#warning to PLEASE give us a LOT of time on this because uhhhh this is a big project and we've never done something like this. BUT

[chaoslynx]

holy shit. y'all you aren't gonna believe what the pals and I are working on

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omgg please write more sub chris?? mommy kink with lots of degradation? whiny chris?

Thought I’d Found A Real Man…..

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris is being an annoying whiny shit, and Y/N is getting fed up…..so she takes matters into her own hands🖤

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT, sub Chris, whiny Chris, dom reader, use of the word slut and whore….uhhhh OH YEAH mommy kink😙

Song for the imagine: Every Night-Montell Fish

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

What a pussy

What a baby

I thought I’d found a real man

But he’s just like a little girl

“Chris sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up please” I said pulling at the roots of my hair in frustration

“Why are you being so mean?” He asked looking at me with a dirty look

“Because I’m trying to do something here for YOU, and you won’t stop bugging me. It will not get done if you don’t back off” I said looking at him

“You’re being mean” he said scoffing

“I asked you about hmm I don’t know 20 times to stop, and let me focus. So yeah I’m getting a little mean now” I said in a bitchy tone

“Whatever” he said rolling his eyes and sitting on his bed

“Like calm down take a chill pill and then I’ll speak to you” I said rolling the chair back around to go back to what I was doing

“You treat me like a kid” he said throwing his hands down

“Stop acting like one, and I won’t have to” I said lifting my head up

“I just want your attention” he said whiny

“You can get my attention once I’m done, and once you stop acting like a pouting whiny boy” I said

Chris ignored me, and I got back to my work. Then he started his shit again. Tapping his foot, sighing, making whining sounds, shuffling on the bed

“What now Chris I’m almost done, and you’re distracting me” I said breathing heavily

“Nothingggg” he said whining

“You’re such a whiny bitch” I said, he inhaled sharply causing my brow to raise

“Don’t speak to me that way” he said in a low voice

“Why not? It’s the truth” I said still giving my back to him

“It makes me all funny inside” he said

“Ouu you’re a dirty little slut that’s why. It turns you on when I’m mean to you” I said still writing

“N-no it doesn’t” he said in whisper

“Yeah it does” I said

“You whiny little slut” I said in a laugh, but Chris stood silent

I turned the chair around to see Chris with his cheeks flushed, his pupils blown and a hard on

“My case stands” I said looking down at his dick

“I just want your attention is all” he said pouting

“I’m giving it to you” I said rolling my eyes

“Mommy….dont be that way to me” he said looking at me with doe eyes

Mommy? He’s never said that shit before. My ears perked up at this, and my throat ran dry. Why was this turning me on?

“Why should mommy be nice to you? You haven’t been a good boy” I said looking at him

“I’m sorry. I just wanted you to pay attention to me. I’ll be a good boy now” he said looking at me

I stood up and walked over to him standing in front of him, so he could look up at me

“But you can’t be good now, and expect to get rewarded” I said shaking my head at him

“But please? I’ll be good” he whined out

He raised his hands to grab my waist

“Don’t even think about it” I said sternly

“I’m sorry” he said looking down

“Maybe mommy has to teach you a lesson” I said smirking down at him

“I’ll be your good boy, I’ll listen” he said looking back up at me

“Will you though? You don’t like to listen to me” I said running my finger along his lips

“I’ll listen now I promise” he said shutting his eyes at the tough of my finger

“Will you?” I asked pulling my hand away

“I’ll be your dirty boy…I’ll do whatever you want” he said pleading

“Mmm you filthy boy” I said licking my lips

“Please” he whispered out

“You’re such a dirty fucking slut” I said laughing

“Stop torturing me please” he said shutting his eyes

“I can do as I please, and you’re going to listen to me, got it?” I said pushing his head up to look at me

“Yes mommy” he said licking his lips

“Good boy” I said leaning down to connect our lips

I continued to make out with Chris, and pulled away to remove my shirt and bra along with my pants.

“So beautiful” he said biting his lip

“Shut up bitch” I said smacking his hands away

“Take your clothes off dirty slut” I said stepping away from him

Chris got up, removing his shirt and sliding his pajama pants down along with his boxers. His erection springing up. It looked so painful yet it brought me joy to know I made him this hard

“Lay down like a good boy” I said to him

Chris went to the top of the bed by his pillows where he laid down looking over at me

“Perfect. My little slut listens to me” I said smiling

Chris shut his eyes letting out a whimper at this

I got on the bed and sat on my knees next to him giving him a once over before trailing my hands along his chest

“Look at you, so slutty. You’re so hard, and I haven’t even touched you” I said laughing

“You make me so horny” he moaned out

“Or you’re just a fucking whore who likes to be used and abused” I said raking my hand down to his pelvic bone before dragging it back up

“Fuck” he moaned out shuddering at the feeling

“Does my dirty boy want to be fucked?” I asked

“Yes mommy, yes I do” he moaned out biting his lip

“You have been listening, so maybe you do deserve it” I said running my nails up his arms

“I’ve been so good, please” he said looking over at me

I slowly got off my knees, and removed my underwear, throwing them next to Chris.

I slowly straddled him letting my wet cunt drag along his erect dick.

“Oh Chris” I moaned out sliding back and forth

“Fuckkkk” he whined out breathing heavily

“You’re so good to me, so good to mommy for being her little slut, and letting me use you” I said running my hands up his body

“Use me, do whatever you want I’m begging” he whined out

“I like when you whine and beg” I said as I slid up and down his dick

“Whatever you want I’ll do” he moaned out looking at me

I slowly grabbed his dick aligning it with my entrance as I slowly sank down

Once he bottomed out I sighed and shut my eyes allowing my head to fall back

“So good mommy” he said breathing heavily

I slowly started to lift myself up and down as I placed my hands on Chris’ torso to stabilize myself

“Mmm you feel so good” I moaned out as I started to bounce on his cock

All Chris could do was watch and whimper as I rode him.

I leaned forward and started to grind down onto his cock breathing heavily against him chasing my own high.

“Fuckkk Y/N” he moaned out gripping the bed sheets

“Shhh” I said as I continued to grind harder and faster

I got back up and started to bounce on his dick again, grabbing his hands and placing them on my ass

“Mmmmm” he started to whimper out as his hips buckled upwards

“I said shush” I moaned out

I leaned forward switching to grinding against up as he gripped my ass harder, helping me riding him

I clenched down on him causing him to moan out loudly

“Didn’t I say shut up” I said leaning up again

“I’m sorry mommy” he moaned out

I grabbed my underwear and shoved them in his mouth

“Maybe now you’ll listen to mommy” I said as I started to grind down on him harder

All that could be heard was his bed creaking, my moaning and his light whimpers being masked by my underwear in his mouth

“Fuck Chris I’m going to cum” I moaned out riding him harder and letting my jaw fall slack

Chris moaned and shut his eyes. I grabbed his hands and slid them to my breast

“Come on baby help mommy out” I moaned out

Chris started to massage my breasts, toying with my nipples as I began to shudder on him

“FUCKKKKK” I moaned out loudly allowing my head to fall back as my orgasm was creeping up on me

I snatched the panties out of his mouth

“Now you may be loud” I said to him

I started to bounce up and down as he massaged my breasts

“Fuckkk mommy I’m going to cum” he moaned out letting his jaw fall slack

“Come on baby, be my dirty little slut and cum for me then” I moaned out

I continued to ride Chris until I felt t my lower stomach began to stir, my orgasm approaching

“I’m going to cum holy shit” I moaned out as I started to grind down harder

Suddenly my breathing became shaky and my thighs began to tremble

“Fuckkkk Chris” I moaned out as I came all over his dick. My mouth falling slack and my body shaking against him

“Can I cum please?” He asked moaning out

“Yes you can” I said leaning forward trying to catch my breath

Chris started to fuck up into me, panting and grunting into my ear

“Fuckkk” he whined out before cumming in me, his thighs shaking as his brows furrowed and his mouth hung open

We laid there trying to catch our breaths.

“Fuck Chris that was so good” I said leaning up and kissing him

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had” he said weakly

“I’m glad baby, you’re such a whiny little shit and I love it” I said getting off of him

“Mmm don’t say shit like that before I get hard again” he said whining

“I’m sorry” I said walking to his bathroom to pee

“Want to shower with me?” He asked walking into the bathroom

“Yes please” I said

Chris started the shower for us, and after we were done we laid in his bed talking until we eventually fell asleep.

I love when Chris is a whiny bitchy mess

The End

TEEHEEE I hope you enjoyed this one, I’m at 799 followers which is insane. I love yall sooo much🖤🖤

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make my heart surrender | carmy berzatto x fem!reader | chapter three: thursday

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

warnings: lots of swearing, angst, use of she/her pronouns, allusions to sex, eventual smut, no use of y/n, second person pov, mentions of death/mikey's suicide

word count: 3.4k

summary: you and carmy finally find some time to catch up and carmy begins to realize that you're more similar than he thinks.

a/n: thank you to all who are reading, reblogging, and commenting omg. i'm so grateful that someone wanted to read this story. i wrote it in a week because i couldn't get these two out of my head. they were begging to be put on the page. i also have a companion playlist that i'll release when the story is done because i don't want to spoil anything! comment below if you'd like to be added to this story's taglist. i did presumptuously add a few of you i've interacted with, so please let me know if you'd also like to be taken off of it.

read: part two | masterlist

Thursday

You’re grateful that by day three, you’d been able to smooth over some of the tension between you and Carmy. You even looked forward to catching up with him, if the two of you can swing it. Instead of going home early, you had jumped on the line this evening. Ebra was out for the night and Marcus had asked to fly solo on prep so that you could give him some feedback before lunch service tomorrow morning. 

It was an easy decision, to fill in and jump on the line. After all, you had checked your bag on the plane so that you could bring your knife roll with you, just in case. There was something about this kitchen – the energy and the people – that you wanted to stick around for. And it didn’t hurt that you got to spend a little extra time with Carmy. When he was in his element, expediting and leading this kitchen… he was… breathtaking. 

“Damn, nice knife, Jeff” Tina comments, checking out the santoku you’re running through some parsley. She can hear the crisp, clean cuts you're making, which is what caught her attention in the first place.

“Jeff?” you question, shooting her a look. 

“Long story, but trust me. It’s a term of endearment,” Sydney interjects, from her side of the prep station. 

You chuckle, “She’s a beauty alright. My first fully Japanese knife. Though the steel is a bitch to take care of. That’s for sure.”

“What do you mean?” Tina questions further. 

“Well, it’s just a kind of metal alloy that’s super prone to-,” you start, completing your sentence at the same time as Sydney chimes in.

“Rusting,” you both say in unison, sharing a look. 

“Huh,” Tina sounds, suddenly losing interest. “I don’t get it. It’s more work to take care of? Our shit’s part-plastic and does the job just fine.”

“Oh but she’s so smooth,” you playfully swoon, referring to how beautifully the knife performs for you. 

“It’s all about the performance, T,” Sydney adds. 

Tina hums in response, still unconvinced by you and Sydney’s admiration for the fancy tools. 

“So you and Carmy. How’d you meet Jeff?” Tina inquires further geturing her knife towards Carmy’s expediting station, and eliciting another laugh from you and Sydney.

“Uhhhh… we both worked at the same restaurant in New York. I came in to stage and the competitive jerk tried to smoke me. Thought he could show me it was his territory.”

“Like a little bitch,” Tina teases, the shade evident in her voice.

“And you kicked his ass obviously,” Sydney suggests, hopefully. 

“Mhm,” Tina adds in agreement.

“Oh absolutely,” you answer, deviously. “I walked out with a job that night. Carmy and I are the classic kitchen staff case of… enemies turned good friends.” 

You look up from your station, noticing an exchanged look between Sydney and Tina. 

It’s the kind of look that says, Just friends, huh?

“Alright, alright. Enough with the girl talk, gossip girls. News flash: no one gives a shit about fuckin’ Tom Colicchio and Padma Whatserface over here,” Richie interrupts, referring to the you and Carmy, as he passes by with a few empty storage containers on the way to the dishwashing station. 

“Asshole / Fuck off, Richie,” Sydney and Tina shout back at the same time. 

“Hey! Listen up, everyone! Fire two spaghettis, two short ribs, one chicken,” Carmy calls out to the kitchen. You listen attentively, hearing the chorus of the entire kitchen repeat the order back to him, punctuating the order with a ‘heard.’ 

You smile to yourself, as you enjoy the feeling of falling into such a familiar rhythm. 

You’ve missed working in the kitchen, and you’ve missed working in the kitchen with Carmy. This was so different than any of the bullshit you’ve been through together – even when he is arguing or yelling at someone. It’s not some sterile environment that looks more like a science lab or an operation room than it does a kitchen.

No, this place has soul. 

Between the crass kitchen banter, the less than flattering nicknames, and its wild cast of characters, it’s only day three and you feel right at home. Dinner service flies by and you’re eager to check in with Marcus by the end of the shift. Before taking your apron off, you head over to his corner of the kitchen. 

“Hey, how’s everything going, chef?” you ask, curiously. 

“Good, chef,” he answers proudly. “I got the brioche covered and ready to rise overnight and I prepped the cake donuts so we’re ready to roll tomorrow morning. I went with a blueberry cake donut this time around.” 

“Sounds great. I can’t wait to try it, chef,” you reply. “Need anything from me before I head out for the night?”

“Oh no, uh, I’m almost done here,” Marcus answers, inspiring confidence in his ability. “Just workin’ on a curd for the filling, chef. Just like you taught me.”

“Alright,” you chuckle, tickled by how excited he is. “Have a good night, chef.” You pause, wondering if your words will be totally lost on him. “And make sure you get some rest tonight, okay?” 

He responds with a nod, as you leave his station.

You make your way to the locker area, hanging your apron up, and slipping off your kitchen sneakers, before taking a seat on the bench. It looks like most of the kitchen staff got a head start on you and have already left, or are out of their kitchen clothes and ready to head home. There’s a strange feeling in your heart. You haven’t felt this kind of… community… in a professional kitchen in a long time and you try your best to name what it is you’ve felt was missing. 

“Hey,” you hear a voice say, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“Hey,” you say to Carmy. 

He removes his apron, folding it over his forearm. It sits further down his arm, right near his tattooed hand, you notice, as he leans his side against the lockers. 

“Thanks for jumpin’ in… you know… on the line tonight,” he starts his gaze practically piercing through your soul. 

“Yeah, it’s uh, no problem,” you reply, placing your knife roll and kitchen shoes back into your locker. “I had fun.”

“You uh, you still want to go for that drink?” he asks, shyly. 

You smile. 

“Yeah.”

*

“It’s fucked up,” Carmy shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Oh please. What?” you groan, shooting him a look.

“You’ve been in my city for… what three days now and you already have a hookup at one of the hardest to get into bars here,” Carmy replies, eliciting a laugh from you. 

“Oh my god,” you sigh with a playful eye roll. “I’m a New Yorker, asshole. You know that’s how we do it.” 

He shakes his head again, before locking eyes with you, “You were always better at it than me.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you, Carmen Berzatto, finally admitting that I’m better at something than you? Can you say it again, and I’m just going to-.” you tease, playfully, pulling out your phone as if you’re going to film him saying it. 

“Oh shut up…” he shoots back, gently pushing your phone away from his face. 

“I mean, you could always make friends with anyone. The bodega guy downstairs. The fuckin’ bodega cat. Our favorite butcher? ‘S why we always got the good cuts of meat when we cooked together on our days off.” 

“Which is exactly why I do it,” you point out. 

You had always been so magnetic to him. It’s something that he’s always admired about you – something that always reminded him of Mikey. 

“No, I-, I used to be a regular at this bar when I was working at Gramercy Tavern – actually, I think it closed right before you came to New York. Anyways, found out my favorite bartender moved to Chicago and I sent him a message letting him know I’d be in town. Said he’d get us in even if they were booked up, and,” you gesture towards where the two of you are sitting together, “Et voila!” 

Carmy takes a look around. He hasn’t been in a fine dining establishment since he left New York. It’s as if all the fancy awards and all the dues he’s paid cooking in the best restaurants in the entire world don’t matter anymore. He feels so out of place: the people, the over-the-top cocktails, the overpriced bowls of food called something fancy to justify the high price point. 

“From the kitchen” your bartender had said curtly, a mere few minutes ago. He had placed a few plates in front of the two of you to share that you most certainly didn’t order.

You both had thanked the bartender, before digging into the large bowl of soup, stracciatella, and focaccia bread on the plate. You rip off pieces of bread, dipping them into the salty broth, popping them into your mouth. Carmy’s much more of a gentleman about it, using his spoon to try the soup first. You had only planned on drinking here, but your friend at The Aviary had really come through. You’re sure it doesn’t hurt that you’re here with Carmy, and that these guys definitely know who Carmy is. 

“So…” you start, taking a sip of whatever fizzy strawberry gin thing you’d ordered earlier. “I feel like there are a lot of long stories I’d like to hear.” 

Carmy makes a sound in agreement before taking a sip of his drink. It’s just bourbon on the rocks, and you wonder when he started drinking bourbon like this.

“I mean… we could start here. How the hell are ya?” you ask. 

“I…” he starts, before trailing off. He buries his face in his hands, dragging his fingertips across his forehead. “It’s uh, it’s been a long couple of months. Christ. The restaurant was a goddamn mess, everyone hated my fuckin’ guts. And then Syd showed up and, well, she’s been a big help.” 

You wait a beat before saying, “As much as I want to hear about the restaurant, Carm, I mean how are you doing?”

Your words stop him, and he looks up at you with those baby blue eyes. He takes his time thinking about it, shrugging before muttering something along the lines of, “I’m okay, I guess.”

He’s searching for the right words to explain how the hell he’s even supposed to answer that question.

“I don’t know. Guess I thought if I fixed the restaurant, if I could fix it-. Maybe I could fix him,” he drags out. 

He waits a few beats before finally admitting:

“I miss him. Mikey. And I found out all kinds of shit about him that I-, well, shit I didn’t know. I think-, I think it’s why he kept me away. Why he shut me out.”

You listen as he begins to fill you in: about Mikey, the drugs, the debt he inherited that he now owes to Cicero, how hard it was to win over the kitchen staff that, come hell or high water, weren’t interested in changing their ways. And then he tells you about the meetings he's been going to -- the al-anon meetings. And you begin to understand. While he’s the same old Carmy, this isn’t the exact same Carmy that you knew in New York. The Carmy you knew in New York never would’ve gone to those meetings. He would’ve brushed it off and pretended there wasn’t a problem and taken as much punishment as he could in the kitchen instead of dealing with what he was feeling.

Mikey’s death, and coming home, and this restaurant, it’s all changed him. 

And maybe, just maybe, it’s part of the reason why, after months of no contact, he reached out to you now, but he’s not sure if he should tell you that yet.

You’ve got to give it to him. If anything, he’s exceptionally talented at cutting people out of his life. It’s his M.O – the only thing that’s been consistent in his life – even when those people didn’t deserve it. It’s what he knows to do. It’s something he’s learned… from Mikey, from his dad… 

But this… what he’s telling you, these are stories of connection and community. 

“And Syd’s really helped me pull this shit together. She's kinda like... the glue, y'know? I- I don’t know where we’d be without her,” Carmy concludes.

You agree. Syd is brilliant. You can see just from having been in that kitchen that she’s been the biggest catalyst for the changes — even his.

“I know you only asked me to come for pastry but I’m glad you let me jump in on the line tonight,” you say. “It’s cool to see what you’re doing now and… I don’t know. I know it was a rocky start, but you’ve got something here. Something that could be really, really good, Carm. You’re making real fucking food. Like your mom’s chicken. I haven’t forgotten about that.” 

“How can you remember that?” Carmy asks, a little surprised, his eyes lighting up. He’d almost forgotten that he’d once made it for you while you were both still in New York.

You nod, “Best chicken piccata I’ve had in my life.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Hands down.”

“You know,” you start, a mischievous tone in your voice. “If I recall correctly, you made me some pretty bomb meals back in New York. And didn’t I say something along the lines of you really shining when-?”

“Oh no,” he groans. “Not this again.”

“I’m just saying!” you justify, innocently. “When you cook the food you grew up with, Carm, you’re at your very best. And don’t get me wrong. You’re an exceptional chef, regardless of what you do but-.”

“So what? You’re gonna say ‘I told you so?’” he questions, shooting you a look. 

You shrug, playfully, “I can’t help it if I’m right all the time,” earning an eye roll from him. 

“Especially when it comes to you.”

He’s quiet for a moment, because you do know him. You’ve seen sides of him he’s barely let anyone else see. It feels good and terrifying all at once to be seen this clearly.

“Yeah, well, you always were a little more Mozza than French Laundry, huh?” he shoots back, referencing your difference in preference. While Mozza was more family style, The French Laundry, a restaurant Carmy had worked at once upon a time, was anything but. 

“Yeah. Who knew one day we’d switch places?” you reply, a sadness in your voice. Were you… envious of what Carmy had? Was this what you were looking for?

“So uh, you gonna tell me what the hell happened with the restaurant?” Carmy asked, changing the subject – changing the subject to you. 

You sigh, you raise your drink to your lips, finishing the rest of what’s in the glass in one go. 

“That bad, huh?”

“No!” you’re quick to reply. “Well, yes. But no. But yeah….” 

Carmy flags the bartender down, ordering another round for the two of you. 

You’re not even sure where to begin in regards to the existential crisis of sorts that you’ve been having, so you just tell him what happened. 

“I was juicing blood oranges one day. And-, you know we were going to take the juice and do all that fancy gastronomy shit with it… turn it into like, the same consistency of ‘dew in the early morning’…” you began to explain, quoting what your head pastry chef had said that day.  

