#whatever i'll just sit in my corner and make my own stuff

[emp-blast]

^me sneaking my way into blizzard hq to steal sigma from them

[imbored1201]

Hello, can you do a Lionesses x Teen Reader? where the reader's having a crush on a girl but the Lionesses are not having it. Not in a homophobic way, but just them not liking that you have a crush in general. They tried everything to make your crush go away 'cause for them, reader is too little and too cute for something like that.

The Text Message

A/N: I don’t know why, but I struggle so much with coming up with a title for the fics😭

Lioness x Teen Reader (Reader also plays for Barca)

Word Count: 1,094

You could feel their stares, but continued to ignore them. You were sitting far away from the rest of the girls. Texting your crush, well, trying to get the balls to send the 'I like you' text. 

Usually you would sit next to Mary and throw food at everyone, but now you were quiet, in your own little corner, attached to your phone. 

You had been doing that for the past two days.

You met your crush after a game with Barcelona; you saw her regularly since she went to lots of them. She was always sitting first row behind the goal on the left side of the field, so it was easy to find her, and you found yourself staring at her a lot during pregame warmups. 

You would always have a little chat with her while you signed stuff for the fans around her. It wasn't until a huge win where you scored a hat trick that you gained the confidence to ask her for her number, and she gladly gave it to you. 

Then came the texting none stop; you even went to the movies a couple of times together. You didn't know if she felt the same though; you didn't even know if she liked girls. 

This is why you were sitting here staring at your phone, deciding whether to send it or not. It wasn't until Tooney and Alessia decided to sneak up on you to see what was dragging you away from the rest of the team. 

They made themselves known when Tooney snatched your phone away and read what was on the screen. "hey!" You yelled as you tried getting it back, but Alessia held you back.

"You have a crush?!" Tooney yelled in shock. She swore just yesterday you were ranting about how dating was disgusting. 

"Lucy! Your kid has a crush." Lucy looked confused, but walked over and looked at the phone. "Who is this?" She questioned you, "someone." Millie took the phone now. 

"Girls, just leave her be," Beth tried to defend you. "It's normal for a girl her age to have a crush on someone," LJ added. At least they understood. 

"Who is this?" Lucy asked again, "A girl, Lucy, possibly my future girlfriend. Probably not; I don't even know if she fucking likes girls!" You ranted, "Language, jeez, you see what you're teaching her, Mary." Mary looked offended at Lucy's comment. 

"Stop it! Leave her alone." Keira took back your phone and handed it to you. "How much money do you want?" You looked at Millie, who had a serious look on her face. 

"What?" "I'll give you whatever you want if you forget about this crush of yours." Keira laughed in disbelief. "Millie, you cannot be serious. It's just a crush!" Millie shook her head. 

"She's too young for that!" Rachel joined in. You were starting to get overwhelmed, considering everyone was gathered around. 

"You didn't care when I told you about my crush on that character," you told Lucy as you crossed your arms.

"Because there's no chance in hell you would be able to date her, you actually have a chance with this random girl." While Lucy was ranting, you continued to stare at the text. 

"I'm sending it." Before you could, you got tackled by two different people, Millie and Rachel. "No! You're too innocent to start dating. She can hurt you," you groaned as Mary took your phone. 

You glared at Tooney and Lessi and said, "You two started this; you need to learn how to mind your own business." They both looked offended and shocked by what you said. Chloe and Georgia bursted out laughing as they took your phone to scroll through the other messages. 

"So, you've been to the movies with her," Georgia whistled. "What! When?" Lucy looked betrayed that you didn't tell her. 

"Like two weeks ago," you shrugged, "and you didn't tell me?" "Look at how you're reacting right now; this is the reason why," you told her as you huffed and stormed out of the room. 

Lucy groaned as she watched and turned to Keira, who was giving her a look of disappointment. "What? She's too young to date Keira."

"Oh please, everyone in this room had their first girlfriend or boyfriend when they were like 14, Lucy. She's 16 and just trying to experience new things outside of football.”

Everyone went silent. "We don't want her getting hurt," Rachel told her. "She'll be fine; trust me, Lucy will interrogate that girl to make sure her intentions are good." Lucy smirked and proudly nodded. 

"Now go apologize to the kid," they all groaned and left to find you. 

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You rolled your eyes as you heard a knock on your door. "What?" You said harshly. "Kiddo, can we talk to you?" Mary asked, "No." You stubbornly said, "Come on, open the door; we have your favorite candy." You perked up at that. "Fine," you said, opening the door, and Millie was quick to barge in. 

"Hey! Where's the candy?" "We'll get it for you later." Rachel held out her pinky, and you gladly took it. 

"We're sorry," Millie started as she elbowed Lucy. "Yeah, sorry," Rachel and Mary nodded. "And we'll support the relationship," Mary added on.

"But if she does something, we can hire teenagers to take care of her for you. We would, but we're assuming she's underage," Rachel said, but she saw the little smirk on your face. 

"She's your age though, right? I know your into older women." You blushed at that and nodded. "She's 17." "17?!" Mary shouted, "Mary, I turn 17 in like a month, and she just turned 17 a week ago." Mary let out a sigh of relief at that. 

"But you have to tell Alexia, and I don't want you going to her house alone," she warned you, and you rolled your eyes but nodded. "And I need to meet her." "You know we're not dating, right? I don't even know if she swings that way." 

Millie pinched your cheeks. "Who wouldn't want to be with your adorable face?" she cooed, and you smacked her hands away.

“You’ll be fine; I’m sure she likes you.” For the first time, Lucy was right. She did end up liking you, and now you were taking her out on a date. 

Of course Lucy was there to see how she was, and she ended up liking her a bit, but not fully since, according to her, ‘it’s too early to tell how she truly is’. 

[strangersteddierthings]

Porcelain Steve - Part 2

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine

There's commotion from the house, loud enough for Eddie and Robin to hear it outside. Both turn towards the house, Robin halfway to standing up already, and the door is pushed open, El falling through it to get outside.

Someone calls El's name from inside, but she doesn't even turn around. She marches across the lawn to Eddie and Robin. "They are too loud and angry in there. Take me somewhere else."

Joyce makes it out the door next and with a raise of her hand behind her, one finger up, she stops everyone in the doorway. She descends the steps of the porch and Eddie is in awe about how much power she wields because no one follows after. Not even Dustin, who is the absolute worst at following orders.

"Whatever you need," Eddie answers El. He doesn't think she's blinked since exiting the house.

"We can go to Steve's," Robin offers. She's standing now and roots in a pocket of her jeans before pulling out a keychain with three keys on it. "Maybe it'll help being around all his stuff?"

"We can take my van," Eddie offers.

"That would be great," Joyce says, reaching out and grabbing one of El's hands in her own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Come on, let's get some shoes on."

"Thank you," El says, shooting Eddie a smile before her eyes drop down to look at Steve. A frown returns to her face before she turns and heads back into the house with Joyce.

Robin turns to Eddie, offering a hand to him. She's probably offering to pull him up, but he holds Steve out to her instead. He doesn't understand why she looks surprised at that, but she takes Steve, cradles him close to herself like he had done earlier.

Eddie climbs into his van, starting it and reaching over to turn the dial on the radio down so it's not blasting at the loud volume he keeps it on. Robin hovers with the passenger door open. "You getting in, Buckley?"

"Yeah, eventually. Just thinking if I should crawl in the back. Let Joyce and El have the seats?"

"Oh. Yeah. Probably."

She's absently petting Steve's hair, eyes slightly misty. He watches as she blinks away the tears before letting out a big sigh. "I just want to pass Steve off to whoever will be wearing a seatbelt. I've seen how you drive, Munson."

Eddie catches the teasing tone in her voice and laughs. "Fair. I'll take corners about 3 miles per hour slower than I normally do."

Robin laughs. "That's probably still ten above the speed limit."

"You should not speed," El's voice makes both Robin and Eddie jump. She's standing just behind Robin, and a quick look around shows Joyce on the porch, a worried look on her face but she makes no move to step off the porch.

"Is your mom coming?" Eddie asks. A complicated set of expressions crosses El's face and he's worried he might have asked the wrong thing somehow but then El answers.

"No. Just me. I will sit in the center," She slides past Robin and crawls up onto the bench seat of Eddie's van, scoots across the seat until she butts up against Eddie, and searches for the seatbelt before securing it.

"Here," Robin holds Steve out to El, who takes him, before Robin pulls herself into the van, shutting the door and buckling herself in.

Eddie doesn't go immediately because he's a bit busy watching El look at Steve. She's holding him like she's not sure how. She wraps one hand around an arm and his waist and uses the other to poke a porcelain cheek, right over the two moles just below his cheek bone. He can see the creases of a frown on her face.

"Are you okay, El?" Robin asks, which is good because he was about to, and he thinks his voice will come out more watery.

"I...," El looks up to Robin, then back down to Steve, "I do not know."

It hits Eddie like a freight truck just how young El is. He has to put the van in gear and drive to give his mind something to focus on or he's going to do something stupid, like bear hug El and ugly cry into her grown out buzzcut.

"Hey, that's okay," Robin says, "it's okay to not know how you're doing. This is a complicated situation."

"I barely know Steve," El says, which surprises Eddie. They all seem close, so much so that Eddie still feels like an intruder at times. Still, there is a tone to her voice that seems off to Eddie. "We do not have a reason to hang out. Not like everyone else. Lucas plays basketball with him. Dustin and Max claim him as their brother. Even Erica-"

El stops talking abruptly. Eddie glances towards her but she's staring down at Steve, so Eddie flicks his eyes to Robin, who is already looking at him and making an 'I don't' know' gesture with her hands before Eddie returns his eyes to the road.

