and looked at him. He woke up and smiled when he saw you. “Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“I did. Thank you. Did you sleep ok? Do you transform tonight?” You asked him. “I slept fine, my dear. I think I do transform tonight. Do you mind if I stay here tonight?” He asked.

After the lieutenant didn’t get the message the night before, Shouta comes to your tavern clearly in a fit of rage and slams his hands down on the bar. “You are leaving with me this time. It’s not safe for you here anymore. That Lieutenant is pushing his luck and making this island not safe for you. Pack your things we will leave in the morning.” He spoke. You stopped him and pulled him aside to talk. “How can you expect me to just uproot myself and leave on a ship with you? I need to arrange some things. Who would I give the tavern to? People are going to wonder where I’m going and why. I won’t leave just because some lieutenant is being a selfish jerk.” You spoke. Shouta sighed and thought for a moment. “I’ll keep my ship in the cove until the end of the week. I’m going to leave in the night with or without you.” He spoke before leaving the tavern. What you didn’t know was that the Lieutenant had heard the whole thing and creating a devious plan in his mind.

The end of the week came and you had made your mind. You wanted to leave. Escape the King’s guard that littered the island. You had given your tavern to your closest friend and packed your important items before leaving the Tavern to pause and turn back to take in the building. Letting tears fall down your face as all the memories you had here came flooding back, you had to gather all the courage within you to move your feet and head down the road, only the moonlight from the full moon above to light your path.

In the cove, The Lone Wolf and her crew were preparing to set sail for their next adventure. Shouta was pacing his quarters waiting for you to arrive with his first mate sitting with him. “She’s going to come, Captain. Let’s just hope that she isn’t going to get held up by something.” He spoke. “Or someone. That Lieutenant was staring her down as if she were a piece of meat that he was waiting to devour.” Shouta spoke and growled. He burst out of his quarters and walked across the deck and down the gangplank to the dock and up the path to clear his head and check and see if you were close. “Hey, Captain, where are you going?” One of the crew asked.

“I’m taking a walk and seeing if Y/N is even coming. Keep loading the supplies onto the boat. I’ll be back.” He spoke and trudged up the hill. He looked over the crest of the hill and saw you walking up the hill with your pack on your shoulder and a trunk on a makeshift type of cart you had been pulling all this way.

A wave of relief washed over his face when he saw you. he pulled you into his arms and held you close. “I thought you’d never come.” He spoke. “I almost didn’t come myself. But I thought it over and squared away the Tavern and my other belongings that didn’t fit into my sack or my trunk before I came. It came down to spending more than just a few days a month with you. I’d rather spend every moment of every day with you.”

You told him. He pulled away and smiled softly at you. He looked up to see a bayonet and the barrel of a musket staring him right in the eyes. “Move away from her and I won’t shoot you, filthy beast!” The lieutenant spoke.

Shouta pulled you behind him and growled. “She’s, MY mate. You don’t get to take her from me. I don’t care if you’re a part of the King’s Guard. You don’t get to take whomever you please just because you feel like it!” He spoke as his eyes began to glow. You watched as the guard kept his musket raised as Shouta began to transform. You watched in fear as the Lieutenant kept his gun trained on Shouta. “Don’t hurt him please!” You begged. “Why should I? He’s a monster.” The Guard told you. “I don’t care. He will be a better man than you will ever be.” You spoke. this enraged the lieutenant and he charged at you.

He was knocked out of the way by Shouta as he struggled to keep him down. “Go to the ship! Now!” He called to you. You were pulled out of your frozen state and you ran down the hill to the dock where The Lone Wolf was waiting to set sail.

You ran into Shouta’s first mate who caught you by the arms and helped you settle down. “Y/n, calm down. Where’s the Captain?” He asked. “He’s on the hill with the lieutenant. The Lieutenant has a gun and he’s already transformed. I don’t know what to do. The Lieutenant wants me but I’m with Shouta.” You explained. “Alright. Go down into the cargo hold and wait there. I know that’s not the best place you’d like to be right now. It’s the last place where that Lieutenant wouldn’t think to look for you. There is no way that any of us is going to let that scumbag get you.” He spoke and disembarked off the boat to go aid the captain in his struggle against the Lieutenant. You went down into the cargo hold and hid yourself between some barrels and crates, covering your mouth to try and suppress your sobs. You shut your eyes, only wanting to be safe in your mate’s arms, not wanting this to happen. You hated how entitled the King’s Guard was and how they thought they could have whatever they wanted. Your eyes shot open when you heard a gunshot followed by a pained wolf’s howl. Was Shouta injured? Was he even alive now? Your mind swirled with those thoughts as you had to use every ounce of your willpower to keep your body from running out onto the main deck and seeing what had happened to your mate. You glanced over at the stairs leading down into the cargo hold and saw a shadow begin to descend the stairs. You hid back between the barrels, calming your heart, hoping with every fiber of your being that the person entering the cargo hold wasn’t the Lieutenant. You felt something appear above you and you slowly looked up to see the piercing blue eyes of the lieutenant staring down at you.

“There you are. That noisy first mate was easy to break when he saw his Captain bleeding out.” He spoke then lunged at you. You ducked out of his reach and scrambled to your feet, racing to the stairs and onto the main deck, your vision was blurred until you stopped yourself at the port side of the deck and looked over to the dock where you saw the first mate bandaging a part of the captain’s right leg, was it his right leg? You didn’t know you just saw a trail of blood on the deck. Not noticing the Lieutenant coming up behind you. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you away from the side of the boat. You screamed which caught the attention the first mate and the captain who tried to stand up with the assistance of his partner. “Get away from her, Dabi!” The voice of the harbormaster sounded. You hadn’t noticed him there before now. You wondered where he had gone and why he only showed up now. The Lieutenant that you now knew was named Dabi only tightened his grip on you. “Now why should I do that? This poor girl has been harassed by that pirate down there and I’m only doing my duty by keeping her safe.” He spoke. You covered your mouth and nose to keep the stench of the rotten and burnt flesh that had been stitched to his normal flesh from penetrating your nostrils. As Dabi and the harbormaster argued back and forth. This gave you an opening. Taking the opportunity, you elbowed him in the gut and broke free from his grasp, running down the gangplank and into the arms of the captain. “Did he hurt you?” He asked as he looked you over. “No, I’m fine.” You reassured him. “Alright. Hizashi, take the others and get that scumbag off my ship. Do whatever you have to.” Shouta ordered. His first mate looked a little surprised and called a couple members of the crew to board the ship again to take down the Lieutenant. You helped Shouta to one of the crates still on the dock and checked his wound. “The bullet still must come out. If we don’t get to a doctor soon, we will have to cut it off before it becomes gangrene.” You spoke. “You speak of such mystery. Are you sure you aren’t a witch?” He asked with a hint of humor in his voice. You looked up at him with concern and kissed him gently. “There was a herbologist on our travels that we found and they gave me a potion that helps nullify the inner wolf when I’m in this state. Maybe we can go back to them to help with the bullet, unless you know how to remove it from my leg.” He spoke, now panting with the amount of pain he was in, trying to keep it from you. “I should know how to remove it.” You spoke before a loud yell came from the ship. You looked over and saw a yellow energy emitting from the first mate. You had to cover your ears from how loud the noise was and you pressed yourself into the captain.

“That’s Hizashi’s power, he can emit a strong noise using his voice. He can be a bit loud at times but his voice can come in handy when giving out orders in a storm.” He explained as he held you close. He stroked your hair when the noise subsided and you removed your hands from your ears. Looking up to the deck, Dabi was no where to be seen. You had a small bit of hope swell from within you as you held Shouta’s hands and stood up to see a couple members of The Lone Wolf’s crew tie up the Lieutenant and look to Shouta. “Put him in the brig and make sure he can’t use his flames.” He ordered. The crew nodded and carried the lieutenant down into the brig. Shouta carefully stood and hobbled with your assistance onto his boat and into his quarters. You laid him on his bed and checked his bandage again. It had soaked through. You began to panic a little as you searched for another form of a bandage, disinfectant, and sterile equipment.

“What do you need, my love?” He asked. “A new bandage, disinfectant, and sterile equipment.” You spoke. Shouta looked at you with confusion and you took a deep breath. “I need a strip of clean cloth, alcohol, something to pull the bullet out of your leg, and something to cauterize the wound.” You explained. Shouta nodded and signaled for someone to come inside for a moment. “Have someone bring some old cotton cloth, some of the clear alcohol we stored the last time we visited Recovery Girl, something to pull this damn bullet out of my leg, and have Hizashi bring Shoto here.” He ordered. The crew member nodded and ran off to find the items he had requested. You stayed by his side, not moving until Hizashi came to the room with Shoto in tow. He had hair with two colors, white on his right side and red on his left. Hizashi also had the items that you had requested in his arms. “What do you need, Captain?” Shoto asked.

“I need you to follow anything that Y/n needs, alright?”

“Yes sir. What do you need me to do?” He asked as he looked at you. “I need to pull out the bullet, clean the wound, and have you cauterize it. Then I will used the cloth to wrap it up.” You told him. He nodded and knelt to Shouta’s leg. “Alright. Shouta, this is going to hurt bad. Do you have something to bite down on?” You asked him. He nodded as Hizashi handed a piece of leather to him. He bit down on the leather and nodded to you. “Now I will pull out the bullet and clean the wound, Shouta, this is going to hurt like hell. Shoto, once I pull out the bullet, I will need you to cauterize the wound quickly as there will be a lot of bleeding. After that I will tie up the wound.” You explained. Shoto nodded and got ready to cauterize the wound. You grabbed the bottle of alcohol and doused the wound. Shouta screaming through the leather and tensing up his body. You hated hurting him but this had to be done so he wouldn’t lose the leg.

At least not tonight. You then used the knife that was brought to you to dig out the bullet. Once the chunk of metal was out of him, Shoto instantly used his flames on the wound, send out another scream from the Captain. You prepped the bandage and told Shoto to stop since the bleeding had also stopped pouring from his leg. You doused his wound with more alcohol before drying it and wrapping the leg with the piece of cloth you were given. You made sure the wrapping was tight before thanking Shoto and sending him out of the cabin as his services were no longer needed. You turned back to Shouta as he was pulling the leather out of his mouth and panting hard from the pain. He looked over to you and reached out for your hand. You let him take it and you bent over to kiss him.

“Thank you for your help, Y/n. I don’t want to ever feel that kind of pain again.” He spoke and kissed you gently. “You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help. We should set sail for that herbologist. Let us hope they know what to do.” You spoke as you stroked his hair. He smiled and pulled you in so he could cuddle you. You had him sit up gently and you sat behind him, having his head lay in your lap. “Can you help me out of my quarters so I may tell my crew that it’s time to set sail?” He asked. You agreed and helped him up and out of his room temporarily so he could give the orders for his crew to set sail and head for some far-off island that you had never heard of. After he gave the orders, you helped him back inside his quarters and into his bed. You stayed close to him as the gentle rocking of the ship on the waves lulled him to sleep.

You watched out the back windows of the ship looking at the hidden cove where The Lone Wolf had been in port slowly grow smaller and smaller, you kept watching well after the island had disappeared out of sight. Hizashi came to check on you soon after. “Y/n. It will be a day or two before we arrive to the herbologist. You should get your rest. You’ll need it.” He told you. You looked at him with tired eyes then looked back at Shouta who was out cold and breathing steadily.

“Alright. Is there a place you’d like for me to sleep?” You asked. “I think the Captain will like having you close and you should keep an eye on his leg just in case it gets swollen with fever.” He spoke with a soft smile. You yawned and laid down next to Shouta, quickly falling asleep, not noticing the first mate laying a blanket over the both of you.

~~~About two days later~~~ You were working about the ship, cleaning bandages of old blood and teaching the crew how to sterilize their equipment and how to make bandages from old sheets and how to clean them. You even taught the crew how to stitch up a wound and cover it properly. You were in the middle of teaching one of the younger members that you had learned that their name was Izuku and he was a friend of Shoto’s when some other members of the crew stood up, facing the Captain’s quarters. You too turned to see Shouta hobbling out on a makeshift crutch that someone had made from a spare piece of wood found in some corner of the ship. “We will be in port soon. Be ready to restock and spend a few days of leave here on the island. I don’t want to hear that any of you get drunk or fool around with one of the working women there, got it? I will be away for the time being so Present Mic will be in charge in my absence, you hear?” He spoke. The crew replied with a hearty “AYE” before heading off to their designated chores about the ship. Shouta walked over and saw what you were doing.

“When you’re done, you need to gather your things and be ready to leave with me when we get in port. You’re coming with me to the herbologist to help with my ‘ailment’.” He spoke in a serious tone. You nodded and finished up what you had been teaching Izuku and Shoto. You entered the Captains quarters and began gathering your things as you had seen the island’s shore grow closer. You felt the ship creak and groan under your feet as the crew prepared her to turn into port and dock at the nearby harbor with the help of the harbor’s crew. You hear the yells and calls of the crew communicating with one another as you grabbed your medical bag, rolls of bandages, and sets of tools that one of the girls down in the galley helped you make from her own power. You had found out that in the few short days that you had been on this ship that everyone in The Lone Wolf’s crew has some kind of supernatural ability. You found this interesting and learned about each power that you could wrap your mind around.

When you had finished collecting your things and fastening the bag, you waiting in the cabin where Shouta came in and smiled at you. “Are you ready, my love?” He asked as he cupped your cheek.

“Yes, Let’s hope that this “herbologist” of yours knows how to save a leg from infection.” You spoke as you kissed him gently. He looked at you confused. “What’s an ‘infection’?” He asked as he followed you out of the cabin.

“Its when bad sickness sets into a wound like the one in your leg.” You spoke as you followed him up to the aft deck where someone who looked to be made from rock was steering the ship. Shouta went to the side of the deck where he could watch over the operations of The Lone Wolf head into port play out.

Once The Lone Wolf had settled and the crew were taking inventory, Shouta led you off the boat with Hizashi right behind you both. You didn’t question this fact as the three of you went through town, going to the outskirts and finding a little hut with an open room attacked to the side where a short woman with a wooden stick through her hair was hobbling around with her cane. Hizashi helped Shouta up the steps and to her door.

“Thank you, young girl. Who might you be?” She asked. “I’m Y/n. Captain Shouta’s mate and the one that tied up the bullet wound on his leg. Shoto cauterized his wound to help prevent bleeding and I did the rest.” You told her. The woman looked at your handiwork and was impressed. “You did very good for using materials on a ship. But I’m seeing a small bit of infection that has set into the flesh. I will give him an antibiotic and you shall stay here for the time being.” She spoke. “Maybe I can be of assistance. I know my way around an infirmary.” You offered. “That will be nice. As I am older, I cannot move around as easily. Your help will be greatly appreciated.” She spoke. “What is your name I might ask?” You asked her. “You can call me Recovery Girl.” She responded.

“Thank you, Recovery Girl for helping him. Now where go you keep some of your herbs? I can get started on the antibiotic.” You said as you got up and went into the storage area where there were many jars and containers of herbs and spices. “In the pantry. Look for the garlic, turmeric, honey, and onion. It sounds like an awful blend but it will draw out that infection like a mosquito draws out blood.” She explained as she prepared to inspect his wound. You dug around the cabinets until you found all the right herbs and set them on the counter. “How do you want me to prepare it?” You asked. “Cut up the garlic and onions and mix them into the honey along with the turmeric until its like a paste. Then bring it over here and I’ll apply it to the wound.” She instructed. You did as you were told and brought the salve over to her. She had you take the rest of the bandage off his leg and she showed you how to apply the salve to his leg. Shouta winced as the nutrients of the salve began to seep into his flesh and kill off any remaining infection that might have snuck in past the cauterization. Recovery girl brought you more clean bandages to wrap up the wound again when the salve had been applied. You wrapped up his leg gently then kissed him on the head. You took the soiled bandages and asked where you might be able to clean them. The older lady took you to a gentle river where she would do her laundry and clean any soiled linens she might have from her patients.

“Can’t we find out what’s making him sick instead of taking his leg? You were the one that gave him the potion that tames his wolf side. Aren’t werewolves allergic to silver?” You asked. As you looked at your mate and noticed how pale he looked. Paler than he normally did. His dark eyes dart up to meet yours and you looked away. “Yes. Werewolves are allergic to silver. I’ve seen the creatures be shot down by a silver bullet. If our speculations are correct, the bullet he was shot with was made out of silver. Do you still have the bullet, my dear?” Recovery Girl asked. Your hand went into one of your apron pockets and pulled out the bloodied bullet and showed her. “Grab one of the lemons off of the shelf, dear and use it’s juice on the bullet. If the juice turned a shade of dark red, its pure silver. If its brown or green then its only covered in silver.” Recovery Girl instructed as you grabbed a lemon and cut it in half. You then squeezed the juice over the bullet and watched as it bubbled and foamed. Your heart sank as the foam turned a sickly shade of dark red. “Cut his leg off. the bullet is silver.” You spoke. Hizashi heard what you had said and entered the storage and preparation part of the infirmary that you and Recovery Girl were in. “What do you mean ‘cut my leg off?’ Why does my leg have to be cut off?” Shouta asked. “There is no time to explain. Where is a sedative and your surgical tools, Recovery Girl?” You asked as you headed to another part of the pantry. Recovery Girl pointed out where the items were and you gathered them. Hizashi followed you, repeating the Captain’s question. “Dabi used a silver bullet and if we don’t cut his leg off, Shouta will die. I need you to hold him down and administer the sedative to him.” You explained and handed him a cloth and a bottle that had the label ‘chloroform.’ “This will knock him out so we can remove the poisoned part of his leg and bandage it up and let it heal. We can hopefully find him a replacement down in the town.” You explained as you began to boil some water to sterilize the knife and saw that would be used to cut the leg off.

“If I remember right, there is a wood worker in the town that should be able to make a new leg for me to use.” Shouta spoke. “We will figure that out later. For now, you need to be knocked out. Unless you want to feel the pain of the knife and saw cutting through your flesh and bone.” You told him as you sterilized the bone saw. “I think a nap would be a good idea.” He spoke. Hizashi then administered the chloroform and within a matter of minutes, Shouta was out cold. “You might want to take a walk as this will take a while and it will be unsightly.” You advised the first mate. He nodded and left the infirmary, taking a walk through the woods as you made the first incision.