“And I’m sitting there thinking… what the hell am I doing? I mean, who eats food like this?! Who wants to eat a drop of blood orange juice that’s been turned into the consistency of dew in the early mornings? Like, why the fuck can’t I just make the best blood orange olive oil cake anyone’s ever had, and that be enough, you know?”

“And. I don’t know. It got me thinking a lot about the kind of food I want to make, and what that would mean, and what does any of this shit even mean? Fast forward to a week later, and I don’t feel like I have a fuckin’ clue about what I want to do with my life and I’m quitting the restaurant.”

You pause, noticing that he’s just been listening attentively this whole time.

“I’m tired, Carm,” you admit. “I mean. I’m burnt the hell out. I just. I don’t want to work this hard for something that- something that I’m not even sure I believe in anymore.”

Another beat. 

“I know it sounds totally insane but-.”

“No! No, it doesn’t,” Carmy interrupts, quick to reassure you, as he reaches for your hand. Your eyes flicker from his hand on yours, the small tattoo above his wrist, then back to him, feeling the loss of body heat as he pulls his hand back only a moment later. 

“I feel like I’ve been thinkin’ about a lot of the same shit,” he admits, empathizing with you. 

“I just feel… kind of lost,” you say, and it’s the first time you’ve said it out loud. “I do. I-, I’ve been feeling really lost lately.”

In all the time he’s known you, never could he have expected you to feel lost. He wondered if he’d just put you on a pedestal. You had always been this stunningly charismatic, charming person that could walk into any room and in minutes, have everyone wrapped around your finger. For so long he denied any feelings for you because he knew you were unattainable – that someone like you could ever want someone like him felt impossible. Wouldn’t you be better off with one of those Wall Street assholes that came into the restaurant all the time – wining and dining their clients with their expensive wristwatches and fancy town cars?

But hearing you say it – that you feel lost – it reminds him that you’re only human too. 

He waits another beat, guilt filling up his throat, before he speaks again. 

“I should’ve been there for you. I’m sorry.”

There’s an earnestness in his voice that makes you want to trust him. Sure, it seems like he’s been apologizing to you for three days straight, but you want to listen. 

You take another sip of your drink. 

“I started volunteering at a Brooklyn community garden so I could like, pull my head out of my ass,” you share with him. 

“Did it help?”

You shrug, “Yeah, a little bit.”

It helped, but it hadn’t fixed anything. You feel like you can confide in him, especially since he told you that he was going to meetings.

“My therapist actually encouraged me to come here,” you confess, gauging his reaction as the words flow from your mouth. “Get out of dodge. Get a change of scenery… give myself some time to think.”

“We both know you do a little too much of that,” he teases gently, and you chuckle. 

Between Carmy’s avoidance, and your neuroses, you’re quite the pairing. 

“Yeah.”

Carmy pauses, not sure if he has the words to give you the explanation you deserve, but he’s going to try. 

“I had… a lot goin’ on. When I got back. And I didn’t know….” He pauses before continuing. “I didn’t know how to do it all at once. How to handle, you know… everything at the same time.”

And it’s just easier to avoid everything – to avoid you, to avoid the way I feel about you, he thinks to himself.

And it’s exactly what he did, he pushed you away, and pushed any and all feelings or thoughts about you into a dark hole, never to be acknowledged ever again. 

Until you quit your job. Until his phone call with Tim. Until his phone call with you. 

“I know, Carm. I know you’re sorry and I appreciate the apology,” you start, taking a breath. “It’s just that-.  I need you to know...” 

You pause, suddenly feeling like you’re in the middle of an anxiety dream where you realize you’re not wearing any pants.

“I need you to know that it hurt. It… it really hurt. Not hearing from you. Being cut out like that.”

“I know,” he admits, remorsefully. “I’m gonna be better. At least I’m trying to be.” 

“I really want to believe that,” you say, softly. 

But I don’t want to get hurt again, you think to yourself.

He looks at you, a soft, shy smile on his face, and it makes you want to take a chance on him. 

Who are you kidding? You’d jump off of a bridge with him if he asked, even if it meant getting hurt all over again.

“Okay?” he asks, hopefully. 

You’re not sure if he’s asking if it’s okay, if you’re okay, if everything is okay between the two of you, and you wonder if he means all three.

“Okay,” you answer, quietly. 

“Okay.”

read: part four

taglist: @lazypeachsoul @bookwormvoyageuse @allthefandomstogether

[sleepingdeath-light]

male s/o hcs ; eddie dear

requested by ; anonymous (09/10/23) [1/2]

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; eddie dear

outline ; “WELCOME HOME FANFIC WRITER LETS GO?!

Uhhhh dating headcanons for Wally and eddie please? 👉👈 sfw please!! ✨❤️

And can s/o be male? 😳 much obliged!!!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

he takes so much delight in calling you his boyfriend that he can’t help but grin whenever he says it — this will continue no matter how long you’ve been together

he stumbles over his own feet a lot by default, but when he’s around you he gets so lovestruck that he’ll be even clumsier

(which has led to several spilled drinks over the years)

always greets you with a tight hug and a kiss and is always so dang excited to see you, even if you’ve only been away for a few minutes

golden retriever boyfriend energy, honestly

he’s always happy to talk about you to your neighbours and he’s always using prefixes like ‘my amazing partner’, ‘my handsome boyfriend’, ‘my future husband’ and so on

uses a lot of sappy nicknames for you — think along the lines of ‘honey’, ‘sugar’ or ‘sweetheart’

writes you love letters to deliver to your home in the morning because he loves the idea of you always having something to look forward to

he makes scrapbooks of all of your dates — which means he takes a lot of pictures and saves every single letter and gift you give him

his favourite picture is of the two of you on your one year anniversary; it had been raining something awful all day but you still managed to make a day of it by dancing in the rain and spending some time together

you definitely have matching ‘mr & mr’ mugs — and eddie was definitely the one to snag them for you

he snores loudly and tends to take up most of the bed — so i do hope you’re a deep sleeper

he’s not shy about asking other residents about gift ideas for you — not even just for holidays, he’s just a giver by nature — and all of them have contributed in some way to the presents you’ve received

even though you’re not married (there aren’t any facilities to marry you nearby), everyone just refers to you as a married couple and as ‘mr and mr dear’

eddie is incredibly affectionate and isn’t shy about pda by any means — so how far you two go depends entirely on what you’re comfortable with

loves nuzzling his nose against yours and kissing you on the cheek and jaw — bonus points if it makes you laugh

lots of your dates involve arts and crafts — anything from macaroni art to origami

he’s strong enough to pick you up and carry you, but i can’t say i recommend it unless he’s going very slowly

[chloecherrysip]

So I just got back from a midnight showing of the Mario Movie!!! AND I'M GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT IN DEPTH (BEHIND A CUT OF COURSE, NO SPOILERS FOISTED UPON ANYONE UNLESS THEY WANT THEM)

If you are just looking for a general impression of whether I thought it was good/bad and some things to keep in mind before you see it yourself (I do want to offer a helping hand in setting expectations for people who are afraid they've hyped it up too much), you can read that part FIRST and then I will provide a clear warning/a ton of space where you have to scroll further to get to the actual spoilers so you can back out! But I AM going to spoil things after I provide that warning, so please don't read further if you don't want to know.

(Also if you don't want to read through all the spoilers but you DO want to know if something specific happens/doesn't happen, feel free to message me! I don't mind answering.)

LET'S-A GO

MY GENERAL, NOT-SO-SPOILERY THOUGHTS:

As someone who has loved these characters for a very long time and has always longed for more media with them, I really, genuinely did have a wonderful time watching the movie. Now that I'm home, I'm realizing that my face actually ACHES from smiling too much, haha. I think everyone who has that built-in affection for the source material will have a good time with it and not regret seeing it, and the movie seriously FLIES by because you're just so busy enjoying it and being along for the ride!

ALSO, IF YOU WERE WORRIED ABOUT THIS (NO SPECIFICS, WILL GET INTO IT MORE BELOW), MARIO AND LUIGI AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS, BY FAR AND AWAY, THE BEST PART OF THE MOVIE, THEY ARE SO UNBELIEVABLY ADORABLE EVERY MOMENT THEY'RE TOGETHER, WHICH IS NOWHERE NEAR ENOUGH TIME BUT OH WELL. GIVE ME A MOVIE WHERE THEY'RE TOGETHER THE WHOLE TIME RIGHT NOW, I DEMAND IT

THAT SAID....

I do think that if you are someone who has spent a lot of time theorizing about potential scenes/conversations between characters and hoping for meaningful interactions and a lot of emotional resonance and payoff (like me!), you need to bring your expectations WAY, WAY, WAYYYYYY down before going in. Bring them incredibly far down, and then bring them down a little lower, even. Trust me on this.

I saw in a review before I went in that "you can tell pretty immediately when watching that this is meant to be an extremely surface-level movie for children" and I wasn't sure what that meant, but after seeing it...yeah. yeah, I do see what they meant. There is just a lack of depth here that's pretty glaring (even for a children's movie!) and I think the short length of the movie is what really, REALLY hurts it. I just desperately wish it was 10 minutes longer and every scene had another two minutes added on where the characters could just TALK to each other. The characters almost never get to just talk to each other about anything that isn't servicing the moving of the plot forward at a breakneck pace, which is sad!!!! As much as I loved seeing all the characters together, it all just felt...a little empty. And that stinks, really.

Also, a good thing to know: if you have watched ALL the trailers/TV spots like many of us have, you have seen a VAST majority of the movie already, like 65% at least, I would say. Everything but the first 10 minutes and the last 15-20 minutes, basically! And while there are additional shots/pieces of dialogue in those scenes, of course, several of the scenes from the trailers where people were like "oh boy, can't WAIT to see the rest of that scene" - uhhhh, you basically already saw the whole scene, I'm sorry to say. That was definitely a bit of a disappointing realization for me, to realize that a scene I'd looked forward to from the trailers was here and - oh, it's already over, we're moving on. :( (And I can write a list of which scenes those were down below, if you want to know.) The movie really, REALLY needed some time to breathe, for goodness sake! This is probably the most frustrating thing, just not understanding why it had to be so SHORT and why every scene is paced like lightning.

ALSO: a couple of lines from the trailers that people really loved are not in the movie at all!?!?!?!?!?! I WAS APPALLED. WHAT HAPPENED THERE? WAS THE SCENE CUT OR DID THEY JUST RECORD LINES WITHOUT SCENES ATTACHED SPECIFICALLY FOR THE TRAILER????? (I will also list these below!)

All in all, I do want to be clear that I am NOT majorly disappointed! A little disappointed, sure, but I'm still smiling thinking back on the movie and I don't regret seeing it at all! I think people will enjoy it a lot if they just manage their expectations going in!!! But yeah...I think there's going to be a LOT of "fix-it fic" that comes out of this movie, whether that's people elaborating on the scenes or simply writing a better, longer, more emotionally resonant version of the plot (which honestly I might dabble in, LOL)

AND NOW LET'S GET INTO ACTUAL SPOILERS

FIRST, MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION: DO MARIO AND LUIGI GET TO HUG WHEN THEY REUNITE????? SCROLL DOWN TO FIND OUT

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THEY DO!!! AND IT'S THE BEST

I'm not even joking, it's my favorite moment of the movie by far, absolutely no contest, would watch it 1,000+ times on repeat and die happy, LOL. It comes and goes quickly like all things in this movie does but they DO get a few beats to themselves and just - their faces!!!! their body language!!!! THE RELIEF AND HAPPINESS AND LOVE FOR EACH OTHER IS SO PALPABLE, JUST IN ALL THE LITTLE WAYS THEY REACT AND TOUCH EACH OTHER!!! I would have to see it again to really get all the little details, I'm sure I missed things in the moment, but the highlights are Mario cupping Luigi's face in both hands REALLY sweetly and also going in for a second quick hug where he lifts Luigi off the ground. And then there is some light ribbing from Luigi about what the heck he's wearing (he's still in the Tanooki powerup!) XD

Unfortunately, no one cries or gets teary (at least not that I noticed? I could be wrong and there was a super quick moment of it) but other than that, it was truly a lovely, little moment and this what I cared most about in the movie by far, SO I CAN REST EASY NOW. I think I saw someone say "I want their reunion hug to be good enough that it's featured in ALL Mario & Luigi hug compilations" and ohhhh, trust me, it WILL be!

(If you are curious about context for their reunion, here you go: there is unfortunately no jailbreak or anything like that, Luigi is still in jail when Bowser decides to SACRIFICE ALL HIS PRISONERS BY DROPPING THEM, CAGE AND ALL, INTO LAVA to prove his love for Peach!?!?! Peach herself manages to temporarily stop the cages from lowering but then Luigi is the lowest hanging cage and basically gets most of his cage EATEN AWAY BY LAVA but manages to crawl out and try to escape, only to fall! BUT THIS IS WHEN MARIO IS FIRST GETTING THE TANOOKI POWERUP AT THE SAME TIME AND HE SWOOPS IN AND SAVES HIM, IT IS GREAT AND SUPRISINGLY TENSE)

I will get into more detail about the rest tomorrow in a follow-up post when it's not almost 4:30 in the morning, but here are some more spoilers/things I liked or didn't like!

LIKED:

Pretty much everything in Brooklyn! I will write a more specific list tomorrow of all the sweet Mario & Luigi stuff but it is all EXTREMELY good, to the point that I started to actively dread the separation :(

PEACH GETTING CAPTURED AND GOING THROUGH WITH A WEDDING TO BOWSER TO SAVE HER PEOPLE BUT THEN KICKING ASS AND TAKING NAMES ALL BY HERSELF???? SHE SAVES HERSELF, NO MARIO NEEDED, AND IT'S FANTASTIC AND UNEXPECTED

Mario and DK's rivalry is SO juvenile but SO funny. All their little sniping at each other is cute XD

Bowser is also SO funny??? Everything with him pining after Peach and his SONG and all of his minions being EXTREMELY confused about his plan made me laugh more than anything else (BIG Mario Odyssey visual references for the wedding, btw XD)

I'M SORRY, I GOTTA SAY IT AGAIN....JUST MARIO AND LUIGI IN GENERAL. EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM. THEY ARE PERFECT LITTLE MEN WHO LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH. ALSO, VINDICATION FOR ME BECAUSE WHAT MARIO SAYS TO LUIGI IN THE WARP PIPE IS "nothing can hurt us as long as we're together" (which is then repeated later at a critical moment) and nobody believed me that he was saying that but he IS!!!!!!! I KNEW IT

The whole "why is Peach the only human here?" question getting EXPLORED???? AND SHE HAS A BACKSTORY WHERE SHE ESSENTIALLY IS FROM MARIO & LUIGI'S WORLD AND WAS FOUND AND RAISED BY THE TOADS???? It was VERY interesting and i was EXTREMELY intrigued

Stuff that was disappointing:

There was essentially nothing about Mario and Peach and Toad's teamup & journey that you didn't already see in the trailers/TV spots :( There's maybe a COUPLE of cute, new lines but that's it.

Other scenes where you basically saw it all if you saw the trailers/TV spots - the fire flower fields scene (other than Peach's backstory! But no more talking about Luigi from Mario, waaah), the Bowser + Luigi interrogation (a tiny bit more to it but barely anything and they do not directly interact again, SORRY FANS OF THEM), Luigi in the Dark Lands, and the threesome traveling to different lands. :(

THE LINES "I'm not afraid! I'd do anything for my brother" and "I hope you told your brother how much you loved him because you're probably not gonna see him ever again" ARE NOT IN THE MOVIE (UNLESS I BLACKED OUT OR WAS DISTRACTED AND MISSED THEM) AND THAT IS ACTUALLY A CRIME!!!!!! I AM GENUINELY KIND OF UPSET ABOUT THIS AND DEMAND MORE INFO. HOW THEY COULD RECORD THE FIRST LINE IN PARTICULAR AND NOT INCLUDE IT???? SHAME, SHAME, SHAME

Again, just....a lack of characters getting to have conversations/connections in general. Mario and Luigi's relationship and closeness is the only one that you really BELIEVE. Mario and Peach just don't get time to TALK, and neither do Mario and Toad. Honestly, Mario and DK's relationship felt more fleshed out in the end, and even that was just by a tiny bit.

Speaking of...no Mario + Peach romance in the least, sorry. :( They get ONE scene where DK makes fun of Mario for "flirting" with her but that's basically it. They don't even really get a scene with any romantic undertones other than just general smiling/warmth at each other?

ALSO: no Rosalina, no Daisy, no Wario/Waluigi, no Bowser Jr or the Koopalings, no real cameos of any sort that I picked up on EXCEPT you do see King Boo and some other notable villains at Bowser and Peach's wedding, which was neat! But Daisyyyyyyy. ;____;

Lumalee literally plays NO actual role in the movie and there is no sacrifice for a 1-up or anything like that. The character is just there to be morbid comic relief, which is kind of a letdown!

I HAVE TO SLEEP NOW, but quick thing about the ending (I will elaborate in another post) - the final battle is truly BONKERS. It's NOT a classic Mario VS Bowser battle at all, which is what I originally wanted, but jury's still out on whether I liked it or not? Will have to sleep on it. XD

WILL FOLLOW UP WITH ANOTHER POST TOMORROW WHEN I'M NOT ACTIVELY FALLING ASLEEP

[ndlesswoods]

SPOILER first thoughts on SGE film pt 1

this will be in bullet point but will be quite wordy, and it's just part 1. also not proofread so fair warning! first time giving Actual Opinions and it's just me spitballing but anyone can take it as they wish

listened to the first 4 songs on the OST when it was released, and after watching the movie, the OST still SLAPS

brutal, however, does not slap. as much as I love olivia rodrigo, brutal did not need to be there. and when the ending was okay, the accompanying modern music definitely ruined the okayness. couldn’t stand the credits and I watched all of it hshshsjks

costumes overall are so good. some were questionable (that initial theory that Agatha's poofy pink-purple dress in the trial by tale was early on in the movie and that it represented her not fitting into good that well yet? I believed that, and yea I don’t think it's symbolising anything now), choices in the makeup department are also questionable (hello Sophie nude lip, cannot get over you + never!Tedros facial scars??) - but overall, loved them I swear. Beatrix and Millicent were my favourites

somehow the characters were more… underdeveloped in the movie than they were in the books. a typical and forgivable choice yes, but why add new *characters* for certain one-liners when you could’ve just given them to the existing, underdeveloped ones?? (Chaddick, hi, I’m so sorry. you too Reena, Anadil)

uhhhh story progression. or rather, story fragments they chose to take away that I find are actually important to understand the twist later on? i.e. the whole nemesis thing and the Good and Evil rules. - like yes I totally get that they wanted to be subtle, that they wanted the viewers to be like “oh wow I totally forgot about that” but MAN. people will not remember smth that just seems like ordinary Dovey Being Good. and the nemesis dreams & symptoms weren’t even mentioned! from a non-fan’s perspective, that one wart was nothing. I dunno I dunno but the impact just wasn’t there

speaking of important lines. actually so disappointed “you were beautiful all along” didn’t make it. I understand why they didn’t dwell on it as it would make the [already 2.5hr long] movie dragging but there probably was some other way that I cannot cite right now

that said, I guess they really wanted to shift the message of the books? from messages about inner beauty and breaking standards, it’s really now focused on their friendship and that gray area between good and evil. which is nice in its own way

hahaaaa I did expect that a lot of class scenes would be cut, but erm. we literally only get 3 classes, and one wasn’t that useful. really thought they’d change the coffin scene into smth else that conveyed the message but guess not. again, dragging movie concerns

how could I forget the point of Sophie being Evil. or was she really? Gavaldon Sophie wasn’t that bad. in fact, she seemed like every other teenage girl until she came to the school. her Evil started to show there at least, esp in Room 66 - but that full 180 with Hester. I did not like that. how did they go from Sophie almost killing both Hester and her demon to Hester suddenly being okay with a truce through facials?? just because Sophie got a haircut?? and started being… less princess-looking? please

I’m aware I’m being too critical and nitpicky now so here are some things I liked

I've mentioned the OST and the costumes BUT OH the set! we've seen it all in stills and trailers but it really is as magical <3 kudos to the set design & production team!!!

Gregor Charming. cute. when I saw/heard his name, I remembered seeing it on the OST but I hadn’t listened to it yet. I liked the short character buildup, comedic timings and all, and actually showing the viewers how messed up the school can be with his “expulsion”. also it makes the whole Tedros killing the just-mogrified stymph even more jarring for Agatha

Tagatha! adorable babies. I liked their friendship. definitely the same, if not a little more than what was shown in the books. you can really see how Agatha gets comfortable with him, as does Tedros - cute inside jokes. love that. AND A KISS - I cackled when Tedros said he loved Agatha at the ball. It was a very book!Tedros move and I approve

Trial by Tale was fair. it’s made more minor and more swift but the point was taken across

Anemone's more complex personality and background BIG YES! You go Michelle Yeoh

I also liiiiked The Never Ball! Sophie turning up as a hag, the whole Nevers become Evers and vice versa, and the fight that broke out between the schools. Very nice, very good, and the modern music here was g

the whole cast really, but Sofia Wylie and Kerry Washington in particular. I love them. The way they portrayed Agatha and Dovey was straight out of the book imo, but they made it their own at the same time. Obsessed.

can't think of anything else atm bc I went out and am tired as heck but would rate 7/10! enjoyed it well minus the qualms I mentioned that's it for now? will make a pt 2 when I've really processed everything tomorrow

[the-iron-tipped-quill]

I don’t have a title for this so uhhhh call it whatever you want

WE HAVE ANOTHER STORY THIS ONE IS REALLY ONLY FOR ONE PERSON TO SEE SO UHHH FUCK

anyways I wrote a story about my vtuber giving a history lesson because she is in lore a history teacher

to be tagged (my sillies): @chandeliermichel @bluebeepboop @aliceslimegirlsupreme @steamfunkoo7 @spookychan360

divider credits to samspenandsword and saradika

As usual writing under the cut and besides that no content warnings this time it’s just a short and sweet history lesson! please enjoy and if anything at all is unclear feel free to message me about it

I awoke with a gasp. I felt like I had just been pulled through shards of glass. 