"Mike does not care for Steve much," El continues suddenly, the tone still there and Eddie feels like he knows it, "I spent so much time with Mike that I think I did not care for Steve, either. Not on purpose. But- but in a way that you do not care about a thing because it is not important in your life?"

No one says anything else, because what can they say? Shortly after, Eddie pulls into the driveway of the Harrington residence behind Steve's Bimmer. "Alright ladies. Once more unto the breach!"

They crawl from the van and Robin unlocks the door. El and Eddie step through first. El moves into the house, clutching at Steve like he's her favorite stuffed toy. Robin freezes in the doorway, looks like she's not even breathing.

"Buckley?" Eddie is whispering and he doesn't know why.

"Sorry, sorry," Robin exhales a shaking breath. "It's just- Nancy and I- sorry. Uh, El, do you need us to do anything?"

She glides past Eddie to catch up to El and he is left to close the door. He wonders if, maybe, Robin should have also stayed at the Byers-Hopper home. It had been her and Nancy that had come to check in on Steve just this morning. It wasn't unusual to not hear from Steve sometimes (everyone needed their time to just be alone) but today must have marked Too Many Days for Robin because she'd called Nancy for a ride, and they'd found this. A locked house, Steve's car still here, and resting against the pillows of Steve's bed had been the porcelain replica. Nothing out of place, no ransom notes, nothing to make it seem like nefarious going ons had been taking place. Just the Harrington house, devoid of a flesh and blood Steve Harrington.

Coming back must be surreal.

"Eddie, you okay?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," Eddie startles a little. He'd been lost in his own head for a moment there.

"Can El have your bandana? She needs something to use as a blindfold."

"Yeah," Eddie moves through the house, to the living room where El has sat herself on the floor in front of the TV. Steve is lain in her lap, a mirror of the image Eddie must have made on the front lawn. He pulls the bandana from his pocket, folding it diagonally before offering it out to El.

She takes it, eyes flicking up to Eddie's. She looks sad. "Can you make the TV staticky?"

"On it."

Robin closes all the blinds and curtains, making the house a bit darker and Eddie gets the TV on, white noise filling the room.

They sit in that white noise for what feels like an eternity but when Eddie checks his watch, is actually about 22 minutes, before El suddenly yanks the makeshift blind fold off with a frustrated huff.

"It is not working!" She shouts.

Eddie looks to Robin, but she looks just as lost about all this as Eddie feels. Well. Eddie's always been good with kids. He'll make the attempt. "El, you said earlier you didn't know if you were okay. Maybe figuring that out will help? It can't be easy to get into the right headspace with other thoughts floating around. "

She looks down at Steve, then back to Eddie. Her eyes are wet. "I am scared."

Eddie nods, "me too. This is scary."

"I am scared I will not find him," she says, then drops her voice to a whisper to continue, "but I am more scared that I will."

He really wishes Joyce would have come with. Or Hopper, Jonathan, Will, anyone who actually knows El. He thinks she need a kind of comfort he and Robin cannot provide. "Well, El, what's the part that's really scary?"

She's quiet for a long time. "Steve has never needed saving before. Not by me. What if I can't?"

"Oh El, it's not on you to save him," Robin says, sliding off the couch to be on the floor with them. She must have more information than Eddie about why El would say that, which makes since, because Robin was part of the conversation when they'd decided to have El try and reach out to Steve. "It's not fair that it's only you that can do this, but we didn't ask expecting you to fix it. That's not the pressure we meant to put on you. All we want is a confirmation. And if you can't, that's okay, too. That'll be okay."

El frowns, bottom lip quivering before she reaches down and picks up Steve, shoving him into Eddie's arms before she launches herself at Robin, arms around her neck and burying her face into Robin's neck. Robin looks startled, eyes wide going to Eddie. He pulls Steve to his neck, in an imitation of the position El is in, then hugs him with one arm and uses his other hand to pet at Steve's hair, trying to make meaningful eyes contact with Robin. She gets with the program, hugging El and petting the back of her head.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. You want us to call Joyce or Hopper over?" Robin soothes, her body now gently rocking with El in her lap.

There's a muffled, quiet 'no' from El but that's it. She doesn't say anything else, or move, for a couple minutes.

El pulls back finally, away from Robin to sit up straight. "Okay. I am ready again. Please hand me Steve."

He does, belatedly realizing he was still cuddling and petting Steve. Oh. He really hopes that if Steve is the doll, that he doesn't have any sort of touch receptors going on. That'll be embarrassing.

Steve settled in her lap again, blindfold back on, El tries again.

It takes about two minutes before Eddie watches a bit of blood trickle out of her nose. He shoots a worried look to Robin before lifting a hand, intent on reaching out to El, but before he fully extends his arm, Robin stops him with a shake of her head.

Another eternity passes before El gasps and pulls the blindfold off.

"What happened? Did you find him?" Robin asks.

El looks from Robin to Eddie, then down to Steve, then back up to Eddie, a small smile on her face. "Yeah. He wants me to tell you 'thank you, for taking the time to explain because Dustin never does.' He said you would know what he was talking about?"

"Holy shit." He and Robin say it at the same time. Robin scrabbles over the couch, rather than around it, and dashes out of sight. Eddie doesn't think he could make his legs work if he wanted to. Steve can hear them. (Ha Dustin!)

El deposits Steve into Eddie's arms. "It is him. He does not know what happened, either. He can hear and see. He appreciates that you did not let the sun blind him."

"El, you are the most amazing person I've ever met," Eddie says and watches the grin grow on El's face. "Alright. Well, the first step to a solution is knowing and now we know."

Robin pops back into view behind the couch, "everyone is on their way here now. I tried to tell Will we'd go back to them, 'cause y'know, less people and cars to worry about but I guess they want the base of operations to be here. How mad do you think Steve would be if I got copies of my key made for everyone?"

"I can ask him," El offers.

"Nah," Eddie grins, "it's always better to ask forgiveness than permission. And you'll forgive us, won't you, Stevie?"

Steve, of course, does not answer, but it does settle something inside Eddie knowing that he hears the question.

Steve's a doll. They know that for sure. Now, they can find a solution.

[neverinadream]

A "White" Christmas

Summary: With her parents visiting to celebrate the holidays early, Y/N finds herself cock blocked in her own home.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Wit It This Christmas - Ariana Grande

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, pre-established relationship, fluff, boyfriend!christian, uses of she/her pronouns, soft dom!christian x sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (pretty, baby, good girl...), praise kink, mutual masturbation, a little bit of cum play, not edited

Notes: to the girls in the gc, i am not back, just thought i would surprise you 🤭 to everyone else, hello, hi, here's my first festive-ish fic. i'll be honest, there isn't much festive about this, other than like two lines and the pun in the title but it's something...a little clunky and the ending is rushed but whatever. anyway feedback is always appreciated

“Please, Christian!”

A laugh trickled up Christian's throat, passing his lips on a single breath, as Y/N continued to stagger open-mouthed kisses up the column of his neck and across the stubble that painted his jaw. His hands go to her hips, holding her still when she tries to grind against him, desperate to seek out some friction to soothe the ache that had been building between her thighs all night. Rolled up sleeves, flexed forearms, and lingering touches that burned away the cold, winter chill were a tasty recipe that was only leading to disappointment.

“I need you,” she whines into his ear, dragging her hand down his toned chest. His body grows taut, her hand dusting over his shorts, earning a faint groan as she squeezes him through the black material. “You want me too, baby,” she dips her head back into the curve of his neck, “unless you've got something else stuffed down your shorts.”

“Your parents-”

“I can be quiet.”

“Ha!” His laughter gets lost inside her mouth, her lips crashing against his, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip when he doesn't allow her tongue to meet his. “The only way I can keep you quiet is if I stuff your mouth,” he says, her ears hearing only the truth.

“So treat my mouth like a stocking and stuff it,” she purrs, the corners of her mouth turning upwards into a wickedly delightful grin.

Her hand slides inside his shorts, stroking him from root to tip as she takes his cock with a tight grip. Soft grunts leave his mouth, her hand coming up to wrap around the head, squeezing it with enough pressure to make him dizzy.

He tips his head back, softly thudding against the headboard. “You're gonna be the death of me, one day.”

“So…is that a yes?” She asks, batting her eyelashes.

“Not exactly,” he watches the disappointment roll over her features, “but, I have an idea, if you're willing to try.”

“Go on…”

“You want to come, yes?” She goes quiet, answering with a nod. “So, touch yourself-”

“It's not the same,” she cuts him off, bringing her mouth against his neck, teasing out a moan as she licks down to his collarbone. She bites, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, her thighs clamping as he squeezes her hips tighter. “I want you to touch me,” she whines, nuzzling her face against his stubble, enjoying the feel of it rasping against her skin, “I want you to make me come.”

“I'll still be here,” he flips their position, hopping off the bed before she can respond, “and I'll be doing the exact same thing.” He peels his shirt off over his head, throwing it in her direction; she bats it away like a cat’s paw to a fly. “Show me what you do to yourself when I'm away,” he coaxes, “and I'll show you what I do.”

She sits up, her fingers taking control as she reaches for the end of her T-Shirt. “I don't see how this is any different to us just having sex,” she mumbles, tossing it to the end of the bed.

“Leave the bra on,” Christian utters, parting his lips on a groan. His hand is pushed down the front of his shorts, giving himself a slow stroke as he admires the dark red lace.