~~~A few hours later~~~

You were stitching up the last of the wound when Shouta began to come out of the anesthesia. You numbed the area and watched as he woke up slowly. It was about this time that Hizashi came back from his walk, having found a wood worker in town that would be willing make a prosthetic for Shouta.

You prepared a glass of water and some bread for Shouta to eat when he was fully out of the drug. You heard him grumble and try to sit up quickly.

“No. That’s normal. I’ve read that some of the doctors back in England are calling what you’re feeling “Phantom sensation.” There be some itching or tickling feeling which is normal as well. I advise that you don’t scratch where the stiches are as that can cause them to come undone. I must wrap them up with some bandages but I thought I’d see how you’re doing.” You told him. He nodded and sat up slowly. You handed him the cup of water which he took and sipped at it before setting the cup down and laying back down.

“I’m doing alright. Thank you for asking.” He spoke as you wrapped a clean strip of cloth around his leg.

“He will never touch you again. We can sail on the seas for eternity.” He spoke and hugged you gently. You cuddled into his chest and took in his scent which still smelled like the salty sea and freshly brewed coffee. That is when you broke down sobbing, clinging to his shirt and not wanting to let go. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Why are you crying now?” He asked as he made you look up at him. “All of the stress that I’ve been through, not seeing you for a full month, the lieutenant pinning me in the alleyway before you saved me, him holding me hostage as he held you at gunpoint, having to remove your leg. Its all been too much and I’ve had to keep my emotions to myself as I didn’t want to worry you or Hizashi or Recovery Girl.” You explained. “Don’t worry about that now. I’m still here. Not all of me is here but I think the important parts are still here, my love. I’m not going anywhere for a while. Its my turn to care for you while we are here, okay? Right now I just want for you just let it all out, okay?” He told you. You nodded and cried more, letting your body shake with sobs as tears streamed down your face. Shouta rubbed your back and reassured you that everything would be fine. He even told you that Hizashi had gone into the town to find someone that would make a wooden prosthetic leg for him. It was just a matter of transporting him to the prosthetic maker in the town so he could take his measurements. This made you relax a bit and stop crying so he could wipe the tears from your eyes. You mentioned that the chef in the ship’s galley could carry him to the prosthetist. He didn’t like the idea at first but he eventually warmed up to the idea. You called Hizashi over to send a message for the chef to come up and help the captain out. The first mate was in the process of having a meal with the healer so things would have to wait until they were done eating.

Once the meal had been eaten, Hizashi ran quickly to The Lone Wolf to inform the chef of the situation and have him come up to the healer’s hut to carry the captain down to the town. Soon, you, the captain, and the first mate were all in the prosthetist’s clinic. You were looking at all the examples of the different kinds of artificial limbs there were. You didn’t know that there would be so many or even if something like this was available to Shouta at this time. You had read about pirates sporting a wooden peg leg in fantasy stories that you read as a child but you knew that Shouta wouldn’t go for the traditional prosthetic that other pirates had. He would want a leg that would resemble one closer to the leg that he lost. You kept looking around the clinic as the doctor got Shouta’s measurements and told him that the making of the leg would be about a week or so and he asked if Shouta’s ship would be able to stay in port for that time. He agreed and would let his crew know that they would be staying in the area for a while longer and that they would be able to have some shore time while they were stuck in port. There was a hospital in the town that The Lone Wolf’s crew would be able to stay at or they would be able to stay on the ship if they wished. With that, the Chef assisted the captain to the nearby hotel where he would be staying with you in one room and his first mate would be going back to the ship to deliver the news and stay on the ship there. The chef was happy to be able to try out the different delicacies of the area and possibly try some of the foods out on the crew to see if they liked them. Once you and the Captain were settled in a room in the hotel, the Chef left to investigate any of the local vendors and the local market for any exotic foods that he’d like to try. You were glad to finally be alone with your mate as you had felt your core waken after you had wrapped up his leg back at the Healer’s hut.

Shouta’s dark eyes looked over to you as you laid yourself out on the bed and groaned in relief.

“Are you alright love?” You heard him ask. “Yes. I’m alright.” You responded. “Your scent says otherwise.” He told you as he propped himself up with one of his elbows. You glanced over at him and he gave you one of his alluring smiles that you knew had made other ladies swoon. You felt your face heat up and you hid your face in your pillow.

“I can tell you’re in heat, my love. I am here to help you if you want me to.” He offered. You relaxed and sat up slowly. “I wouldn’t mind. Its been a month since we shared a bed together and you claimed me as your own. I noticed the other day that the marks had been fading.” You told him. His eyes met yours and he nodded. “Alright. What do you need help with?” He asked. You looked around the room. “All I know is that my core is aching and I want the pain of the ache to go away.” You responded. He held your hand and pulled you closer to him. “I’ll help you with that stubborn ache of yours. Just lay down and let me repay you for all the care you’ve given me these past few weeks, my love.” He told you and helped guide you to lay back down on the bed.

He kissed your neck gently and bit down where the mark was faded and made it new again. He then cared for you and your heat, sliding into you and thrusting back and forth, in and out, over and over, hitting that one spot that made you see stars until the both of you came and fell limp against each other, catching your breath before beginning the next round of intimate love making.

When the week had passed, Shouta had been alerted as to his prosthetic leg being finished and being called in to have the leg fitted to him and have him learn how to walk with it. The Prosthetist attached the leg to his appendage and helped him stand to his feet. He wobbled for a bit and cursed under his breath as he had to hold onto the wall for a while to adjust to the usage of the leg. The Prosthetist suggested that he use a type of cane so he could walk on the decks of the ship with ease and showed him a few samples of canes that he sold within his shop. The captain picked one out and paid for the leg and the cane, thanking the man and walking out of the shop on his own for the first time in a while. He walked to the ship and boarded the vessel, now addressing his crew as they all had surrounded him when he came aboard. They welcomed him back and asked him questions about the leg and how it felt. He reassured him that he was still fit to be their captain even though he had to have assistance from a cane. He stood proud in front of his crew, with you next to him, beginning to give out orders to get the ship on way to the next place and to the next adventure.

The End.

#bnha #bnha aizawa #bnha omegaverse #mha #admin writes #bnha present mic #hizashi yamada #mha aizawa #mha present mic #mha eraserhead

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priincebutt · 3 months

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Nico!!! hello dear here's my request for the heart kiss thing

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy - liam/pez plz

send me a kiss, get a snippet

Liam loves the post-rodeo high. There’s something about the adrenaline rush of bull riding, feeling like you’re unstoppable and on top of the fucking world, that just leaves him spinning out after all of the events are over. He knows he should be exhausted – bull riding is a physical sport that leaves him sore and hurting for days after he competes, but it’s still the day of, and the pain hasn’t set in yet. So instead of sleeping, like he should be doing, he’s at the damn bar, fingers wrapped around a bottle of Coors light, listening with a wince on his face as some girl in a floral dress attempts to sing Carrie Underwood’s Before He Cheats on the mic provided for karaoke.

It’s not well known, but at the end of the day on Fridays at the Denver National Stock Show, down in the underbelly of the arena by the corralled cattle and sleeping horses, a karaoke bar pops up for those in the know, or those lucky enough to stumble upon it when they’re trying to find the parking lot. There’s probably thirty people in street clothes present, and a handful of riders like himself, and everyone seems tipsy enough. Hell, Liam’s on his third beer, and while he’s not drunk he’s definitely feeling the effects. The warmth coursing through him is lush, and he sips at the cool beer as his eyes scan the crowd, looking for anyone he knows or some one interesting enough to strike up a conversation with.

His boredom is relieved when a man in a fringed pink leather jacket sets an empty glass down on the bar beside Liam, orders a whiskey neat, and turns, letting his gaze rove from Liam’s worn, dusty boots up to the cowboy hat that sits atop his head at a minor tilt. He’s not subtle in his looking, and his full lips part in an easy smile as he leans against the bar, folds his arms over his chest and nods approvingly.

“See something you like?” Liam drawls, his Texas accent thick thanks to the beer. He’s never been subtle in who he loves, and while being a gay bull rider hasn’t been easy by any means, it’s worth fighting for who he is. He can’t imagine hiding himself away.

The man’s grin only widens, and he accepts the whiskey and stops the bartender. “What’s your shooter of choice?” He asks Liam. One of Liam’s eyebrows go up, and he steps in a little closer, intrigued.

“Tequila with salt and a lime.”

“You heard the man,” his companion chuckles darkly. “Two tequilas, though I might regret this in the morning.”

The bartender delivers the shots, and they clink their glasses together before licking the salt rim, downing the shot, then sucking on the lime. Liam manages to get the liquor down without wincing, and his new friend does the same, his features smooth as he then sips his whiskey like this is all in a day’s work. “I’m Percy,” he extends a hand, his fringe swishing at the motion, and Liam grins and accepts, shaking his warm hand fondly and nodding. “Liam,” he offers as he sips his beer to chase down the fire of the tequila.

“I knew you were gay,” Percy says as his head tilts and he looks up at Liam, who has a good few inches on him even in his shiny black heeled cowboy boots.

One of Liam’s brows arch, and he keeps his features schooled into neutrality at the statement. “What gave me away?”

“Well, you were the only cowboy wearing a pink shirt,” Percy says with a shrug. “And I just… knew. Sometimes you just know things, and it’s always a sweet victory when you’re right. Because you’re extremely hot, and I’m very glad I’ve run into you down at this little bar.”

Liam’s feeling bold thanks to the tequila. The shot is like liquid courage through his veins, and he crowds into Percy’s space, unthinking about the very real possibility that this virtual stranger might want nothing more to do with him than to say he met a bull rider and be on his way. “Well good thing for me you’re also hot,” Liam says as he finishes his beer and sets the empty bottle back on the bar. Percy’s looking up at him through his lashes now, in a way that has Liam absolutely losing it because it’s been a while since he’s gotten lucky and he thinks tonight just might be the night for it. “Do you want to come back to my hotel?” He asks, voice husky, emboldened by the look Percy’s giving him and the liquor.

There is no answer – Percy surges up on his toes and pulls him in by the collar. Their lips meet and Liam sighs into it, lets himself melt into this man he hardly knows, kisses him like there might not be a tomorrow. Percy is soft and pliant against him, and he tastes like smoky whiskey on a warm Texas night. He tastes like home, and Liam thinks he might go feral for it.

Liam pulls back, a lopsided grin on his lips, one hand at Percy’s waist and the other steadying them against the bar. “I take it that’s a yes?”

“Oh, that’s a fuck yes.”

#featuring bull rider liam and very into it pez #red white and royal blue #kiss snippets #my writing

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rainbowcaleb · 1 year

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Exit: Pursued by a Clown

“Well. It’s something.” Beau is tilting her head far more sideways than most people should be able to move and stay upright.

“But what does that mean, Beau?” Jester makes her name stretch four syllables. “Veth just bugged her eyes out and ran away. Caleb did the eyebrow thing. Essek went all ‘I refuse to be involved’ which is so totally unhelpful.”

“Can I open my eyes yet.” Fjord asks, somewhat muffled.

“No.” Beau and Jester snap back at the same time.

“Before I, uh, say any of my thoughts, why don’t you walk me through what you were… aiming to do here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Jester’s deflation is clear in her voice.

“No, no no, I’m just, you know, not as artistically minded as you, maybe I’m missing something.”

“We-eelllll.” Jester skips around Fjord in a circle, not the easiest feat in the current circumstance. “It’s all the rage in theater, Mama tells me all the trends you see, to transform big important events for a stage! History, but like entertaining. No book reading necessary.”

“Sure, I’m following so far, although I gotta give some credit to books, the Soul’s collection is–”

“Okay, okay, okay. So I thought you know what is so perfect? Us!”

Beau opens her mouth. Then closes it.

“The Mighty Nein are like, the big history changers but no one knows who we are. So of course, duh, a stage show would be the best way to tour our tale all around Exandria!”

Beau glances back at Fjord and it is only the years of physical training that keep her from laughing. “And where does he come into this?”

“I needed a model, to show the potential of the show!” Jester waves her arms at Fjord. “Tadah! I think he looks amazing, totally show stopping, we could send him around and I know there’d be a bidding war on who gets the rights to stage our musical!”

“Wait, you didn’t say this would be a music-”

“Shh, Fjord save your voice.” Jester pats his head, almost squishing down his hat and wig. “He’s the fearless captain, our leader. That’s why his hat is so big, and his shoulders so wide, and feather so bright, and–”

“The makeup, Jester, walk me through that.”

“Oh, that’s just how theater makeup works.”

Beau highly doubts that, but knows better than to ask for details at this point. It is as they say; the paint is dry, no changing minds now.

“Jester, please can I see a mirror? This is itching something fierce.” Fjord raises his ruffled lace arm and goes to scratch his nose. Jester smacks his hand back down.

“Fiiiine, I’ll get you a mirror. Stay. Right. There.” She kisses Fjord on the hat, not risking to move the makeup, and skips off. Beau hurries to follow.

A safe distance away, the red and blue and green form of Fjord smaller in the distance, Beau bumps against Jester’s shoulder.

“Hey, so, this is a joke on Fjord right? He looks like a clown.”

Jester grins, little fang showing above her lip. “Noooo, I think he looks very handsome, very distinguished like this.”

#fjord isn’t allowed any dignity. not when the prompt I was given was clown (note no jumpscares here!)#critical role #beauregard lionett #jester lavorre #mighty Nein #fjord stone #critical role fic #plz don’t let this post flop when I know many of us have clown blacklisted on tumblr lol #I promise this isn’t a horror mention and it’s not really describe only alluded #my fic #Friday funnies

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stickers-on-a-laptop · 5 months

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Story Ask: I would like a 1,000 word Zenkaiger fanfic about the team encountering a MOTW who is based on Gunman World ( a world from Go-Onger that is basically the wild west ).