“It’s freezing out here, but I was just… I was just teaching a lesson…” I said, trying to adjust my head. “Ancestors above… This isn’t the institute.”

I looked around where I was. It seemed like an alleyway of some kind. I pulled myself to my feet and dusted my uniform off. 

“Lady Astrid really likes these white uniforms, but they stain so easily…” I said, sighing slightly. 

“I don’t think this is anywhere near the institute, or even close to it.” 

I found a long abandoned coat off to the side, I slung it on and began to search for a clothing store of some variety. 

I walked for about 10 minutes before I found a store I could work with. I pulled an outfit together to keep my disguise up. 

I paid for my outfit and left. Walking out I tried to assess my current situation. I seemed to have gone back in time. I assume a student just messed up a spell and sent me back. An honest mistake that will be punished upon my return. However… I am not above having a little bit of fun while I am away from the Institute. 

“Ancestors above us all, give me some guidance.” I mumbled to myself. 

I strolled around trying to figure out where I was to no avail. I remain lost now I suppose. 

“Damnit. ”

I tried to remember what was happening at the institute before I appeared here. 

“Welcome to Ancestor history. I’ll be your teacher for the foreseeable future. I am Lady Astra Vox, Daughter of Miss Melodie Vox.” 

“How many of you come from families blessed by the ancestors?” I asked, looking out at my class. Looking for any sign of a reply. 

A smaller girl raised her hand. “My family is blessed by Lady Vivian, the ancestor of healing.” 

“Wonderful, and may I have your name?” I asked, smiling at her. 

“Lena Iori!” She said cheerfully. 

“Anyone else?” 

A boy on the taller side raised his hand, he avoided eye contact with me as he spoke, “My family name is blessed by the Lady of Knowledge.” 

“Ancestor Noel! A rare blessing. My congratulations to you!” I said cheerfully. 

“For those still unaware of the great system of the ancestors, allow me to explain the basics.”

I wove a pattern of starlight across the board. Separating it into tiers. 

“At the top of the 3 tiers, we have the true ancestors. The Lady of death, The Creator, and The Lord of Life.”

I watched as Lena’s hand shot up, and I called on her. 

“Where does The Prince of Reincarnation fall?” 

“The Prince counts as a secondary to the Lord, so he falls under his title.” 

Lena seemed satisfied with that answer, and I continued with the next tier. 

“The second tier is The 14 Ancestors. The best example of them is right at this academy! Lord and Lady Aiyana are both ancestors with many accomplishments under their names. A few more well known ancestors to the general public would have to be the Vox sisters. Miss Melodie Vox is a well known singer, while Lilith Vox is a well known designer. Most of the ancestors remain living in isolation. The Lord of War and The Lady of Healing live isolated from the world together.”

I shifted the weaving to the bottom tier, before I started talking again. 

“The final tier, False Ancestors. The False Ancestors outnumber the other tiers by a lot. Almost of them are imprisoned within a realm known as the Aether.” I said, weaving the starlight to resemble an infinitely shifting maze of cells. “There are a handful of false ancestors who have made deals with mages to be a familiar for them. A very well known case would have to be Elise Grayson, The Archivist of Time. A deal with the King of the Aether itself. Theres Maria Archaic, who has the power of Yurika, former ancestor of truth and lies. The powers of the false ancestors are strong, but you need to be able to control the power they give you.”

A student in the back raised his hand slowly. 

“Yes? You in the back?” 

“My grandfather had a deal with a false ancestor. I think it was the ancestor of navigation?”

“Interesting… Has this blessing gone down  to your generation?” 

“Not to me, it went to my brother instead.” 

“Ah, my deepest apologies.” I said, returning to my explanation. 

“This is not counting all the mages who work for the Ancestors of any Tier. Those who work for the Lady of Death are known as Sinworkers. The Lord of Life has his Empress, and the Creator has their Priestess. Miss Izumi Mika. Quite the woman to meet.” I said, pausing for a moment to catch my breath. “I have had the pleasure to meet all of these people in my life time. I wish that upon all of you as well. Strike up conversation with mages from all places. Promise me that much.”

After about another 40 minutes of teaching, I sighed. “Class Dismissed.” 

I packed up my stuff, walking down the institute halls, hearing the sound of my heels clicking on the floor echoing. 

“There she is! I’ve been looking for you Astra!” I heard a voice say from behind me. 

I turned my head, smiling as I realized who it was. “Cassian! A wonderful surprise!”

He caught up with me. I smiled at him as I adjusted my rings. 

He pulled me into his arms, kissing me quickly. 

“We really are no better than the students we teach here. Kissing in the hallways between classes?” Cassian said, poking fun at the two of us. 

“Ancestors above Cassian. You are an absolute idiot sometimes. We’ve been dating since we came to the institute Freshman year.” I reminded him, sighing as I watched his face fall. 

“I knew that…” He said bashfully. 

“Sure you did.” I said, dusting his uniform off. “Don’t you have a class now? Go. Hurry up if you can.” I said smiling as we walked off together. 

We split up as I headed back to my office, entering it to a visitor.

“Miss Mika! A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one! How are you?” 

“I am quite well, how are you? It’s been some time since my last visit.” 

“I’ve been well, I just spoke of you in my lesson today actually. Eventually I’d like to have you speak to them. I hope that’s okay with you Mika?” 

“Oh of course. Let me know when and I’ll be there.”

I shook my head back to reality. I need to find a way back home to the institute.

[hwangcore]

dream lover — h.hj

warnings: SMUT, lots of kissing because i have a problem, vaginal fingering, an excessive amount of pet names bc i’m also a soft bitch, lowkey corruption of a plushie (i am so sorry), unprotected sex/coming inside (please do not do this at home), hints at dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk bc hyunjin is Filthy, uhhhh i think that’s it but lemme know if i missed something?

wc: 3.2k

note: so. this is what i have been working on for like a week now <3 originally it was supposed to be much, much longer but i simply could not bare to work on it anymore so . here she is. i’ve kinda worked on it sporadically so if there are parts that don’t flow or make sense no there aren’t <33 enjoy!

Even though you’d been with Hyunjin for almost six months now, you swore you could never get tired of kissing him. His lips were so perfectly plump and soft, and he knew exactly what to do with his mouth to have you weak in the knees.

Guess it’s a good thing I’m not standing, you thought distantly.

You weren’t exactly sure how long you and Hyunjin had been lounging around in your bed, him leaning back against the headboard and you in his lap, kissing each other like your lives depended on it. But as he pulled you closer to him without breaking the kiss, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, you almost couldn’t be bothered to care.

“Love your lips, angel,” he murmured between kisses. “would kiss them all day if you’d let me.”

“Oh yeah?” Hyunjin moved to start kissing along your jaw and down your neck, giving the both of you a much needed breather. You buried your fingers in his dark hair, tugging on the strands gently whenever he came across a particularly sensitive spot. He’d been growing it for a while now, the ends almost reaching his shoulders, and you weren’t complaining in the slightest. “Mm, if we could I’d let you in a heartbeat.”

Hyunjin pulled away from your neck to look up at you with a pout. “Then what’s stopping us?”

You snorted, leaning down to peck his pouty bottom lip, which he used to turn into a kiss so thorough you almost forgot what you were going to say. “The fact that we should be using our time more productively, for one.”

“Kissing can be productive!” You raised a brow at him silently. “Doesn’t it burn like, two or three calories a minute or something?”

You patted his cheek. “Something like that.”

“So let’s start exercising!” Hyunjin dived back into your neck, placing feather light kisses all over it and making you giggle at the ticklish feeling.

“C’mon Jinnie,” You sounded breathless when he finally pulled away. “Let’s do something tonight, I’m tired of staying in all the time.”

While it may have been a slight exaggeration (you didn’t really stay in all the time), there was no doubt that you and your boyfriend were a more introverted couple. Most nights the two of you opted to stay in one of your apartments, usually yours (because Hyunjin seemed to like being surrounded by pink, and pastels, and everything you). And while you enjoyed being alone with your boyfriend for hours on end, along with lots of privacy since your roommate was hardly ever home, you were desperate to go out and actually do something.

“Hmm,” Hyunjin thought for a moment before his eyes lit up. “Oh! I think Jisung’s having a party tonight, we could go to that?”

You immediately stiffened up in his hold. “On second thought, let’s stay in after all. I think I have some popcorn if you wanted to-“

“Baby come onnnn,” Hyunjin whined. “Why don’t you wanna meet my friends? And don’t even try to deny it.” He pinched your hip softly when you opened your mouth, presumably to come up with a lame excuse. “You just said you wanted to go out. What’s wrong with going to Jisung’s party?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” You mumbled, looking down and playing with one of the strings of his hoodie. “I just- I don’t know. I’m not really a party person. And I do want to meet your friends, but just the thought of it makes me nervous. What if I say something dumb? Or do something wrong? Or what if they just don’t like me? And then they might want you to break up with me and-“

“Woah, woah, baby calm down.” Hyunjin interrupted you. “So what if you do something stupid when you meet them? We’re all human, and you’re allowed to make mistakes. And who on earth wouldn’t like you, of all people?” His arms tightened around you, pulling you up against his chest and allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and if, for some crazy reason, my friends don’t absolutely adore you, then…” he shrugged. “Sucks to be them, I guess. Not all of us can have the best girlfriend in the world.”

You smacked his arm with barely any force behind it. “Shut up, you’re so embarrassing.”

“Wow,” He gasped. “Here I am, trying to reassure my silly little girlfriend and what does she do? Slap me and call me embarrassing.”

You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “You really think they’ll like me?”

“I know they will, baby. Ten bucks says you and Felix become best friends instantly.” Hyunjin pecked your forehead.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.” You pressed a kiss to his pulse. “I might still need some convincing to meet them.”

“Oh yeah?” Hyunjin’s hand drifted up your back to tangle in your hair, and suddenly his grip was tight, pulling your head back so he could see your face. He kissed your lips softly. “Guess I’ll just have to make it worth it, won’t I?”

The slight stinging sensation on your scalp paired with his soft lips moving down to kiss along your neck and up to suck on your jaw made you whimper. “Please, Jinnie.”

He pulled away with a wet sound, no doubt leaving the beginnings of a sizable mark, right where everyone could see. “What should I do baby? Hm? What can I do to convince you?”

“Anything,” You tried grinding down against him, but his hands were suddenly on your hips, gripping them so tight you couldn’t move an inch.

“You sure about that honey? I can do anything?”

“Just-“ Not being able to move and get the friction you so desperately wanted was making you frustrated. “Stop teasing and f-fuck me already!”

“Fuck you?” Hyunjin raised a brow, unimpressed. “I don’t know…” He took one hand off your hip and grabbed your jaw, making your lips pucker out ever so slightly. “I don’t know if little girls who start demanding things deserve to get their cunts fucked.”

Normally you’d be all for letting him take complete control and throwing you around anyway he pleased, but for some reason at that moment it just didn’t feel right. You wanted him to fuck you, and maybe be a litte rough, yes. But not to the point where it made you feel like he’d forgotten he loved you.

“Jinnie,” your voice was high and breathless. “Please, not-not today.”

Hyunjin’s eyes softened, as did his grip on you. He moved his hand to caress your cheek. “You okay, pretty girl?”

You nodded as you shuffled closer to him. “Yeah. Just want you today, is all.” You mumbled, suddenly shy.

He knew exactly what you meant, because of course he did. “Just want me?” Hyunjin kissed from your cheekbone down to your lips. “My baby just wants me to take care of her? Fuck her so good she doesn’t worry about anything but my cock? Is that it?”

You nodded eagerly and leaned in to connect your lips in a deep kiss once again, moaning softly as you felt his hand make its way under the shirt, that was actually one of his, that you were wearing. He cupped your breast and squeezed it gently, brushing his thumb across your nipple, and you couldn't stop yourself letting out a small squeak.

You could feel the corner of Hyunjin’s mouth lift in what you knew was a smirk, and you pulled back with a small frown.

“What?”

Hyunjin bit his slightly swollen bottom lip. “Nothing, nothing.” He started pulling up your shirt, letting out a soft groan when it was pushed over your chest, exposing your breasts to his hungry eyes.

“Then why’re you laughing?” You whined as he began to leave soft pecks around your nipple.

“Because,” Hyunjin flicked his tongue against the nub, reveling in your sharp inhale at the action. “My darling is so,” a small kiss to your left breast. “fucking,” another to the right one. “cute.” and he lifted his head to press a final kiss on your lips, looking up at you with a grin. “My cute little baby, hm?”

“Yeah,” You breathed, burying your hands in his hair and tugging him closer to your chest. “Yours, just yours.”

“Mine.” He groaned, pulling your hips down to grind against his bulge and letting his head fall back at the sweet pressure. After a few minutes of mindless grinding, Hyunjin slid his hand around to give your ass an appreciative squeeze before patting it lightly. “Fuck, I-“ He swallowed, looking up at you with hazy eyes. “C’mon baby, up. Wanna get you ready for my cock.”

You and Hyunjin switched places, with you lying back against your pillows and him kneeling in front of your legs. His fingers trailed up, up, up, until they reached the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down to reveal your lacy blue panties.

He glanced up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Put these on just for me, huh?”

You looked away with a flush and began to mess with the hem of his shirt you were wearing. “Who else would I be wearing them for, Chaeryeong?”

As he took the shirt’s hem from your hands and pushed it up once again to rest over your chest, not even bothering to take it off all the way, Hyunjin made a face. “Don’t mention your roommate when we’re about to have sex.”

You swallowed the remark you were about to make, your mouth suddenly dry as he leaned down and began to leave wet kisses all along your inner thighs. He continued up to your hip bone, leaving a trail of small teeth marks where he couldn’t resist biting down on the flesh, as well as small patches of spit that were beginning to cool.

With one last kiss to the spot just above your pantyline, Hyunjin glanced up at you. “You doing okay baby? You’re awful quiet up there.”

“Yeah, yeah. ‘M good, promise.” If he decided to stop now, you were sure you would scream.

Seemingly able to sense your increasing lack of patience though, Hyunjin merely grinned at you before ducking back down and pulling your panties off, lightly kissing and sucking on the newly revealed skin.

Once they were fully discarded, he brushed his fingers along your folds, letting out a heavy breath once he felt just how wet you were. “Fuck, darling…”

“Baby, c’mon,” You whimpered. The feeling of him touching you so lightly was driving you crazy.

“Sorry, honey, sorry.” He wasn’t, and you both knew it. “Fingers or mouth, angel?”

“Just- Just fingers today, please.”

Hyunjin shuffled up the bed until you were face to face, with him pressed up tight against your side and propping himself up with one arm as he leaned down to connect your lips.

“Of course,” He murmured between kisses. “Anything for my polite girl.”

He continued to stroke your folds up and down, adding a bit more pressure each time, until he finally eased a finger inside. Even though it was slightly muffled by his lips, your moan at finally, finally, having something inside you still rang out loudly through the otherwise silent room.

Hyunjin pulled back with a nip to your bottom lip, his hand still moving and stretching you out. “Feels good, huh sweet girl?”

“Yeah, yes, yes. Please, please more.”

“So greedy and desperate.” Hyunjin sighed, but still added another finger as he reconnected your lips. Hyunjin curled his fingers upwards, thrusting them in and out and your hand flew up to grip Hyunjin’s arm, heat already curling deep within your gut from being pent up for so long.

“You close baby? Gonna cum all over my fingers so you’re nice and ready for my cock? Huh, baby?”

“Hyunjin, Hyunjin, fuck Hyunjin.” His thumb had started to rub your clit, and your mind was focused on nothing but how his fingers were so long, and nimble, and how they felt so good stretching you out and rubbing against places you never seemed to be able to reach on your own. “Wanna cum, please, please, wanna cum so bad.”

“Go ahead honey,” He started kissing along your cheek softly. “Cum for me, now.”

Like your body was waiting for his permission, you finally snapped. Your pussy clenched and gushed around his fingers, and Hyunjin was once again reminded of how much he loved making you feel good.

“Okay, baby? Are you feeling alright?” He asked once you’d come down from your high.

“Mhm, I-“ You took a deep breath. “I’m okay.”

“Good.” He pecked your lips and slowly pulled his fingers out, letting out a quiet groan when he saw how wet they were. “I swear you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Hey, no dying yet.” You tugged on his hoodie. “You still have to fuck me.”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows rose. “You still want me to?”

“Well…yeah.” You started nibbling on your bottom lip, suddenly unsure. “I mean, unless you don’t want to-“

He cut you off with a kiss, licking across your lips until you opened your mouth for him, letting out a soft moan when he began to suck on your tongue. When he eventually pulled away with a soft smacking sound, his cheeks were flushed a light pink. “Baby, if I ever don’t want to fuck you just take me to the hospital, because clearly something is wrong with me.”

“You’re so silly,” You giggled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Now how do you want me?”

You let Hyunjin move you into the position he wanted, which ended up being you on your stomach with a pillow under your hips. As he was kissing up your back, you realized you still had his shirt on, though it wasn’t covering much seeing as it was pushed all the way up to just under your arms.

“Do you want me to take this off?” You began to lift yourself up so you could strip fully, but Hyunjin’s hands were suddenly on your wrists, successfully keeping you pinned.

“Nah,” He’d made his way up your back and was now kissing, biting, and sucking all across your neck. “Wanna fuck you in it, make sure you’re surrounded by nothing but me.” He punctuated his words with an extra hash bite to the sensitive skin just below your ear.

You swear you’d never felt so turned on in your life.

Somewhere between him releasing your wrists so his hands could grope all over your body and marking up your neck so much you knew you’d probably have to buy some more concealer, Hyunjin had rid himself of his clothes, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your hips from side to side in anticipation.

Hyunjin let out a quiet laugh, mumbling something that sounded like “Cute,” before one hand was digging into the left side of your ass, squeezing and pulling it to the side so you were spread out for him while the other aligned his cock with your entrance.

“You ready doll?”

You nodded your head rapidly as you grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be the sushi cat plushie Hyunjin had gotten you on your first date, and hugging it to your chest. “‘M ready, ‘m so ready.”

His hand flexed, squeezing tighter for a moment, before he started pushing in. Once he was buried to the hilt, you both let out a breath, overwhelmed by the feeling of being connected so deeply.

“Jinnie,” You whined, high pitched and needy. “You feel-feel so good.”

“Already, sweetheart?” Hyunjin gripped your hips tight. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Can’t- Can’t help it,” You hiccuped.

“Okay darling, I’ll stop teasing.” He finally began to move his hips, thrusting shallowly at first. “My sweet thing just needs me to fuck her. Just needs my cock in her pretty cunt.”

His voice had gone breathless, and that paired with the way his thrusts had started to get rough but were still so, so deep, had you burying your face in your plushie to muffle your pathetic whimpering.

“Uh, uh,” Hyunjin tutted, slowing down. “Don’t hide that gorgeous face from me angel. Let me see you and hear those pretty moans.”

You turned your head to look at him, teary-eyed. “But it’s-“ You sniffed, trying to catch your breath. “It’s embarrassing, Jinnie.”

“Its fucking hot, is what it is.” Hyunjin surprised you with a sudden thrust, more forceful than the rest, and you let out a small yelp as the head of his cock rubbed up against your sweet spot. “Right there, honey? Huh? Is that it?”

Any previous thoughts of being quiet flew out of your head as Hyunjin quite literally fucked you dumb.

“Jinnie, Jinnie, oh, fuck fuck fuck, Jinnie!” Your grip on Sushi Cat grew tighter, desperately needing something to ground yourself as your boyfriend kept fucking his cock into you so perfectly. The pleasure was unrelentless.

“Angel, fuck,” Hyunjin moaned as you started clenching tighter, edging closer and closer to your second release. “You feel so fucking good darling. Never- fuck- never wanna stop fucking you. Could spend the rest of my life buried inside this perfect pussy.”

“Jinnie I- fuck can I-can I cum? Please, please can I cum?”

“Fuck, yeah baby, yeah you can cum.” He pulled your hips up higher and reached around to stroke your clit. “Come on angel face, cum all over me. Make a mess on my cock.”

His words and the stimulation were enough to push you over the edge, cumming with a loud cry of his name.

Hyunjin only managed a few more thrusts before he buried himself in you as deep as he could get and cumming with a low moan of his own.

Several moments went by with your heavy breathing being the only sound in your room, before Hyunjin finally spoke.

“I swear every time we do that it gets better.” He leaned down to press kisses to the side of your face.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, content to lay there and bask in the affection he was giving you whilst still being plugged up by his cock. “that was…really good.”

Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You ready for me to pull out?”

“Mm, sure go ahead.”

He slowly pulled out, and you made sure to tip your hips up so as not to let his cum spill out and make an even bigger mess on your bed.

“Well that’s a sight I could certainly get used to.”

“Jinnie c’mon,” You groaned as his fingers ghosted over your well used pussy. “Wanna get cleaned up and this position isn’t very comfortable.”

Hyunjin scooped you up, carrying you bridal style out of your bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. “That’s not what you were saying the other day when I had you in that position.”

You glared up at him from where you were resting your head on his shoulder. “If I had any energy left I’d smack you.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I fucked it all out of you, hm?” He grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before setting you down on the counter while he went to turn on the shower.