She looks down at her recent purchase, thinking the colour was fitting for the holiday season. “So you like it?”

“It's gonna be something new to think about when I'm away,” he confesses, pulling his shorts off, kicking them away as they reach the ground. His cock had sprung up, the tip swollen and red, aching to be emptied. He works his pre-cum over the head, a moan getting lost in the back of his throat as he does his best to stay quiet. “Our bed is against the same wall as your parents’, baby,” he painfully reminds her, “and I haven't recovered from the last time we tried to have sex under the same roof as your parents. Or, do you not remember your mom interrupting us?”

Heat trickles up her neck. “I remember, but this is our house. We can have sex in our own home.”

“Not tonight,” he shakes his head, “not this week.” She huffs a breath, back slumping against the headboard. She couldn't believe she was being cock blocked by her own parents in her own home, with a boyfriend who was going along with it. “Now, spread your legs,” he orders, climbing to kneel at her feet, “and pull your panties to the side. I want to see you.”

She sits up, parting her legs without any hesitation, biting her lip to suppress a whimper as she exposes herself to the cold air. It's pretty and perfect, glistening with arousal.

“Wider,” he mumbles, slowing his strokes, “spread your pussy open for me.” He knows he can't be loud, but a groan rips through him as she uses two fingers to spread her lips. “Look at it,” he squeezes his hand tight around the tip, “it's just begging for me to fuck it.”

“Please,” she whimpers, brushing her fingers over her clit, dancing around the sensitive nub. Her free hand roams her chest, drawing his gaze to the way she pinched her nipples through the lace. She whimpers again, tugging harshly on her nipple. “Please, Christian,” she tips her head back, exposing the soft column of her neck, “please, just fuck me!”

“Quiet, baby,” he leans over her body, skirting his mouth up her neck, nipping at her pulse point and flicking his tongue against her ear, “we don't need your daddy hearing his little girl begging to be fucked through the wall.”

“And what about this daddy?” She grins, nudging him back to look at him. His eyes go wide, but his cock throbs in his hand. “What does this daddy need his little girl to do?”

He sits back on his heels, fucking his fist faster, wishing he could suck on the puckered bud pressing through her bra. “What do you think about when I'm away?” He nods to her hand, her fingers rubbing her clit in hard circles. “Do you think about me? Do you think about my fingers inside you instead of your own?”

She pushes two fingers inside her cunt, him watching as they come out coated in her wetness. He licks his lip thinking about how they would taste if she shoved them into his mouth. Those thoughts disappear as she pushes them back in, deeper this time, her back arching away from the bed. Her other hand slides over her belly and down to her clit.

“I think about you,” she's panting for air now, her pleasure building as she curls her fingers, brushing the sweet spot against her front wall, “us, on your birthday, out on the balcony.”

A laugh bubbles in his throat, his cheeks blushing the sweetest shade of pink as the memory comes flooding back to him. Her on his lap, his cock, thick and hard through his pants, rubbing up against her aching cunt. “That was a good night,” he agrees, pumping his cock, squeezing his head on every upstroke. He was close, but he knew she was too. “Never did finish, did we?”

She can't answer, the words trapped inside, so she just shakes her head instead.

“I think…” Her eyes roll, bottom lip catching between her teeth to keep herself quiet. She pumps her fingers and rubs her clit faster. “...I'm close.”

“Yeah?” He matches her speed, forearms flexing, his tattoos visible from the corner of her eyes. His lips part on a silent groan. “Good, because I don't think I'll last much longer.” Her name shudders out his mouth. “Fuck-!” He shifts until he’s straddling one of her thighs, his cock pointing proudly towards her as he jerks his hand in her direction. “Can I come on your pussy?”

She whimpers, feeling empty as she withdraws her fingers. “Do it,” she nods, rubbing her clit, the last little push she needs to hurtle herself off the edge.

She comes with his name on her lips, her hand clamped over her mouth to catch the majority of her screams, and Christian comes to the sound of it. His eyes squeeze shut, muttering, “take it, take it all,” under his breath as he coats her pussy in his cum. The release knocks off his balance and he grabs the top of the headboard to stop himself from collapsing on top of Y/N.

He tries to catch his breath, his forehead briefly pressing against hers, his body half slumped over. “When do your parents leave?” He asks, brushing his thumb lightly over her swollen clit. She shudders, biting her bottom lip to cage the whine that was strangled in the back of her throat. “End of the week, right?” She nods her head. “Good,” he murmurs, wiping his fingers through his cum, painting his arousal around her cunt, “because I'm tired of being cock blocked in my own home.”

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[pinkroseblooms]

Boy Toy, Pt.2

Sugar Baby!TojixSugar Mama!f!Reader

Summary: Something's changed in your dynamic lately; Toji makes it clear the night you unknowingly push him towards desperate measures to ensure you keep your promise. AU without sorcerers and curses, etc, forgot if I mentioned that in the previous part. wc: 4.3k a/n: warnings and tags include smut, rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, dubcon, threats of forced impregnation/kidnapping, yandere!Toji, possessive behavior, toxic ass behavior, emotional manipulation, jealousy, sub/dom elements, sort of pet play(ngl I'm not sure?) reader is pretty twisted as well, lots inappropriate stuff, I'll add more later if I need to. Enjoy!

Nothing really changes the next few weeks; in the aftermath of your attempt to cut ties with Toji, you’ve found it fairly easy to return to the previous “arrangement” between the two of you. The only difference is that Toji is more...affectionate?

Granted, he’s never been shy: when the line between client and employer had been crossed, Toji became quickly accustomed to invading your personal space pretty much any time the mood struck him. Whether it was sweeping you up in his arms to pin you against whatever nearby surface was stable enough to rail you against or just giving your bottom a playful pinch, Toji would strike without warning or care for your busy schedule. For the most part, you had no complaints, as long as Toji was mindful to not leave marks that couldn’t be easily covered. As for non sexual contact, it was almost always you who initiated hugs, chaste kisses, hand holding, etc. Toji allowed it, welcomed it eventually, but it was rare for him to be the one to initiate unless the physical touches were leading to sex. 

“You smell so good.” 

“You need to shave.” You chuckle softly as Toji nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble leaving a slightly red mark as it itches the skin. “I should smell nice; because of someone I had to wash up again.”

After you finally managed to pry Toji off you, you had hopped into the shower while he stayed lounging in the bed, feeling too lazy to do more than wipe himself off with the shirt he had practically ripped in two to take off earlier. You were sitting in front of your vanity, having planned out your outfit ahead of time and now you were trying to decide what to accessorize with while Toji offered such helpful suggestions as, “don’t wear panties” and “are you sure you don’t want to go again?” 

“Whatcha getting all dolled up for?” Toji asks absently, pressing slow, sensual kisses down your shoulder. “Come back to bed. Let’s stay in tonight.”

“You say that like that isn’t what we do most nights.”

“You hate going out more than I do.”

“As true as that is,” You conceded lightly. “I still have obligations: the current CEO of Kamo invited me to dinner to discuss some proposals about shipping their products through us. You can eat without me, I’m planning on taking advantage of the free meal.”

“That’s my girl.”

One of your family’s company’s most influential associates cornered you after that morning’s meeting for a separate one on one dinner to go over the plans. You can grin and bear it to keep things genial, tedious as it all is. Choso Kamo is a little less rigid when he’s not around a group of people and you suppose he feels more relaxed speaking to someone he’s more familiar with. 

“But ya know, I could just kill him for you.”

“Did you run out of your allowance already?” Your eyes drift from your face in the mirror to where Toji has returned to sit on the edge of the bed. “I told you, if you want more for betting, you’re on your own.”

“You can afford it.” Toji replies with a shrug, not making any move to slip his boxers back on. “I didn’t actually: what makes you assume I blew through the cash already?”

“Because, it sounds like you’re fishing for a job. Anyway, I don’t need you to kill anyone.” You dab a dot of cream over the faint dark circles under your eyes. “Not at the moment.”

“I heard this guy is into some shady side deals. Is he dangerous?”

“Allegedly. Anybody who does get their hands on incriminating evidence always seems to go radio silent.” You apply a touch of red to your lips. “He could be a problem if I offend him during our meeting, but he’s smart enough to know his place; as long as I don’t directly challenge what authority he believes he has over me, our negotiation will be smooth sailing. He’s not the type to try anything.”

“No worries, he’s not gonna try shit with me there.”

You raise an eyebrow at Toji’s smirking face. “Absolutely not.”

“I’m your bodyguard: shouldn’t I go along and, ya know, guard your body?” Toji’s eyes travel down your shoulders and back to your ass; you’re perched on the cushioned stool in front of your vanity. He loves watching you get ready, at least, he usually does. “I wouldn’t wear that clingy dress to a business dinner.”

“Which dress would you wear?”

“Cute.” Toji snorts. “When are we leaving?”

“I’m leaving in an hour and a half. Do I really need to explain why your presence would be detrimental to this occasion?” You absentmindedly fix your hair, mentally debating on wearing it up or down. Luckily the marks Toji had so savagely left had mostly faded; nothing that a little makeup and a strategically placed necklace wouldn’t cover. “We plan to discuss business, and that’s all.”

“I’d be going as your chaperone; he’ll probably have a couple men of his own posted outside the restaurant.”

“We’re meeting at his place.”

“His place.” Toji repeats flatly, easy going smirk falls. His eyes are boring holes into your head and you don’t need to glance in the mirror to know.

“It’s not the first time he’s had me over for a meal; he’s never made any inappropriate advances or threatened me.”