"Okay, is it just me, or is there a lot more people with cowboy hats than usual?" Flint asked Magine, the two of them heading towards Colorful after deciding to grab brunch at a new cafe.

A nearby clock struck the first chime of noon, and a wind blew in the streets of Tokyo.

"Where'd the tumbleweeds come from?" Flint asked, before grabbing Magine and pointing up towards a rooftop.

"HIGH NOON, YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, BANG BANG!"

"Nu nu nu, not another World to fight!" Magine said, reaching for her Geartlinger.

The clock stopped ringing, and everyone in a cowboy hat reached for a gun, looking terrified as they did so.

"Flint, I need you to get all those guns!" Magine said.

"On it!"

"Change Zenkai!"

As Magine transformed, Flint stole every single gun from everyone in the area, at a speed Magine would have expected her to need a suit or gear for.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BANG BANG? IT IS TIME FOR A DUEL! FOR I AM GUNMAN WORLD, BANG BANG!"

"Nu nu nu no it's not!" Magine called, using her broom to call forth a lightning strike, hitting Gunman World right on the decal of his cowboy hat and sending him reeling.

"Nice shot, Magine!" Kaito said, running in with the rest of the Kikainoids right behind him. "CHANGE ZENKAI!"

Everyone ran towards Gunman World, Flint using all the guns she had collected to help, although the bullets were doing little damage against it, all of them the purest shade of silver.

"Man, maybe I should keep some of these," Flint whistled as she grabbed the next two. "They handle beautifully."

"Keep some for me two," Zox sang as he swung in, grabbing some from the pile to help.

"Aniki!"

She tackled him before Gunman World could shoot him, the shot going above both their heads.

"Thanks, Flint," Zox said, watching Gunman World carefully.

"IF YOU WANT TO DEFEAT ME, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO DEFEAT ME IN A DUEL! I WILL SEE YOU TOMORROW AT HIGH NOON, BANG BANG!" Gunman World announced before disappearing in a cloud of dust, right as Vroon and Gaon were about to land hits on him.

"A duel?" chorused the Zenkaigers that weren't groaning in pain.

---

"If it's a duel, shouldn't it be Zox?" Zyuran asked as they all made their way to Colorful, having checked that all the people involved in the duels were unhurt. "Kid's the best shot."

"Not SD World, so I'll leave it to you guys," Zox replied with a shrug, a line dropping so that he could go back to his ship.

"What about Flint?" Magine suggested. "Her aim is terrific!"

"What? Me?"

"That's a great idea!" Kaito said, putting an arm around the pirate girl. "Would you, Flint-chan?"

Flint considered it and grinned. "Sure, but you're going to owe me!"

Vroon tilted his head. "Owe you what?"

Flint's grin grew bigger.

---

It was high noon, and the quarry was quiet except for the sound of the wind.

Flint came in, her head adorned with a pink cowboy hat that had sequins the same color as her shirt, and several more gun holsters than usual around her waist.

"I HOPE YOU ARE READY TO LOSE, FOR NO ONE WINS AGAINST ME, GUNMAN WORLD!"

"We'll see about that!" Flint said, bringing out one gun and twirling it on her finger.

The two of them circled each other, watching every move, as the other, hidden Zenkaigers held their breath.

Guns were drawn, and two shots rang out, sending up dust.

"Who won, do you think?" Gaon asked, hanging on to Kaito.

The dust settled, and Flint had two guns drawn, both smoking slightly, as Gunman World fell over in slow motion.

The Zenkaigers ran over, Magine fussing over Flint as Zyuran wondered if Flint had done the duel fairly.

"Ah ah ah, you asked me to duel, not duel fairly. I am a PIRATE, or did you forget that fact?" Flint scolded. "Besides, I defeated it, so who cares?"

"Well, no, isn't it usually considered defeated after we get in our mecha forms?" Vroon asked, right as the usual events happened to make Gunman World turn huge.

"You just HAD to say something, didn't you?" Flint muttered, getting out of the way so the robos could be formed.

It wasn't a very long fight, Flint checking all the guns she had acquired as she waited for it to be over, humming as she did so, ignoring the sounds of explosions and whatnot.

Unfortunately, all of the guns faded when Gunman World was liberated, which was annoying, so she made a note to visit it once her brothers were back in their usual forms. They were some really nice guns.

"Thanks for helping us, Flint-chan!" Kaito said as they came over, everyone back in their usual forms.

"Don't forget, you owe me twenty free meals! All of you! So that's over one hundred of them!"

"Let's go get you one right now, then!" Kaito said cheerfully. "Oh, hello Stacey! Do you want to go get a meal with us?"

"What? No! I was checking to see if Gunman World had actually done his job, which he didn't!"

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

Kaito pouted, but brightened when Zox came down from his ship, having been hanging out in the outskirts of the quarry, just in case.

"Zox, we're taking Flint to a meal, did you want to come?"

"I'd love two!"

"They owe me so much," Flint bragged. "You could have had all these free meals, Aniki!"

Zox shrugged, although Flint could tell he was cursing the fact. She grinned and ran over to Magine, jumping on her back, startling the pink Kikainoid.

"Nu nu nu?? Oh, Flint, where did you want to go?"

"Hmmmmm….let's have Italian!"

Zyuran snorted. "You're going to try and get us to give you the most expensive meals, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah, duh! You're welcome, by the way!"

"Thanks, Flint-chan!"

"Yeah, thanks!"

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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This evening has been so very nice

AN: Hello folks! After the chaos of Kinktober I’ve been taking a little break, but also working on this for the Thot Neighbourhood Discord Server Secret Santa.

I drew @yarnforbrains - I hope you enjoy this, my darling Dani. This is my first time writing for the Moon Knight boys, so I hope I did them justice.

My prompts were Winter Wonderland, Lyrics from 'Baby it's cold outside' and a picture from a German Christmas Market.

NB- I have no experience with people with DID, but did a load of reading from this website

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans, Spanish help from @aquariusbarnes

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Moodboard by me

Masterlist

Relationships: Steven Grant x plus sized Reader, Marc Spector x plus sized Reader and Jake Lockley x plus sized Reader

Word count: 4k

CW: Fluff, drinking, PDA, explicit sexual content (Oral - F receiving, Rough PinV sex, unprotected sex, cum eating), swearing.

You hurried through the dark streets, your scarf flapping around your neck and your bobble hat pulled down tight on your head. As much as you loved this time of year, sometimes the cold got too much, even for you. However, you could almost feel the Christmas cheer seeping into you as you neared your destination, and therefore your boyfriend. Or was it boyfriends? You’d admit you still had a lot to learn about dating multiple members of a DID system.

The lights ahead of you were bright and you couldn’t help but smile as you walked into the hubbub of the German Christmas themed farmer’s market. Alongside the usual stalls selling honey, vegetables and homemade items there were gaily decorated huts selling mulled wines and ciders, strong german beers, bratwurst and an array of sweet treats. Lights were strung everywhere, carols played over speakers and children squealed as they went round and round on the vintage style carousel. You felt as though you’d stepped into a winter wonderland.

You turned in a circle, taking it all in, but also trying to find your boyfriend in the crowd, a near impossible feat it seemed. Pulling out your phone, you checked your messages, but there wasn’t a new one indicating where you should meet. With a small huff, you decided he could come to you. However, just as you were about to press send on your message for him to meet you in front of the singing moose, a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind.

“Oi-oi, saveloy!”

You spun around with a squeal and threw your arms around his neck.

“Steven!”

You were happy to see the mild mannered alter. He was always so sweet to you. You pressed a kiss to his lips and smiled as a blush made its way up his neck and onto his cheeks. He got embarrassed easily with public displays of affection stronger than hand holding. It was cute.

“So you’re my date this evening then?”

“Yes. Well at the moment, anyhow. The lads and I had a chat and divvied up the night, so to speak…” He stopped speaking suddenly, looking at you earnestly, head tilted slightly to the side. “ I mean, if that’s okay with you?”

You beamed at him, cupping his face and rubbing your nose against his.

“It sounds great. Now, where are we off to first?” Steven twined your fingers together, kissed your knuckles and with a smile dragged you towards the carousel.The pair of you laughed and squealed just like the children from earlier as you bobbed up and down on your horses as the ride spun round and round.The cheerful organ music reminded you of the Christmas’ of your childhood, but the thing that made you giggle the most was Steven trying to get on and then off his horse, sliding on the smooth surface. He was adorably clumsy sometimes.

After the carousel you walked around the food stalls, your head leaning on Steven’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne. There was more laughter between you as you both chose foot long german sausages that hung out of the bun at each end, setting off immature fits of giggles from you both. It was impractical to eat them as you walked, so you managed to find a space in one of the market shelters, set up with trash cans and perching stools.

You both chatted about your days as you ate, taking it in turns to lean over and wipe mustard and ketchup off each other’s cheeks. When you sucked a bit of sauce off your thumb you saw a flash in his eye, which made you smile even more. While Steven looked quiet and demure from the outside, you knew how he could get if the mood took him. Although, that flash could easily have been either Marc or Jake coming briefly to the surface.

Napkins and cardboard trays thrown in the trash, you grabbed Steven’s hand.

“Let’s look at the stalls. I saw some cute wooden ornaments, and some snow globes.”

“Whatever you want, babes. Your wish is my command.” He made a dramatic bow in front of you, like a fairy tale prince, and you giggled once again. You didn’t know what you’d done to deserve such a handsome, sweet guy like Steven, but you thanked the universe daily.

After some retail therapy, where you’d managed to pick up a few gifts for family members, Steven steered you towards the sideshows.

“I’m sure you’ll have fun and excel at these, babes, but they’re not really my forte. Hate to love you and leave you.” He leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, in a soft and sweet kiss.

When the pressure against your mouth hardened slightly, becoming less sweet and more spicy, you knew that Marc had made his appearance.

Stepping back, you looked up into his eyes. Marc was ‘harder’ around the edges than Steven. He stood straighter, with more confidence in both his body and expression. Reaching into the inner pocket of his coat, he pulled out a baseball cap and set it atop his head, before sliding his arms around your waist and smiling down at you.

“Hey, baby. Have fun with Steven?”

“Yes, thank you. I’m all shopped out and full of hotdog, but if you wanted to win me the giant teddy bear, I wouldn’t say no.”

“Consider it won, Angel.”

He led you over to one of the stalls, a shooting game with battered bb rifles chained to the counter. The targets, bobbing up and down, and moving side to side at the back, were elves peeking out of boxes and reindeer flying across the sky. There were even a pair of black boots moving up and down out of a fake chimney.

Handing over some cash to the stall owner, Marc picked up one of the rifles with cocky assurance, flashing you a grin, before tucking the stock up against his shoulder. He watched the motion of the targets for a few moments, getting a feel for the pattern and speed. With a squeeze of the trigger a spherical piece of metal flew across the space and landed with a ‘thunk’... three inches to the right of the target. You tried, and failed, to suppress a giggle as Marc scowled, looking over the rifle with a huff. Then, without a word, he raised it up again and let of a series of shots across the target area, the chimes of metal hitting metal ringing out one after the other, much to the frustration of the stall holder. You squealed and bounced on your toes as the massive polar bear wearing a santa hat was begrudgingly handed over. Leaning across the huge stuffy, you pressed kisses all over Marc’s cheeks and lips.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

His arms went around your waist and he spun you around until you were both dizzy and laughing, uncaring about the spectacle you were creating. Eventually Marc slowed you down and pulled you into a short, but deep, kiss that left you both breathless.

“Come on, Angel. Let’s check out the other games.”

The pair of you laughed as you played ‘hook a duck’, then skeeball and then failed abysmally at the ring toss.

“I’m sure it’s rigged,” Marc grumbled. You silently agreed with him. It was unlikely that your highly trained boyfriend couldn’t beat a fair version. “Let’s go sit and get a drink instead. I think there’s a mulled wine and cider shack around the corner.”

“There’s an idea I can get behind. Lead the way, my Prince of sideshows.”

The temperature had dropped over the last hour and you could feel the cold burning at your nose and cheeks, so when the pair of you made your way into the brightly lit, wooden bar, you let out a sigh of relief. The small space was crowded with other market patrons and you were grateful for Marc’s presence, as you squeezed through the press of bodies, along with your bear and shopping bags, to get to a small table in the corner.

“Sit tight, sweetheart and I’ll be back.”

The smile he flashed you made your heart jump and your core pulse. As you watched him walk off to the bar, unashamedly watching his ass inside his slacks, an electronic squeal caught your attention. In the other corner of the bar was a small raised stage, with a couple of microphones, speakers and a large monitor; a karaoke set up. A pair of giggling blonde girls were making their way up onto the dais, talking to the man who appeared to be in charge. What occurred next was what could only be described as two cats screeching along to the backing track of Whitney Houston’s ‘I’m Every Woman’. Marc returned to your table part way through the rendition, placing the steaming glass mug in front of you, the red, fragrant liquid with bits of orange peel floating in it, sloshing gently. You cupped it in your hands, warming them on it and inhaling the heady scent of red wine, spices and citrus.

Marc’s foot toyed with yours under the table, and despite the caterwauling you could feel the romance. You were so lucky that you’d been able form such strong relationships with both of Marc’s main alters. It made all your lives much easier, having those connections, with none of them feeling guilty if they appeared unplanned; you loved them all equally.

The atmosphere, and the second cup of wine, lulled you into relaxation and you knew you had a dopey, slightly buzzed look on your face. You pulled his hand across the table, turning it so it was palm up. With your index finger you started to trace patterns across his skin.

“Marc…” You let out a dramatic, needy whine. A wry smile spread on his face as he looked at you.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Come sing with me. I wanna do karaoke. We’d be so much better than these guys.”

He rolled his eyes, but you knew he’d say yes. He always indulged you, and you weren’t above taking advantage of that once in a while.

His hand tightened on yours and pulled you to your feet.

“Come on then - do you know which song you want to do?”

You nodded in reply, your lower lip pulled between your teeth, as you both made your way to the stage. As Marc sorted out the microphones you gave your song request to the DJ. With your performance confirmed you moved to stand next to Marc, taking one of the microphones from him and looping your free arm through his. The short piano intro played and you saw a smile of recognition on your boyfriend’s face, before you breathily sung your first line.

“I really can’t stay…”

Marc didn’t miss a beat before leaning towards you, crooning.

“But, Baby, it’s cold outside…”

“I’ve got to go away…”

“But, Baby it’s cold outside…”

His voice was deep and velvety, a soft caress across your soul. His eyes bored into yours, and you were helpless to look away as you sang to each other. You weren’t sure when it happened, but at some point during the song the playful lightness decreased and the banked heat between you began to rise. When your voices came together in a final, synchronous crescendo you didn’t know if your racing heartbeat was due to the unaccustomed effort of singing or because your mind was already imagining all the things that Marc would do to you when you got back to your apartment. You didn’t notice the applause and cheers from the audience in the wine shack, because all there was was Marc, the way his arm was around your waist, his eyes locked on yours, his breath warm on your lips…

The world lurched as he dipped you, pressing his mouth to yours and kissing you with unreserved passion. You returned the kiss, forgetting for a moment that you were in public, and not in either of your apartments. However, before you could embarrass yourself any further, Marc pulled back, his dark eyes filled with lust. Whoops and hollers surrounded you, but you just blinked at him, slightly dazed.

“Let’s get outta here, Angel. I’ll just get your bags.” Marc dashed away to collect your things from the table, and you passed the microphones back to the grinning DJ, your face heated. You were glad for the warmth flooding your body as you stepped back out into the cold air, Marc holding your bags and with his body almost pressed up against your back. You quickly re-wrapped your scarf and jammed your hat on your head, before grabbing one of the bags from Marc so you could slip your hand in his. He grinned, a devilish smile lighting up his face before he practically dragged you out of the market and towards the main road.