And later, after you’d both put on some clothes fresh out of the dryer and cleaned everything up, as you were watching Pride and Prejudice for the third time and cuddling on the couch, Hyunjin tightened his arms around you and pecked your cheek. “So about Jisung’s party…”

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Chapter Twelve

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

A/n: heyooooo!! I am very happy to be posting this in full. I almost broke the chapter up because I didn't think that all the parts would be ready. As we move forward, please let me know if you prefer long chapters less frequently or short chapters more frequently. Maybe it won't be a problem at all, but I'm starting school again so I'm worried about managing my free time. We're not caught up to what's written yet but we might be soon *cue JAWS theme*

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*cue Looney Tunes theme* Th-th-th-th-that's all, folks. Thank you for reading and enjoy the update! ^_^

Warnings: language, gun violence/blood...I think that's the only real warning but uhhhh......buckle up....

Word count: 8K

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Yoongi woke up extra early the following morning. Ever since he had felt you so close to him, he felt like every nerve in his body was a livewire. Seeing the life within you and witnessing the depth of your strength in such small and intimate ways was one thing. Maybe, at first, he could have blamed his protective energy on his profession. You needed his tenderness and care and he was more than willing to give it. But this–this was something different. These weren’t just tender, warm, melt-inside-you kind of emotions. These were burning and aching, wanting to taste the salt of your skin emotions that Yoongi had never known before. If he had convinced himself before that his feelings for you amounted to fondness only, he was now acutely aware of what a shallow attempt it was to placate the ferocity of his desire. How was he going to contain himself in your presence knowing now what it feels like to have the curve of your ass press against him as you wiggle against Jimin unconsciously? How had he survived dinner last night, with you so close to him, knowing how much of you he wanted? And knowing that he would give even more of himself, give himself a hundred times over, to have you in his arms? 

Yoongi wondered if you were still sleeping. His thoughts carelessly wandered away from him and into your bed where you’d let him press against you once again, moving hair away from your ear so he could whisper all the secrets of his heart to you and press his lips against your neck. He knew you needed your space. He knew you needed to invite him in. He knew he would never push you past what you were comfortable with, but if you would, if you could let him in, he knew what he’d find in your arms, what you were both looking for and what he hoped you might feel with him…home.

“Thinking about Val?” Jungkook called out.

Yoongi didn’t even realize he had made it to the kitchen, didn’t even see Namjoon and Jungkook at the breakfast table, sitting close with legs intertwined, clearly sharing an intimate moment that Yoongi had interrupted.

“Sorry,” Yoongi mumbled, reaching for the coffee. Namjoon scooted closer to Jungkook, pulling him on the side so that he could rest his head on his shoulder. Jungkook smiled and kissed the top of his head. They weren’t a couple that often displayed their affection. Not like Hoseok and Seokjin who were nearly inseparable. Namjoon valued personal space and privacy too much. Jungkook and Namjoon had separate rooms, though they were next to each other, but even still Jungkook occasionally would skip the comfort of his bed to sleep outside by the pool on cool nights. Jungkook liked his freedom and Namjoon respected that. Having an open relationship worked well for both of them.  

Yoongi was one of the rare people, even within Bangtan’s inner circle, who Namjoon felt comfortable showing his attachment to Jungkook. They had grown up together as kids, Yoongi suffering the same control issues from his father that Namjoon did his. They had also lost both of their fathers the same night several years ago; an event that left Namjoon in charge and many people within the organization feeling bewildered but relieved. Neither of them talked about their past much. There wasn’t a need to. They understood each other, they trusted each other, and that was enough. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” Namjoon said, letting Jungkook wrap his arm around him and trace designs into his shoulder. “We were thinking about her too.”

“Everyone’s thinking about her,” Yoongi acknowledged, swirling his coffee idly even though there was no cream in it.

“That’s probably true,” Namjoon agreed.

“She’s sexy,” Jungkook admitted, no hint of shame in his face.

Namjoon hummed, “That’s definitely true.”

Yoongi wondered if he should feel jealous of these men who could easily talk about how sexy you were. But the truth was, he understood it. He couldn’t blame them for wanting you in the exact way he did. Though he wondered, maybe selfishly, if anyone else experienced the same degree of torrid longing he did.

“I don’t want to scare her,” Yoongi sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. “I’m afraid of how much I want her.”

Namjoon leaned away from Jungkook, considering his friend carefully, “Have you ever had sexual feelings before, hyung?”

“I thought so,” Yoongi shook his head. “It wasn’t like this. It was never like this.”

There was a girl in college that he enjoyed. But that was it. He enjoyed her. He was happy with her, but he was happy without her. When they had slept together, it was nice, but Yoongi didn’t feel any great desire for it. He didn’t mind meeting her needs, but sex and attraction just weren’t that interesting to him.

Yoongi took another long sip of his coffee, contemplating how overwhelming it might be for you not only to receive his affection, but the affections of every man in Bangtan. What would it take for you to accept that seven different men would do anything for you? How could he or anyone convince you that every part of you was worth being accepted and cherished and praised and adored and loved?

But with you, just holding your hand was enough to keep Yoongi awake for hours at night, “It’s hard to hold myself back.”

Jungkook puffed out a laugh, “If by ‘hold yourself back’ you mean you want to stare at her like a lost puppy dog and not like some kind of wild animal that is going to mount her and breed her for your own pleasure, then I think you’re fine.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “Not everyone is as kinky as we are, Jungkook.”

Yoongi hoped his friends didn’t catch the shiver that ran down his spine at the suggestion.

“I’m just saying you come across as kind and patient and maybe a little mopey and everyone knows you’re in love with her, but you don’t come across as intense as you make yourself sound,” Jungkook explained. 

“Val will make her own decisions,” Namjoon advised. “The members will support what she wants.”

“We lost him again,” Jungkook mumbled with a nudge to Namjoon, who smiled light-heartedly at his lover.

“Sorry,” Yoongi repeated. “I was just thinking about how hard it will be for her to accept that we genuinely care about her.”

“I know,” Namjoon nodded. “But she’ll make that discovery in her own time. We know how special she is, so she’ll see it too. Even if she’ll need our help pointing it out to her.”

“She doesn’t even have to be with me, I just want her to be happy,” Yoongi’s vision blurred with his admission, but no tears fell. As far as he was concerned, you didn’t have to be with anyone from Bangtan as long as you learned to love yourself the way you deserved to be loved.

What she wants. 

“Her wound is looking good and she’s getting stronger every day. I think some light exercise will be good for her.”

Yoongi realized there was something you wanted desperately and while he couldn’t offer it to you, he knew someone who could, “Jungkook, do you think you could teach Val some low-impact exercises?”

“She’s cleared for training?” Jungkook asked, surprised.

Yoongi thought back to how your shirt lifted as you snuggled against Jimin, your caramel skin exposed and allowing him to catch a glimpse of the way his stitches were nearly healed. He had gently adjusted your shirt, knowing how you were modest about exposing yourself, making you moan against Jimin in your sleep. Yoongi and Jimin had shared a pained look, but kept completely still, not wanting to risk waking you up further. Yoongi cleared his throat.

“Anything for my lovesick hyung.”

“Pilates might be good,” Jungkook wondered out loud. He looked to his partner who nodded in agreement. “Okay, yeah, I can do that.”

“Thanks, Jungkook.”

You had slept in that morning, making it into your bed late after countless rounds of Mario Kart. It was hard to leave the warmth of Jimin and Taehyung, but you weren’t going to ask them to cuddle you all night long. Eventually they’d get tired of you, so you politely took your leave once your eyes started to get heavy. But, despite your drowsiness, you tossed and turned all night, leaving you cranky.

Jungkook found you in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge, “Hey, Val! Do you–”

“Would it kill you guys to have some chorizo around here?” you asked, slamming the fridge shut with a heavy sigh after settling for a yellow yogurt drink you had grown to like since living here.

Jungkook considered a moment. “I can have Jin-hyung make some Korean Army Stew.”

“Does it have chorizo?” you asked skeptically.

“No,” Jungkook conceded. “But it does have some spicy sausage.”

“Hmm,” you pouted as you downed your yogurt, not seeming to notice the way some spilled out the corner of your mouth. Jungkook did his best to keep from laughing. Clearly, not being able to work out was souring your mood, but he couldn’t deny that he found your morning grumpiness endearing. You probably had a lot of excess energy you needed to release. He imagined a morning when he might be able to help you with that. A morning when maybe you wouldn’t mind if he snuck up beside you to lick away the extra yogurt as an excuse to kiss you. A morning when he could sit you up on the counter or hold you against a wall while he rutted against you and hear you beg for more, a morning he could–

“You guys eat a lot of stew,” you said absently as you tossed away the yogurt and wiped the side of your mouth. “Do you have a reason for bothering me?”

“Do you feel like working out?” Jungkook accepted being pulled away from his fantasies if it meant he could give you some good news.

“No me engañas,” You scoffed, but you were unable to hide the excitement in your voice. “You know that Yoongi won’t let me train.”

“Not train, per say. But we can definitely work to keep you strong. That is if you don’t mind learning some new–”

“I’m in. What do I need?” Your administrative tone caught Jungkook by surprise. 

“Just your body. And some clothes you can stretch in.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Stretch?”

“Trust me, you’ll be convinced that it’s enough.”

At first you weren’t. The movements Jungkook showed you were regular stretches and exercises you’d use to get warmed up for boxing and your body was itching for something more. Jungkook sensed your restlessness and started suggesting more advanced poses and techniques, using your body weight to both keep yourself centered and lift yourself off the ground. Soon enough, you were working up a sweat and feeling giddy at the ache in your muscles as your body strained against itself.

“Slowly,” Jungkook stressed as he watched you do lunge squats. “You think that by doing it faster, it means you’re stronger, but your body has to work harder when your movements are controlled. Make your body work.”

“Make you work,” You grumbled, incoherently.

“What was that?” Jungkook asked, raising his pierced eyebrow at you amusingly. 

“You could work out too, you know,” you suggested, trying hard to keep your movements slow and deliberate despite your back-talking.

“Do you want me to work up a sweat too?” Jungkook smiled playfully.

“Solidarity is important in an institution like this,” you asserted. 

“Joon,” Jungkook greeted the leader with a smile, staying on his back as he wiped sweat from his brow, you rising and falling on his chest with heavy breaths.

Jungkook threw his head back in a gleeful chuckle before kneeling down on the ground in front of you, “I’m more than happy to work with you. Grab your left elbow with your right hand, and my right elbow with your left hand,” he instructed. Your arms made a square between you as he matched your movements of rising and falling with your squats. “Breathe. We’re not in competition with one another, the goal is to make fluid movements.”

He knew as soon as he said competition, it was a mistake, as you immediately started pushing toward him. He pushed back, struggling to keep his balance, “Wait, Val…Wait…”

It was too late, you had already tumbled on top of him, laughing wildly at your success of making him lose his balance. You didn’t even mind how his arms wrapped around you to prevent you from hitting the ground, in your eyes you had won and that was all that mattered.

Jungkook couldn’t help but also fall into a fit of laughter, half from the ridiculousness of the situation and half at how happy he was to have you so close and carefree.

There was a creak on the other side of the room. 

“We have to go,” Namjoon announced, trying to keep his focus sharp despite how beautiful you and Jungkook looked, sweaty and tangled up with each other. If circumstances weren’t so dire, he would– “Some jjapsae have been sniffing around some of our warehouses. I think they’ve been tipped off.”

Your stomach dropped, you knew this was La Familia’s doing. You shuffled to your feet, trying to fight off the guilt gnawing away at you. “I can help,” you said, looking Namjoon in the eye.

The leader looked you over seriously, more for his own benefit than for yours, his eyes lingering on the way your shorts hugged your hips. But the fact of the matter was, he couldn’t let you walk into danger like that, with or without your injuries still healing. “You know I can’t do that,” he reasoned. “Even if I didn’t think this was a set up, Yoongi would have my head for putting you in action before you're cleared.”

“If you know it’s a set up, then why do you have to go?” You hated the ache in your voice. It betrayed everything you had built in your life about who you were. You had no one in your life to love and rely on other than yourself. So what if the men who opened their home to you and treated you like one of their own were in trouble because of you? Your goal was survival. Your goal was freedom. Following Bangtan into a potential turf fight gave you neither of those things. If they wanted to act out foolishly on your behalf that was their concern, not yours. Right?

“I’m not leaving my men and women out there to get arrested or killed,” Namjoon explained. “I would never put someone else in danger I’m not willing to put myself in.”

Your mind flitted over to Joaquin and all his talks of power and loyalty you had heard over the years. He had never once put action behind his words. He always made sure that someone else got their hands dirty so that he could walk away clean and unscathed. He would have jumped at the offer to use you for his business purposes. That is, if he didn’t have other ideas on how to use you…

You shook the thought out of your head, not wanting to get lost in your emotions while you needed to stay present for the night’s events. “What kind of weapons will we need?” Jungkook’s question brought you back to the moment at hand. Namjoon considered a moment before saying, “The usual stuff, maybe some explosives. I don’t want to lose any product, but if things escalate we might need to get rid of some evidence.” 

You weren’t expecting to run into Hoseok on your way to reach Yoongi. Hoseok had been turning the corner too quickly for you to prevent your collision. His eyes were hard as he steadied you. “Oh,” was all you could manage. You had learned that Hoseok had two modes: playful and deadly. And he was currently operating out of the latter. The look in his eyes made you take a step back subconsciously. 

Jungkook nodded, “I’ll have Taehyung pack some flame retardant suits.” He looked to you meaningfully, knowing you well enough now to know that you wouldn’t sit idly by when something like this was occurring. “You can let Yoongi know what’s happening and help him prepare medical supplies. If this goes as south as we think it might, he’ll have some burn injuries to tend to before the end of the night.” The warning didn’t make you feel better about the circumstances, but you were grateful to have a task.

“Entiendo,” You said, moving quickly to find Yoongi and leave Namjoon and Jungkook behind, not trusting the way your stomach was bubbling with concern for them. 

He blinked at you, not saying anything but seeming to register your thoughts. He relaxed his expression, tension leaving his shoulders as he looked to you with sincerity, “You’ll be staying here tonight?”

You sighed, unease leaving you for frustration instead, “Boss’ orders.”

“I’m glad,” Hoseok said with an easy smile on his face.

“I’m not,” you grumbled, the anxiety making you edgy. There was nothing you could say or do to make them stay, but there was also no reason that you should want them to stay. This was their way of life. One you were familiar with. You told yourself that your stomach being in knots was because you were being excluded from the action.

“Is it so hard to believe that Bangtan wants to keep you safe?”

“Is it so hard to believe I'm not una niña patética e indefensa?” You spat, feeling sorry and hurt as you heard your harsh tone but not being able to stop yourself.

Hoseok turned a bright crimson, not knowing what you said but understanding the force behind your words. He didn’t want to make you angry. If things were his way, he would have the time to make you see how your worth did not depend on being useful to others. But he didn’t have time, and truth be told, he knew from his own experience that being useful was the best protection against feeling useless. He wished he could tell you what it was like on the other side of that, but even circumstances weren’t dire, he wasn’t sure if he could say it in English the way he truly meant it.

You didn’t want to be here anymore, so you turned your heel and headed toward the supply room. Hoseok sighed, wishing he had more time with you, but knowing he needed to return to the task at hand. His priority was getting to the docks before the others to survey the situation. He left quickly and silently, the severity returning to his face.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok said, looking you in the eye. He hoped that on some level you would understand the depth of what he was apologizing for.

“Whatever,” you scoffed, internally cringing at your callousness. Would Hoseok be okay? Would you get to kiss him again?  “At least tell me where Yoongi is.”

“He’s in the supply room,” Hoseok responded. 

Yoongi was already aware of the situation when you reached him in the supply room, loading a cart with blood bags, saline solution, and humidifiers.

“What are those for?” You asked, pointing to the humidifiers. You could guess the rest.

“If they have to use explosives, there’s a good chance people will end up with burns,” Yoongi explained. “Even third degree burns heal best in a humid environment.”

You shivered at the thought, “What can I do?”

“Sure,” you said, kneeling to rummage through a series of bottles. The gibberish on the bottles didn’t make any sense to you. “What color are they?”

“There are some water soluble antibiotics on the bottom shelf over there behind the morphine, can you grab some?”

His phone rang, “Yeoboseyo.”

“They’re the orange bottles, kind of see-through. They’re behind those white containers,” Yoongi paused. “Actually, take those white containers too, I don’t know if I have enough morphine in the clinic.”

“Where do you get all this from?”

“I have a friend at a hospital in the area,” Yoongi disclosed, loading on the final humidifier before adding, “Well, several. I have several friends at several hospitals in several areas.”

“Ne, ne,” Yoongi tucked his phone between his ear and shoulder, gesturing with his head for you to follow him as he made his way to the clinic. He was silent for a long time and you didn’t bother trying to understand the Korean on the other end of the phone, but when you reached the clinic Yoongi looked at you seriously, “Ne. Josimhae.”

“Oh, fuck,” You gasped. 

“What’s going on?” You asked as you helped Yoongi unpack his cart. You had become pretty familiar with the layout of his office. You weren’t really sure what everything was, but you could easily match up the bottles with those that looked similar and the gauze and bandages were simple enough to distinguish. Yoongi was working quickly, clearly used to the rhythm of events that were unfolding, “That was Jin-hyung. He and Hoseok just arrived at the docks to survey the situation. The cops somehow made their way inside the warehouse and are taking pictures for evidence.”

“Hoseok will take them out.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at your knee-jerk reaction, “There’s only two cops. As long as we get rid of the evidence on their phone, it’ll be fine. And worst case scenario, Jin is good at making things look like an accident.”

“What about the cops?”

“What if they call for backup?”

“They’ll only do that if they see us coming.”

“Won’t they?” You stopped unloading the supplies so you could study Yoongi’s face. You couldn’t explain the reason why you needed reassurance for everyone’s safety in this moment. You had never needed it before. Not for yourself or anyone else. You trusted Yoongi; trusted him in the way that he touched you gently during examinations and never more than he needed to; trusted the way he gave careful consideration to what you like and don’t like; trusted him in the tenderness he shared whenever he looked at you. But right now you needed to know if you could trust him with something else entirely–honesty when you felt insecure and out of control.

The smirk on Yoongi’s face was exactly what you needed to give you confidence when he replied, “Looks like you still have a lot to learn about Bangtan.”

“This is all we have to do?” The cop speaking had a wiry, gray mustache. His face looked too small for its features, mustache seeming to cover half of his face and wide, doe-like eyes with thick, wiry eyebrows to match. His tone was mocking, pleased even, as he took several photos of Bangtan’s contraband items. The warehouse was down by the docks near a garbage barge, an area that cops normally would have no reason to patrol. Most of the warehouses around here sat empty for long periods of time and without people or product; why would they waste their time?

Wiry sighed angrily, “What?”

Unless they get tipped off by a rival gang.

“It seems too easy,” his partner was nervous, pale and clean shaven. His eyes were sunken and sullen despite his youthful appearance.

Hoseok was watching them from the shadows of the catwalk overhead, keeping his footsteps silent as they traveled through the storage facility. He snuck in using the vents so that the cops wouldn’t be alerted to his arrival. If the cops had bothered to look up, they might have noticed the shine of his eyes like a jaguar on the hunt, movements just as fluid and deadly.

Truth be told, Hoseok did feel bad for the men. It was common practice to keep cops on your payroll. Usually, organizations did their research to see which cops might be the most susceptible to bribes. Did they have a history of being corrupt? Did they have secrets that could be used for blackmail? Did they have financial trouble? If the answer was yes to any of these questions, then they’d be approached by someone random, maybe at the grocery store, maybe at the DMV, with an envelope full of directions, cash and a meeting time. If they showed, then the organization would explain the terms of the agreement which would start simply as “Just take the money.”

That was the thing about bribes. Most of the time, there was nothing asked in return. Which made the deal too good to be true. Why not take a bunch of cash when the alternative is threat of exposure or financial ruin? The catch is…one day, we will need you. And on that day, you better do what we ask. Only rule? Don’t ask questions. The tasks were normally simple too. Maybe you’re asked to slow down a response to a distress call. Maybe you’re asked to shred an unknown document. Maybe you’re asked to take pictures at a random warehouse. Fulfill the assignment and you still get your payments.

It’s just business.

“How much more is there?” Sullen asked, looking around like he sensed Hoseok’s eyes on them.

“This is the last row,” Wiry growled, seemingly annoyed by his nervous companion. “You don’t have to be so worked up. This is a criminal organization, too, you know. We’ll be department heroes for turning in all this evidence. No need to have a guilty conscience.”

“It’s not my conscience I’m worried about,” Sullen mumbled, turning to look at something on his phone.

Hoseok smirked. If he was in one of those Marvel movies Jungkook likes to watch he’d jump down and say, “No, I’m the one you’re worried about.” But it would be better for everyone if he went undetected. He had been thinking about you and your aversion to killing. He could easily knock these guys out without being noticed, destroy their phones and dump them on the garbage barge. That would be enough to scare them away from coming back here and Joaquin would know that Bangtan was onto his tricks.

“Hey, look at this,” Sullen said, holding his phone up for Wiry to see.

“We have a profile on this guy for Bangtan.”

“So?” Wiry asked, eager to get to the point.

“He’s also in the system for La Familia and The Triads.” The hair on Hoseok’s neck stood up.

“Oh?” Wiry snatched the phone from Sullen. “Do you think Moreno knows about this?”

“Wouldn’t he have mentioned it if he did?” Sullen snapped, taking his phone back from Wiry’s grubby fingers.

The ends of Wiry’s mustache twisted upward in a devilish grin, “We’ll definitely get a bonus for this.”

Hoseok crouched to see the photo on the phone. His stomach dropped when his suspicions were confirmed. On Sullen’s phone was a photo of Kim Seokjin.

These men would have to die after all.

Once Yoongi’s office was stocked, there was nothing for you to do but wait. Something you hated.