You sound bored as you explain all this to Toji, but it isn’t doing anything to pacify him. Why are you adamant about not having him come with you? He doesn’t need to be at the dinner table, he could stay outside the dining hall or sit in the car. It wouldn’t be the first time, even if it’s been a long while since you’ve had Toji play the role of hired muscle. 

“How long have you known him?”

You pause to think. “Technically since we’ve been children, but we’ve never been particularly close. Our families' companies have always worked in tandem together and now we end up working together every now and then. He’s my age, give or take a year.”

“Good looking?”

“Yes, I’d say so.” You turn around slightly. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to leave me for my colleague?”

Toji doesn’t find much humor in your attempt to get him to crack a smile. 

“What if he does make a move? If you turn him down, isn’t that bad for business?”

“I highly doubt it; that’s really not Choso’s style.”

“Sure sounds like you know him well.”

“My point is, there’s nothing to get worked up about. I’m going to a business dinner, not a battlefield.”

Toji is vaguely familiar with who Choso Kamo is and his family’s reputation, but their questionable business dealings isn’t what’s making his hackles raise.

When he escorts you to social events, Toji can see what he suspects you don’t pay attention to: men and women alike seem to hold their breath when you speak to them directly. Their eyes linger, they don’t seem to even be cognizant of their own behavior. Men in particular will cast scornful looks Toji’s way, the bravest make snide comments under their breath only to wither under his own cold gaze. 

It’s entirely possible that part of your allure is due to being so scarce in public: you only grace a function with your presence if it’s absolutely necessary or if it would be considered an affront to refuse the invitation. You’re not exactly a people person and you’re not actually as good at reading people as Toji: you prefer everything cut and dry; you’ve managed to get along by charisma more than anything else. Toji has noted that you’re a person people want to be liked by. They want your approval. Choso Kamo isn’t an exception. Toji recalls on two separate occasions the imposing man peeled himself away from his solitary position at his table to greet you and you alone. He’s the only one who holds Toji’s stare and returns it with a look of utter contempt.

Blind as you might be to it, Toji’s perceptive eyes can see how the man practically bounds over to you, eager gaze trained on your polite, but kind smile, the way his paw-like hand grips yours ever so carefully when you ask Choso about his brothers and make small talk. Choso wants your approval and Toji would bet a cool one million it’s not all he wants from you.

“Hey big guy, why don’t you order in something special for yourself for dinner?” You sit down on the edge of the bed next to him, lean your head against his shoulder and run one of your hands up and down his forearm. “What I want you to do is stay here, all warm and cozy in bed, while I handle all this boring work stuff. There’s absolutely no reason you need to concern yourself with Choso Kamo or anybody I might need to have these silly, boring dinner meetings with. Do you understand?”

“How often do you expect to be called out this late for ‘business dinners’?” Toji whips his head around, a deep frown marred his handsome features. “Don’t condescend to me; I’m not a fucking idiot.” he pulls his arm away from your comforting touch. “Shit, why don’t you just go marry the guy? He’s obviously the better fit: rich, got his own business, bet your family will fucking love him.”

“Oh for goodness sakes, I am not listening to this-”

“Sit down.” Toji easily pushes you by your shoulders so you plop right back down onto the mattress. “Don’t walk away from me. I already told you, if you think you can go behind my back and mess around with other men, you’re dead wrong. You get that lumbering jackass on the phone and cancel tonight because I’m telling you you’re not going.”

You stare up at him strangely. “You’re serious.”

“As a heart attack.”

“No, I mean,” A half smile of bewilderment comes to your lips. “I thought you were teasing, but…are you actually jealous?”

“No.”

You give Toji an unimpressed look. “Then why are you throwing a tantrum?”

“I’m not throwing a tantrum!” Toji barks, red faced and fists clenched; he’s itching to hit the pillows or the wall. He can’t remember the last time he had gotten this angry. “I’m just pissed.”

“Maybe, but I think you’re also worried.” You reply coolly. “I never even considered Choso before…but you know, he is my type. And he’s very agreeable when he’s not moody, reliable…I’m sure he would be a lot easier to train than another rabid dog I know.”

“I know what game you’re trying to play, little girl.” Toji leans down at the waist, arms on either side of you on the bed, as if to emphasize how much bigger and stronger he is. “You’re really pushing your luck.”

“Says the man with the gambling addiction.” You glance down between Toji’s legs. “Is that your way of trying to distract me?”

Toji follows your eyes; he hadn’t even noticed. He’s hard as a rock.

“I wonder what did it for you: was it pushing me down? Barking orders at me?” You reach up to poke Toji’s scrunched up nose. “Or did that talk about training do something to you?”

Toji doesn’t have to look down; he felt his cock twitch. You kiss his nose and put your hands on either side of his face.

“I really don’t intend on adopting another puppy anytime soon. Please Toji, be reasonable; I’ll only be gone for a few hours, you’ll barely miss me.”

Toji doesn’t say anything, but continues to scowl. He can hardly bring himself to think about it, but you’re wrong; he misses you every time you have to leave the house. Sure, Toji can spend his time however he likes with the allowance you give him and a house stocked with food and entertainment, but it doesn’t take long for him to get bored and sluggish. When you have to leave the house and don’t need him to escort you, Toji finds the things he used to get so much enjoyment out of have lost some of their charm. More and more lately Toji finds himself curling up either in your bed where he’s surrounded by your scent or napping on the nearest couch to the door. He hates how the click of the front door lock sends a wave of relief crashing over him, how a little voice echoes in his head “she’s home, finally” but Toji can ignore it while he’s busy stealing your breath away with kisses and clawing at your business casual clothes.

Besides, what if while he’s away at the track or the tables, you come back early? You might see he’s not there and decide to go back out or take on some other task thinking Toji’s content being left to his own devices. Maybe on one of those days you’ll stop at a cafe or a bar and you meet someone? 

“You’re the smartest dumb person I ever met.” Toji chuckles softly in spite of how irritated he still feels. “Everywhere I go with you, there’s all these people and they’re all better suited and they all want you. It’s constant. You know how exhausting it is, knowing there’s all these assholes out there waiting to snatch you up the minute they see an opening?”

“Now you’re exaggerating.”

“And you’re wrong. I will…that much.” Toji tells you firmly. “Miss you. I don’t like you going out. Even if I get to go with you, I hate it ‘cause I gotta see how they all look at you. I didn’t used to; fuck, you made me proud. You make me proud,” he corrects himself quietly. “I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

You look conflicted and Toji is hopeful; he’d like to avoid using force on you, even if he does get a kick out using his strength on you and handling you like a ragdoll. But this is different. 

“Baby, why don’t you reschedule? Say you’re not feeling good and can’t make it tonight, any excuse.” Toji smiles roguishly as he slowly presses you down onto the bed, straddling your hips so you can feel the full weight of him and how hard he is. “You look too good dressed up like this…makes me wanna lock you up and keep you all to myself.”

“I suppose…I could speak with him over coffee. Something more casual.” You move up the bed and sigh as a spark comes back to Toji’s cold eyes. “You really are a scary guy, Toji.” 

“I just don’t want to share you.” Toji rocks his hips, dragging the tip of his cock over the soft material of your dress; drops of precum stain the fabric. “So, so pretty.”

“Toji, I just got this!”

“Buy another.” Toji grinds against your thigh and gropes one of your tits roughly. “I’m gonna rip this one off anyway.”

You gasp as Toji makes good on his promise, his hands gripping the front of your dress and pulling it apart down the middle. The seams pop and the fabric tears right down the middle, revealing the matching lingerie set you had been wearing underneath; Toji curses under his breath.

“That’s what you were wearin’ underneath?” he asks incredulously. “Was this meant for him?”

“Of course not. I was going to surprise you when I got home.” You scolded him tersely. “Honestly, you have no tact.”

“Guess you need to train me better.” 

Toji kisses you hard, not giving you much time to react as he forces his tongue into your mouth and starts grinding himself into your still covered pussy. You don’t fight it when Toji takes your wrists in one hand and holds them over your head; he’s not letting you go anytime soon. You’re too busy rubbing yourself back on him, loving the feel of his cock desperately trying to fuck you, like he can’t even wait for you to take off the panties. 

“From now on you have to always tell me where you’re going and who’s gonna be there.” Toji’s demanding tone is a bit undermined by the way he’s groaning at the sight of your nipples poking through the lacey bra. “No late night meetings. And I don’t want you alone with him.”

“Choso wouldn’t do anything.”

“Bullshit. He’s probably a bigger freak than I am.” Toji pinches and rolls your nipple in his free hand. “I should fuck you while you call him.”

“Toji,” You say warily. “I thought we talked about this: you know I love you. I don’t want to be with anyone else. Please, try to not let your temper get the best of you: I have a job to do and if you act up too much-”

“What?” Toji asks mockingly; he’s already pulling aside your soaked panties and rubbing his tip along your folds. “Come on, I’m dyin’ to know. Am I being a bad dog?”

You’re about to retort, but then Toji bends down, eyes locked on yours as he runs his tongue up your cheek with a slow, wet lick. You stare at him slightly taken aback but that turns into shock when Toji slams his cock into you all at once.

“Fuck!” Toji hisses. “So fucking tight…come on, tell me baby, tell me how you’ll punish me!”

But the second you open your mouth, Toji is thrusting; his hold around your wrists is painfully tight and he’s able to keep your thighs spread by pinning one down with his other hand. You cry out every time he slams into you, making the whole bed shake and the headboard slam against the wall. 