With a shrill whistle, which pierced the night air like a stiletto knife, he’d hailed a cab and hustled you inside it. He rattled off your address to the cabby, and then he was kissing you again. The bags and the teddy were jammed against your legs, and your big coat, scarf and hat were getting in the way, but you didn’t care. You didn’t recall much of the ride, nor getting through your door, other than the rush to shed your outer clothes and kick off your shoes. You did register the moment your back bounced off the hallway wall as Marc steered you down it towards your bedroom, as you chuckled into his kiss and he growled back comically.

You both fell to the bed in a tangle, but working together to remove all and any clothes between you. You moaned as Marc’s lips fastened over one of your nipples, sucking the swollen flesh in to his mouth. At the same time one of his hands roamed over your soft body, stroking you and slowly making his way between your thighs.

Those deft fingers found their way without hesitation between your folds, spreading your wetness before teasing your clit into a firm peak. He teased it mercilessly, stroking and caressing it, giving it light pinches that made lightning dart across your vision, as his mouth swapped between your lush breasts, worshipping them.

“Marc!” You cried out his name as a plea, a plea for more. He lifted his head and you looked at him, glassy eyed, taking in the mess of his hair where you’d been gripping it without realising. He grinned once more, travelling down your body.

His lips kissed, sucked and nipped at your skin, leaving small marks in their wake. He saved the strongest bite for when he reached your hip. You’d realised early on in your relationship that it was one of Marc’s particular quirks; he loved the softness of your hips. How when he gripped them your flesh spilt between his fingers. How they held the evidence of his passion for you. He loved to decorate them with bite marks, finger marks, hickeys. When Stephen saw the mottled blemishes he’d stroke them gently and ask if you wanted him to apply ointment. When Jake saw them he’d just snort knowingly and grin.

When your lover was level with the apex of your plump thighs, the hand that had been teasing you left you so he could push your legs further apart, hooking your knees over his shoulders. Without preamble he fastened his lips to your core, drinking from it as though you alone could slake his thirst. He pulled moans and cries from your throat as you fisted the sheets, already hurtling towards your orgasm. His fingers joined his mouth and tongue, delving into your wet heat, stroking you, stretching you. Shivers raced over your heated skin, the way you were dragging air into your lungs leaving you dizzy. The force of Marc’s lovemaking never failed to leave you startled.

You came with a scream, open-mouthed and uninhibited, uncaring that Mrs Smith next door would probably shoot you daggers in the morning. Marc’s arm clamped across your abdomen, holding you to him as he continued to feast, drawing out every tremble, every whimper from your body, until you went loose and lax beneath him.

“Fuuuuuuck…”

You lay, dazed on the bed as Marc kissed his was back up you. You felt him smile against your skin until he was finally eye level with you again and you gave him a breathy smile before drawing him close and kissing him, deeply.

“I love you, Angel. I could spend all night dragging those noises from you and be satisfied. But a bit like the Ghost of Christmas Present, my time with you for the evening is almost over.”

In your lust addled state, you’d almost forgotten about Jake. You were torn. You didn’t want Marc to go, but it had been a while since you’d spent the night with the most reclusive off the alters, and had to admit the thought of it was exciting. Where Marc made love, Jake fucked. He fucked hard and feral. He left you aching after for days in the most delicious way.

Marc could obviously see the indecision in your expression.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m only a tiny bit jealous. I’m sure I’ll see you again tomorrow at some point, and I wouldn’t have missed out on our evening for anything.”

He kissed you again, his passion almost overwhelming. The hands around you tightened, the firm body rolling to be fully on top of you, leaving you in no doubt who was in charge. Jake had arrived.

You knew he was the most dangerous of your boys, birthed in the darkest moments of Marc’s army career; A way for his mind to cope with horrors he’d not only seen, but had to carry out.

As he raised his head you saw his hard eyes looking at you like a wolf looked at his prey. A shiver of anticipation racked your body.

“Buenas noches, mi cielo”

You dug your nails into his shoulder blades and nipped at his stubbled jaw.

“Hi, Jakey. Long time, no see.”

He shrugged a little, as if to say it was no big deal.

“No, don’t be like that.” You moved your hands to cup his face and force him to look at you. “You ever need me, I’m here. You matter as much as the others. I love you as much as the others. You don’t need to hide from me.”

“No me escondo, mujer.”

“Well then turn up more often for me then. Cos now you’re here…” your lips travelled up to his ear lobe and gave it a sharp tug with your teeth. “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me, Jake. Let’s fuck off Mrs Smith like we’ve never fucked her off before.”

His eyes narrowed, but before you had a chance to wonder what he was planning, you found yourself flipped onto your stomach, your hips yanked up, and a strong calloused hand on the back of your neck, pressing your cheek into the coverlet.

“¡Mantente abajo!”

“Not like I can go anywhere with you pinning me like… oh god!” Your snarky retort was cut short as Jake pushed three of his fingers into you without warning.

“Marc got you so wet, mi amor.”

Fuck, you loved his accent.

He pumped his wrist, and although you couldn’t see his face you could imagine him looking at your stuffed pussy, watching your juices, which you could hear squelching lewdly, spill out around his digits and run down your thighs. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he curled them, the most indelicate sound making its way past your lips.

“That’s it, cariño, be loud for me. Let the whole world know how good I am making you feel.”

He was merciless as he fingered you, seeming to revel in every salacious noise his movements pulled from your throat.

“Si, sing for me, pajarito. You sound beautiful.”

“Jake! Oh god! Fuck!”

Your legs shook as you came, and you were glad that you were mostly lying down, otherwise you would have collapsed. Your orgasm had barely finished when Jake pulled his fingers from you, with a wet, smacking sound. You heard him sucking on them, muttering under his breath, too low for you to really catch, and then he was pushing into you. Your eyes that had fluttered closed during your throws of ecstasy flew open, as he ploughed into you. One hand on your hip, the other still on the back of your neck, this was primal, feral fucking, and it was just what you wanted.

“Fuck, yes! Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me, hard!”

Jake shifted behind you, pressing his whole body against yours, his weight pushing down on your ass. Your legs slid out from under you and he followed you down, still pounding his cock into you, ferociously.

“You want it hard? Then I’ll give you hard. You will feel me in tu coño for days.”

He withdrew abruptly, but easily manhandled you over onto your back. He sunk back in, just as hurriedly, before hooking your legs over his muscular forearms and planting his hand on the mattress either side of your chest. Your legs were spread wide and your body folded in half as he rose up on his knees and started up his sweet torture. Each animalistic thrust pushed more noises and curses from you, rambling nonsensical sounds of lust and desire.

His thick cock was rubbing you just right on the inside, and the trimmed hair at the base of it rubbed over your engorged clit. You could feel yourself falling into that delicious spiral - the push and pull of sensation dragging you towards your inevitable, and explosive, end.

“Mírame, amor.”

You hadn’t even realised your eyes were closed, but at his gruff command, you managed to open them slightly, taking in the fierce look on his face, the sweat peppering his brow, causing his hair to curl more.

“Cum, cariño. Let me feel you coming undone.”

He leant forward, capturing your lips again in an unforgiving kiss, a kiss that felt as though he was trying to pull your soul from you, and as he dragged that part of you from your body, he also dragged your orgasm from you. He let your lips go right at the moment that you screamed out your pleasure, with all the air in your lungs. Your vision went simultaneously black and white, your eyes unable to see anything but static as the waves of ecstasy dashed you on the rocks.

How long you lay there, dazed, you weren’t sure, but you came back to yourself to the feeling of Jake gently mouthing at your core.

No, not Jake. It didn’t feel like him.

A change in your breathing must have given away your more alert state, because he raised his head, smiling softly. You reached out your hand to weave into his soft hair.

“Steven. When did you get here?”

“You know aftercare is my thing, babes. Now just lay back and let me clean you up, alright?”

You let yourself relax back into your messed up bed, enjoying the soft sensations as Stephen licked and stroked you. Your body juddered with a gentle, final orgasm, lulling you to the edge of sleep. A few dips of the mattress and two strong arms pulled up the coverlet before wrapping around your body, a few gentle kisses pressed to the corner of your mouth.

“You staying?” you questioned, sleepily.

“Of course, babes. It’s cold outside.”

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inaris-mage-of-storms · 1 year

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There was something about summer on the savanna that Jimmy found nostalgic.

He swung his axe one final time and stepped back as the acacia tree leaned over, sending dust and dry leaves into the air as it crashed to the ground. Jimmy plopped onto the ground to catch his breath, tilting his hat back to wipe sweat from his brow and looking up at the sky. A gold star hung on his vest, its weight still unfamiliar to him, but he buffed the badge with his sleeve and allowed himself a small smile of pride.

It felt a little strange, finding comfort in the dry heat and spindly trees and shadows cast by the terracotta cliffs. He had spent so long desperate to get away from it all and see something other than shades of brown and gray and muted orange. Then a summer brighter and more colorful than any he'd ever seen had come and gone, and when he'd blinked away the afterimage from the dazzling light, nothing looked the same as it once had. All that time desperate to get away, and even more time spent wandering when he finally did. Then eventually he found himself back in his home region, a little older and a little...well, wiser might be a stretch, he thought, but definitely more experienced.

He'd had no intention of staying in Tumble Town, that first spring back, but he stayed long enough to help a struggling mother get her crops in the ground for the season, and then an old man's house was damaged by the first strong winds of the year, and then the bandits camped out in the hills had come down to harass the saloon keeper into giving them free drinks until Jimmy's sword made them think twice about it. And spring turned to summer turned to fall turned to winter turned to spring again, and then another spring, and another. And Jimmy found an old dusty badge in one of the abandoned buildings he was cleaning out, and the townsfolk looked at each other and agreed Jimmy should be the one to put it on, and well, he could hardly leave now, could he? Not when there were still bandits in the cliffs and buildings to repair and people to protect.

Jimmy began the trek back to Tumble Town with the lumber he'd gathered, reviewing his mental list of all that needed done, and cast a glance at the horizon to judge how much daylight was left. In his peripheral he caught movement and a flash of bright color against the brown backdrop. Jimmy spun on his heel to look, eyes wide and his heart in his throat.

"Jimmy! Hi!" The figure waved enthusiastically, and the wave of feelings that had crashed over him receded as quickly as it came. Sausage made his way over to him from the hill he had just crested, a blue parrot on his shoulder, and Jimmy waved back in greeting and waited for his friend to catch up. The protector of Sanctuary scooped him into a bone-crushing hug, then held him at arm's length and looked him over. "You look a little pale," he said with a concerned furrow of his brow. "Is everything all right?"

"I'm fine," said Jimmy. "I think you just startled me a little. Who's your friend?" He ran a finger over the bird's head and smiled when it leaned into his touch in the same way his chickens did.

"No idea!" said Sausage. "He hasn't told me yet. You could have told me if you needed more wood! I could have sent an extra shipment." He took over some of the load for Jimmy and walked alongside him.

Jimmy shrugged. "I only needed a little extra, not enough to bother you about when the regular shipment is due in a couple weeks anyway. How are you doing on terracotta?"

Sausage assured him the amount Jimmy had been sending was working out perfectly, and Jimmy listened as Sausage spent the walk telling him all about what he planned to build next for his growing city. They made it back to Tumble Town and stacked the lumber neatly next to the barn Jimmy planned to repair. The parrot that had accompanied Sausage fluttered off his shoulder and squawked something at him before flying off.

"Okay, bye!" Sausage called after it. "Stay out of trouble!" He pushed the last log into place and followed Jimmy to the sheriff's office, looking around at the town as they walked. "Wow, you've gotten so much done since I was here last."

"Thanks," said Jimmy as they entered the door. "People are still leaving, though." He frowned a little and hung his hat on its hook, brushing fingers through his hair. "Can't say as I blame them. The business from Sanctuary and Gobland has helped quite a lot, but things are still a little rough."

"It'll get better," said Sausage encouragingly, patting him on the shoulder. "You've done some amazing work here, Jimmy. You should be proud."

Jimmy wasn't sure he believed him, but his chest warmed at the words all the same, and his smile returned. He dug out some plans he'd drawn up for the town and asked Sausage's advice on a few things, and partway through scribbling some notes on improvements to the windmill, there was a knock on the door.

"Goodness, do you ever take a break?" asked Irene when Jimmy opened the door. Her tone was scolding, but the corners of her eyes crinkled as she smiled at him. "Just once I'd like to find you somewhere besides your office or out working. But here, honey, you've got a letter."

He took the folded letter she handed him and cracked the seal on it, scanning the contents with a baffled look while Sausage greeted Irene and she thanked him for the recipe he'd given her during his last visit. "So what is it?" asked Sausage when Jimmy remained silent after Irene returned to the saloon. "Good news, bad news?"

"It's from that Pixlriffs fellow you mentioned," said Jimmy, and looked up at Sausage's curious face. "He wants me to join the meetings at the Ancient Capital."

"That's great!" said Sausage. "Why do you look so down about it?"

"I'm not down, I'm just…confused, really." Jimmy looked down at the letter again and read from it. "'As you are likely aware, the rulers of this region gather regularly in the Ancient Capital for meetings meant to foster peace and cooperation between empires. I would like to extend an invitation for you to join us, as you have demonstrated excellent leadership capabilities and strength of character.'" He brushed a finger over the paper it was written on, made of a far higher quality than anything Tumble Town had ever been able to produce.

"Sounds pretty clear to me. So what are you confused about?" asked Sausage. "I told you, you're doing great!"

Jimmy shook his head. "This feels like some kind of joke," he said warily. "I'm not a king or anything! I'm only a sheriff, and I just sort of stumbled into it at that. And Tumble Town definitely isn't an empire. It's barely even a town."

"You don't have to be a king to be invited," said Sausage. "Just a leader of some kind. And our handsome sheriff fits the bill." He flicked a finger against Jimmy's badge to accentuate his point. "It's not a joke, I promise. Pix heard about you on his own, and Fwhip and I both vouched for you."

Jimmy stared at him, unsure exactly what emotions were beginning to crawl into his throat. "You guys really vouched for me? For something this important?"

"Of course we did!" Sausage grinned his infectious grin, and Jimmy smiled back hesitantly. "You're one of us now, my friend. We want you there."

Jimmy took a deep breath. He'd heard Sausage and Fwhip talk about the meetings before, and the trade deals and alliances with other empires that came from them. If he played his cards right, he could build himself a respected reputation and open up Tumble Town to a lot of opportunities they wouldn't have otherwise. He didn't know how people like the princesses of Dawn and Glimmer Grove or the god of Stratos would react to Pix inviting a simple farmboy into their midst, but he knew he would at least have friends there in Sausage and Fwhip. He wouldn't be alone.

"Okay," he said, and laughed when Sausage cheered. "I guess it would be rude to turn down a direct invitation, after all. I'll go to the next meeting."

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terrifictoonman · 9 months

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[WP] "Ha, you stepped right into my trap!" the young witch cheered. "Now I'm going to ... to ... ... I actually have to clue what, you are my first ever human catch..." [Reddit - u/WernerderChamp] (12/12/23)

{Headache}

"Well, and I'm just spitballing here," says Ian, "you could just let me go?" The man hangs upside down over an open bonfire. A shadowy figure lurks just outside the fire's light, in the forest's dark, glaring at Ian with their bright green eyes.

"...No," says the witch.

"Heh, can't blame a guy for trying, right?" says Ian. The witch groans as a green rag flies out from the darkness, wrapping itself around Ian's mouth.

"You talk too much," says the witch. She paces around the edge of light, Ian catching the occasional glimpses of brown leather boots darting in and out of sight. "OK, what do humans do? They don't fly, no magical attunement one way or the other, they can't breathe underwater...for long at least." The witch's eyes look at Ian once again as an inhumanly long shadowy hand reaches out from the darkness, grabbing Ian and pulling him away from the fire. "You wouldn't happen to be hiding any horns or a second brain, perhaps?"

Ian spoke but remained incoherent due to the rag. With a quick flash from the witch's eyes, the rag suddenly turned to ash, causing Ian to cough.

"I mean," Ian chuckles, "depending on who you ask, my second brain's better than the one you're talking to." An animalistic growl hums from the forest. A pale human hand reaches out, its fingers stained in black, grabbing Ian by the mouth.