“Are you hungry?” Yoongi asked, watching the way you organized and reorganized the bandages needlessly.

“No,” you lied, deciding that the antiseptic should go to the left of the bandages instead of the right as you began to take them out again.

“I did.”

Yoongi hummed in response, trying to suppress a chuckle. He knew you well enough to see through the way you tried to hide your needs. He stood up, deciding to try a different tactic, “Well, I am, so you should make me something.”

You stopped organizing to peer around the cabinet, narrowing your eyes suspiciously at Yoongi, “Did you actually ask me to cook for you?”

You narrowed your eyes further, waiting for Yoongi to retract his request. Instead he smiled at you haphazardly, like a child who doesn’t know how to pose for photos yet, all gummy and exaggerated. If anyone asked, you would say something like “he’s such a dork,” but in reality, your heart ached for him just enough for you to give in. You sighed, hands on your hips when you asked, “Okay, what do you want?”

Yoongi considered, “What can you make?”

“Enchiladas.”

“Is that it?”

“No, but it’s what I’m in the mood for.”

"Let's check the kitchen. Anything you need, I'll get you." He was smiling again. This one was more natural and boyish than the one before, making your heart race when your eyes met his. You tried not to let your feelings show as Yoongi gestured for you to lead the way to the kitchen.

“I thought you weren’t hungry,” Yoongi teased good-naturedly.

Your cheeks warmed and you decided to ignore his comment, “Do you guys even have tortillas?”

After digging through their refrigerator and pantry you gave Yoongi a list of ingredients you would need and he put in an order to a local store, promising an exorbitant tip for quick delivery, just so he wouldn't have to leave you.

"Could we fill them with kimchi?" Yoongi asked as you showed him how to roll the filling in the tortillas. You had just told him you liked chicken enchiladas best, but you didn't have time for that. You could fill them with anything though, and he was getting creative.

You wrinkled your nose. You had found out you really like kimchi, but it seemed like a strange combination. "I mean, I guess you could. The real question is if you should."

"Can we try?" He seemed excited, voice high and eyes wide and you didn't want to dampen his fun when he was being this cute. You nodded and he went grab a jar of kimchi from the refrigerator. He set the container beside you and waited expectantly. 

"What are you staring at? You want kimchi enchiladas, you gotta get your hands dirty!"

Yoongi snickered but didn't argue as he rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands. You walked him through the steps again, instructing him to add more sauce and not to overfill the tortilla, giving him a good natured "I told you so," when the wrap tore. You agreed to make a whole tray for the others to enjoy whenever they got home. The two of you got into a rhythm working side by side, and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy every time your elbows bumped or your hands touched when you reached for the same spoon in the sauce pan.

As you slid the pan into the oven, the genuine smile on your face made his heart light. Yoongi liked your smile. In watching you, he noticed you somehow managed to get sauce under your eye.

“You have something on your face,” Yoongi said, pointing to the spot on his own. You used the back of your hand to wipe it off, which only ended up smearing it further. “Here,” Yoongi said, getting up to wet a rag in one swift motion and bringing a warm cloth to your face before you knew it. He was gentle in the way he touched you, getting close to your face to make sure it was gone. When he finished, he didn’t move away. Your eyes met and you watched how his eyes flicked down to your lips before he pulled away, clearing his throat.

“Thank you,” you whispered, heart racing again.

“Always,” Yoongi said, cheeks turning red as he put the rag away. He knew what he meant: “I will always try to do things you are grateful for.” But even the small, cowardly admission of that felt childish when said out loud. He hoped he hadn’t given too much away or made you uncomfortable.

If you were uncomfortable, you didn’t show it, moving on by telling Yoongi that the next time you cook together, he better not tear the tortillas. His whole body warmed with a promise of a “next time” and he happily offered to clean up the dishes while you sat and waited.

“You were right about the kimchi,” you conceded between bites when you finally sat down to eat.

“Everything's better with kimchi,” Yoongi said proudly.

“Kimchi ice cream?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It exists.”

“Yeah, but is it good?”

“Everything’s better with kimchi,” Yoongi looked at you seriously, “Everything.”

You rolled your eyes, but that smile was back on your lips.

“My mom used to make enchiladas,” you said once both yours and Yoongi’s plates were clear. There was an ache in your voice that made Yoongi want to reach out and grab your hand. Maybe he would have, but you moved your hands to your lap as you avoided his gaze. “Or at least I think she did. I have this memory of us going to the park, just me and her, and there was a boy there twice my age and he told me I couldn’t play with him because I was a girl, and I told him I came from a long line of luchador wrestlers and he’d be sorry if he didn’t let me play with him. He ignored me so I dove for his feet and made him fall on his face. I tried to run away before he could get up, but he caught me pretty quick and tackled me to the ground. I think I got several smacks to the face before my mom pulled him off of me.”

Yoongi suppressed a giggle, imagining you, exactly as you are now but miniature, chasing down men twice your size to prove a point.

“She wanted me to apologize to him and I told her I would’ve rather he kept hitting me.” At this, Yoongi did laugh, causing you to look up to find his shoulders shaking and head rolling back. You were so lost in your memories you hadn’t considered the ridiculousness of your story. You smiled warmly at Yoongi, leaning your elbows on the table and resting your head in your hands with a sigh, “I guess it was kind of a silly thing to say. I wonder if my mom laughed, too.”

“You don’t remember?” Yoongi asked, leaning forward as well.

You shook your head, “The next thing I remember is crying and going home and my mom made enchiladas. And at some point she said, ‘Mija, eres mi dulce pequeña luchadora. Pero sigue así y te llevarás a ti mismo a una hermosa prisión.’”

Yoongi would have sold his soul to hold you in that moment. There were no tears in your eyes, but he knew you were breaking your own heart. Was it really better to believe that your mother didn’t exist at all than grieve for someone you might have loved? How could Yoongi convince you that you deserved all the love you’ve been denied by the world? Denied by yourself? Watching you hurt yourself in this way, hurt him too. Shattered him. He needed to tell you you were worthy of love. His love. And of all of Bangtan. And of anyone else in the world. Everyone else. He needed desperately to tell you how he felt. You needed to know.

Chills ran up Yoongi’s spine when he heard you speak Spanish. He loved the tone of your voice in it. Warm and inviting. Like coming home. “What does that mean?”

“My child, you are my sweet, little fighter. But keep it up and you’ll carry yourself to a beautiful prison.”

“Sweet, little fighter. I like that,” Yoongi meant it as his eyes traced over the smoothness of your forearms, the richness of your skin, the way your hands cradled your face so delicately. He wished he could hold your face in his hands like that and whisper how you were his sweet fighter.

You hummed, absently pulling your hair out from your ponytail and letting your thick waves frame your face. You didn’t notice how Yoongi scooted ever so slightly toward you. “Sometimes I think it was a dream,” you admitted. “Or maybe a song.” You shook your head. “It’s the only memory I have of her. Or only full memory. Everything else is just imprints like worn out photographs. A smile here, a kiss there. Falling asleep in her arms. Nothing concrete like the playground.” You ran a hand through your hair, trying to comb it out. Keeping your hands busy helped with the heaviness you were starting to feel in your chest. “Maybe she didn’t make enchiladas at all. Maybe it’s a cook or nanny I’m remembering, I don’t know.”

“How did she die?” Yoongi prodded gently.

You shrugged, “One day she just wasn’t there. My dad never mentioned anything about it. Maybe she never even existed.” You laughed bitterly, “You know, I always think my life sucked after my dad died, but maybe it wasn’t that great while he was living either.”

“Val, I–”

Yoongi’s phone was ringing, breaking the spell in Yoongi’s thoughts. Under any other circumstances, he would have ignored it to give his full attention to you. But tonight, his brothers were risking their lives and they needed him and by the way your eyes held his as he answered the phone, he knew you would do anything to help them too. He didn’t have time to even say hello before he heard Jimin on the other end of the line.

“Hyung, it’s Hoseok. He was shot in the chest. It might be his lung, hyung.”

“What? What is it?” You were already getting up from the table, putting the plates away quickly before following Yoongi back to his office.

“Anyone else?” Yoongi asked, motioning for you to grab the morphine in the cabinet behind him.

“No, he was the first to get there. We had just arrived on the scene when we heard the gunshot,” Jimin explained.

“Did he sustain any other injuries?”

“He has some blood on his head. He might have hit it pretty hard.”

“Shit,” Yoongi blanched. He wouldn’t be able to put Hoseok under for surgery if he had a concussion.

“Jin-hyung is driving him to you now,” Jimin continued. “The cops called for backup, but I was able to intercept and cancel the signal. Jungkook is finishing the job. We made it in time. We won’t have to burn any product.”

Made it in time, my ass. Yoongi thought. Making it in time would mean that he would not have to dig a bullet out of his friend’s chest tonight.

“He lost a lot of blood, hyung.”

“Yeah, okay,” Yoongi’s mind was already going through the procedure. Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook were all type A, which he had plenty of. And if need be, he and Jin could donate because they were both O. He tucked the phone against his shoulder as he set up the IV for transfusion. “When will they be here?”

“Less than 10 minutes.”

“Thanks.” Yoongi hung up without a goodbye, knowing that Jimin wasn’t the type to get offended, especially in a situation like this. “Hoseok was shot. We need to prepare for surgery,” he instructed.

Your stomach dropped as you nodded, not letting on to how scared shitless you were. You fought to keep your last exchange with Hoseok out of your mind, knowing that you needed to stay present. You had no skills to help in this kind of situation, but it didn’t change the fact that you could be useful. And for Hoseok, you could do it.

When Seokjin showed up, Hoseok looked small in his arms. There were no words exchanged between you as Seokjin placed Hoseok gingerly, like he was the most precious thing in the world, on the exam table. His breathing was labored and he was barely conscious. As Seokjin stepped away, he let his tears fall freely knowing there is nothing he could do for the love of his life now. He trusted Yoongi, but feeling how his bloodied shirt clung to his body, he wasn’t sure if that would be enough this time.

“I know a fighter when I see one,” You said, placing a hand on Seokjin’s arm as Yoongi took a quick survey to determine the damage. “He’ll be okay.” To be honest, you weren’t sure if you were trying to soothe Seokjin or yourself.

“The good news is that the bullet missed his lung by a good couple of inches, we’ll have to be careful in getting it out though in case the trauma causes a collapse,” Yoongi advised. “He has at least two broken ribs.”

Hoseok moaned and Yoongi tapped his face urgently, “Hoseok, this is very important. Stay with me.”

“Y-yoongi?” His voice was fried.

“Did you hit your head?”

“What?” Though it was more groan than question as Hoseok coughed, making him writhe on the table. “Hurts.”

“I know it hurts, but did you hit your head?”

“No, he-he cut me. The little one cut me,” Hoseok choked out, reaching for where the gash was on the side of his head.

Yoongi sighed in relief, “That’s good. Good job, Hobi. Val, can you fill a syringe with 20 ml of morphine for me please?” Yoongi called over his shoulder and then turning back to Hoseok, he smiled reassuringly, “You’re gonna be okay.”

You squeezed Seokjin’s hand, heart clenched in your chest, telling yourself over and over again the only thing that you’re sure of…You trust Yoongi.

All things considered, the surgery was routine, the transfusions were successful and everything went as well as it could have. Bullet injuries were relatively common amongst the greater Bangtan clan. Remove the bullet, pack the wound and use stitches if necessary. But Yoongi hadn’t performed something like that in such a critical area on someone he cared for so dearly. Under much duress, he had convinced Seokjin to sleep in one of the guest rooms in the house. Seokjin had insisted, nearly hysterically, that he keep watch over Hoseok all night, but Yoongi eventually convinced him that he would be a better help to Hoseok when he woke up if he was rested and alert. 

Yoongi sat tiredly in the seat next to yours at Hoseok's bedside. Leaning heavily on elbows pressed into his knees, he applied pressure to his temples with his fingertips and groaned softly. The sound made you turn your head. The man had been so composed since you'd known him, you'd never heard him complain of anything before.

"Headache?" You asked softly, voice barely coming out at all.

Yoongi hummed and nodded. 

The corners of your mouth curled in a grin, but you tried to hold them down as you sat up and turned your body more toward him, your knees knocking gently against each other, his stiff denim against your bare skin. "Let me." 

Yoongi looked up curiously, watching you rub your hands together. You pressed your palms to the crown of his head. "Sana, sana, colita de rana," you sang softly and slowly before running your hands down the side of his head, your fingertips barely skimming his scalp.

"What does that mean?" He desperately hoped you couldn't see the blush rising on his cheeks because of your hands touching him as you raised them to repeat the motion.

"Heal, heal, little frog's tail," you murmured in response. It didn't sound so melodic in English. 

Yoongi swallowed hard when your hands stopped, cupping his jaw as you examined his dark eyes that looked back at you, full of genuine curiosity. "What is that supposed to do?" He licked his lips.

"Make you smile."

That was enough to make his lips pull up to show you his perfect teeth and gums. His happiest smile. The one that made your heart skip a beat and your stomach flip. You let your hands fall away when he leaned back a little.

"Sorry, I didn't go to medical school."

"It was the least I could do," you shrugged. "I asked Namjoon not to go, since he knew it was a trap, but he wouldn't listen. And it wouldn't even have happened if it wasn't–"

"It worked. Sometimes home remedies are best." His smile dimmed but lingered on the edges of his lips. He looked down and gently placed his hand over yours. "I don't know what I would have done without you tonight. It's been a long time since we had a night like this." His shoulders relaxed as he sighed out, but it had more to do with his fingertips touching the skin of your thigh over which your hands rested. 

Yoongi cut you off with a squeeze of your hand. "It wasn't your fault. None of this is your fault."

"I could've at least gone with them. Maybe Hobi wouldn't–"

"Hobi is going to be fine," he assured you with a shake of his head. His free hand lifted to push hair behind your ear. "I'm glad Namjoon didn't let you go. You have a tendency to get hurt and I can't stand it," he admitted softly. 

You felt your skin burn where his hand rested against your neck. He was closer than you realized. Close like he'd been earlier. Your eyes traced his features, his small cat-like eyes, his soft round nose, until they landed inevitably at his pink lips just at the moment that the tip of his tongue darted out to wet them. 

The mere thought of you laying here instead of Hoseok caused Yoongi unimaginable grief. How was it you had become so important to him in such a short period of time? Why did the possibility of your suffering frighten him more than his friend's, more than even his own? He didn't know but he wished he could keep you just as safe as you were now, in his small clinic, under his warm hands. 

Was he leaning in or were you? It didn't seem to matter once your lips touched. His lips pushed softly against yours, molding to your mouth like they wanted to make a copy, so as never to forget what they felt like. He was warm and gentle, even as his hand shifted slightly to clutch tighter at the back of your neck. 

Your shaking hand moved from your knee to his, fingers feeling his jeans, grounding you and letting you know this was real. This was happening, even if you couldn't understand why. You couldn't have imagined kissing Yoongi; wouldn't have dared. Among all the men you'd ever known, he was probably the only truly good one, clearly far too good to be here locking lips with the likes of you. As good as it felt, it seemed wrong, too. How had you managed to force him into this? You felt for a moment that you should push him away, but just as the thought crossed your mind his hold on you tightened, pulling you closer still. If this was a mistake, maybe you could enjoy it just a little longer.

Your thoughts couldn't have been further from Yoongi's mind. 

He couldn't say just how long he'd dreamed of kissing you, but now that it was happening it couldn't feel more right. He turned his head to get a different angle, your lips smacking weakly before they reconnected and you shifted slightly closer to him, making the butterflies in his stomach flutter madly at the thought of you wanting to be closer to him. Every bit of exhaustion he felt from the long night eased out of his body the longer your lips stayed pressed to his, moving gently as your hand grabbed firmly to his thigh. A small sigh escaped him as you nipped at his bottom lip, teeth grazing the plump, pink flesh, a shade more red than they were a minute ago. 

Your eyes fluttered open for a moment, allowing you to glimpse his serene expression while his eyes remained closed. But it was enough to knock your brain back into reality, where you certainly shouldn't be kissing Yoongi, no matter how good it felt, even though you really wanted to, even if you hadn't known you wanted to until just now. You leaned further away, straightening your posture. You looked down to see Hoseok sleeping peacefully and cleared your throat.

"We should probably get some sleep. It's been a long night," you mumbled.

Yoongi swallowed and nodded, wiping his suddenly clammy hands on his pants. "Yeah, you should get some sleep."

You stood up too quickly, making the chair you were in scrape loudly against the floor. You both turned to look at your patient, but he was undisturbed, face peaceful, unlike yours, which Yoongi didn't fail to notice. Worry and guilt began to churn his stomach like molten lava.

"Val, I'm sorry," he whispered, his fingertips brushing his lips, stinging slightly from your absence.

You stared into his eyes for a moment before you shook your head and ran out of the room.

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Hello, since your inbox is open may I please ask headcanons for poly mc wiht brothers reacting seeing their kids turn into angels because Micheal wanted to meet them please

Rating: General Audiences 

Archive Warning: None

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphie, F!MC

Additional Tags: Headcanons, polyamory, F!MC, fluff, kids, headcanons

A/N: I assume this is an extension of the random poly!mc rambles? Normally, I think very little of Michael, but that series is more comedic so here he is just a very eccentric, distant uncle.

Lucifer

You have never truly seen anger until you've seen Lucifer's face when his children get those damn bracelets from the Celestial Realm. He knows them all too well and is ready to start a whole nother war because of them.

MC has to calm him down before he ends up creating an entire army the same way Satan was born.

If Micheal wanted to stomp all over his family's boundaries and insist on meeting the kids, he should have made an appointment to visit rather than trying to force them into a corner to come to him. Especially since none of the dads can go with the kids, so it would just be mom going with them.

Maybe he can ask Simeon and Luke to… no. Luke is Michael's fan and Simeon would be too amused by the situation to watch out for them. 

He is refusing to let them go. He will get the stupid jewelry off himself. No need to visit troublesome ex-family.

Mammon

He started screaming the second the kids came out of the room transformed. He swears this isn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything.

Oh? Everyone already knows that because Micheal owned up to it and said he’d undo it if the kids came to visit? Cool, cool….

Okay, kids. Go there and fleece as much as you can! Celestial Realm stuff will sell for a lot since it’s so hard to get. He’ll be packing their bags for them just to get them there faster.

Leviathan

Uhhhh…. Hmmm…

Yeah, he’s confused why??? They don’t need to be angels to meet with Micheal. So it’s confusing. Also… he’s kind of freaking out because this reminds him of the plot to one of his anime (at that point he started rambling about the plot).

Wait? Does the Celestial Realm have unique spirits for Mononoke Land? He suddenly wants to go too. But… if everyone saw him they’d realize just how much a gross loser he is and he’d be embarrassed. Okay, maybe he can give his D.D.D to someone, but then he’d miss his other daily logins…

This may take a while, come back later.

Satan

Please stop giving him existential crises. He was never an angel to begin with and his kid shouldn't have angel blo- oh, right… MC is technically descended from an angel… sort of. Well, that's frustrating.

He won't stop them if they want to go to the Celestial Realm to meet their uncle, but he also won't condone it. 

He's never been to the Celestial Realm and only has vague memories from being inside of Lucifer, so he doesn't know how to prepare them if they do go. He’ll just have to make sure to help them pack everything they could need… also to send them with

Asmodeus

Oh. My. Goodness. His children are beautiful! Of course not as much as the literal jewel of the heavens, but they are very close.

Ah! He loves them so much! It's been so long since he was able to use Celestial Realm fashion tips! Time for him to play dress-up with his sweet children. 

He is going to dress them up to the nines and send them there as the ultimate fashion models.

Beelzebub

He has so many mixed feelings right now. On one hand, his kids are so adorable and some of them really have their dad's traits from back when they were angels. Some of them…have Lilith’s and that's hard.

He loves his kids though. He will respect the choice they make to go or not. Definitely asks them to bring back some food that he hasn’t had in a long time. May tell them stories of his time back in the Celestial Realm if they ask him what they can expect. Will also tell them places they should visit.

He’s probably the most chill, despite not knowing how to really feel about the whole thing.

Belphegor

Oh, you thought he would be relaxed and chill? Nope! He's right there with Lucifer planning violence. He is one of the people most hurt by the fall, so seeing his children get dragged back to that place… no.

You know something is wrong when he and Lucifer agree on something.

The difference is that he won’t stop them from going. No. He’s sending them with fireworks and cherrybombs and telling them to raise hell. They may look like angels, but they are still demons and they should act like it.

He just wants to cause problems, honestly.

MC

She is already packing her bags because this is happening one way or another. Plus, she needs to go yell at Micheal for daring to give her kids weird magical jewelry.

This is not a fun vacation. It is now a business trip.

No, the kids aren’t coming. She’s going to shake the cure for this nightmare out of Micheal herself.

If he wants to meet the kids, he needs to get permission from her and the dads WITHOUT trying to manipulate the situation.

Boundary stomping idiot this is why the brothers don't want to talk to him

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 9

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky brings you and Mackenzie with him to an important meeting.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Uhhhh hmm work tension, sexual tension, idk Bucky and Mackenzie being annoying as usual lmao

A/N: ALSO I know I haven’t mentioned what the fuck Bucky’s company is all about because c’mon, I didn’t expect I’d get this far lmao so IDK there might be continuity issues or inaccuracies or whatevah, just ignore it lmao it’s fiction. ANYWAAAY, I just want to say how GRATEFUL AND OVERWHELMED I am with the amount of attention that this series is getting. I appreciate every feedback, every ask and every freaking debate about this shit lmfao. I love you guys. I can’t put into words how much I appreciate you all askcnasjkcnak bye

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Don't let Bucky or Mackenzie get to you.