“Think he can fuck you this good? Huh? You think he could make this pussy cream like I can?” Toji huffs and puffs, not slowing down even as he lowers his head to suck and rolls his tongue around your nipples, one at a time, making them shiny and wet with spit. “Got me trained to only want to fuck this pussy now anyway.”

“Too much!” You whine as Toji lets your hands go only to hook your knees under each of his elbows. “Toji, so deep, it’s too deep!”

“But babyyyyy, I have to.” Toji groans almost as if he’s exasperated with your protests. “I gotta breed you.”

“Wha-what are you…?”

“Uh huh. Nice and deep, gonna make sure all my cum takes.” Toji kisses your forehead with a twisted grin. “I’m going to fill you up and make you a mommy now.”

“What?!” This is the most panicked he’s ever seen you. “I don’t want kids! I’m on birth control and-”

“They can only prevent so much. I’ll keep you tied up for a while,” Toji traces his fingers along your trembling lips. “I’ll keep cumming inside you, all night, every day, over and over. I’ll even destroy the pills if I have to.”

“No!”

“But I thought you loved me? It’s the only way I can think of keeping you…I mean, unless you were willing to do something else to make things a little more official?” Toji slows down his thrusts and looks down at you with a shit eating grin. “Ya know, something that shows other people you’re taken.”

“Something…?” You can barely breathe from exertion and confusion. “Official? Wait, are you saying you want us to get married?”

“Sounds fair enough, yeah? You already promised you would take care of me from now on.” Toji sighs and brushes hair out of your face. “Think of it this way, I get to put a ring around your finger ‘cause after all, you already put a collar around my neck.”

“You know, some people propose with a ring prepared and flowers, not threats of forcible impregnation.” Your voice is hardly more than a whisper. “Toji, I love you, you big idiot. If you wanted to, why not just ask me to marry you?”

“‘Kay, then…will you marry me?”

“I can get the papers ready tomorrow.” You ever so carefully put your hands on his shoulders lightly before moving in to hold him. “If that’s what it takes to put your mind at ease, consider me your wife. I’ve always considered you mine; honestly, do I have to collar and tag you to get it through your head? I have no plans to let you go, not unless you decide you want to leave.”

Toji chews on his lip as you hug him and give his neck butterfly kisses; suddenly he’s feeling anxious and tongue tied. Toji thought you might put up more of a fight: he knows what he is. He knows the disgusted looks thrown his way are warranted and he made peace with that years ago. If anything, it would be poetic justice for you to leave him high and dry, abandoning him without so much as a second thought. 

You have to stop this. You think you’re taming a stray and making him a house pet, but Toji knows exactly what he is. If you keep indulging him this way it won’t settle his mind; every day is already a battle to not do exactly as he said he was going to do, keep you restrained and locked away from the world. Fuck the money, fuck your work, fuck everything you want and everything Toji believed he wanted. To hell with it all. What’s one more selfish, cruel act? 

“Call him now.” Toji says suddenly, voice almost inaudible. “Call him and say you can’t make it because you forgot you had plans with your fiance.”

“Okay.” You nod. “But, um, I need to get my phone.”

“Actually, after we’re done.” Toji repositions your legs so they’re wrapped around his waist and his front is pressed flush against yours. “I still want to cum inside.”

“Okay, just be good.” You pet his hair, pushing his bangs off his face. “Can you be good for me, Toji? You were making me feel really good before; I want to cum with you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do it.”

Toji can’t keep his eyes off your face; he’s panting, a drop of drool slides past the corner of his mouth, running down his scarred lip as you moan underneath him. He’s touching you with less force, but now he’s focused on rubbing your breasts and clit in tandem while you squirm on his cock. You’re giving him a great show; he wishes he had his phone out to record you, a little something to keep him company during those long hours you’re gone.

“Gonna fuck my pretty wife. Gonna make her pussy a mess…” Toji inhales as you clench impossibly tight around him. “You like that? You like getting your pussy ruined by me?”

“Yes, yes, I want it!” You rock your hips, squealing as Toji latches his mouth onto your nipple and rubs your clit faster. “So good, feels so good getting fucked by my…my husband…ah, Toji!!!”

Toji looks up at you with wide eyes; you’re too lost in your orgasm to notice. With high pitched cries, your whole body shakes from the being touched in your most sensitive places at once. He can feel your slick run down his twitching cock; after a few seconds, you’ve calmed down enough to breathe properly and look down at him with a tired, loving smile. 

“Cum in me…it’s okay, I want it.”

Toji’s pupils are blown wide as he starts thrusting again, considerably slower, but with just as much force as before. He slows down the closer he gets to cumming, only to pick up the pace and hike your legs higher over his hips, then his shoulders. You can’t even scream now; all you can do is dig your nails into the sheets and let out the sweetest most adorable little kitten like mewls Toji has ever heard. He knows you’re tired and sore and need to rest soon, but part of him just doesn’t want to stop. 

“Baby, stay with me. Almost there, gonna cum so fucking hard.” 

Toji hisses as your hands grab his biceps, gets even harder at the way your nails dig into his skin; he’s slick with sweat and from the combination of your pussy dripping in his lap and what he’s pretty sure is his own precum steadily leaking with every slam of his hips.  

“Almost there, I need ya to, shit, just call me that again, come on baby, c’mon-”

“My…my husband.” You say with a shaky breath. “Want my husband to cum in me, please!”

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Toji shudders at the wet slapping with every time he thrusts, your desperate pleas tempting him to keep ravaging you until you’re passed out; he’s babbling now, voice hoarse and so loud it’s a wonder he can speak at all. “Yes, take it, just like that, take it all, gonna cum, take it all baby, fuck!”

“Good…good boy…”

With a long, low groan, Toji doubles over and has to struggle to not drop his entire body weight on you; he wants to see your pussy get filled first. 

It’s dripping. Past his aching cock, past your puffy pussy lips, Toji’s cum drips onto his balls, down to the sheets in a little puddle. He came so much, he wouldn’t be surprised if you could taste it or if he ended up breeding you by accident anyway. All the better for him.

“Mine.” Toji rasps, arms pulling you in close, even as you weakly protest at his sweat drenched body and the mess; he pays no mind, in fact, he looks almost delirious as he grins at you.  “Hey…since I was a good boy, do I get a treat?”

[slayfics]

Explosive tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter fourteen: You visit Katsuki.

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You puttered around your room trying to keep yourself busy. It was taking everything in you not to text and bug Katsuki. It should have been enough for you to know he was safe at home, but you still worried about how he was doing. Surely everything that happened was pretty traumatic for him. Being kidnapped by the League of Villains, and being in the middle of that fight with All Might and One For All.

You mindlessly folded some laundry and put it away as you desperately fought the urge to check on him. You knew he had to be tired from all the questioning from the police and no doubt his parents, so you tried to give him space.

You finished putting away the last of your laundry and eyed your phone on your bed. Ugh- fuck it. He can ignore it if he doesn't want to talk to anyone.

You grabbed your phone and messaged Katsuki.

How are you doing? I'm fine. You don't need to check on me. I know, but it's hard not to worry with everything that happened. I said I'm fine. I'm fucking tired of talking about it. The cops were here for hours. I'm sorry that sounds shitty. Want to come over? I promise I won't ask about it. We can talk about other stuff and pretend it didn't happen for a while. Can't. I'm on some house arrest shit. They don't want me going anywhere. I'll come to you then.

You really want to see me that bad hu?

You blushed reading his last text and before you could think of what to say back Katsuki was calling you.

"Hey," You answered your phone.

"I'm going to give you directions on how to get to my place," he said

"You could just send me your address," you said as you snuck out your window.

"I want you to stay on the phone with me the whole time. In case something happens. I don't need you running into villains or anything on the way to my place. I'd never hear the end of it from the damn police," he grumbled.

You laughed at his remarks. While his words were harsh you knew by now it was just the way Katsuki was. It was actually sweet that he wanted to make sure you were safe the whole way to his house.

"Alright tell me what street you are on," he said.

You gave him the name of passing streets and he proceeded to give you what he decided to be the safest route even though it was a little longer.

"I don't want you walking down any alleyways or shit like that. And hurry up you're walking so damn slow," he said.

"I am not! It's not my fault I don't have a quirk that lets me explode through the sky," You teased him.

"Tch whatever- do you see the house with the brown wall yet?" he asked.

Your mouth hung slightly open as you realized the house Katsuki was talking about. It was a rather huge house, that you hadn't expected him to live at.

"Holy shit-" you said being unable to keep your thoughts to yourself.

"What?" He asked.

"This is a huge fucking house Bakugo, do you have a lot of siblings or something?"

"No. It's just me and my parents. Come to the balcony on the second floor," He demanded.

You looked up and noticed Katsuki coming out onto the balcony. He used his quirk to jump down next to you.

"Just grab on to me," he said holding his arm out.

"What?" You blushed taken back.

"Don't be so weird about it, I'm just going to get us back up," he said as he wrapped his arm around you and set his quirk off again landing you both on the balcony.

"Come on get inside," he said walking into his room and waving for you to follow him.

You looked around his room and noticed he was extremely organized. Probably the cleanest boy's room you had ever seen. It was huge too, double the size of your room, including its own restroom. A few posters decorated the walls and a drum set sat in the corner.

Katsuki sat at his chair by his desk, "Just sit wherever I don't care," He replied when you both heard yelling from downstairs.

"KATSUKI WAS THAT YOUR QUIRK I HEARD!? YOU BETTER NOT BE CAUSING MORE PROBLEMS! EVERYONE'S ALREADY DONE ENOUGH FOR YOU!" A female voice yelled from downstairs.