"Maybe I should take your tongue first," says the witch. "At the very least, it'll shut you up long enough for me to think!"

"Hey, you're the one who disintegrated the gag, not me," Ian mocked. "By the way, you have really soft hands." The shadow hand lets go of Ian, letting him swing over the roaring flame. "Oh, come on! You're about to kill me anyway. The least you can do is let me prattle on a bit until you figure out what to do with me."

"And why would I put myself through that?" the witch asks.

"Well, seeing as you live in the middle of nowhere," Ian says, "I'd probably make pretty entertaining company. Unless you're expecting someone else to stumble their way here?" The witch stares at Ian as a sudden gust of wind sends an intense shiver down the man's spine. The witch walks into the light, revealing herself as a short, lanky woman dressed in a stained brown hoodie over a torn purple dress. Her witch hat shielded her pale skin from the light, save for her long, crooked nose.

The witch traced a glowing ring into the air with her finger, flinging it at Ian. The ring went around Ian's neck before erupting in a blinding light. After regaining his senses, Ian quickly surveys his surroundings, finding himself under the witch's arm as the two move deeper into the forest. The witch notices Ian looking at her and holds his head up before her, putting the two at eye level.

Ian tries to free himself from the witch to no avail, unable to do little more than tilt his head slightly.

"Careful," the witch says, "you've been through a lot tonight. You might be feeling a little...lightheaded." The witch cackles maniacally into the air as Ian's face fills with dread, realizing what she has done to him. Ian's terrified screams pair with the witch's horrid laughter, the two echoing throughout the forest.

Before coming to a sudden stop as another gust of wind sends an intense chill through them both. The witch tucks Ian's head under her arm as she races through the forest back to her warm and cozy hut, Ian urging her to hurry every step of the way.

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spidrnoir-blog · 6 years

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i would not only like to thank god , but jesus

#the way his hat is tilted a little ?????? IS SENDING ME MORE THAN IT SHOULD #HES A WHOLE ASS MAN #ooc. hit or miss ?

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because-of-a-friend · 3 years

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Enemies to Lovers!Jeonghan

MASTERLIST

One day I will come up with titles for my works lol.

Hi Hannah!!!! Thanks for requesting! I loved doing this one! I went ahead and went with Jeonghan cuz I feel like he fits this trope best! Sorry you had to wait so long, this particular fic got deleted like... three times so it was a struggle lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!

I hope this is a good one, I’m realizing I get real insecure about my writing anytime I’m not doing a bulletpoint or reaction fic, so I don’t feel great about this time. Also I only started recently putting actual detail into my kiss scenes and idk how I’m doing with those???? Like do they seem ok??? Also I feel like I make it so obvious that I am such a sucker for SVT having cute nicknames for siblings, friends, partners, etc in fics lol. Anyways...

Also, I really said: Jeonghan... but in different types of lighting

Remember I don’t own the gif! Link to OP is right there if you want to go give the creator some love!!!

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions eating, reader is using female pronouns (I will keep things gn unless you request differently), I think that’s it, pls let me know if I missed any

You’re not sure exactly how it happened. It was probably just an instance of getting off on the wrong foot, that led to more awkward interactions, giving both of you the wrong impression of each other. You knew this, you could rationalize it all. You were well aware that all it would take was one “I think we might have the wrong idea of each other” conversation and it would all be over. You could easily fix it all, but…

But his stupid smug face. The sarcastic jokes. The never-ending pranks that were not as funny as he thought they were. His ridiculous arrogance. His overall unapologetic nature towards all of it.

You couldn’t help but hate Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

“I don’t know, Wonnie…” you say uneasily over the phone. In previous years, you’d go over to the dorm without hesitation. You loved spending time with your brother and many of the other boys. But ever since you had officially met and begun interacting with Jeonghan…

“C’mon, [Y/N]! I bought that new game you were talking about! We can play it together on my gaming system!” Wonwoo began to persuade. You knew you’d give in; you always did. Your brother was far too sweet a person and far too comforting a presence to reject. The question was how long did you want to argue with him about going to the dorm.

You sighed, accepting defeat early to save time, “I’ll head over there in a bit.”

Wonwoo gives a small cry of victory, “Ok, I’ll have Gyu make extra ramen.” Wonwoo abruptly hangs up the phone right after, leaving you in silence to groan in regret of your decision.

You immediately straighten yourself out, though, trying to put yourself in a mindset of determination. What were you thinking? Just because you and that asshole didn’t get along meant you couldn’t go see your own twin brother without feeling uncomfortable? Screw that! If he wanted to keep the peace then he was going to have to start watching where he stepped around you.

*****

You knocked loud and clear on the door of their dorm, knowing that with thirteen people living inside, it was usually too noisy for them to hear someone signal their arrival. To your relief, Seungcheol opened the door just moments after you knocked and greeted you with a warm smile followed by a hand sneaking into your hair to ruffle it, “Hey there, kiddo! How’s it hanging?”

“Just fine,” you tilt your head down slightly in his direction as you pass him to enter the dorm. “How are things here?” As soon as you ask, your ears are met with the noise of someone dropping something in the kitchen, followed by Seungkwan crying in alarm.

“Same as always, I supposed,” Seungcheol sighs, but his smile doesn’t fade. “I think Mingyu and Wonwoo are already in the computer room, if you want to go ahead and see them!”

“Ok, thanks Cheol!” you call as you both rush off in different directions, him towards the kitchen and you towards the small room that would provide you solace from the possibility of having to see Yoon Jeonghan.

You were determined not to let things go how they usually did: you with your mouth clamped shut as Jeonghan spoke whatever teasing words he had saved up for you, and the most you can do to fight back is by rolling your eyes and finding any way to get away from him.

This time, you would still avoid contact with him, but if it happened, you’d speak your mind and not care what he thought, since that’s how he treated you.

But there was no sign of him or anyone else as you walked to the computer room. You could hear Mingyu and Wonwoo yelling and cheering at the game long before you opened the door. It was pitch black inside, the piercing light of the screen making you squint your eyes.

The two men inside both turn immediately to check who offended their dark space with the soft, yellow light from the hallway.

“Oh [Y/N], you came!” Mingyu beams up at you. You nod, matching his bright expression.

“How’s the game?” you ask simply, looking up to your brother.

“We like it so far,” Wonwoo’s smile is wide, he always gets excited about new games, whether they’re good or not. He leans over to grab a can of some sort of energy drink before gulping it down. “We left some ramen for you over there on the table. Eat first, then I’ll let you have a turn.”

You roll your eyes, though Wonwoo was only mere minutes older than you, he found those moments to be enough leverage to order you around and act like you should be dependent on his care. There were times when he even referred to himself as “oppa” to you and insisted that you do the same.

Most of the time you let it slide, especially when you weren’t in the mood to argue. However, there were times when you’d pull out the “We’re the same age,” “Even if you’re older, I’m smarter,” or “Don’t boss me around when I’m more mature than you” cards at the drop of a hat.

“Can you at least turn on the LEDs while I eat?” you ask, tip-toeing in the darkness towards the table at the back end of the room. You hear a click before a soft blue glow fills the room, finally giving you a clear view of your path. You pull the bowl of ramen towards you as you sit and resist the urge to comment on how little they left you. The dorm was filled with food anyways, you could find more later if you got hungry again.

Wonwoo and Mingyu begin to eagerly tell you what they like about the game as you eat. You listen happily, feeling safe in the presence of your brother and friend.

Then of course…

“Hey you two, Cheol wanted me to remind you that we have to get up early tomorrow,” you can’t help the sour expression that comes over your face as Jeonghan enters the room to speak to Wonwoo and Mingyu. “Oh, hey there cutie, I didn’t know you were here!” His smirk makes you sick.

“Don’t call me that,” you say bitterly into the nearly empty bowl.

Wonwoo looks nervously between you and his bandmate, well aware of the dislike you have for him. He’s grateful that you’ve always kept it so civil, but still feels bothered by the unrest between you.

Jeonghan lets out a little giggle in response, and Wonwoo feels a tug in the pit of his stomach, he wishes Jeonghan wouldn’t be so hard on you sometimes. He knows his hyung doesn’t mean anything by it, but you…

You feel your heart sink as Jeonghan steps fully into the room, striding to sit across from you at the table. You can only stare in wonder at his audacity as he slides the bowl towards himself and finishes off the ramen in one bite.

“I was eating that,” you try to keep your tone measured, attempting to keep within the balance of standing up for yourself but not starting any drama that would affect the boys.

“Go make more if you’re hungry, then,” Jeonghan says casually, making your anger positively flare.

You don’t even give your brother the chance to mediate, jumping up from your place and leaving the room, wanting to be anywhere but around that prick.

*****

“You’re leaving already?” Mingyu pouts at you.

“Gyu, I’ve been here for hours,” you laugh, stretching out your fingers as they start to prick from pain of slamming into a keyboard for so long. You had returned to the computer room but only after Jeonghan left. Part of you had wished you had done more to confront him; another part was glad you didn’t start a fight and put Wonwoo in an awkward position. “Besides all of you, as well as me have to get up early tomorrow, it’s already late. I need to get back home.”

“You can stay here,” Wonwoo was quick to offer.

You shook your head at him, “Then I’ll just have to get up even earlier, I’ll go back to my place.” Wonwoo nods almost reluctantly, standing to walk you out.

All of you run into Joshua on your way to the front door, he turns out to be the only one smart enough to ask how you got there.

“Oh, I took the bus,” you say slowly, knowing this is about to cause issues.

“Well, the last one would have already stopped running by now,” Mingyu says looking at the time on his phone.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Josh offers immediately.

You bring your hands up to shake them back and forth, “No, no, I can find a way home, you all need to go to bed.”

“[Y/N],” Wonwoo speaks up immediately in that stern voice you hate but also can’t help but listen to, “let Josh take you home. It’s either that or you stay here, I won’t have you walking around alone at night.” Wonwoo waits a moment to gauge your expression. He finally nods affirmatively, before speaking directly to Joshua, “Take her home, please.”

Joshua nods before walking off to grab his keys. You and Wonwoo send Mingyu off to bed. Once you’re alone, your brother pulls you in for a tight hug. “Do you want me to say something to him?” he asks lowly.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to cause any problems with you guys.” You sit in silence for a moment. “Come and stay over with me sometime, I miss our sleepovers.”

Joshua comes back and Wonwoo pulls away, “Thanks, hyung. Please get her home safe.” For the second time that night, your hair gets ruffled before your brother disappears to go off to bed.

The ride home with Joshua is comfortable. He speaks kindly to you and makes you smile.

You begin to wonder how amongst all these angels, there exists a person like Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

Wonwoo used the new game as leverage to guilt you into coming over quite often in the following weeks. You hadn’t realized how much you had limited your time at the dorm until you started going consistently once more. It was nice being able to spend time with the boys again. You hated that Jeonghan had become such an unbearable presence that it affected your relationship with the rest of your friends.

But ever since you had started to stand your ground and talk back, he had finally begun to avoid you. You supposed it was only fun for him when you sat there and took it.

It didn’t stop the two of you from bickering when you saw each other, but now both of you preferred to avoid each other instead of Jeonghan seeking you out to tease you.

The following weeks of visiting were fairly comfortable. Whenever Jeonghan wasn’t around, you got to spend plenty of time with the other boys and your brother. Plus, the new video game was even better than expected.

Jeonghan’s presence slowly became uncomfortable in a different way.

Instead of being smug and overbearing, he became strangely quiet around you. His facial expressions became more serious as he sent genuine glares your way before letting out bitter remarks and going on his way.

It made you even angrier.

Who the hell was he to torture you all this time and then act like a kicked puppy when you finally fought back???

Your anger and his bitterness slowly escalated the tension between you two. Although they were happening less frequently, the arguments between you became more serious and almost hurtful.

Whatever, you told yourself, he could do as he pleased, you wouldn’t let it affect you anymore.

*****

You stared down at your phone screen. Why? Why did it have to be here, while you were at the dorm?

The call was only five minutes. They didn’t even do it in person. Of course, they had warned that because of hard times, there’d be lay-offs soon. But they couldn’t even do it in person? And all you got was a simple “Sorry, come collect your things on Monday”??? You were a hard worker, passionate about the job, more efficient than most of your coworkers and this is how they treated you???

A part of you could’ve guessed, many of the employees your age had gotten in because of nepotism. But you didn’t want to believe that they’d just brush off all your years of hard work just to avoid stepping on the toes of higher-ups who had relative connections hired at the company.

You squatted against the wall of the hallway, still too in shock to move.

So, you simply sat in silence, for what seemed like forever.

“You good?” you had never felt worse than the exact moment his voice reached your ears.

“Go away,” you said sternly, knowing you’d be crying soon.

“Geez, forgive me for asking,” Jeonghan responds before turning to walk away. He stops abruptly after you sniffle. “So, you’re not ok?”

“No offense, Jeonghan,” you say hating the way your voice is shaking, “but you are the last person I want to speak to right now.”

There’s a heavy silence for a long moment. You silently pray that he’ll just leave. “Do you want me to get your brother?” he asks lightly.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t want to ruin the mood. I’m going to go home, just tell him I had a stomach ache.” You push yourself up and begin to walk briskly towards the door.

To your surprise, Jeonghan reaches out to stop you. You stare at his hand wrapped around your arm and wonder if you’ve ever even allowed him to touch you before. “It’s already late, let me give you a ride.”

You pull his hand off of you, “No, thanks.” You grab your coat and start to dig around in your purse to make sure you have all of your belongings.

“[Y/N],” Jeonghan’s voice rings clear in your head despite your brain feeling fuzzy. You don’t want to look at him. Who is this person that’s showing concern and speaking kindly? You don’t like it. It feels fake. It feels like a predator playing with a wounded prey. You’re just waiting for him to laugh or make a remark or do anything to make you feel worse than you already do.

But Jeonghan simply grabs the keys laying on the front table, grabs your arm once more, and leads you out to the car.

*****

The ride is suffocatingly silent. You wished he’d at least turn on some music to cover up the sound of your crying, but you remained in the quiet. You rolled down your window and stuck your head out, letting the warm night air and sound of wind comfort you. Since you were turned away from him completely, you didn’t see Jeonghan glancing over at you throughout the drive.

You couldn’t have left that car faster when you finally pulled up to your apartment.

To your dismay, Jeonghan also gets out, apparently intent on walking you up.

“You don’t have to-” you start but abruptly stop when he gives you a look telling you an emotion you don’t quite understand.

Jeonghan finally speaks when you’re riding the elevator up to your floor, “I don’t really mean it, you know.”

“Mean what?” you say weakly, starting to feel the exhaustion from crying so much.

“When I talk to you like that… I mean when I’m… rude,” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Usually it’s just teasing, but obviously I went too far with you. And I didn’t realize it until you started showing how upsetting it was for you. I should’ve known before that, though.”

“You seemed ruder after I started talking back,” you say, confused.

“I was just being petty and defensive. I kept telling myself things like: It’s her fault, isn’t it? She should have made it more clear from the beginning that it was upsetting her. How was I supposed to know? But that was just me being immature, I should’ve just talked to you.”

“Is that an… apology, Yoon Jeonghan?” you ask, letting yourself be a little smug.

For the first time, you get a genuine smile out of him, “Maybe.”

There’s more silence for a second.

“It’s a two-way road, though,” you say finally.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I mean, I could have also come and talked to you instead of letting things escalate,” you say. “I played some part in all of this… unpleasantness. You can’t entirely blame yourself.”

Jeonghan smiles again, reaching out to ruffle your hair the way Seungcheol always did. Then he takes a dramatic deep breath and rolls his shoulders, “There! That feels better, doesn’t it? We can finally be friends!”

You roll your eyes in a playful manner, but you feel it too, a weight has been lifted.

*****

Wonwoo showed up at your door in the middle of the night that night. You took one look at his frantic face and groaned, “I told Jeonghan I would tell you myself.”

“You should have told me immediately!” your brother pouts as he passes you to walk into your apartment.