Mark's advice rang in your ears like a chant as you watched Bucky and Mackenzie's exchange about the project. Joining them in the conference room for a major brainstorming session was you and a couple of people from your team with Beverly taking down the minutes of the meeting.

The upcoming project was a huge one, given that Barnes Group of Companies was a huge name in the automobile industry. Meanwhile, Wilson Enterprises is one of the biggest autonomous vehicle technology companies out there. This partnership was one for the books, possibly an industry changer too.

You wanted to be a part of it, wanted to spearhead the entire thing and watching Mackenzie take the reigns on this one was truly making your blood boil.

"That sounds like a nice idea, Kenzie." Bucky praised, nodding his head.

Mackenzie shrugged, "It's what I do, Buck." she said.

"Yeah, it's a great idea. I do have some comments though, if you don't mind?" you asked.

Bucky and Mackenzie exchanged glances before turning to you. You glanced at Bucky for a quick second before ignoring the way he was eyeing you with genuine interest.

"I know that bringing in a celebrity to endorse this brand new model would definitely create noise around the partnership. Although I think that would take the spotlight away from the actual product we're creating here. We want customers to focus on the brand new car model and the technology that Wilson Enterprises will be providing it with, not on the celebrity endorser." you explained.

Mackenzie hummed, "I get where you are coming from. That's a good point, actually. But a celebrity endorser will pretty much do everything for the brand. Have him up on billboards and different advertisements and you're all set." she further explained.

You chuckled, "But then how will people understand what the entire partnership is all about? Aren't we supposed to be communicating a certain message to our consumers? Wouldn't it be better to hold an event to launch the product instead? Invite the press and key opinion leaders to spread the word. Have Bucky and Mister Wilson talk about this partnership. They're famous and powerful enough to get the message across. Why waste the budget on a celebrity when we literally have everything we need to make noise?" you shrugged.

The entire room was silent after your feedback, even Mackenzie wasn't able to respond to your suggestion. Glancing over at Bucky, you saw that he was giving you the look-- the one with half-lidded eyes matched with a head tilt, the one that often resulted to him giving you a very nice reward once office hours are over.

Feeling your breath hitch in your throat, you quickly looked away and shrugged your shoulders, "I mean, that's just my two cents. Having worked here for years, I just based it on my experience. You're the expert here, Mackenzie." you offered a proud smile.

Mackenzie tried to brush it off and turned to Bucky, "What do you think, Buck? I'm still into the idea of hiring a celebrity. That's good publicity. And let's not get worried about the budget now," she said, placing a hand on top of Bucky's that was resting on the table, "I have a lot of connections so I can definitely get an endorser for a much lower rate." she reassured.

"We may have a huge budget for this, but that doesn't automatically mean that we have to use it all up. We can allocate it somewhere else, maybe start a CSR campaign as well? We are, after all, coming out with an environmental-friendly model." you suggested.

You heard Bucky when he took a sharp inhale, bringing his hands up to rub his lips as if in deep thought. He then turned to Beverly, however, his eyes remained on you.

"Take note of everything she says." he reminded her before standing up.

He asked everyone else in the room of their opinions, whether it was your or Mackenzie's idea that the company will go for. The team was divided in half, some of them preferring Mackenzie's celebrity pitch probably because they didn't want to do a lot of work.

Bucky nodded, "Well, I guess we'll have to discuss both ideas with my partner Sam and let's see where we will go from there. I have a meeting with him this afternoon, I need you and Kenzie with me there." he said, looking at your before turning to Kenzie with a charming smile.

Don't let them get to you.

-

You've never wanted for the ground to swallow you up until this moment as you stood behind Bucky and Mackenzie in the elevator. This felt so much more uncomfortable than when you shared it with Bucky after swiping right with him on Tinder. There was still tension and it felt so much worse now because you didn't know whether it was between you and Bucky or him and Mackenzie.

Fucking Mackenzie and her nicely manicured nails which always seemed find its way around Bucky's arm. You eyed her hands as they squeezed his arm, the both of them talking in hushed voices as if you weren't standing behind them.

"I've been dying to try this restaurant, I heard they serve good food. Do you want to go have dinner there sometime this week?" she asked Bucky.

"I'll check my schedule, which restaurant is this?" he asked.

When Mackenzie uttered the name of that restaurant where you celebrated your promotion, you and Bucky choked on your own spits at the same time. Warmth crept up to your cheeks at the same time Bucky's ears reddened.

"Oh, what's going on?" Mackenzie asked with a nervous chuckle as she looked at you and Bucky, struggling with your coughs.

You recovered first and shook your head, "Sorry, I get allergies. Anyway, I've been to that restaurant. They do serve good food, the staff was very hospitable as well. I'm sure Bucky would enjoy it there." you said with a smile, pushing your way past them when the elevators door slid open.

Mackenzie asking Bucky whether he was up for dinner was the last thing you heard. Good luck explaining to her why he's banned from there, you thought to yourself.

Bucky led the way to his car and it instantly brought certain memories back. You weren't going to lie, you missed the fucking and how Bucky always made sure to take care of your needs. Seeing his car was enough to make your thighs clench at the memory of him fingering you as he drove.

His gaze was on you when he opened the door to the passenger's seat, his eyes inviting as you approached him. And just as when you were about to slip in, he turned over to Mackenzie and gestured for her to get in.

What a fucking asshole, you thought to yourself as you took a step back to ride in the back instead. You tried to keep your expression stoic when you saw that Bucky checked for a reaction. He seemed perplexed when he saw that you didn't react that much to what he did.

One hundred points to Gryffindor.

-

The location for the meeting was at a nearby restaurant so you didn't suffer that much during the entire ride. Mackenzie was busy with her phone anyway, typing out messages with those manicured fingers you were beginning to hate.

By the time all three of you arrived, Sam was already there. He donned a navy blue suit and he was rocking it. You'd seen his photos on the internet and knew that he was good-looking, but seeing him in the flesh, you were stunned at how gorgeous he was. Sam stood up when he saw Bucky, offering a kind smile to you and Mackenzie.

You weren't sure whether you were just being assuming or what, but you noticed how his eyes lingered on you longer that it did with Mackenzie.

"Sam." Bucky greeted, shaking his hand before introducing you and Mackenzie.

Sam shook Mackenzie's hand first before he turned to you. You took his hand and introduced yourself, "Mister Wilson." you said.

"Please, just Sam." he told you as he gently squeezed your hand before letting go.

"Have a seat." Sam said to Bucky and Mackenzie before pulling out the chair next to him, motioning for you to sit down.

You thanked him and sat down; straightening up, you were met with Bucky's watchful gaze as he sat down across you. Your attention was taken away when Sam asked what you wanted to order, he even suggested a certain dish and immediately went to discuss that it was his favorite thing to order.

This was going to be an interesting meeting.

And interesting it truly was, because you didn't expect for Sam to be so laid-back and easy to communicate with. He wasn't one of those uptight CEOs who were very intimidating to work with. Simply put, he was the complete opposite of Bucky. While Bucky was ice cold, Sam was sunshine and warmth with his attitude.

When it came down to pitching your and Mackenzie's ideas to him, you suddenly got nervous. Sam wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth; from what you've read, he started off working regular jobs before he climbed his way to the top. He was a self-made man and he had extensive knowledge in the marketing industry, having a doctorate degree in the said area.

Mackenzie was the first to discuss her strategy about hiring a celebrity endorser. She said it was fast and straight to the point. When it was your turn, you started off a bit shaky but eventually found your pacing.

"We wanted to ask you how this should go on about. I know that the offer for a partnership came from our end and that we're supposed to pitch the details for it. But we wanted you to be involved in this as much as we are." Bucky further explained.

Sam nodded and let out an amused chuckle, "I really appreciate this, Buck. I was going to ask you if I can contribute with the planning as well. I'm very particular when it comes to marketing our products." he said.

"That being said, I loved both ideas. I think hiring a celebrity endorser is good." he said, making Mackenzie smile proudly.

"But I would rather hold an event to launch the product. You understand the product and what we want to do with it. It's not just a brand new car, it's an innovation and the messaging is very important. I'm very impressed." Sam said, his attention geared towards you.

"Wow, I'm honored." you laughed. "Coming from you, I mean I've read about the marketing studies you did. Pretty big deal to receive a compliment from you." you admitted.

It was meant to be a genuine reaction, really. You had no ill intentions for it, you didn't do it to make Bucky jealous or get the upper hand. However, your passion for your career and area of expertise seemed to favor you. It had Bucky on edge, seeing you and Sam get along so well.

You didn't even need to check for Bucky's reaction because he simply cleared his throat and excused himself to go to the restroom. Mackenzie seemed unbothered though, when Sam favored your pitch over hers. You couldn't read her, sometimes she'd come off competitive but right now, she was unaffected.

When Bucky got back, he was quick to finalize the meeting, "I guess it's a done deal then. We'll work on the details of the launch and maybe we can set another meeting for the major presentation for your approval?" he asked Sam.

"That sounds like a plan. I'm looking forward to working with you." Sam told everyone, although he did seem to be directly addressing you.

"Alright, I'm leaving too." Mackenzie announced after Sam left the restaurant.

"Oh, you're not heading back to the office with us?" Bucky asked.

Mackenzie shook her head, throwing her bag over her shoulder, "I have another meeting. You know how it is with freelance work." she said as all three of you stood up to head outside of the restaurant.

"My Uber's here, I guess I'll see you both sometime this week." she said and waved at you before turning to Bucky and pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm counting on that dinner, okay?" she reminded before slipping into her Uber, leaving you and Bucky to head back to the office together.

Alone with Bucky. In his car. The exact same car where plenty of fucking happened. Again, you chanted Mark’s advice in your head over and over again.

Don’t let Bucky get to you. And most of all, don’t cave in.

You quickly slipped inside the front seat of Bucky’s car before he could even open it up for you. The air was thick between you and Bucky and it almost felt like it was suffocating you. Reaching for the seatbelt, you tugged at it but it wouldn’t budge. Cursing to yourself, you tried again but to no avail.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked.

“Nothing. Seatbelt’s just stuck.” you grunted, using both your hands to pull down at it.

“Here, let me.”

Suddenly, Bucky reached over to your seatbelt and tried to fix it. His face was inches away from yours and you literally felt your insides jump at how you were immediately drowned in his perfume. If you moved forward so much as half an inch, your lips would already be pressing against the corner of Bucky’s mouth. And that thought was sending your senses into overdrive.

Do not. Cave. In.

The loud click of the seatbelt made you relax and thank goodness that Bucky was quick to move away from you, fixing his suit before starting the engine. The office may just be nearby but the fact that you and Bucky were together was making it feel like it was going to be an hour-long drive.

“So what do you think about Sam?” Bucky asked out of the blue.

He was gauging you, trying to get a reaction from you. Maybe he was expecting you to be flirty with your response, or be defensive even? You weren’t going to give him that.

“I think he’s great. Like I said, I’ve read his marketing studies and they were very insightful. I learned a lot.”

Plain, simple and safe. There was no hidden meanings and no malice; you were doing great at this whole not letting Bucky get to you thing. You made a mental note to thank Mark for his advice.

“He seems interested in you.” Bucky said again, shrugging his shoulders a bit and trying to be as nonchalant as he could.

“Well we are in the same field of expertise and I was very straightforward about admiring his skills. I’d be disappointed if he brushed off my ideas.” you slightly chuckled.

“I liked Mackenzie’s idea better, honestly.” Bucky blurted out.

By this time, you had Bucky’s plans figured out. He was coming for your job, using it as a bait to get a reaction out from you. He knew how much your career meant for you, how competitive you were in your field. Whenever his other tactics wouldn’t work, he’d always go for the career aspect.

“It was good.” you agreed, turning to Bucky with a small smile. “I think we can do that for other campaigns. Just not with this partnership. I like her.” you said.

“You do?” Bucky asked in surprise before he cleared his throat upon realizing that he sort of broke his facade.

You shrugged, “She’s a headstrong woman. She reminds me of myself actually.”

If you were alone, you would have given yourself a high-five because that statement truly made Bucky think. His forehead creased as he drove, his hand rubbing his chin and his jaw clenching as if he was in deep thought.

It was silent inside the car for a brief moment, before it was interrupted by the trilling of Bucky’s phone. He fished it out of his pocket but before he could even answer it, it slipped out of his hand and disappeared beneath his seat.

“Fuck.” Bucky cursed, both his hands on the steering wheel as he continued to drive, his attention divided between driving and searching for his ringing phone.

“Shit.” he hissed again, not knowing how to get his phone while driving. He quickly glanced at you before focusing on the road again. “Baby, can you get it for me?”

You almost missed the term of endearment. Almost. It was obviously a slip of the tongue because he genuinely didn’t seem to realize that he called you that. Bucky was more focused on the road rather than processing what he just said. You chose to ignore it the same way you did to the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

“Yeah, okay.” you said and reached over to him, bending down to look for his phone.

In a split second, your face was right in front of Bucky’s crotch as you tried to reach beneath his car seat. You tried to ignore the bulge that was staring right at you and let your hand do the searching.

“Can you reach it?” Bucky asked.

You straightened up, “No. Can you pull aside?” you asked.

Bucky checked the surroundings and then the rearview mirror, “We can’t. We’re at a no loading and unloading zone.” he explained.

The phone continues to trill and it doesn’t seem like it would stop any time now. You sighed and removed your seatbelt before stretching your body over Bucky, slipping underneath his arms on the steering wheel so you can fully reach under his seat.

From another car’s view, you looked like you were giving him a blowjob. Not that you haven’t done that before, in this same car.

Finally, you felt his phone at the tip of your fingers and stretched further, your free hand coming to grip Bucky’s thigh unintentionally. It was only when you felt his muscles flex beneath his trousers that you realized how near your hand was to his crotch.

“Did you,” Bucky cleared his throat. “Did you get it?” he stammered.

You still have a certain effect on him, how very nice. Biting back a smirk, you hummed in response before pulling back and then handing him his phone casually. Mackenzie’s name was flashing on the screen as the phone continued to ring.

“Sorry, can you answer it and put it on speakerphone?” Bucky asked again.

You shrugged and did as you were told, holding the phone near Bucky as he continued to drive.

“Hey, Kenzie. Sorry, I dropped my phone. What’s up?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, so my meeting got cancelled at the last minute. I was thinking maybe we can grab that dinner tonight instead?”

Bucky stole a quick glance from you but your face remained stoic, your hand steady as you held out his phone.

“Sure, how does around 7pm sound? I can pick you up.” Bucky offered.

“Sounds great. So are we checking that restaurant I was talking about?”

Bucky’s ears turned red again but he quickly recovered, “I was thinking of trying out a different one. I honestly didn’t like their dessert.”

Huh, that was weird. You and Bucky didn’t even make it to--

Fuck, he was talking about you, you realized. Clenching your jaw, you tried to keep calm. He was trying to get a rise out of you, don’t give in. Don’t react. Bucky’s conversation with Mackenzie didn’t last long and ended when they settled the location for their dinner.

The ride back to the office was quiet again, until your phone lit up from a notification. Bucky was already parking in the basement when you checked your phone, an audible gasp slipping past your lips upon reading the notification from LinkedIn.

Samuel Wilson wants to connect with you.

-

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[yanderememes]

Yandere Jojo Kinktober Headcanons (Parts 1-7)

So uhhhh, I did a thing... 😳

I told yall that I had a special post this weekend didn't I? Well, here it is! Let me know what yall think! ❤️

Your yandere!Jojo has needs and what other way to satisfy them with their precious darling~

warnings: not sfw, MINORS DNI, all characters are aged-up, noncon, afab reader

Jonathan

Body worship

"Just let me love you. I won't ask for anything in return!"

Jonathan would tie your hands together and blindfold you to the bed

He'd lick and kiss you everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE

Likes to suck on your nipples and swirl his tongue around them

He's slow and sensual. He wants to take his time

Whispers a lot of sweet nothings

He doesn't want his darling to return the favor. He doesn't want a BJ or to be body worshipped. He wants to worship his darling like the Goddess you are

He's surprisingly good with his hands. Jonathan will finger you while sucking on your tits.

Just like his *ahem* cock, his fingers are also quite large, he's a big man after all!

And you cum everytime

Joseph

Somnophilia

"You're so cute, y/n. So delicate. So defenceless."

He loves seeing your sleeping face. You look so cute and helpless

But what really gets him going is when your peaceful sleeping face scrunches up because of what he's doing

He'll rub his cock against your pussy to get it wet and ready for him

Does it in missionary position, cuz it's easier

Joseph can get lost in the pleasure, so he'll start out slow but soon pick up the pace because it feels so good

Due to the rapid pace, you're jolted awake from your sleep

You already are living in hell when you're awake with Joseph. Sleeping is your form of escape. So when you wake to see him fucking you. You're mortified.

But he likes to see that reaction too~ Joseph finds it exciting you woke up in the middle of the session

Doesn't use protection

Pulls out and finishes on your stomach

Jotaro

Dirty talk

"Such a dirty little thing you are."

A quiet man on the streets, a talker in the sheets

He's really rough. A few beds have been broken and had to be replaced. The delivery people probably know what you two have been doing~

With foreplay, he'll whisper dirty things in your ear

"wet already? Such a slut"

oh ya, he'll use some degrading words against you

"You like that? Then take it, you whore!"

Jotaro will want you to talk dirty back to him

Say things like "yes, I like it. Please give it to me!" will only rile him up

Let's just say it gets to the point where you can't walk for the next couple of days...

Josuke

Public s*x

"To make love to you here... The whole world will know you're mine!"

He loves the thrill of almost being caught/seen

His favorite place to do it is in the woods

He finds it romantic. Being surrounded by nature and making love to his darling in this magical place

He'll cover your mouth to muffle out the moans, but apart of him wants the whole world to know what the two of you are doing

Josuke prefers to do it from behind

When doing it in an office or bathroom, he may "forget" to lock the doors

One time you two were almost caught, but thank god the person left before venturing further. But again, Josuke like the thrill of almost being caught. So when you almost were, he didn't hold back that day. You were screaming and crying. You were so embarassed

The rare times you do go out with Josuke, like on dates, it almost always ends in having outdoor s*x

Giorno

Creampie

"Nothing makes me happier than being with you, mia cara"

Giorno would ask for permission first before he cums in you

He doesn't want kids and even if you had plans to start a family, it all went down the drain when you got to his villa. There's no way you want a child with a captor!

He'd make sure you're taking birth control on time and keeps track of your menstrual cycle so that he won't get you pregnant

Giorno likes to hold you close when he finishes inside you. He thinks its intimate

Doesn't have a preferred position. As long as darling is comfortable.

But if he had to choose, then probably the mating press

Doesn't pull out right away. Giorno would make sure every last drop was inside you and bask in the ambiance before slowly pulling out

Likes seeing the mess he made. After he pulls out, he'll admire his work. Seeing his cum drip down from you fills his heart with joy, knowing that you two are connected

Don't worry. He's a gentleman. He won't just leave you there with his mess. Giorno will grab a towel and clean you

Jolyne

Edgeplay

"I'm the only one for you, right y/n?!"

Jolyne loves driving you over the edge

She knows you get desperate and will give up your pride

Her preferred method is eating you out

"J-Jolyne... please..." you'll whimper

"Hm? What's that, princess? But you're gonna have to try a lot harder than that" Jolyne teases

She wants to hear you beg. She wants to see how desperate you are for her. It's a bit of payback because she wants you to know the pain she feels being so in love with you

You'll really have to plead here. Tell her she's the only one for you. Tell her that you love her. Tell her you can't live without her. Jolyne wants you to scream it out

Once she finally lets you release, she'll start the process once more. In reality, Jolyne just really wants to hear those words again.

But she's happy she can make you cum. She's the only one that can. That enough serves as proof you belong together

Johnny

Thigh riding

"Come over here and sit on my lap, darling. Don't be shy~"

You know when Johnny asks you to sit on lap, it means one of two things:

He wants to spend time with his darling or

He wants to do naughty things

If it's the latter then Johnny will want you seated on his thigh

Sometimes you'll be clothed, sometimes not. It really depends on what Johnny is feeling that day

But keep in mind "clothed" just means he wants you in your panties

"start moving" he'll order. You do the work while he enjoys the view

Loves the feeling of your wetness against his thigh. He finds it so arousing to see and feel your hips shake

He'll hold your hand while you thigh ride him if he's feeling extra generous but aside from that, it's all on you

When you finish, he'll tell you to get off and there's a little wet mark you left on his thigh. "look at the mess you made, darling~" Johnny teases

The best part of thigh riding to Johnny is how accessible it to. You two can do it anytime, anywhere.

He doesn't really need sex after that. But maybe a BJ would be nice...

[magecrafts]

I was wondering if you could write dark Agatha x trans guy reader I really like how you wrote her in your last fic, something dark and smutty please

a/n: the amount of times i stopped while writing and said "i don't know if i should be allowed to do this" is frankly fuckin bananas. this is kind of a lot. i apologize and uhhhh? you're welcome? (also maybe wrote the reader to look like thor but twinky but i swear it was an accident.)

mother knows best.

RATING: E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ . . . MINORS DNI).

agatha x trans male reader ; your mother told you to stay away from agatha. you absolutely did not listen.

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, legal age gap (reader is twenty-one, agatha is three-hundred-and-fucking-whatever), manipulative power dynamics, mommy kink, humiliation and degradation, choking, afab language, inappropriate use of magic, magic!tentacles, magic!cock, (magic!cum? honestly no idea), darkfic? yes?

i do take requests but please give this a read before doing so! crossposted here on ao3.

You hear her brash laugh from across the party as she tells the bartender, “God, my husband is useless. I need a stand-in.”

She’s pretty in a terrifying sort of way, like if you get too close there’s no telling what could go wrong. Like approaching a field of land mines planted by your worst enemy.