Katsuki quickly yelled back causing your eyes to widen, "SHUT THE HELL UP I WAS JUST KILLING A DAMN SPIDER HAG!"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK TO ME THAT WAY I'LL COME UP THERE AND BEAT YOUR ASS!" She yelled back.

Katsuki grunted but didn't respond.

"Um- was that your mom?" You asked.

"Yeah, fucking bitch has been driving me crazy under this damn house arrest," he replied.

You stared at Katsuki dumbfounded. By no means did you have the best family relationships, but you'd never expected his home life to be this way. Suddenly, a lot of Katsuki's personality started to make sense to you and for the first time, you almost pitied him.

"Must be rough not being able to get some space," you said sympathetically.

"Hey, you said you weren't going to talk about it!" He barked angrily.

"Right," You looked around the room feeling unsure of where to sit, until you reluctantly decided to sit on the edge of the bed facing him sitting in his chair.

You let out a sigh, having no idea what to say to him now that you were here.

"She's um- not actually going to come up here, right? She sounds like she'd kick my ass if she found me in here," You joked trying to lighten the mood.

"Tch. Nah, she won't. She wants just as much space from me as I do from her," he grumbled, which only made you feel sadder for Katsuki. "How did you idiots find out where to go that night anyway?" He asked.

"I thought you said you didn't want to talk about it?" You teased him.

"This is different! I'm the one asking the questions now," he replied.

"Fair enough. Well, Yayarozu had put a tracker on one of the Nomu's back at the training camp. She gave one to the police and pros and then made another one for us to follow later. Once we got there Kirishima used some night vision goggles, he bought to look in the building. That's when we saw all the Nomu's and then pros started showing up. Shortly after it sounded like you just teleported there with the other villains," you explained.

"Yeah, it was some teleporting quirk that one villain had. Smelled like shit it was awful," he replied. "And then what?" he asked, encouraging you to keep going.

"We heard you and knew we had to do something. Midoriya came up with the plan for him, Iida, and Kirishima to rocket through the sky to give you an opening."

Katsuki grumbled, "Of course, it was that fucking nerd's idea."

You figured he wasn't going to be happy to hear it was Izuku who had come up with the plan, but you didn't intend to lie to him. "Then when they got you, me, Todoroki, and Yayarozu took off. After that, we met up with the rest of you and you know what happened from there," You finished.

"Yeah- you hugged the shit out of me like I was some weakling you expected to find dead or something," he spoke harshly.

You felt stunned by his words and snapped back, "Hey I was just worried about you! And it was nice to see you weren't hurt at all."

Katsuki rolled his eyes and you both sat in silence for a moment before he asked you another question.

"What kind of goggles did shitty hair have? Did he already have them or just bought them?" He asked.

"I'm not telling you," you said stubbornly still upset at his last comment.

"The fuck? Don't be a brat!" he barked.

"Then apologize! You know I don't think you're weak!" You yelled back.

"I'm not fucking apologizing," he said sternly.

"You're so irritating do you know that! You would think you'd have an ounce of gratefulness for your friends and me! We were risking a lot going to find you! You know that right!?"

"Of course, I know that dumb ass! I'm not a fucking idiot!" He yelled back.

"Then stop acting like one!"

Katsuki stared at you with a bewildered expression, he had no idea what to make of your sudden feistiness. "Ugh," he groaned running his hand over his face.

"Fine- look I don't give a crap about you hugging me or whatever. So, just fucking tell me if Kirishima bought those goggles specifically to come look for me," he pleaded.

You stared at him deciding if you wanted to answer. You figured that was the best type of apology you'd get out of him and gave in, "He said he bought them specially to look for you. Happy?"

"No, I'm not fucking happy, I don't want to owe anyone anything. I didn't ask you extras to come look for me," He grumbled.

"If it was any of us, what would you have done?" You asked angrily, fed up with his attitude.

Katsuki gave you an intimidating stare as he thought your question over. After some time passed, he answered honestly, "Depends who."

"Kirishima. If it was Kirishima that got taken, what would you have done?"

Katsuki sighed, "I'd go get the dumb ass, but I wouldn't have been as reckless about it as you idiots were!" He exclaimed and crossed his arms.

You rolled your eyes at him and stared at the floor as a long pause sat between you both and your next question, "What if it was me?" You asked gently.

Katsuki ignored your question and stared out the window for entirely too long before saying, "It's getting late you should head back. I don't want you walking back in the dark," he said.

You got up without saying anything and stomped over to the balcony, frustrated still by Katsuki's never-ending stubbornness and refusal to answer you.

"Come here, I'll help you down," he said, pulling you to him as he shot off his quirk again landing you both on the ground.

"Same fucking deal alright, call me while you walk back," he said letting you go.

"Fine," you said irritated, and pulled out your phone. "But I'm not some fucking weakling either you know," you snapped at him.

"Yeah, I know," he said, voice softer than before. "Look," he paused and seemed to gather his thoughts for a moment. "Don't think I don't understand what you all did. I get it, I just- I don't know." He grunted and you could see him becoming frustrated with himself.

You sighed feeling guilty for your attitude now. Obviously, Katsuki had been through a lot the past two days. It was asking a lot of him to be happy or grateful about anything right now.

"It's fine, Bakugo... I'm just glad you are ok." You spoke and made a quick decision to test your luck once more as you wrapped your arms around him and brought him into an embrace. To your surprise, he didn't push you off or make some snarky comment. Instead, he gingerly wrapped his arms around you returning the gesture.

You rested your head on his chest embracing the hug for as long as you could. You realized you'd never met anyone as hard to read as Katsuki. One moment she seemed irritated by your very presence and now you felt him giving in embracing you tighter. Your whole body froze as he moved to gently rest his head on top of yours.

You felt paralyzed as if any slight movement would have scared him away like a skittish cat. Although, a part of you wondered what would have happened if you were to have looked up at him. However, the moment passed, and Katsuki broke the peaceful silence.

"Told you, you don't need to worry about me dumb ass. Now get going it's getting dark. And don't forget to call me on your way back." He said, removing his arms from you and breaking the embrace.

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[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Sweet on You, Chapter 4

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: HERE

Warnings/Tags: Sugar Daddy!Matt Murdock, Idiots to Lovers, No Age Gap, Alternating PoV, No Use of Y/N, Fake dating (sort of)

Word Count: ~2500

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has liked and reblogged/commented thus far! Enjoy Matt and Reader's first official "not"-date!

As always, if you'd like to be tagged, please let me know!

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Divider by the always amazing @theradioactivespidergwen!

You were quiet as you and Matt headed towards the restaurant he had chosen for dinner, your mind still processing the contract as you walked. 

To be honest, you hadn't expected the terms of the agreement to be quite so fair and even, and you definitely hadn't expected the increase in the amount of money Matt would be giving you per month. 

Just from the little bit of time you had spent with him you could tell that he was honest, fair, and kind, and you couldn't help but wonder if maybe the reason Matt was paying you more was because you had told him about having joined S&S in order to help your mother with her medical bills, rather than his given reason of simply feeling that your time was worth more than the amount you had originally agreed upon due to what was being requested of you. 

You mentally shook your head. No matter the reason, you were touched by Matt's fairness and generosity and were feeling better about having accepted his offer.

Matt slowed as the two of you approached Okinawa, a Japanese steakhouse where you sometimes picked up lunch for the partners. “We're here.”

He held the door open for you. “Ladies first.”

“Thank you.” You stepped inside.

“Good evening,” the seating hostess said. 

“Hi,” Matt replied. “We have a reservation for 6 o’clock under ‘Murdock’.”

The hostess tapped at the tablet in front of her. “Yes, of course. Right this way.”

She led the two of you to a quiet table in the corner. “Here you go. Your server will be right with you.”

You took your coat off and draped it across the back of your chair, pleasantly surprised when Matt pulled your chair out for you. “Thank you.”

Matt took his own coat off and folded his cane, putting it in his jacket pocket before sitting across from you. “You're welcome.”

You cleared your throat. “So, how was your day today? Do any interesting lawyer stuff?"

Matt chuckled. “Depends on what you'd consider ‘interesting’. I mostly did paperwork -- briefings, evidence review, stuff like that, although I did meet with a few clients. What about you? How was your day?”

You shrugged. You weren't going to complain about your job, especially since this was your and Matt's first dinner together. “It was busy, but fine. Made the day go by faster.”

Matt nodded. “That's good at least.”

“Yeah.”

Your conversation paused as your server stepped up to your table. “Good evening, and welcome to Okinawa. My name is Katie and I'll be taking care of you tonight. Can I get you started with something to drink?”

Matt said your name. “Would you like to go first?”

“Oh.” You quickly glanced at the wine list that was on the table. “Um, yes, I’d like a glass of rosé, if you don't mind.”

Katie nodded. “Of course, ma'am. And for you, sir?”

Matt turned his face towards her. “Can I get a Sapporo, please?”

“Yes, sir. I'll get those drinks for you right away.”

You flipped open your menu as Katie left to go get your and Matt's drinks, inwardly gawking at the prices of the entreés. Maybe I can make do with a side salad for dinner. Or soup. Or a single piece of sashimi.

Matt seemed to be able to sense your panic, because he smiled gently at you. “Order whatever you’d like. It's on me, remember?” 

You took a breath and nodded. “Right, okay.”

Katie returned with your drinks. “Alright, would you like any sushi or appetizers to get started?”

You shook your head. You would've loved to try some sushi and there were a few appetizers on the menu that looked interesting, but even though Matt had said to order whatever you wanted you didn't want to push it. “No thank you.”

Matt tilted his head curiously. “You sure?”