“I didn’t want to worry you so late, especially when all of you were having a good time. I was going to tell you tomorrow,” you close the door behind him. You watch as he turns on the TV and starts picking through your pantry. “Hmmm, yes it seems quite clear that you came here out of concern for me,” you can’t help but use a sarcastic tone.

Wonwoo sends a glare your way as he grabs snacks and settles on the couch. You sit next to him, grabbing your fair share of the food. You try to keep your attention on the show, but the feeling of Wonwoo staring straight at you is distracting.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry,” you sigh.

“Really? Because Jeonghan described you as an emotional wreck,” your brother scoffs.

“I was just shocked and upset. I’ll be ok. I have a good resume, I can find a new job,” you insist.

“I keep telling you, you don’t have to work-”

“I don’t care how much you make,” you interrupt. “I’m not going to depend on you. It’ll just make trouble for both of us.”

“Will you at least let me help out if there’s any problems before you find a new job?” Wonwoo kicks at your leg.

“Like I would even tell you if I was having trouble,” you return his kick.

“You just can’t help but be difficult,” your brother complains quietly.

You let the sound of the show take over the room for a few minutes. “I do have good news,” you finally speak up, wanting to give your brother some peace of mind about something. “Me and Jeonghan made up. We figured it out.”

Wonwoo bolts upright with a grin on his face, “Really??? It’s really all good now?”

“100%,” you say, unable to stop yourself from pinching your brother’s cheeks, finding his excited expression cute.

“Let’s celebrate soon then! We can have a big gaming party with all of the boys!” You agree to your brother’s proposal. You feel content in this moment, knowing you’ll wake up in the morning in an uncomfortable position, immediately kick at his legs and tell him to get his stinky feet away from you.

*****

Your time at the dorm increases with the weight of you and Jeonghan’s rivalry being gone. You’re enjoying getting to know him as a friend instead of constantly walking on eggshells around him. Going to visit the boys is once again a happy and comfortable experience.

You hadn’t realized how much Jeonghan had affected you until you two had worked things out. The world felt light again and you could breathe, no longer in constant worry of possibly ruining things between your brother and his bandmates.

You hoped things would remain without complications for a long time.

*****

“Seungkwan, you should come with us!” you begged. “The carnival only comes once a year; you can’t miss it!”

“But it’s so crowded and there are screaming kids everywhere,” Seungkwan complains.

“Oh, whatever,” Soonyoung interjects. “You love it every time we go.”

Seungkwan gives Soonyoung a look that has you laughing through your mouthful of ramen. “Oh, shoot,” you say feeling liquid start to dribble down your chin. “Can I get a napkin?”

“Here’s one,” you hear Jeonghan’s voice as he enters the room. You reach out to grab the napkin as Seungkwan and Soonyoung continue bickering. But instead of handing it to you, Jeonghan extends his hand not holding the napkin towards you. His fingers come to lightly touch your chin and turn you towards him. Jeonghan wipes your face with the napkin himself, taking the time to make sure it’s really all clean. “All better,” he smiles at you, running his thumb across your chin to check its cleanliness one last time.

As Jeonghan walks away, you turn to see if Seungkwan or Soonyoung saw what had happened. They were still arguing, though. The boys showing you physical touch or affection wasn’t really all that uncommon. But for some reason, the way Jeonghan had grabbed your chin just now… Why was your heart beating so hard?

*****

You couldn’t stop yourself from dragging Wonwoo all over the carnival. It was nice to get out in this environment, the lights, the laughter, the food, the games, the rides. You wanted to do everything, but not before you looked at all there was and took in the spectacle.

You could hear all the boys laughing excitedly behind you, you knew they’d want to try everything as well. You shook your head at Seungkwan’s bright expression, you couldn’t wait to play the ‘I told you so’ card later.

The night was a blur. All of you ran from games to rides to snacks and then all over again.

You couldn’t help but stop completely in your tracks as you passed a booth with a giant stuffie of your favorite animal as a prize. Your fascination with the plushie doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You want me to win it for you?” Jeonghan’s voice is suddenly speaking right into your ear. You jump after realizing he was right behind you. You grip your cotton candy a bit tighter and shyly nod. The way Jeonghan grins at you fills you with warmth.

You watch him walk over to the booth. His light hair and pink shirt were illuminated by the soft glow of the surrounding lights. Jeonghan takes his wallet out and hands some bills to the vendor. You step up closer to stand next to him as he plays the game. He laughs as he chats back and forth with the vendor. You watch in awe as Jeonghan clears the game, no problem.

“Anything from the top shelf!” the vendor exclaims happily.

“That one please,” Jeonghan points right at the stuffie you had been staring at.

“It’ll be a wonderful memory for your girlfriend,” the vendor smiles as he hands the prize directly to you.

“Oh, I’m-”

“Of course!” Jeonghan interrupts you almost instantly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to pull you away from the game. “We’ll cherish it for a long time! Thanks for the game!” The vendor waves kindly as you two walk away. After a moment, Jeonghan pulls his arm off of you, “Sorry, sometimes it’s just easier to agree than explain, you know?” You nod in agreement. “Wait a second,” he stops you by putting his hands on your shoulders and standing in front of you. Before you can ask what’s wrong, his hand comes up towards your face as it had earlier that day. He quickly swipes his thumb across your lips before pulling to back to show you remnants of your cotton candy. “Do you always eat this messily?” he grins and then, to your surprise, puts his thumb in his mouth to clean it off.

You stand there, frozen, unable to really comprehend what just happened as Jeonghan walks away towards the other boys.

“For the second time today?” Soonyoung is suddenly standing next to you.

“So you did see what happened earlier!” you exclaimed, hitting his arm lightly. “It was weird, right?!”

“Can’t tell yet,” Soonyoung replies cocking his head to the side and putting his hands in his pocket. “Sometimes Jeonghan is just sort of naturally flirtatious. But I’m not sure about you. I figured since you two didn’t get along at first, it’d take him awhile to warm up to you at that level. He seemed to get comfortable with you quite quickly.” Soonyoung turns and shrugs at you after his words.

“You’re no help at all,” you say emotionlessly. There’s a pause before both you and Soonyoung slowly look at each other and laugh at your quip.

You decide to brush off your new concerns about Jeonghan and enjoy this night with the boys. The vendor was right, it was a good memory, and you’re sure it’d last you for your whole lifetime.

*****

You hate yourself a bit for it, but you once again seem to be avoiding Jeonghan. He had made you so nervous that day, and the way your heart pounded… You didn’t want to get sucked into having a silly crush on him if he wasn’t actually trying to flirt with you.

No, from now on, interactions with Jeonghan would be friendly but short and appropriate.

You were stupid to think he wouldn’t notice.

It wasn’t long before there came a night when Jeonghan insisted that he be the one to give you a ride home. You couldn’t help the way your nerves spiked at his determination to be the one to take you. You knew he most likely wanted to talk to you about your sudden distance from him.

The ride itself was nice, Jeonghan rolled the windows down for you, remembering that you enjoyed the warm night air of summer. You talked comfortably with one another. Jeonghan was always able to make you smile so easily.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He was just wearing a t-shirt and sweats but… His blonde hair being illuminated in the moonlight as he ran his hands through it and his bright smile as he laughed...

He really was beautiful.

Once again, Jeonghan came with you to walk you to your door. And once again, he finally spoke up in the elevator, “You’ve been avoiding me, sweetheart.” Your heart drops to your stomach at the nickname. “Is everything ok? Did I do something to make you mad again?”

You quickly shake your head and pull your hands up to shake them as well, “No! Not at all!”

“You sure?” he insists.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you really don’t think I’d tell you if you did?” you say.

He giggles, “Yeah, that’s true. You’d let me know the moment I messed up, wouldn’t you?” The elevator dings and opens up to your floor. You and Jeonghan step out together. “Is everything else ok, then? You don’t start avoiding people for no reason.”

You nod as casually as possible, “Everything is great.” Your tone isn’t convincing and Jeonghan nudges you. “I guess, I just got… nervous? I mean one moment we were like enemies and then the next we were suddenly really… close, and-”

“I made you uncomfortable?” Jeonghan’s voice is slightly panicked.

“No, you did nothing wrong! It’s all on me, I just got caught up in my emotions and-” you stop abruptly when you realize what you were about to do.

Jeonghan nods quietly as if to say he understands, but what it is he understands, you’re not sure. “Is it ok for us to remain close, or do you want me to back off?”

“I don’t want any more distance between us, but…” you trail off.

“But, what?” he prompts you again.

“I don’t want to get the wrong idea about anything…” you say, finally reaching your door.

Jeonghan watches as you slowly unlock your door and push it open, “You haven’t gotten the wrong idea about anything.” He avoids eye contact when you look up at him.

You’re shocked by his forwardness. But once he voices his thoughts out loud, you once again feel the feeling of a weight being lifted.

Jeonghan gestures for you to step inside, catching your arm once you fully pass him. He pulls you back to him, close enough for him to lean in and leave a quick kiss on your cheek, “Night, babe, I’ll see you later.”

You stand there, completely still, staring at your door that had shut closed in front of you. You can feel heat rise from the tip of your toes all the way up to your ears. You finally let yourself fall into a squatting position, covering your face with your hands, and letting out a squeal.

*****

Jeonghan invites you to meet up outside of the dorm. It’s a cute little coffee shop at a quiet part of the city. You’re already sitting when he walks in. Maybe one day, you won’t be completely caught off guard by his beauty… but today is not that day.

His whole person is bathed in the glow of the early morning light as he approaches you, the softest, most genuine smile gracing his face.

“No, don’t get up,” he says when you try to leave your chair, “I need to go off and order anyways.” Jeonghan leans down to kiss your forehead firmly. “I just wanted to come say hi first,” he whispers, holding your face close to his.

Your first date sets a wonderful precedent to the rest of your relationship. Jeonghan gets your heart racing with flirty comments and sweet touches. But he also makes you feel calm and content, easily keeping a smile on your face. You just feel… good throughout it all.

You insist on walking him back to the dorm, since they had schedules that day.

“So, we’ll be doing this again?” Jeonghan asks hopefully, as you reach the front door.

“Definitely,” you nod enthusiastically up at him, wondering how you had ever managed to despise the man that made you feel so whole and happy.

Jeonghan looks utterly happy and a tiny bit nervous as he stares down at you. His hand reaches up to brush back your hair before settling firmly against your face. Jeonghan looks at you so fondly as he leans in. His lips connect to yours… so softly… so sweetly. You can feel his nose nudge against your face to push it into a preferred position. He pulls back slightly after every little kiss to let out laughter so sweet, it sounds like it should be coming from the mouth of an angel. But he’s never far away for long, reconnecting to you quickly every time. You let him take the lead, allowing his lips to take care of yours, giving them the sweetest kind of attention. He pulls back for a moment longer to nuzzle his nose against yours, an action that has you gripping his shirt to keep him close. His hands keep themselves entertained by running across your face or through your hair.

He’s going back in to kiss you once again when he front door of the dorm opens, leaving you caught in the act. Wonwoo stares at you two for a long moment before making a single comment that causes you and Jeonghan to laugh.

“You know, when I said I wanted you two to have a better relationship, this isn’t exactly what I meant.”

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80 or 137 for Malex

80. “i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”

137. “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

Because why not have both?

Pick a number from this list and send to me with a ship 💕

Alex sat at the table on his laptop, working on some research that he had found himself falling more than a little way down the rabbit hole after.

Michael had been home for a little while, making a comment about bringing work home with them.

"Would you rather me spend all the extra hours at Deep Sky or sitting here?" Alex said. "Where you can bother me?"

"That's how it's going to be is it?" Michael said with an amused smile.

"You, were supposed to be out for another two hours," Alex said. "So I still have a lot to get through here."

"It was a slow day at the office," he shrugged. "You know it'll still be there tomorrow."

"Michael," he said, doing his best to give him a stern look.

He put his hands up in surrender and walked off towards the bedroom, and Alex had some peace for a while. He should have been a little suspicious at how quiet it was in the house, but he was too stuck in his research.

After about a half hour he heard Michael walking down the hall and to the kitchen. He was reading a particularly complex sentence as he saw Michael out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly his gaze was drawn over to him.

Michael stood by the sink grabbing a glass of water, shirtless and with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Alex couldn't drag his eyes away, he just looked so good, the way his hips disappeared beneath the towel, the hair spreading down over his chest and stomach.

Alex let out a long sigh, and Michael turned to him and feigned confusion.

"Something the matter Alex?" he asked, his mouth pared slightly and tongue poking against the inside of his lip.

"You're terrible person, you know that?" Alex asked, putting the end of his pen between his teeth and trying to meet his eyes.

"Oh I'm just going for a shower," he shrugged.

"I can see that," Alex said dryly.

He finally pulled his eyes away and back to his screen, shaking his head with a long drawn out sigh as Michael chuckled.

He started walking back towards the bedroom.

"You know I'm, uh, not wearing any underwear," he said, turning to walk backwards a few slow steps.

"You're wearing a towel Michael of course you're not wearing underwear," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

"Just thought you'd like to know," he said.

Alex looked up to see Michael smirking as he turned around.

It should annoy him, the way Michael knows exactly how to get under his skin in the best way. But really it just made him smile.

And he was, completely under his skin. His concentration was shot.

"A couple of hours, that's all I asked for," he mumbled to himself.

"What was that?" Michael called from the bedroom, and Alex looked up again as he heard him coming back down the hall.

He held his black hat over anything valuable, but otherwise stood in the entryway completely naked. He tilted his head as he looked back at Alex waiting for a reply, and Alex sighed again.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he said, dropping the pen down on the table. "It's truly distracting."

"Was kind of counting on that," he grinned. "When you're done, maybe you can join me."

He turned around again, and Alex knew he was shamelessly staring while he walked back down the hall.

Alex closed the laptop, knowing he was nowhere near done but that he wasn't going to take anything else in now.

"Michael?" he called as he got up to follow him.

He was leaning up against the doorframe, that arrogant smile on his mouth and god did Alex hate what it did to his body to see it.

"Alex," he drawled.

"Give me that," he said, grabbing the hat from him and giving him a look up and down.

"See something you like?"

Alex leant in to kiss him, a moan slipping through his lips as his hand caressed the soft skin on Michael's side and he felt the warmth surge through him as he thought about how he was standing naked in front of him. His hand slipped down to his lower back and he pulled his lips away with a heavy exhale.

"All of it," he said in reply.

"Well," Michael said, reaching up to tug at Alex's buttons. "You're a little overdressed, but we can fix that."

Alex hummed appreciatively, letting Michael undress him between kisses and flirty quips.

He was never going to get any work done.

#malex #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #bekka writes #trying to figure out ho to write short fics again #because i keep writing 10k+ fics without even thinking 😅

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adminbryantsaki · 2 years

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You Belong To Me

Pirate Captain! Alpha! Werewolf! Shouta Aizawa x Tavern owner! Luna! Reader.

I’d like to see how many you can recognize. Comment all the characters you recognize down in the comments. I’m extending this story off the last story I did with the Bnharem collab. I have left that group for various reasons and I advise those who want to join the group to not join them. Dm me or send me an ask for more details. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised and remember, Piracy is a crime.)

TW: Pirates, gun usage, ABO, blood, surgery on a wound, bullets, cauterization, leg amputation, mental stress and breakdown, assault, being held at gunpoint, sexual scene. WC: 7,450

“What do you want?” You asked as you pulled a glass over and cleaned it. “My dear, I want you to share my bed tonight.” He spoke. You froze and set the glass down that you had been cleaning.

You saw none other than your Pirate Captain, holding his scarf tight around the Lieutenant. Your heart lifted a little when you saw him.

The next morning you woke up in your mate’s arms. You rolled over and looked at him. He woke up and smiled when he saw you. “Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“I did. Thank you. Did you sleep ok? Do you transform tonight?” You asked him. “I slept fine, my dear. I think I do transform tonight. Do you mind if I stay here tonight?” He asked.