You approach her anyway because she’s older than you and scary hot and you’ve got a one-track mind. And you’re fairly certain she’s the one your mother told you to stay away from (you’ve decided you’re on a rebellious streak as of right now because of, well, reasons). And maybe she does really want a stand-in for her ineffective husband.

Turns out she is, and turns out she does.

Turns out, too, that she’s far more than you bargained for.

Agatha Harkness is a witch.

And not the good kind.

And your mother never told you what to do if you ever met another witch, so you play dumb.

“A witch?” you ask with all the mild amusement you can muster. “Like — double double toil and trouble? Fire burn and cauldron bubble?”

The moment the words are out of your mouth something coils around your throat and cinches tight. Something purple and incorporeal that originates from the palm of Agatha’s hand.

For a moment you wonder why she wouldn’t just do that with her hand, but when she rolls her eyes at the feigned surprise on your face you realize that she only wanted to prove the truth of her confession to you.

You’re surprised she confessed at all — she knows who you are, everyone does; it’s a small town, and she probably knows, too, that her secret is not safe with you. You can pretend all you’d like that you’ve never touched anything magical in your life but Agatha sees right through you. Doesn’t take much longer for you to learn that she does not intend for you to remember her secret at all.

She leaves you like that for a bit — purple magic ebbing and constricting around your throat — while she fixes herself a drink. You’re in the living room of her home with the curtains drawn and a fire crackling in the hearth. She took you away from the party not even five minutes after you introduced yourself by first name only.

Whatever she’s got around your throat won’t budge. You try to free yourself while she’s out of the room; you pull at it with your hands, try to make it give way with your powers. Nothing. You struggle with it until you realize that it is not, in fact, hurting you at all. Even when it tightens it isn’t enough to steal your breath. For now it’s just a warning: enough to do real harm if she wills it to, but until then just a reminder.

It’s slightly worrisome that you aren’t afraid of what might happen to you. You’re a little fearful of the magic she wields, sure, because you haven’t seen its full potential, but you don’t fear for your life. In the back of your mind you’re still somewhat satisfied to be doing something your mother would hate.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Agatha says when she comes back, circling you like a lioness stalking her prey. “I’m going to have my merry way with you. You’ll have absolutely no say in what happens here tonight. And if you remember any of this when you wake up in the morning, well, sweetheart, then I’ve lost my touch.”

You nod. She smirks.

“I like this,” she says, tugging at the lapel of your jacket. “All handsome in black-tie.”

You dressed up for the party — black suit, black shirt, black tie, black vest — hoping to impress your boss. You aren’t sure it worked, but now you’re here, and Agatha’s approval is better anyhow.

“My, uh — my mom helped me pick it out,” you admit, a blush creeping up your neck.

“Right,” Agatha says, and suddenly the thing around your throat slithers away and fades to nothing. She drops down onto the couch and crosses her legs and beckons you to her side. “We should probably talk about that — your mother.”

You don’t have a single idea where she plans to go with this but you sit down beside her nonetheless.

“She doesn’t love you,” Agatha says, so simply, like you should know it already. Like it isn’t one of the cruelest things anyone’s ever said to you. She reaches for your tie and tugs on it, pulling you that much closer, saying, “Never has and never will. Not while she has those two perfect little boys to take up all of her time. What are their names again?”

“Tommy and—”

Agatha stops you with a pout that oozes false pity and makes you feel uncomfortably stupid. “Oh, sweetheart,” she says, touching your cheek, your chin, then letting her hand fall to your chest. “I don’t actually care what their names are. It’s you I care about.”

You don’t quite know what to say to that.

“Me?”

She hums, freeing the buttons of your vest and slipping her hand underneath. One more layer and she’ll be right there on your skin, right there where no one’s ever touched you before. She tests the fabric of your shirt with her fingers, presses against your abdomen, dipping her fingertips between the buttons to catch her nails against your belly.

“I’ve been watching you.”

Again: “Me?”

Agatha rolls her eyes and twists her fingers, sending a tiny purple burst of magic straight up at your face. When you open your mouth to protest you find you no longer have the words. You don’t have any words at all anymore, turns out, because she’s gone and stolen your voice.

“That’s better,” she says, smiling, but you swear that for the briefest moment there is pure hatred in her eyes. And then it’s gone and the mocking pity is back, and now it’s seeping into her voice. “Do you want someone to care about you? To love you? Like a mother should?”

You hate that you actually have to think about it.

As far back as you can remember your mother has always been so occupied. Busy with this, busy with that, busy with your father (which, okay, you get, because they’re grossly in love, but still). And then she had your brothers and you felt like an old toy tossed aside for one that was shiny and new. You aren’t sure it’s fair to call it neglect because you never wanted for anything, never went to bed hungry. You had what you needed and you figured it was enough. You understood that babies were time-consuming, especially when there were two of them, and they grew so fast. Then they learned how to grow themselves and they grew even faster. When their other powers began to come in you were almost entirely cast aside.

Not even the fantastical things you were capable of were enough to pull your mother away from the twins for more than a few minutes.

Your father was better about paying attention to you, and still is, and you love him endlessly for it.

When you think about who you’d like to be in the future it is always him you think about. It helps that apparently you were made in his image, though not completely.

Your powers are much more like your synthezoid father’s than your witch mother’s. The Vision can manipulate his own density, mass, and weight at will; you can manipulate density, mass, and weight, too, but not your own. The Vision can phase through walls; you can alter the density of a wall so that it phases around you.

Tommy's abilities match Pietro’s. Billy’s, Wanda’s. The Vision is not human and the fact that your powers come from him make you wonder whether or not you yourself are truly human.

“There is no explanation, my son,” The Vision told you once, “other than perhaps the fact that before replicating the relationship she once had with her brother, your mother attempted to replicate what she saw in me.” He smiled fondly and ruffled your hair, a gesture he’d picked up from whatever sitcom Wanda had him watching. “If she did not allow you the exact abilities I myself possess it is only because she wishes you to be a man of your own.”

“But — Tommy and Billy,” you said, frowning. “Does she not want them to be men of their own?”

“Your mother misses her brother dearly,” your father said. “There is not a waking moment she does not spend wishing she could have saved him. Tommy is Pietro’s second chance at life.”

“And Billy?”

“I believe Billy might be a better version of Wanda herself.”

“Better?” You didn’t understand that. “He’s just a kid.”

Vision’s smile became sad then and he seemed to pause only because it was what a human might’ve done at a moment like that.

“Better, I believe, because he has not yet been allowed the opportunity to hurt anyone. A child’s innocence is invaluable, my son. I am proud that you have grown, but I do miss the days you would sit on my knee at the breakfast table and tell your mother and I all of the dreams you would one day achieve.”

You don’t remember that. In fact, you cannot remember anything that happened before the start of the year. You remember your twenty-first birthday, the cake in February with the yellow candles and each of your younger brothers, born only weeks before and already ten, eagerly awaiting the moment you blew them out so that they could eat their fill. You remember your father handing you the keys to a used car that roared like a lion when you started it up and was a little rusted around the edges but that you loved so much it might as well have been right off the lot. You remember him smiling proudly as you drove it out of the driveway for the first time. You remember ordering your first drink at a bar. You remember kissing a girl for the first time that very same night.

But before that?

Nothing.

You don’t remember high school.

Or middle school.

Or growing up. At all.

All of your memories are of the past year and nothing more. And very few of the ones involving your mother are any good.

So you look at Agatha and nod because yes, you want that. Desperately.

“Good,” she says, gently scratching beneath your chin. “Mommy’s always wanted a perfect little boy of her own.”

It’s all downhill (uphill? you’re still not sure) from there.

She doesn’t give you your voice back because she likes it better when you can’t speak, which is fine, and she doesn’t give you so much as an inch of freedom because everything is better in her world when she’s pulling the strings, which is also fine. What’s less fine is that everything is on her time and you’re growing increasingly desperate.

It scares you a little, how willingly you go along with all of it, although you aren’t certain she’d stop if you weren’t willing. You got yourself into this and you plan to see it through. Whatever it takes, even if it involves Agatha teasing you silly and ridiculing your every reaction.

She strips you of your jacket and drapes it over the back of the couch. The vest goes next. Then the tie. When she starts unbuttoning your shirt you remember that you might actually have something to worry about in this situation, but without a voice there isn’t a thing you can think to do.

When she figures out exactly what you are, when your shirt falls open and she sees the twin scars snaking across your chest, she just looks at them for a moment.

“So that’s what you’re hiding.”

You shiver, exhaling heavily as she traces the scars with her thumbs. Her hands are cold and buzzing with magic that feels an awful lot like static electricity. It’s less overwhelming when her hands don’t linger in one spot, when she coasts them over your abdomen to familiarize herself with the parts of you already on display, letting them wander up your sides, over your chest, and down your arms. But you like it best when she drops her hands to your ass and pulls you against her like that, with her fingertips digging in and dangerously close to tearing your slacks.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about a damn thing,” she tells you, close enough that you feel her words on your lips as she speaks them. “I’m going to take care of everything. All you need to do is be a good boy and take it; you don’t even have to think. Can you do that for me? For mommy?”

You nod and yeah, you think, you really can, because she’s kneading your ass and pressing her tits up against your chest and all you can think about is how easy it’s going to be to spread your legs and let her take the thing you’ve never gotten close to giving anyone before.

For a moment, when she drops back onto the couch and pulls you onto her lap, you think she’s going to kiss you. Wishful thinking, maybe, because she’s got your face in her hands and she’s gently scratching through your close-cropped beard but then she’s pushing her hands into your long hair and the length makes it so easy for her to take a fistful and yank your head back. With a twist of her fingers a writhing tendril of purple magic slithers from her hand and prods at your lips, pushing into your mouth with patient determination. Its head is blunt and smooth and fits perfectly between your lips. You don’t know what you were expecting it to feel like but the thing in your mouth is soft and surprisingly warm and vibrates gently as it presses down on your tongue. You’re drooling before you know it, leaking spit from the corner of your mouth as the thing between your lips swells to keep them spread open. As it slides in deeper, pushing for your throat, you gag and sputter and hot tears spring to your eyes.

“Have you never sucked a cock before?”

Is that what this is?

You shake your head, blinking the tears from your eyes.

“Breathe through your nose,” Agatha says, petting your thighs and pulling your knees to either side of her lap. You do as she says and it gets a little bit easier. “That’s a good boy.”

Nothing else gets easier.

Agatha keeps your mouth stuffed full of her magic as she undoes your slacks and slips a hand inside. You’re wet enough that it’s soaked through your snug boxer briefs and the shockwave of arousal that shoots through you when she grinds her palm against your clit is staggering. It’s enough to make your hips twitch and press down against her in search of more.

“No one’s ever touched you here, have they?”

You shake your head again.

She takes you to her bedroom and lays you out on her bed, peeling off your slacks and pushing your legs apart. By now she’s got another tendril of magic wound around your wrists that digs into your skin and leaves your hands tingling for the lack of circulation, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when she’s between your thighs and tearing a hole in the seat of your boxers to bare you to her. It’s cold without the fire, your skin is prickled with goosebumps, and there’s something incorporeal and unfathomable keeping your thighs propped open. You couldn’t close them if you tried, though there’s nothing purple that you can see to lay the blame on. There is only Agatha, looking down at you with pity in her eyes and her mouth twisted into a wicked smile.

“You’re a big boy,” she coos, slapping you between your thighs and pulling on your slick, hormone-enlarged clit. It’s harsh and it stings and despite that you still feel yourself begin to throb. “Now how how do you want mommy to fuck your virgin pussy first?”

She gives you two options: one of her “obedient little friends” like the one in your mouth, or a hyper-realistic cock that she brings to life with magic and fuses to her body very much like the real thing (if the real thing leaked purple pre-cum and had veins that slithered along its length like live snakes).

Then she reminds you that you don’t actually get to have an opinion on the matter and spreads your cunt with her fingers and fucks into you for the first time with a wriggling magical tentacle. When that word comes to mind, when Agatha takes your virginity for herself, ruining you for everyone else to come, you flush and shiver and attempt to squirm away only to be shocked into immobility as the thing in your pussy pulses and begins to grow until pulling away from it would only stretch you further and you’re not sure you’re ready for that.

Agatha doesn’t stop you from squirming in place as inch by inch she fills you with magic, but she does laugh at you for your red cheeks and your drooling mouth and the pathetic tears in your eyes as she steals your innocence.

You feel so full so fast and with Agatha standing over you at the foot of the bed there’s little more you can do than exactly what she wants you to: lay there and take it. You don’t even have to think about it.

“That’s enough of that,” she says as soon as you’re starting to get used to it, the stretch and the fullness and the shame of being held open and fucked for the first time by a woman you aren’t even supposed to be talking to. The tentacles slip out of you and disappear back into Agatha’s hand and with them gone you’ve never felt so empty.

Your jaw is sore, your cunt is wet and messy, and you still don’t have your voice or the use of your hands. Trapped as you are beneath the will and want of a powerful witch, all you feel is bliss and desperation; bliss for the tingling heat tearing through your body and desperation for something to stuff you full again.

You don’t have to wait long for it.

Agatha crawls onto the bed and settles between your spread legs, coasting her hands down your trembling thighs until she reaches your cunt and pries it open with her thumbs, inspecting the stretched out hole nestled between your pink lips.

“I’ve never met a boy with such a tiny cock,” she teases, pinching your clit and giving it a tug that sends a dull throb straight through you. “If it were big enough maybe mommy would let you fuck her.”

You don’t think she would even if it was.

“But since it isn’t,” she goes on, letting a hand drift up to lay on your belly, “I’ll just have to fuck you with mine instead.”

It’s big. And thick. And you can’t tear your eyes away from the slithering veins that move along it. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize that it might not fit.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she mutters, lazily stroking her cock and nudging the tip of it against your clit. “Don’t you worry about that. Mommy will make it fit.”

Your eyes go wide.

Agatha rolls hers.

“Yes, I can hear what you’re thinking. But no, I can’t read minds like your mother. I hear concepts, sweetheart, not actual thoughts.”

A small relief, you think.

“Sure it is,” she says, smirking. “Now — quiet. Mommy’s going to put her nice big cock in your messy hole and she doesn’t want to hear a thing from your stupid little head other than how grateful you are to finally have a mommy who takes care of you the way she should.”

Agatha fists her cock and presses up against your empty cunt. Even just the head stretches you further than her tentacle did. She’s warm and thick and invasive inside you and even if you wanted to say something you can’t recall the most basic of vocabulary. She goes slowly at first, maddeningly so, and plants her hands on your thighs and pushes your knees back toward your chest to spread you open that much more as she forces you open around her cock.

The second she’s all the way in she releases your legs and drops forward, clamping a hand around your throat as she fucks into you lazily, squeezing your breath away as she draws her cock out just to push right back into you. The tentacle was longer, but she’s thicker, and it feels like you’re going to break, like she is going to break you. At least you’re wet, you think, embarrassingly so, enough that you coat her length in shiny slick and there’s still so much left over that it spills from your hole and dampens the sheets beneath you.

She doesn’t fuck you with any rhyme or reason, no, her pace is deliberately uneven and shifts back and forth beteween frustratingly slow and torturously brutal. You like it better when she’s rough, when she drags out to the tip and pounds back into you deep enough that a bump rises in your belly with each thrust.

“Such a pretty boy,” she says, dragging her nails down your stomach. “All stretched out on mommy’s big cock and taking it so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? To have your pussy fucked open and used over and over again until it’s weeping and ruined and no one else can ever fill you like I can?”

If that’s all you’re good for, you think, at least you’re good at taking it.

Then Agatha pulls out of you without warning and manhandles you onto your belly. She frees your hands only to restrain them once more, this time behind your back. Another tentacle lashes out of her hand and snakes around your throat, but she holds on to it, leashing you.

“You don’t get to decide what you’re good at,” she spits out, yanking you up onto your knees, and without the support of your hands your upper half tumbles down and for a moment, with your face smothered in a pillow, you can’t breathe, but Agatha fixes that with a yank on your leash that wrenches your head back. “You’re just a hole for mommy to stuff her cock into and fill up with cum — understand?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, just forces her way back into you and you swear that this time it’s bigger. “Good.”

Wait.

She’s going to—?

But you can’t finish that thought. You can barely remember your name because Agatha’s coming inside of you and the only thing you can think about is how full you are and how wet and messy it feels between your legs now that you’re full of her cock and her cum. And god, you can’t stop clenching, willing her deeper inside of you as you tumble over the edge and for the first time in your life see stars behind your eyes. You don’t have anything to compare it to because you’ve never felt anything like it in your life. All you know is that it’s good, it’s warm, and good god, she’s still fucking you.

She rolls you onto your side and the leash around your neck fizzles away into nothing. Then the binds around your wrists go, too, and you’re grabbing at the sheets as Agatha lifts your leg and tells you to look.

So you do.

Watching her thick cock slip in and out of your puffy pink pussy is one thing, but watching her fuck her own cum into your hole is entirely another. The fact that it’s purple and smeared all over your thighs is nothing. You’ve seen weirder things. But you’ve never seen anything quite as nice as your pussy stuffed with the first cock you’ve ever taken.

“Dumb little baby’s only good for getting fucked full of mommy’s cum, isn’t he?”

You nod, eyes falling shut as Agatha’s movements slow to a stop. Wracked with tremors, your breath shaky, you clench involuntarily as your body trembles again and again and again.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asks almost gently as she settles behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle to keep you close. “To have a mommy nice enough to take care of her little boy?”

You don’t have time to think anything at all before you’re falling asleep with Agatha’s cock buried in your cunt.

Sometime in the night she disperses the magic and when you wake up in the morning you’re achingly empty but still wet and sticky and you slip into the shower before she can wake up to send you home all dirty.

As you walk home, the sun slowly rising on sleepy Westview, you realize that Agatha was never actually going to make you forget a thing, no, because remembering everything is much worse. She wants you to go home to your mother with a head full of filth — Agatha pushing past your lips with a shimmering tentacle born of magic, her hands in your hair, yours bound behind your back, ass in the air, that stupid magical cock she conjured out of nowhere and spent half the night filling you with until you were positive you’d be leaking purple for the next month — because it’s next to impossible to keep secrets in the Maximoff household and she wants more than anything for Wanda to happen upon your thoughts and see just how thoroughly Agatha has ruined her perfect little boy.

Maybe you should’ve listened to your mother.

[sunlight-moonrise]

Patience is a Virtue (Ralvez x Reader Imagine)

Summary: It’s all fun and games until Luke shows up, and he doesn’t like when his lovers mess around without him. 

A/N: Hey heyyyy. We have here a PolyAm Ralvez x Reader fic. This is my first time writing a threesome and it was a lot harder than I thought. Once again, a big thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins​ for making this story nice and neat for everyone. This is my NSFW story dedicated to the lovely @httpnxtt​ Enjoy!

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: M/F/M Threesome, Oral Sex (Male & Female Receiving), Fingering, Penetrative Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Edging/Orgasm Denial, Spitting/Spit Swallowing, Degradation/Praise, Slight Marking

Word Count: 3.2K

Masterlist

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I stared at the grandfather clock by the wall, watching the larger hand tick as each second passed by at a slow and tortuous pace. I absolutely hated waiting. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an impatient person, I just didn’t appreciate my time being wasted. There are a bunch of things that I could be doing right now, such as making out with my boyfriend, but I had to wait. Why? 

“Please stop tapping your foot,” Spencer said, “you’re making me nervous.”

Because our boyfriend said so. 

Luke was back at Quantico, doing god knows what, while Spencer and I were instructed to wait for his return. This was not unusual, Luke regularly asked us to wait for him. He didn’t want to miss out on the fun. His excuse was that Spencer and I spent more than enough time without him already, since the both of us were in a relationship before he met us. However, it has been hours already, and I was terribly, utterly horny. 

Tick. Tick. Tick. 

I groaned loudly as I shifted my body towards my boyfriend. He glanced at me shortly before returning his attention back to whatever was on TV. 

“Spencerrrr,” I whined, my hands making their way towards his legs. He gently caught them with one of his, placing them back on me. 

“No, you know what would happen if we try anything.” 

A shiver went down my spine as a flash of a memory resurfaced. Luke had us both on our knees, making us take turns sucking him off. His pleasure was the only priority for that evening. Of course, he made it up to us the following morning with breakfast in bed and an orgasm each. 

That was a fun time, but the memory only made me crave Spencer even more right now. 

“Please baby, I want you so badly. I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.” My hands slowly glided back to his pants and this time he didn’t push them away. 

“We shoul-” a groan cut him off as I slightly squeezed his growing erection. 

“How would he find out?” I moved my body closer to his, pressing my chest against his arm. “I’m so wet for you Spencer, please.”

“I-I don’t know. Luke would be really upset if he finds out.”

“Just one kiss. Or two. That’s all, I promise.” 

I moved to sit on his lap, making sure his hard erection was against my clothed center. I pressed my lips against his throat, enjoying the sound of the small gasp he released from his mouth. 

“I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

I continued to press small kisses against the column of his throat as I slowly grinded my hips against his. Spencer placed his hands on my waist, his grip still shy and hesitant. I had him almost where I wanted him, I just needed to push a little bit more. 

“And what do we have here,” a low voice stated from behind me. I felt Spencer tense underneath me as we both locked our eyes on our boyfriend. Luke was leaning his weight against the wall, his face void of any emotions. But Spencer and I knew better. 

“Hey there babe, we were just uhhhh warming up for you. Right, Spence?” I turned my attention back to Spencer, hoping he will help soothe the predicament we caught ourselves in. However, he stayed silent, his head facing downward in a state of guilt. 

“I could’ve sworn I said no touching until I got back. Or was I mistaken?” 