You glanced down at the table. Matt's focus was piercing, as if he could sense that you weren’t being truthful. “I'm sure.”

“Okay then. I'm good as well.”

Katie clicked her pen. “Do you need a few more minutes to look over the menu?”

Matt shook his head. “I'm ready if you are.”

You nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Katie turned to you. “What can I get for you, ma'am?”

“Can I get…” You quickly scanned the menu and named something that sounded good but didn't cost an arm and a leg.

“Absolutely.” Katie wrote down your order before turning towards Matt. “And for you, sir?”

“I'd like the tuna steak, cooked medium.” Matt picked up his menu and handed it to Katie. “Thank you.”

Katie picked up your menu as well. “I'll get those right out for you.”

“So do you come here often?” you asked as Katie went to put in your orders.

Matt shook his head. “Not very. I mostly do takeout from the more casual places near my apartment, but since this is near the office my partners and I sometimes grab lunch from here, or we'll order in dinner if we're working late. What about you? Have you ever been here?”

You took a sip of your wine before answering. “I've picked up sushi from here for my boss and his colleagues, but I've never actually eaten here myself.”

Matt nodded. “The sushi's actually really good here. Maybe we can come back for lunch one day soon, sit at the sushi bar or a hibachi table.”

You glanced over at the hibachi tables as one of the chefs lit an onion volcano on fire to the delight of the people sitting there. “That would be nice.” If I get a proper lunch break ever again.

“I did think about booking us seats at a hibachi table for tonight, but then figured that something quieter and more intimate would be more appropriate for our first dinner together.” Matt waved a hand around the otherwise-quiet restaurant. “You know, in case we needed to discuss private matters regarding our arrangement.”

You nodded. In all honesty, you were glad Matt hadn't booked a hibachi table -- considering how much he was paying you just for your presence and how expensive the regular menu items were, you couldn't justify making him pay for a full hibachi dinner. “Right, of course.”

Matt took another sip of his beer. “Oh, I meant to ask you, how was lunch with your mom yesterday?”

You smiled. “It was nice. She and I made stir-fried noodles with homemade spring rolls.”

“Oh, that sounds great.”

You nodded. “It was. Mom and I both decided it was a keeper.”

“Do the two of you cook together a lot?”

“We used to before Mom got sick, but since she's been feeling better I think we might start up again.” You took another sip of your wine. “What about you, do you like to cook?”

Matt shook his head. “I don't really have time with my busy schedule. I'm either working or… well, working.”

You huffed out a light laugh. “No wonder you don't have time to date.”

Matt chuckled. “That's why I'm lucky that my best friends are also my business partners. I at least get to spend time with them, even if it's at work.”

Your conversation paused once again as Katie brought your dinners. After she had made sure that the two of you didn't need anything and left once again, you continued. “So how did you and your partners meet?”

Matt nodded. “Foggy and I were paired up as roommates our first year of college and quickly became friends, then once we graduated with our law degrees we decided to open our own firm together. Karen, our other partner, was actually our office assistant when Foggy and I first started the firm but eventually she earned her law degree and joined us as a partner.”

“Oh wow, that's so cool. No wonder the three of you are so close.” 

Matt cut into his fish. “We've gone through a lot of tough times together but we made it out in the end.”

You took a bite of your own dinner. “Mmm. Oh, wow.”

Matt smiled at you. “Good?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it's excellent.”

“Good.”

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, Katie only interrupting once mid-meal in order to check on you.

Once you were both finished, Katie came up once again. “Can I interest you in any dessert tonight?”

You hesitated. You definitely felt like you could go for something sweet but you already felt like dinner was costing Matt enough. “I'm --”

“--Actually, yeah,” Matt said before you could wind up saying ‘I’m good, thanks’ . “Can we see the dessert menu, please?”

“Certainly,” Katie replied. “I'll be right back.”

She quickly went to grab a menu, then handed it to Matt. “Here you go. I'll be back in just a few minutes.”

Matt handed the menu to you as she left once again. “Is there anything that strikes your fancy?”

You glanced over it. “Actually, I think I could go for some ice cream.” Besides the fact that it was the cheapest dessert on the menu, after the day you'd had (with the past couple of hours excluded) you definitely needed ice cream, a hot shower, and some sleep -- in that order.

Matt nodded. “You know, actually, that sounds great. What flavors do they have?”

You looked down at the menu. “Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, green tea, and red bean.”

“Okay.”

Katie came back. “Decided on anything?”

“Actually, yes.” Matt gave her his ice cream order. 

You smiled. That was the flavor you had wanted as well. “Make that two, please.”

Katie picked up the menu. “Okay, I'll be right back with that.”

“By the way,” you said as she left to go put in your dessert order. “I’ve had a really nice time tonight. You’re easy to talk to.”

“Yeah, same,” Matt replied. “On both counts.”

Katie soon returned with your ice cream and so you and Matt lapsed into comfortable silence once again.

After the two of you had finished and Matt had taken care of the bill, you both stood and put your coats back on.

Matt walked around the table, one hand trailing along the top in order to guide him.

He stopped beside you and unfolded his cane. “Ready to head out?”

You nodded. “Mmhmm. I'm ready.”

“Um, I might need you to guide me outside if that's okay.”

“Yeah, of course.”

Matt gently took your elbow and you guided him back towards the front of the restaurant, stopping briefly to thank both Katie and the seating hostess before exiting the building.

Once you were back outside, Matt let go of your elbow. “Thanks. I've got it from here.”

You nodded. “No problem. I'm happy to help guide you whenever you need me to -- consider it part of the service.”

Matt chuckled. “Noted.”

“Are you heading home?”

Matt shook his head and pointed back towards the direction you had come. “I have a few more things I need to wrap up before I call it a night, so I'm heading back to the office.”

“Oh, okay. I'm actually headed in the opposite direction, so yeah, just let me know when you want to get together again and I'll…see you then?”

Matt nodded. “Oh, about that. I was actually thinking Thursday evening, if that works for you.”

You mentally ran through your schedule. You didn't think any of the partners had a late meeting that you'd need to stick around for that day, so… “Yeah, that should work.”

“Great. I'll text you on Wednesday to confirm.” Matt paused. “I’m thinking we could try to keep on a regular dinner schedule of Monday and Thursday just for simplicity’s sake, but I'll let you know as soon as possible if I ever need to reschedule because of work or anything.”

“That sounds good.”

“And I'll give you as much of a notice as possible on any other potential non-work-related outings, which’ll all likely be on the weekends given both of our work schedules.”

You nodded. Besides your weekly visits with your mom your weekends were usually pretty open otherwise. “Okay. So I'll see you on Thursday then?” 

“Yeah. See you Thursday.” 

“Goodnight, Matt.”

“Goodnight.”

You turned and headed towards your apartment. 

You couldn't deny that Matt was attractive, and on top of that he was also sweet and attentive. Hanging out with him definitely isn't going to be a chore.

Matt headed back towards Nelson, Murdock, & Page until you were sufficiently far enough away to where he wouldn't catch up with you, then he doubled back to head home to his apartment. While he had wanted to do the gentlemanly thing and offer to walk you home, he hadn't wanted you to feel pressured to say yes, so instead he told you that he was heading back to the office.

Even though you had said that Matt was easy to talk to, he felt like you had been holding back from him. There had been times during your dinner together when you hadn't been entirely truthful -- the first time being when Matt had asked you how your day had been.

You had said that it had been fine, but the slight tension in your shoulders and the stress in your voice had told Matt otherwise. Either it had been busier than you had let on or something had happened at work to upset you, but either way you clearly hadn't wanted to talk about it.

The second time was when you had been looking at the menu. Matt had purposely chosen Okinawa because not only was it close to the office, but also because the two of you were celebrating the official start of your arrangement.

(And okay, maybe deep down Matt wanted to impress you just a tiny bit.)

He knew the place wasn't cheap -- he, Foggy, and Karen had only started eating there after Nelson, Murdock, and Page had retained enough high-profile clients for them to each earn comfortable livings while still being able to do the pro bono work they were passionate about -- and even then they only ate there on special occasions.

But despite Matt's reassurance that you order whatever you wanted, you had still declined ordering any sushi or appetizers even though you had spent several minutes reading over them, and -- if Matt’s memory served him correctly -- had ordered one of the cheapest entreés on the menu that wasn't a tasting plate.

(Not that there was anything wrong with what you did or didn't order -- Matt just had the feeling that you were uncomfortable with spending more of his money than what you thought you could or should.)

Luckily you had enjoyed your meal and had at least been willing to order the ice cream you had wanted for dessert -- even though it had been at Matt's prompting. I should probably take her somewhere less opulent on Thursday so she feels more comfortable.

He shook his head. He’d worry about that later -- he was going out on patrol once he showered and changed and needed to get into his Daredevil mindset. No distractions. That's the whole point of this arrangement.