You shut your eyes, only wanting to be safe in your mate’s arms, not wanting this to happen. You hated how entitled the King’s Guard was and how they thought they could have whatever they wanted. Your eyes shot open when you heard a gunshot followed by a pained wolf’s howl. Was Shouta injured? Was he even alive now? Your mind swirled with those thoughts as you had to use every ounce of your willpower to keep your body from running out onto the main deck and seeing what had happened to your mate. You glanced over at the stairs leading down into the cargo hold and saw a shadow begin to descend the stairs. You hid back between the barrels, calming your heart, hoping with every fiber of your being that the person entering the cargo hold wasn’t the Lieutenant. You felt something appear above you and you slowly looked up to see the piercing blue eyes of the lieutenant staring down at you.

“Get away from her, Dabi!” The voice of the harbormaster sounded. You hadn’t noticed him there before now. You wondered where he had gone and why he only showed up now. The Lieutenant that you now knew was named Dabi only tightened his grip on you. “Now why should I do that? This poor girl has been harassed by that pirate down there and I’m only doing my duty by keeping her safe.” He spoke. You covered your mouth and nose to keep the stench of the rotten and burnt flesh that had been stitched to his normal flesh from penetrating your nostrils. As Dabi and the harbormaster argued back and forth. This gave you an opening. Taking the opportunity, you elbowed him in the gut and broke free from his grasp, running down the gangplank and into the arms of the captain. “Did he hurt you?” He asked as he looked you over. “No, I’m fine.” You reassured him. “Alright. Hizashi, take the others and get that scumbag off my ship. Do whatever you have to.” Shouta ordered. His first mate looked a little surprised and called a couple members of the crew to board the ship again to take down the Lieutenant. You helped Shouta to one of the crates still on the dock and checked his wound. “The bullet still must come out. If we don’t get to a doctor soon, we will have to cut it off before it becomes gangrene.” You spoke. “You speak of such mystery. Are you sure you aren’t a witch?” He asked with a hint of humor in his voice. You looked up at him with concern and kissed him gently. “There was a herbologist on our travels that we found and they gave me a potion that helps nullify the inner wolf when I’m in this state. Maybe we can go back to them to help with the bullet, unless you know how to remove it from my leg.” He spoke, now panting with the amount of pain he was in, trying to keep it from you. “I should know how to remove it.” You spoke before a loud yell came from the ship. You looked over and saw a yellow energy emitting from the first mate. You had to cover your ears from how loud the noise was and you pressed yourself into the captain.

someone to come inside for a moment. “Have someone bring some old cotton cloth, some of the clear alcohol we stored the last time we visited Recovery Girl, something to pull this damn bullet out of my leg, and have Hizashi bring Shoto here.” He ordered. The crew member nodded and ran off to find the items he had requested. You stayed by his side, not moving until Hizashi came to the room with Shoto in tow. He had hair with two colors, white on his right side and red on his left. Hizashi also had the items that you had requested in his arms. “What do you need, Captain?” Shoto asked. “I need you to follow anything that Y/n needs, alright?”

“Now I will pull out the bullet and clean the wound, Shouta, this is going to hurt like hell. Shoto, once I pull out the bullet, I will need you to cauterize the wound quickly as there will be a lot of bleeding. After that I will tie up the wound.” You explained. Shoto nodded and got ready to cauterize the wound. You grabbed the bottle of alcohol and doused the wound. Shouta screaming through the leather and tensing up his body. You hated hurting him but this had to be done so he wouldn’t lose the leg. At least not tonight. You then used the knife that was brought to you to dig out the bullet. Once the chunk of metal was out of him, Shoto instantly used his flames on the wound, send out another scream from the Captain. You prepped the bandage and told Shoto to stop since the bleeding had also stopped pouring from his leg. You doused his wound with more alcohol before drying it and wrapping the leg with the piece of cloth you were given. You made sure the wrapping was tight before thanking Shoto and sending him out of the cabin as his services were no longer needed. You turned back to Shouta as he was pulling the leather out of his mouth and panting hard from the pain. He looked over to you and reached out for your hand. You let him take it and you bent over to kiss him.

“We will be in port soon. Be ready to restock and spend a few days of leave here on the island. I don’t want to hear that any of you get drunk or fool around with one of the working women there, got it? I will be away for the time being so Present Mic will be in charge in my absence, you hear?” He spoke. The crew replied with a hearty “AYE” before heading off to their designated chores about the ship. Shouta walked over and saw what you were doing. “When you’re done, you need to gather your things and be ready to leave with me when we get in port. You’re coming with me to the herbologist to help with my ‘ailment’.” He spoke in a serious tone. You nodded and finished up what you had been teaching Izuku and Shoto. You entered the Captains quarters and began gathering your things as you had seen the island’s shore grow closer.

You felt the ship creak and groan under your feet as the crew prepared her to turn into port and dock at the nearby harbor with the help of the harbor’s crew. You hear the yells and calls of the crew communicating with one another as you grabbed your medical bag, rolls of bandages, and sets of tools that one of the girls down in the galley helped you make from her own power. You had found out that in the few short days that you had been on this ship that everyone in The Lone Wolf’s crew has some kind of supernatural ability. You found this interesting and learned about each power that you could wrap your mind around.

When you had finished collecting your things and fastening the bag, you waiting in the cabin where Shouta came in and smiled at you. “Are you ready, my love?” He asked as he cupped your cheek.

“Ooh hello there. It’s been a while since you were last here, Captain Eraserhead. Get yourself settled and lets see what we have to work with here.” The old lady spoke as she went around her infirmary that was well stocked by what you saw. You were impressed by how well her smaller hospital was stocked with the standards of the time that you were in. You entered the room and sat in a chair in the corner as Shouta laid on one of the makeshift cots and put his leg for the medicine woman to see. She came over with some bandages and what looked to be some scissors, and a type of antibiotic ointment and a type of alcohol to clean a wound. She looked to have a bit of trouble handling all the items so you stood up to help her with the bigger bottles. She gave you a smile and set down the other items. “Thank you, young girl. Who might you be?” She asked. “I’m Y/n. Captain Shouta’s mate and the one that tied up the bullet wound on his leg. Shoto cauterized his wound to help prevent bleeding and I did the rest.” You told her. The woman looked at your handiwork and was impressed. “You did very good for using materials on a ship. But I’m seeing a small bit of infection that has set into the flesh. I will give him an antibiotic and you shall stay here for the time being.” She spoke. “Maybe I can be of assistance. I know my way around an infirmary.” You offered. “That will be nice. As I am older, I cannot move around as easily. Your help will be greatly appreciated.” She spoke. “What is your name I might ask?” You asked her. “You can call me Recovery Girl.” She responded.