“Well, you see, what had happened wa—” My attempt to swindle our way out of any punishment was cut off. 

“I don’t want to hear it. The both of you go to the bedroom. Now.” 

Spencer stood up, with me practically having to jump off him to avoid falling on the floor. If I had to bet, I’d say he was more excited than scared. He would never admit it, but we all know he loved Luke’s punishments. I was just the more vocal one between the two of us. 

I followed after Spencer, going through the usual protocol. Luke likes us to be stripped down to our underwear. We sat on the bed, a good amount of distance between us so that Luke wouldn’t try to add another penalty to whatever he was going to give us. 

We waited a few minutes before the door opened with a creak. Thank the mighty above that he decided not to make us wait for many more hours. 

I kept my eyes downwards, waiting for further instruction. I heard Luke make his way towards Spencer before a sharp gasp was heard. The lewd sounds of sucking and moaning almost made me turn my head. Luke knows I love watching them together, but I can’t lift my head without permission. I did my best to keep my eyes on my lap as I heard them make out with one another. 

I don’t know how long I waited, it could have been a few minutes or a few hours, before I heard them finally pull apart. Between the deep intakes of breath from the both of them, I assume it was a lengthy amount of time. 

“I am proud of you for at least following this one rule cariña,” Luke panted, his words coming out a bit husky as he still tried to catch his breath, “Look at me.”

With greedy eyes, I looked at his face and took him all in. His lips were red and puffy, the leftover saliva keeping them moist. His hair was wild, as if a certain genius ran his hands through it. His chest moved up and down, eventually dwindling to an even pace. 

He came closer to me, tucking two of his thick fingers under my chin to lift my head up so that I can focus solely on his lustful dark brown eyes. “Spencer,” he called, eyes still on mine, “come here.” 

Within milliseconds, Spencer stood up next to Luke, awaiting further instruction. He was always more of a doer than a talker when in this role. Luke grabbed his hands as they took a few steps away from me. “Let’s give our darling girl a little show. Take my clothes off me.” 

With greedy and excited hands, Spencer removed Luke’s button-down and undershirt. His fingers traced the soft skin of Luke’s chest as he made his way toward the pants.  He took his time taking off Luke’s jeans and socks, enjoying the few moments at being on his knees in front of our man. 

Lucky son of a bitch. 

When Luke was finally in his boxers, he told Spencer to take a seat on the bed again before coming back to me. He grabbed my waist, forcing me to stand and pulling me against his body. He was so cool, which help to calm my overheated skin. 

“What should I do with you, cariña, hmmm?” 

I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to give him any ideas. He rubbed small circles on my hips as he contemplated what to do with me. He hummed a small tune while his eyes displayed a playful mischief.  

“Ahhh, I have an idea. Babe, lie down on your back for me. You deserve a treat,” he told Spencer while he removed my underwear. 

As soon as he released me, I went straight to Spencer. I knew what Luke wanted us to do without him outright saying it. I straddled Spencer’s waist and shimmied up to his face until my core was level to his mouth. 

“The other way,” Luke called out, “I want to see you.” I hastily switched position, almost falling to my side. If it wasn’t for Spencer’s hands on my thighs, I would have had a face full of blankets right now.

“Go on.”

And with that, Spencer started using his mouth on me. I gasped as he slowly left soft kisses before moving his tongue from slit to clit in a tantalizing motion. I was already wet from earlier, but I was practically a puddle now. If there was one thing that Spencer was amazing at, it was eating a girl out. Or well, giving oral in general. He is a giver and knows how to work that amazing mouth in multiple ways. 

I cried out when he closed his mouth over my clit and started to gently suck. He groaned when I pressed my hands down on his chest, the vibration causing my body to shudder. His hands on my thighs kept my trembling body as steady as possible. This is going to be over quickly if he continued on like this. I picked my head up to look at Luke, watching as he took in the scene in front of him.

“Give her a little more Spencer.” 

A thick, long digit slowly replaced the tongue that was inside me. Similar to his mouth, Spencer was talented with his hands. Those dexterous fingers were a gift, and I was a happy recipient. His mouth returned to my clit, his tongue flicking against it as he curled his finger in a come hither motion. I let out a whispered curse as my eyes closed. 

“Put another finger in her, Spencer.” 

Spencer did as he was told, sliding a second digit inside of me. My high pitch moans were in harmony with the boys’ heavy breathing. I tried to stay still, but couldn’t help but grind slowly against Spencer’s face. I focused my attention back at Luke, only to see him softly fisting himself behind his boxers. Damn, I want nothing more than to have a closer look at him.

As if he read my mind, Luke came closer, his fist still pumping his thick cock. My mouth salivated in an instant, craving the feel of salty skin gliding against my tongue. I stuck my tongue out, hoping he would be nice and give me what I wanted. 

For a moment, I thought he would do just that as he released his dick, removed his boxers, and climbed on the bed, straddling Spencer’s lower waist. Instead, he grabbed my hair harshly, forcing me to look up at him. With my mouth still opened wide for him, Luke looked directly into my eyes as he spit in my mouth. Without prompt, I swallowed greedily, showcasing my tongue for him again.

“You’re such a dirty little bitch, cariña,” Luke laughed. The sweet pet name combined with the degrading title had me whimpering for more attention. I wanted more. I needed more. I moved my head, just enough to capture Luke’s lips with my own. Luke quickly pulled away to glare at me while I wore a coy smile on my face. 

“You greedy little girl,” was all he said as he delved back down. His lips were always soft, which contrasted with the way he would roughly kiss me. His stubble rubbed harshly against my face, his tongue sliding greedily against my own. His hands still fisted in my hair held me in place as he controlled our intense kiss. 

The feeling of two tongues inside of me had me rising closer and closer to my climax. My legs started to shake as a shiver went through my spine. I focused on the pleasure they were giving me. I moaned loudly into Luke’s mouth while Spencer continued the even pace of his fingers and tongue. I was so close to my release and just when I was about to let go, Luke pulled away from me and said the worst two words a person could hear at a moment like this. 

“Spencer, stop.” 

Spencer instantly paused his movements, my orgasm waning along with it. I glared at Luke, telepathically telling him how much I hated him at that moment. 

You fucking smug haughty beautiful bastard. 

“Fix that face before I change my mind about potentially rewarding you,” Luke stressed out.

I immediately pouted at his words, casting my eyes down so that he didn’t see the anger that still lingered within them. 

“Cariña, move down. Spencer, stay just like that,” he said, his voice carrying a softer tone as he moved down a bit to make room for me. 

Just like before, I shimmied my body down until I was at Spencer’s waist. With Luke’s help, Spencer’s boxers were tossed somewhere across the room and I was hovering over his length. Spencer and I both gasped once he entered me. I slowly moved my hips down until he was bottomed out inside of me. Luke placed his hands on my waist as he moved me up and down, controlling the pace. 

Spencer’s fists were clutching the sheets beneath him as he tried his best not to buck his hips. We were both trying to be good to avoid further punishment. It was bad enough that we’d barely seen each other’s faces this whole time. Luke knew I was a sucker for Spencer’s orgasm face. 

Luke pressed a kiss on my forehead and dipped his head to leave bites and kisses on my throat. I could feel my body heat up the more his plush lips pressed against me. He released my waist, silently telling me to go on as he continued his descent, nibbling and marking the skin on my chest and stomach. 

I nearly screamed once I felt his lips and tongue on my sensitive clit. From the way Spencer’s hips staggered and moans increased in volume, it is safe to assume that Luke was avidly lapping the both of us. The sound of deep whines, heavy moans, and high squeals occupied the bedroom. The coil in my belly was getting tighter and tighter, a telltale sign that I was once again rising close to the edge. I just needed a few more thrusts, a bit more pressure. 

I barely noticed when Luke pulled away, but I did register the deep timbre of his voice saying, “Stop.”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, not again. Spencer’s hips stuttered, but didn’t fully stop until Luke smacked and harshly gripped his thigh. 

“Luke, please,” Spencer begged, as if he was a wounded animal. I also shared my displeasure at being stopped for the second time in a matter of minutes. All Luke did was chuckle at us, amused by our antics.

“Good things come to those who wait,” was all he said as he stood up. 

He instructed Spencer to sit up and lean his back against the headboard while I go on all fours facing him. We quickly followed suit, hoping to finally get some kind of release. 

“Good, now cariña, I want you to be nice and let Spencer use your mouth.” 

He didn’t have to say more. I happily open my mouth to allow him entry. The mixed taste of the both of us further invigorated me to take him deeper in my mouth. 

“You can touch.” I heard Luke say to which Spencer eagerly accepted. He held strands of my hair in his large hands, but did nothing else. I glance up to see his face scrunched up in pleasure, mouth open while his head leaned back on the headboards. I loved looking at him like that, it was arousing and encouraging. I moved my head up, leaving just the tip in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him and sucked a bit harder, relishing the way he tightened his grip on my hair. 

I felt the bed dip as Luke got on it again. I knew he was behind me, feeling the heat he emitted on my skin. He rubbed two fingers against my already slippery folds, spreading the slick everywhere. I heard him sigh before once again placing his hands on my hips, the blunt head of his cock thumped against my clit. I raised my hips higher, presenting myself as an offering for his pleasure. 

Luke entered me slowly, lazily, taking his time so that I could feel every inch of him inside me. I moaned and gurgled around the cock still in my mouth. Spencer’s hands yanked me off him as he took deep breaths. His eyes kept darting between Luke and me, pleading for someone to allow him to do something. 

“Go ahead babe, you’ve been so good for me,” Luke praised. 

Spencer looked at my face, silently asking permission. I nodded my head, opening my mouth again for him. Still being the soft sweet boy for the night, he gently entered my mouth, lightly moving my head up and down. 

Luke started quickening his pace, smacking his hips against mine. His balls would slap my clit the harder he thrust in me. The contrast between the rough and hard from behind with the soft and gentle from the front had my mind spiraling. 

“You like this don’t you,” Luke growled out, hunching his form so that his chest was pressed against my back, his words being hissed at my ear. “You like being filled up at both ends.”

All I could do was moan as they both used me. I maneuvered one hand to massage Spencer’s balls, sucking harder with every up stroke. The extra stimulation was just enough for him to cry out and release himself. He came like a freight train, heavy and fast and all too much all at once. I couldn’t hold it all in my mouth and Spencer slipped out of me with the leftover fluid landing on his lower stomach. 

“It’s your turn now cariña,” Luke moaned. He hitched one of my legs up and the new angle had me seeing stars. I couldn’t hold in the cries and shrieks no matter how much I wanted to. I was wailing as I finally, finally, was given release. My arms were too weak to hold me up so I had my face pressed down on the sheets beneath me. 

Luke continued to pound harder and faster inside of me, chasing after his own release. His grip on my hips got harder, his nails digging into my skin, as his pace stuttered to an uneven pace. A few more thrusts and he had my hips pressed against his as I felt him spasm inside of me while I continued to contract around him. 

We stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled out and went to the bathroom. I was still trying to catch my breath while Spencer was in a nearly comatose state. Luke returned with wipes in his hand as he cleaned the both of us from the sticky mess we made. He led me to the bathroom to relieve myself while giving Spencer some water. He also helped us put our pajamas on. Soon we were all cuddled up in bed, holding on to each other with happy, sleepy smiles gracing our faces. 

“I love you guys,” I said, snuggling impossibly closer to them. Spencer giggled at my antics, his long limps wrapped around the both of us before drowsily mumbling he loves us too. We waited, peeking one eye open to see if Luke would say it back.

“I love you guys too, even if you’re both a couple of brats.” 

We laughed with him, because we all know that he loved our bratty sides the most. I drifted to sleep, in the comfortable embrace of the men I love most in the world.

[in-tua-deep]

Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?

UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao

so a crossover hmmm

First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers

So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them

In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!

End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future

Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long

Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell

Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece

But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again

So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him

So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.

Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk

Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.

(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)

So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere

so of course heroes get involved

Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion

anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years

"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."

"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.

"I'm 58." Five says.

"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.

"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.

"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing

on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not

though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing

anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal

on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens

Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on

Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?

RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c

Aizawa: no

Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"

nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"

honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this

Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point

also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."

I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.

i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo

but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"

"the what"

"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"

"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."

all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention

klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn

(klaus: your name is shimura nana??

all might: immediately dies choking on blood)

i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma

the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes

diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort

Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics

every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like

Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens

Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?

izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series

Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.

Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?

Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment

Mina: hell yeah game the system

they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon

Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."

Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"

deku: vanya we have so much in common

iida and uraraka: concerned noises

aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.

there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)

five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.

(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)

five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to

nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?

klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!

luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?

on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all

allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks

allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝

aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net

i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world

i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.

they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)

i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it

i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room

also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.

a teacher: why is a student in here -

Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult

nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"

five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"

anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny

[sageinacage]

Hellooo I saw you were taking requests again!! :D Would you be alright doing a bit of a hurt/comfort ish playful fic like Tommy asking techno to help train him. Techno notices that tommy starts to completely overwork himself and comforts him about like not feeling good enough to be techno's brother and techno playfully tickling him to force him to take a break? I'm sorry if this was a long prompt, it's 4am lol... Thank you so much!! :D

summary: tommy wants to be as strong as his brother techno, but doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to a/n: sorry i haven’t been active this weekend :[ im on the last 3 weeks of school and they’re piling so much stuff WAAAH warnings: swearing, self consciousness, self doubt (this is a hurt/comfort fic!) w/c: 1.6k

DSMP

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“Techno, how did you get to be so… strong?”

“Hard work, Tommy. A lotta’ hard work.”

Tommy huffed, crossing his arms. That was definitely not the answer he wanted, because the boy wanted to be a force to be reckoned with now. “Well… what kind of hard work?” He egged on, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Well, experience is a big one- I’ve done a lot of fighting and gained a lot of perspective from that… uhhhh… I study books with ancient techniques? I uhhh, let me put some thought into this, kid,”

Techno continued to think, putting a hand to his chin in thought. None of these Tommy liked, as they both took much time, perseverance, and he was just too young to have had as much experience as his brother. “Oh, I’ve trained a lot-”

“Aha! Training! How do I train?” Tommy cheered, almost leaping with how excited he got. The boy assumed he would be able to be unstoppable after one training session, but his older brother didn’t know how to convey that it wasn’t possible- but also didn’t want to crush his spirits at the same time.

“Tommy,” Techno started, then let out a long sigh, “..it’s not that easy. I’d be willing to help but-”

“Let’s go now then, big man!” The blonde exclaimed triumphantly, marching towards the entrance to their house’s backyard. Techno watched him stomp out the room towards the back exit, shaking his head and following the boy.

When he arrived outside, Tommy was already in a set of armor with his sword out, grinning madly at Techno. With an amused huff, the piglin picked up his sword and stood a good distance from in front of him.

“Alright, the first thing is stance. Make sure you’re standing so you’ll be able to block on any side of you.” Techno placed his sword down, heading to Tommy. He gently moved his arms and shoulders to be in a preferred position. The boy stood there, completely stiff like a statue.

“Y’know you gotta loosen up, you need to be able to block and dodge attacks and can’t do that when you’re stone.”

“I gotta be like stone, so I can’t be knocked down!”

Techno shook his head, pushing his hand into Tommy’s side, making him fall on the grass. “That wasn’t fair!” Tommy whined, getting up and brushing the dirt off of his light armor. “All is fair in fights, kid. You never know what your opponent will do.” The piglin explained, pushing up his glasses.

Tommy muttered something under his breath, getting into the fighting stance his brother showed him. “I’m ready!” He announced, Tech sighing. “Tommy, you need to know the basics before going into battle.” He frowned, crossing his arms. “There are no basics in war!” Tommy rebuttals, using the phrase Techno used earlier against him.

“Actually there is-”

“I didn’t ask!” Tommy ran at Techno, falling onto the dirt as the man stepped to the side. “You don’t just run at someone and expect to get a hit on them, smartass.” He playfully flicked his brother’s head, who grumbled and got up, trying to get more hits on Techno.

The piglin continued to step out of the way, eventually sighing and easily disarming him from his blunt training sword.

“Tommy-”

“I can’t do it! How can I even be your brother?! I can barely even hold the sword, it's so heavy! I’m done with this, I’ll never be as strong as you!” Tommy fumed, throwing his armor off and stomping inside the house to go up to his room. Techno put his training sword away, sighing softly. ‘The kid has potential, he just gets ahead of himself.’ Techno thought, then heading inside to go upstairs to check up on his little brother.

“Can I come in?” He knocked on the door, hearing a small ‘no’ from inside. Techno huffed. “Please? I want to talk to you, Toms.” He asked again, then hearing nothing. “Fine.” Tommy gave him permission to come in, which Techno gladly took.

“Hey,” His brother sat at the foot of his bed, looking at him. “You’re just so cool. You’re Technoblade, everyone knows you as strong and scary. And… and I’m just Tommy. The little brother, the obnoxious one.” He ranted, sniffling softly as he curled his knees in and hiding his face.

“I wouldn’t say that, Tommy. I’ve heard people talk about how brave you are, which I’m gonna have to agree with. Also, you’re not obnoxious, I wouldn’t want to hang out with you if you were.” Techno showed him a small smile, opening his arms. Tommy leaped into them, wrapping his arms around his brother and holding his cape with an iron grip.

“Really? People think that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that, kid.”

“I am pretty brave and cool, I gotta say,” Tommy chuckled softly at himself, his giggles slowly growing as Techno sighed at him. “Oh, I’ll give you something to laugh about!” He exclaimed playfully, his dull claws shifting around his waist.

“TEHehehechno!” Tommy made the poor mistake of shifting onto his back, so now he was just sprawled across his brother’s lap, stuck in his tickly grasp. “Tommy!” Techno playfully mocked, snickering at Tommy’s small growl in defiance.

“You’re really brave to try to rebuttal my attack, ain'tcha?” He spoke lowly, slipping one of his hands under Tommy’s loose shirt to lightly scratch at the sensitive skin around his belly. “Yohou suhUHUCK!” He complained, kicking his legs out in front of him. “What did you just say to me? You really are fearless.”

The boy was about to smile triumphantly until a blunt claw gently scritched over the bundle of nerves over his hip bone. “SHIHIHIT- Nohot thahahat!” Tommy complained. “Sohomewhehere else!”

“Y’know Tommy, when I tickle Ranboo right here he’d dip out right away. You must be tough if you can withstand this!” Techno praised, a fond smile washing over his face. Tommy continued to shake his head, the ticklish sensations making him tingle all over.

“Hmmm, let’s see if I could make you break. Highly doubt it for how well you’re taking it though, kid.” He chortled before laying Tommy down and skittering both his fingers up his sides. “IT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!” He arched his back, a wheeze escaping him. The claws continued to explore up his sides, dragging back down before stopping at his upper ribs to scribble over the ticklish skin there.

“WHIHIHIYYY?!” Tommy whined, slamming his arms down. “Because!” Techno smirked, drilling his fingers as they were trapped and he couldn’t wiggle them anymore. “THAHAHAT’S WOHOHORSE!” He screeched, the piglin just laughing. “Then free me, smarty!” His fingers continued to drill and prod as much as they could, shifting up to reach his underarms.

“NOHOHO! IT’LL BEHE EVEN WOHOHORSE!” Tommy grumbled, kicking his legs. “Good observation, Tommy! Never let your enemy get an advantage!” His brother praised again, smiling down at him. The grumpiness in the boy’s tone turned more gleeful, the pinkette grunting in success.

“But what if the enemy planned a surprise attack?!” Techno exclaimed, leaning his head down to blow a raspberry over the upper part of his tummy, repeating the action but on his navel next time. “I WIHILL SUHUHURVIVE!” Tommy retorted, trying to push at his head. “I’d like to see you try.” He challenged, lifting his shirt a small bit before leaning down to place nibbles along his lower belly and around his hips.

“FUHUHUCK! TEHEHECHNOHO!” He threw his head back, still holding onto Techno’s hair but not really pushing him away. Techno was genuinely surprised- usually, his nibbles can kill anyone and make them plead for mercy. “Wow Tommy, you can withstand my nibbles? You must really be a champ, huh kid?” He complimented, smiling at Tommy’s giddy squeal.

Techno knew how much Tommy needed this, he needed to hear how actually brave and tough he was, because the truth was the kid was strong, just needed to hear it to believe it. “You were able to survive that, but can you survive this?” He devilishly smiled, moving his claws over to scritch at his lower tummy as he nibbled up his sides.

“YOHOHOU’RE HOHORRIBLE!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs and arching his back, but still wasn’t begging for mercy like Techno thought he would. “Able to survive again? This is like the hardest time I’ve had tiring someone out, Toms.” Techno admitted, Tommy giggling and happily chortling in response. He was genuinely proud of himself, feeling stronger than ever.

“Alright. I give up.” Techno chuckled, pulling his brother in for a hug while he calmed down. “I wohohon!” Tommy announced excitedly, hugging him back. “Yeah yeah, whatever.” The piglin sighed contently, pulling away.

“You know Tommy, being strong is more than just physical strength. You gotta have the right mindset, and you’ve definitely got it. I’ve never met someone as strong-willed, enthusiastic, and brave as you.” Techno explained, rubbing his stomach and side area, trying to help with the after-tickles.

“Reheally?”

“Yeah, really.” Techno chuckled, getting up. “How about I teach you a lesson in some historic techniques in fighting, I think you’ll find it interesting.”

“Books are so boring- ugh, fine.” Tommy crossed his arms, standing up and stretching, before following his brother out of the room. “What were you boys doing?! I thought Tommy was being attacked for a hot minute.” Phil laughed from the kitchen, seeing them walk by. “I beat Techno in a tickle fight, that’s what happened!” Tommy laughed, nudging his brother.

“Yep. He beat me. Strong kid, I tell ‘ya.”