You were scrubbing the dried-on blood out of the fabric when Recovery Girl sat down next to you on a rock. “Where did you learn how to heal?” She asked, trying to make conversation. “I mostly taught myself. With there being fights on the island between the Redcoats and the locals or the pirates that come into my tavern, you tend to learn a thing or two.” You spoke as you wrung out the bandage and hung it over the line that the healer had in her yard so it could dry. You then looked into the infirmary and saw that Shouta was sitting up and Hizashi was bringing him a drink of water. “I want to tell you this before I tell the Captain. The salve will take out some of the infection but not all of it. You did a good job by cauterizing the wound but there was something in the bullet that is causing more harm than good to him. His leg will have to be cut off to prevent whatever is causing him harm from spreading further. He looks sicker than what he’s allowing to show. He doesn’t want to scare you, dear.” She spoke. You looked a little shocked. “Can’t we find out what’s making him sick instead of taking his leg? You were the one that gave him the potion that tames his wolf side. Aren’t werewolves allergic to silver?” You asked. As you looked at your mate and noticed how pale he looked. Paler than he normally did. His dark eyes dart up to meet yours and you looked away. “Yes. Werewolves are allergic to silver. I’ve seen the creatures be shot down by a silver bullet. If our speculations are correct, the bullet he was shot with was made out of silver. Do you still have the bullet, my dear?” Recovery Girl asked. Your hand went into one of your apron pockets and pulled out the bloodied bullet and showed her. “Grab one of the lemons off of the shelf, dear and use it’s juice on the bullet. If the juice turned a shade of dark red, its pure silver. If its brown or green then its only covered in silver.” Recovery Girl instructed as you grabbed a lemon and cut it in half. You then squeezed the juice over the bullet and watched as it bubbled and foamed. Your heart sank as the foam turned a sickly shade of dark red. “Cut his leg off. the bullet is silver.” You spoke. Hizashi heard what you had said and entered the storage and preparation part of the infirmary that you and Recovery Girl were in. “What do you mean ‘cut my leg off?’ Why does my leg have to be cut off?” Shouta asked. “There is no time to explain. Where is a sedative and your surgical tools, Recovery Girl?” You asked as you headed to another part of the pantry. Recovery Girl pointed out where the items were and you gathered them. Hizashi followed you, repeating the Captain’s question. “Dabi used a silver bullet and if we don’t cut his leg off, Shouta will die. I need you to hold him down and administer the sedative to him.” You explained and handed him a cloth and a bottle that had the label ‘chloroform.’ “This will knock him out so we can remove the poisoned part of his leg and bandage it up and let it heal. We can hopefully find him a replacement down in the town.” You explained as you began to boil some water to sterilize the knife and saw that would be used to cut the leg off.

~~~A few hours later~~~

You prepared a glass of water and some bread for Shouta to eat when he was fully out of the drug. You heard him grumble and try to sit up quickly.

“Sit up slowly. You’re coming out of the anesthesia. I have some bread and water for you if you’re hungry.” You told him. He nodded and looked at you then where his leg was. That’s when it hit him. His eyes grew wide and he ran his hands down his leg and he felt where the stitches were and stared at the place where the rest of his leg was. “It feels like the rest of my leg should be there but it isn’t. Am I crazy?” He spoke. “No. That’s normal. I’ve read that some of the doctors back in England are calling what you’re feeling “Phantom sensation.” There be some itching or tickling feeling which is normal as well. I advise that you don’t scratch where the stiches are as that can cause them to come undone. I must wrap them up with some bandages but I thought I’d see how you’re doing.” You told him. He nodded and sat up slowly. You handed him the cup of water which he took and sipped at it before setting the cup down and laying back down.

“I’m doing alright. Thank you for asking.” He spoke as you wrapped a clean strip of cloth around his leg.

“There you go. Now if you don’t need anything else. I’ll go clean out some of the used bandages.” You spoke, standing to leave. “Y/n. Stay for a moment, please. I want to talk to you since we haven’t in a while.” He requested. You sat back down next to him and let him hold your hand. “What did you want to talk about?” You asked as you looked back at him, staring into his eyes. “I want to know why you’ve been so distant since I lost my leg. Is it because you don’t want to be my mate anymore?” He asked. You looked surprised and shook your head. “No, its not that. I’ve been processing the past few weeks, that’s all. Its hard to find a place for quiet on the ship so I can think and process all that happened. The action of the Lieutenant… Dabi… whoever he is grabbing hold of me and pointing a musket at you, still has me waking up at night in a cold sweat.” You told him. He kissed your temple and pulled you a little closer. “He will never touch you again. We can sail on the seas for eternity.” He spoke and hugged you gently. You cuddled into his chest and took in his scent which still smelled like the salty sea and freshly brewed coffee. That is when you broke down sobbing, clinging to his shirt and not wanting to let go. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Why are you crying now?” He asked as he made you look up at him. “All of the stress that I’ve been through, not seeing you for a full month, the lieutenant pinning me in the alleyway before you saved me, him holding me hostage as he held you at gunpoint, having to remove your leg. Its all been too much and I’ve had to keep my emotions to myself as I didn’t want to worry you or Hizashi or Recovery Girl.” You explained. “Don’t worry about that now. I’m still here. Not all of me is here but I think the important parts are still here, my love. I’m not going anywhere for a while. Its my turn to care for you while we are here, okay? Right now I just want for you just let it all out, okay?” He told you. You nodded and cried more, letting your body shake with sobs as tears streamed down your face. Shouta rubbed your back and reassured you that everything would be fine. He even told you that Hizashi had gone into the town to find someone that would make a wooden prosthetic leg for him. It was just a matter of transporting him to the prosthetic maker in the town so he could take his measurements. This made you relax a bit and stop crying so he could wipe the tears from your eyes. You mentioned that the chef in the ship’s galley could carry him to the prosthetist. He didn’t like the idea at first but he eventually warmed up to the idea. You called Hizashi over to send a message for the chef to come up and help the captain out. The first mate was in the process of having a meal with the healer so things would have to wait until they were done eating.

Shouta’s dark eyes looked over to you as you laid yourself out on the bed and groaned in relief.

The End.

@chaos-night @reciproburstbaby @suzuki-violin-school

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shurisneakers · 4 years

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harmless (ii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, stealing cultural landmarks, frustrated bucky

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: made a header 4 this fic but i couldn’t take it seriously enough <3

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! it’s always fun to hear from y’all.

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It’s roughly a week before he sees you next.

Right on time too, according to the briefings he had received. Once a week you’d come up with your next batshit crazy idea and someone would be sent to make sure you didn’t execute it.

It was more of a babysitting gig than anything. Most people would do one, maybe two assignments before asking to not be sent again.

He was not most people. He volunteers to go again. His afternoon is relatively free and he’s bored.

Also, and more importantly, he needs to get out of the house before Sam finds out what he did.

“You’ll find her near the Statue of Liberty.”

“How do we know?”

“Oh, she tells us.”

“...she tells us where to find her?”

“Most times, yes. She says it’s time efficient.”

Absurd. He thinks you’re absurd.

Bucky finds you in line to board the ferry. You’re dressed to the nines like an obnoxious tourist, even though you were a local, topped with binoculars and a bucket hat.

On an unrelated note, he thinks that maybe the mission today is to kill you for daring to wear sandals with socks like a suburban dad. A shudder runs through his body when he sees it.

He’s wearing all black and a baseball cap. Somehow he’s standing out more than you are.

He boards the ferry behind you, keeping a close eye on all your movements. You take your place near the railing, a seat near the front of the boat.

His phone rings. He answers it, expecting Sam to screech at him for painting Redwing neon pink again. He should have known it was coming after he shoved Bucky off the quinjet before he had time to strap his parachute on properly.

“I thought I told you to bring a cape.”

He quickly looks up at you but you’re not facing him. You have your phone held up to your ear, however.

“How did you get this number?” he asks icily.

“I knew you’d show up again.” Your head tilts to look at the statue in the distance. “Also, thanks for the door money, but I’m not sure I appreciate how you think the least creepy way to give someone money is to drop it off anonymously at their doorstep.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He swiftly gets up, stalking over to where you’re sitting. He was advised not to do anything aggressive. Advised was a flexible word.

“Because I wasn’t going to answer it.” You look up at his figure looming over you. “Oh, hey.”

The phone is still pressed to the side of your face even though he’s right beside you. He cuts the call, shoving it back into his pocket.

“Allow me to introduce my pl-”

“What are you doing here?” He cuts to the chase.

You send him a glare. “I was going to say it before you told me to. And sit down before everyone thinks you’re going to kill me.”

“Why are you going there?” He doesn’t have time for this, he thinks. He has important things to do. Like watching the reruns of Masterchef Junior.

He sits in the seat beside you.

“Look at us.” You grin at him. “Me with the evilest outfit I could think of, you with your... Addams Family cosplay. We’re like, two peas in a po-”

“Start explaining,” he interjects.

You roll your eyes. “I’m going to shrink the Statue of Liberty and use it as a keychain.”

“What?” It’s probably the most benign plan he’s ever heard in his life.

“I’m kidding.” Oh, good. “I’m not using it as a keychain, I’m taking it to class.” Nevermind.

“What?” He finds himself repeating his previous question.

“I’m shrinking all the statues I can find. I want to use it in my classroom to teach the kids.”

“You’re... a teacher?” He blinks.

“You got a problem with that?” You look offended, to say the least.

“No.” It’s not what he would peg your occupation as. He didn’t think you had one at all. “How are you planning on shrinking it?”

You rummage through the ugliest fanny pack he has ever had the misfortune of seeing. You pull out a small ring box, complete with a bow tied neatly on top.

“I was saving this for our third anniversary, but-” you offer him a nervous laugh.

His stony expression doesn’t change, not even a blink.

“Fine, Jesus, you’re no fun,” you huff, dropping the emotional act when he doesn’t look amused.

You flip open the lid. Inside there are a few small disks. It looks familiar, he realises.

“Your friend Ant-Boy didn’t file a patent, so I just took his whole shtick.” He wants to defend Scott’s honour; it’s Ant-Man not boy. He doesn’t. He’s too transfixed on what you have in your hand.

“Pym particles.”

“The diet version.” You pick up one of them carefully. “A ripoff, but effective. Just gotta attach it to the thing I want to shrink and give it a few minutes.”

“You’re going to steal the Statue of Liberty,” he says, frankly a little taken aback that you were serious.

“Would you relax? I’ll put it back.”

“That’s not the point,” he damn near exclaims. “You can’t take away the Statue of Liberty just because you feel like it.”

“I literally can.” You point to the chips in your hand. “That’s the point of this, keep up.”

He feels exasperated. He didn’t sign up for this when he became an Avenger.

“Give me the box.” He makes a grab for it but you yank it away from his reach.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I don’t have time for this.” His reruns would begin in an hour.

“That’s my problem, because...” you trail off.

He rolls his eyes, makes a grab at the box again. His tactic is different this time. He stealthily pins one of your arms down so that you’re basically incapacitated.

“Hey! Stop that.” You fumble against his reach, shoving him with your elbow.

“Just give me the thing and we can all go home for the day,” he huffs, unfazed by your squirming.

“No! Over my dead bod-”

He doesn’t immediately notice what goes wrong in the scuffle.

Until you look at the ground near your feet. A disk lay there, undisturbed.

“Is that-” All of a sudden, either he’s getting taller or the ceiling of the boat is getting lower.

“Oops,” you say, not remorseful in the slightest.

“Are we going to-”

“I’d give it five minutes max.”

Great. He was stuck on a boat that was beginning to shrink. The other passengers were either oblivious or ignorant to seats that were starting to become too small for them, but Bucky’s heightened senses and extreme reflexes made it hard to skip.

He nudges the piece of tech with his foot. Maybe he can kick it off the boat.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you warn solemnly. He wants to disagree but doesn’t know enough about the device to dispute you.

“Fix this,” he hisses, panic slightly rising. His fingers find their way to his phone to send out an emergency text requesting backup and mass evacuation.

“I think it’s a rather lovely day for a swim, don’t you?” You stare dreamily at the waves that were inching closer up the boat.

Or you were inching closer to the water. Technicalities were frivolous.

“There are other people on this boat.”

“River’s big enough for all of us, I reckon.”

“Fix it.”

“Or what?” There’s a wicked gleam in your eye. “We both know I have the upper hand here.”

“Or I call the entirety of the Avengers here and haul your ass to prison.”

“Will they bring snacks?”

You’re insufferable. You know it. But you also are the fastest way to get out of this situation and right now, he didn’t want to be responsible for a shipwreck simulation.

“Fine. Tell me what you want.”

“I like soy chips.”

“Soy chi-” He nearly throws his hands up in frustration. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I want one historical artifact so I can impress the kids. They think I’m the cool teacher and I want to keep that reputation alive.”

“What makes you think I can arrange for that?”

“You’ve been alive since goddamn dinosaurs roamed this earth, I’m sure you have some connections.” You pause to assess his face. “You know, you don’t look a day over 29. Dermatologists must hate yo-”

“I’ll get you an artifact, now fix the fuckin’ boat.”

“You promise?” You grin brightly.

He stares at you. You are unyielding.

The boat’s uncomfortably small and people are beginning to take notice. Worried murmurs fill the air behind him.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” You shrug simply.

You kneel over, picking up the chip from the ground. You do nothing else for two minutes, instead turning away from him to look at the Statue of Liberty that was coming closer.

It takes him a while to realise that half his body isn’t hanging off his chair anymore. The ceiling is moving further and further away from the top of his head.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He wants to strangle you.

Why did he listen to you when all of this would have been over the minute he kicked it off the ship.

“You can drop it off at my lair on Monday and pick it up on Friday.” You gather your belongings, leaving him steaming behind you. “Nice talkin’ to ya, Sergeant.”

You step over him, flashing him a quick smile before walking off the boat with the rest of the tourists as if nothing had just taken place. When he looks down, the stupid ring box is on his lap.

He sits there, unmoving, eyes fixed on the container.

The ferry conductor asks if he’s going to get off the boat.

He simply shakes his head.

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dreams-of-yunho · 3 years

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summer strawberries

yunho x y/n

rating: m

genre: smut with a dash of fluff

wc: 2.4k

warnings: steamy shower sex!!!! oral (f r), kinda hand job idk if it counts, light praising, mentions of melted ice cream :o

summary: the hot summer sun is horribly unforgiving. and what's better on a hot summer day but a cool shower? or, even better, a cool shower with mr. jeong yunho? <3

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It was hot. Unberably, ridiculously, stupid, dumb hot. The kind of heat where nail polish becomes sticky and ink won’t dry. Brain melting hot. At least there was a breeze; wind riffled through leaves causing storms of maple tree seeds to fall to the sun torchered ground. Birds cried harshly as winds jostled their homes. Small creatures kept to the shadows: rabbits, squirrels, and chipmunks skirting the sickening heat. Delicate and dainty flower petals wilted tragically.

And what were you to do? It was too miserable to even lift a finger. You were surprised your body was still functioning, believing your heart should burst and your blood boil. Simply miserably miserable you positioned yourself upon the sofa in the living room, the shades drawn so as to not let the fires of hell enter the home. If it weren’t for his promise of ice cream in the next ten minutes, you would have removed all the food from the freezer and shut yourself in, even if it meant asphyxiation, you could not have cared less at this point. If the universe wanted you to melt so badly, why didn’t it just get it over with, the sadist?

Eleven minutes, you thought to yourself, if he takes eleven minutes, we’re through. The prospect of ice cream was not taken lightly in your family. Ice cream was a happy escape for you. A brief moment of release from the trials and tribulations of everyday life. In reality, it wasn’t that great a deal but, today, as the sea of flames spilled through the glass window panes, ice cream was life or death and you would kill for it. You would kill anyone.

As minute ten neared and beads of sweat ran down your back, the door opened and in walked your Knight in Shining Armour, Jeong Yunho.

You watched Yunho as he stood, pantting, in the entryway. You knew the heat was real because of the way he was dressed; he wore a simple white tank top and camouflage cargo shorts. His lightly curled, night black hair was concealed by a ballcap. He removed his sandals and walked towards the living room, barefeet softly padding across the hardwood.

“Okay,” he started. You stared up at him from your place on the couch as he stood in front of you. His cheeks were flushed and his face glistened with a sheen of sweat. “We have choices:” a drop of clear liquid emerged from his hat-covered hairline and dripped to his eyebrow. “Chocolate crunch,” he pulled an ice cream bar from his left hip pocket. “Strawberry and orange cream,” he held two bars previously in his right hip pocket. “And,” he pulled a final bar from his bottom left pocket, “brown sugar boba.”

You carefully observed the selections he held before you. You would take anything frozen, even black cherry walnut.

“But, the thing is,” his tone dropped. “They’re melted.” He shook the bags and you could hear liquid sloshing around.

A quiet rage filled your chest, burning through your lungs. “Yunho!” He lowered his head and dropped his shoulders. “Why did you put them in your pockets?”

“I thought it would protect them from the sun but, I think it acted as a sort of convection oven and escalated the melting process… don’t be mad at me.” He looked down at you through large, heart crushing, puppy dog eyes.

“Hmmmmmmmm,” you whined, destroyed by the lack of immediate ice cream. “We can put them in the fridge I guess. But, that’ll take forever, ugh.” You slowly dragged your hands across your face, collecting far more sweat than you could have imagined. “Ew,” you cringed, looking at your silken hands. “I guess I can shower while they’re in the freezer.”

“Wait,” Yunho called from the kitchen. “I need to shower first; I am drenched.”

“No, me first.”

“You’re not even off the couch,” he shut the freezer door. “How are you going to beat me to the bathroom?” A cocky smile spread on his rose petal lips.

“I’ll beat you.” You made an attempt to stand but your legs felt like jello-twigs and they collapsed under you. “Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll drown in my own sweat. Tell me you love me before it’s too late.”

It was impossible but you could hear him smiling from where he stood.

“y/n, my love,” his footsteps neared. “There is room for more than one in the shower.” Yunho extended a hand.

“Carry me.”

“Hmm,” he pretended to contemplate. “Fine.”

His actions were swift; strong hands reached under your legs and back, pulling you off the couch and to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was sweaty but you didn’t mind.

Your feet met the cold, stone floor as he set you down in the bathroom. He moved to turn on the shower and you faced the mirror. Your hair was terribly frizzy (on account of the humidity) and fell this way and that, sticking to your damp forehead. Your face was puffy and your cheeks awfully rosy. You wore, it could barely be called, a tank top and no bra.

“Yunho,” you called gently. “I don’t think I want to do anything. I don’t feel very sexy right now.” You watched as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His hot breath stuck to your skin. “You’re hotter than this weather, darling.”

You laughed. “Cheesy.”

“Yet, completely true.” he set his chin on the top of your head and looked at you through the mirror. “Just a shower,” he promised. “Nothing more.”

Chilly water met your shoulders sending a shiver up your spine. But it felt nice. Water trickled over your face, down your neck and back, dragging the sweat and hardships of that day down the drain. Delicately scented, strawberry soap bubbled as you lathered it over your collar bones. “Let me get your back,” he said. Strong hands met your shoulder blades; massaging with his fingertips. Hands worked down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling back to rub the soap into your lower back.

“Mhm,” you moaned out as his fingers worked through the knots and tension.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” his hands ghosted lower.

“Hey,” you turned to face him. “You said just a shower.” He stood in front of you: tall and broad; godlike. The water was cold yet, blue veins pressed against the skin of his arms and hands. His dark hair was slicked back, accentuating the perfect bone structure of his face.

“Don’t you want a relaxing shower?”

You eyed his lush lips which were slightly parted in a gentle smile. Your gaze traveled his strong features and came to rest on his eyes. Those beautiful eyes; the eyes you fell for. The eyes that could never hide his feelings; eyes that told everything. There were little droplets of water caught on his eyelashes and he blinked them away.

You felt the urge to kiss him; setting your hands on either cheeks. You stood high on your tippy toes but he was still out of reach and was unwilling to help. “Yunho,” you gripped his face tighter. “Come here. I want to kiss you-”

He put a finger to your lips. “Just. a. Shower.”

“One kiss,” you whispered over the stream of the shower.

“One kiss,” he agreed.

You closed your eyes, waiting, expecting his lips upon yours. Instead, you felt his hands graze down your sides and hips, resting on the tops of your thighs. You opened your eyes to see Yunho drag the tip of his nose down your stomach. His warm breath hovered just in front of your sex. “Yunho, that’s not what I meant.” You put your hands on his chin, trying to pull his lips back to yours.

He only gripped your thighs harder. “You asked for a kiss,” he breathed. “I’m going to give you a kiss, my love.”

Every hair stood on end as his nose ran over your clit. He tilted his head back to lick a wet stripe against your sensitive nerves. You whined as his tongue landed directly on it, circling again and again. You could only whine as his lips enclosed you and your legs became wobbly.

“Y-yunho,” you moaned as he sucked. “I’m going to fall.” You tried to balance yourself against the wall and he wrapped his arms around your back, trying to stabilize you as he continued to suck and lick relentlessly. “Ah,” you could feel that familiar knot twist in your stomach as he began to kiss you harder. And, when that knot was at the verge of snapping, he removed his lips with a wet smack.

He groaned as he stood and met your eyes, watching you as you breathed haggardly, mouth gaping. A hand fell to your shoulder, moving a wet strand of hair back. “I’m a good kisser, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Yeah,” he hummed, running his hands up and down your back. “Would you like to kiss again?”

“Ha,” you scoffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. It was heavenly as your bodies collided; your hands tugging at his silky hair, tits against his abs, his nails pressing crescent moons into your hips.

You pulled back to catch your breath, still winded from him eating you out. “God,” you ran a thumb over his cheek. “You are a good kisser.”

You thought he would come right then and there, the look he gave you was steeped in passion and lust. His hand met your ass, pulling one leg up to his waist as he moved to press your back against the cold tile wall. He winced as his hard on pressed against your lower stomach.

You loved that look. You wanted to see it again; to know you made him feel good.

Your hand snaked between your bodies as you began to pepper light kisses across his collar bones. He gasped as you grabbed his dick in your hand. You felt his Adam's apple bob as your lips moved to his neck. You squeezed him a little harder and his head fell back with a moan, giving you more beautiful canvas.

Warm fingers met your clit and you dropped your head to his neck, already sensitive from his mouth. “You’re so wet,” he ran his fingers back and forth through your folds, each movement causing you to moan against his chest.

“We-we’re in the shower,” you managed.

A deep laugh vibrated through his chest and his dick twitched in your hand. “I guess you’re right.” He pulled at your other leg. “Come here.”

“Yunho,” you raised your head. “If you slip and drop me,” you warned as effectively as you could with his fingers working you so wonderfully.

“I would never let you fall,” his strong arms pulled you close. “Jump.”

You managed to jump the best you could and one of Yunho’s hands was there to meet you. “Good job, baby,” he lowered you down his body a little.

You could feel him lining up, his tip pushing at your entrance. His eyes fell to yours, watching your face as he lowered you slowly onto him. You groaned as he moved deeper into you, parting you. “Is it okay,” a hand rubbed your back lovingly.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “You can keep going.”

He smiled slightly and loosening his grip on your back one last time, bottomed out with a moan.

You tugged at his hair as you adjusted to his immense size.

“Okay?” He kissed your cheeks.

“Yes, just give me a sec.” You moved your hips up and down, desperate for the pain to subside.

“Jesus,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “A warning next time.”

You clenched around him in response.

“Cheeky,” he chuckled.

“Okay,” you breathed out. “Move.”

“Okay,” he smiled down at you. He captured your moans in a kiss as he thrusted into you.

He was gentle with you, as he always was. He carefully watched you, making sure everything felt good, that he made you feel good. “That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “You’re so pretty.”

You gripped his shoulders as his pace began to quicken and you couldn’t help but clench as his veins dragged against your walls.

“If you keep doing that,” he choked out between thrusts. “I’m going to come right now.”

You slumped against his chest. You wanted to listen to him but he was making you feel so good. Your body was coming completely relaxed and undone in his touch. Your mind, your body, your heart; you were so at ease being with him.

However, your nerves began to spark as his fingers fell to your clit. You could tell he was close because he dropped his forehead to yours wordlessly, his nose scrunched. And he loved when you two came together; Completely free in each other’s arms.

He seemed to completely forget about the slick watery surface he stood on and began to pound into you as fast and as hard as he could. You moaned and mewled as he hit deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“I’m gonna come, y/n,” he warned, his pace becoming erratic and you clenched harder around him, feeling your high approaching too.

“Me too, Yunho,” you whined as he hit your g-spot with a particular force.

You came loudly, fingers desperately searching for something to grip, finally resting on his toned biceps.

He followed you almost immediately, his hips ramming into yours sloppily as his dark eyes bored into yours, a lazy smile on his swollen lips. He pulled out and slumped to the shower floor, holding you tightly in his arms. He gently peppered your face with kisses. “I love you, y/n.”

You giggled as he found a ticklish spot behind your ear. “I love you too, Yunho.” You sighed as you saw his cum run out of your pussy and down the shower drain. “We should have sex in the shower more often; easier to be lazy.”

“I tire you out that much, huh?”

“My god,” you scoffed. “Cocky bastard.”

“You love it,” he teased, massaging the inside of your sore thighs.

You rolled your eyes. “Wanna wash my hair?” You asked, only half kidding.

“I would but, I don’t want to. I want to stay like this.”

“Me too,” you agreed, sinking deeper into his arms. “I could fall asleep like this.”

“Yeah,” his raspy voice responded. “Me too.”

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