[enviedear]

anakin being touch starved baby boy that he is. just listen to me. he comes back from whatever activities of the day he had and just wants to snuggle with the reader and never let them go but he finds the reader still finishing her (theirs if u prefer gn) work stuff so he gets very pouty and touchy and starts snuggling to her like a little stray cat/ following her everywhere she goes just to stay close to her. (u can make it spicy at the end if u want to but it is not necessary) ❤️‍🩹🤌🏼 i am hungry for some fluff as i am drowning in my own work + hormones are killing me

love u xo

no this is so real and this fueled me into a spiral abt anakin being with a student girlie— like yeah he totally would go for a hottie with brains from the ISE. like yeah he no doubt can pull someone capable of making a starship out of nothing.

wc— 1.5k | tw— nsfw minors dni i will block you, fingering, piv, unprotected sex, anakin finishing inside of you, mentions of food and eating

you're trying your hardest to study for your upcoming exam, cups upon cups of finished caff's litter your desk. you're only halfway finished with your newest battleship render when anakin comes home.

his eyes are tired but when they meet yours he smiles, "hi baby, i missed you." he's quick to walk over to where you're seated, strong arms coming to wrap around your shoulders.

you lean back, inhaling his smell, "i missed you too, ani," you give him a pout, "but i really need to finish this before tomorrow."

he looks down at your holopad, "i could make dinner, do you think you'll be done by then?"

you smile, "i'll try my hardest."

he lingers for a moment, letting his head drop down to your neck. he leaves a trail of soft kisses in his wake, stopping at the side of your face before placing one finger under your chin and drawing you in.

his kiss is hungry, wanting— and you so badly want to indulge him, but before he can take it any further you break away.

"i'm serious, anakin. if i don't get this done i'm going to feel the wrath of every single one of my professors." your voice is stern, but the way he looks at you illicts a small smile.

he groans, pulling away, "okay, okay. but please try to be done in time for dinner. i've missed you so bad all day."

you nod and watch as he heads into the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clattering filling the air. letting out a sigh, you go back to your work, but you can't help the thoughts that linger in your mind.

as you try to focus on your work, thoughts of him keep creeping into your mind. the way his lips feel on yours and the way he holds you close, making you feel safe and loved.

you shake your head, trying to clear your mind, but the more you try to push it away, the stronger the desire becomes. your project floats into the background of your mind as you work on it, fueled now by thoughts of your beautiful boyfriend.

glancing at the clock, you realize that an hour has already passed. you rub your eyes and stretch your arms before looking over your nearly finished work. as if on cue, anakin walks in with two plates of food.

"hey," he says, placing the plate in front of you. "i made your favorite."

you look up at him and smile. "thank you, ani. it smells amazing."

he leans down to give you a quick kiss on top of your head before grabbing his own plate and sitting across from you.

as you eat, small talk fills the air. you rant about your looming deadlines, while anakin shares stories about recent council meetings at the temple.

however, he's mostly relegated to mentioning how much he's missed you, "i thought about stopping by for lunch, but then master yoda asked me to step in for one of the youngling classes."

you give him a sorry look, "i wouldn't have been very good company anyway— i've been working on this since you left this morning." you can't help but feel guilty about being so busy lately, but with exams just around the corner, it's been hard for you.

anakin reaches out, massaging your tense shoulders, "i'm sorry baby, why don't you take a break?"

you bite your lip, "ani… i can't. i'm almost done though, i promise," you turn in your seat to face him, hands cupping his cheeks, "and then i'll be all yours for the rest of the night."

he has a challenging expression on his face, "i think a break would help," he leans in so that your lips brush, "let me ease up some of your stress, baby."

you groan, "ani, i don't know, i really need to—"

he cuts you off, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips before pulling away, "ise gets all of your time now, i'm getting jealous."

you laugh, "oh, don't be jealous, ani. you know i love you more than anything."

he smirks and begins to massage your shoulders again. you close your eyes and let out a sigh of relief. the tension starts to melt away under his strong hands.

"you're too good at this," you say, leaning back into him.

"i have my ways of making my you feel better," he says, lips brushing against your neck.

you try and stifle a moan as he nibbles at your earlobe. his hands starting to wander down your back and you can feel his body heat beaming off of him.

"ani, i really need to finish this," you say, but your tone is starting to sound less convincing.

he pulls back, cupping your face and forcing you to look into his eyes. "i know you do, baby. but can't it wait for a little bit, hm?"

you nod slowly, feeling yourself giving in to his touch. he leans in again and kisses you deeply. his tongue brushes against yours and you feel a surge of desire wash over you.

he's quick to lift you from your seat, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him. he groans into the kiss, laying you down on the bed, hands exploring your body needily.

before you know it, your clothes are off and anakin is lying on top of you. he has a way of being able to get what he wants, most of the time that being you.

it was hard not to indulge him though, not when he felt so good.

he kisses you all over your body, igniting every inch of skin that he touches.

"ani," you moan his name as his hand drifts lower, toying with your sex.

you can't help but grind your hips against his hand, desperately trying to elicit more pleasure from him. you're greedy for touch.

he teases you lightly with his fingers before parting your lips, only to thrust a single digit into your slickness. your hands grip at his free arm, feeling his veins.

he teases you relentlessly, sending you into a spiral of pure bliss, until all at once, you're writhing beneath his touch, "ah! oh ani!"

he continues on, not stopping as you draw closer to yout climax. your body quivers, and you look down at him wantonly, wanting him more than ever. he smirks at the sight of you trying to regain some semblance of control.

"what do you want, pretty girl?" his questions drips with lust, eyes dark and enticing.

you choke back a moan at his words, "you, ani. i want you."

he presses his lips against yours once more before positioning himself between your legs. pressing his bulge against your opening, groaning as he sinks himself slowly into you.

you close your eyes, focusing on how good it feels— how perfectly he fits inside of you.

as he sets a steady pace with his hips, fucking you deeper and deeper with each stroke, the familiar tug building inside of you once again.

"oh god! you feel so good ani," you moan loudly, unabashed as her ruts deeper into you.

his head drops down to your neck, lips brushing against your ear, "that's my girl, just letting me make her feel good."

with each thrust now comes an increasing sense of euphoria that plagues your mind and body with waves of pleasure that wash over every inch of flesh; sensitizing everything around it. all at once it becomes too much.

you're nails drill deep into his back, and he grunts at the feeling. his hands dig into your hips, pulling you into him even closer.

"fuck, sweetheart—" he cuts off as you bite down onto his shoulder desperately, groaning loudly as you come in pulses around him.

your breaths are short and your head is swimming, the need for oxygen becoming a necessity.

your fingers finally begin to relax as your breathe evens out. "dammit," you exhale, exhausted from the sudden rush of pleasure flowing through every fiber of your body. anakin lets out a grunt of his own as your walls tightly clamp around him. you can barely keep up with his erratic thrusts, and he leans down to kiss you before finishing inside of you.

you moan loudly into his mouth as he cums, a stream of warmth flowing into you as your inner walls clamp tight around his cock. you feel him twitch and spasm inside of you, and his muscles momentarily lock up before you both relax into each other's arms.

you run your hands through his hair lightly before pulling apart from him. "i love you so much."

he turns to press a soft kiss against your cheek, before rolling off of you, grabbing for a towel, "and i love you."

you watch as he cleans you up, his face still reddened from his work, "you're such a good distraction."

he hums, looking at you, "you like it,"

you roll your eyes, "i know and it's a problem, i let you do it every time."

he grins in response. "it's not my fault you enjoy my distractions so much." and before another retort is made, he presses his lips onto yours momentarily before sliding into bed beside you.

[softcitrus2345]

Full Tank

This is a little written piece I made after a series of doodles from a while back that I ended up liking. A lot XD I sprinkled in the doodles that inspired this written piece into the post as well for double the fun >;3c I'm NOT an experienced writer by any means and this was mostly for fun so I could explore my own characters, but ye, I figured I might as well share it here with yall TTwTT This piece includes themes of funnel feeding, stuffing, male weight gain, some squish stuff and a light dash of spice near the end And of course, a big ass scoop of FLUFF >:Dc

This little blurb features Vanessa (she/her) and Damien (he/him), my two (favorite) lovebugs TTwTT

Hope yall like it! :3

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Vanessa stirred in bed, her arms reaching out for the plush warmth that she expected to be there, only to be met with empty bedsheets

Her eyes fluttered open and sure enough, there was a sizeable indent in the bed where her partner should have been..

The clock on the bedside table marked 1:26 am <<Where could he have gone off to at this time of night??>> She thought, but the little voice in the back of her mind already knew the answer…

She felt around the nightstand before locating her glasses, which she hastily put on as she walked out of the bedroom

Tiptoeing down the long and elaborate flight of stairs, the vampire made her way toward the kitchen. Though she was still getting used to living in a mansion, she knew all too well where this room was..

As she approached the dining room, she could hear noises coming from somewhere in the kitchen. <<Found you>> She grinned, her movements slow and calculated so as not to alert the lycanthrope. The faint glow of the open fridge illuminated a small portion of the otherwise dark kitchen, painting a perfect picture of what events had occurred while she wasn't there

Several empty containers of food were strewn about the kitchen counter, picked clean and discarded while the perpetrator focused on his next course, his tall, plump frame hunched over, while his head and hands were stuck in the fridge, busy devouring whatever he could get his hands on

The back of his shirt had just begun to ride up, exposing a small sliver of pale flesh

Vanessa could hardly contain her excitement as the gap between her and her gluttonous partner grew shorter and shorter

"Hey handsome~" she purred, hugging Damien from the back, squeezing the bottom of his belly, nearly melting as she felt the warm softness between her fingers

Damien's whole body jumped, his head shooting up and slamming into the top of the fridge interior before turning around, groaning softly as he rubbed his head with his clean hand

"V-Vanessa-!!" He squeaked, his crumb-covered face red as a beet, pale skin further emphasizing the embarrassment blooming on his cheeks

"I was j-jus- uhmm.." he backed away from the fridge a bit, straightening up to his full height and wiping the evidence off his flushed face

"Hey, it's okay, you were just hungry... You know I'd never discourage you from getting something to eat~" She chuckled, watching her boyfriend's sheepish expression as he towered over her like an oversized kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar

She snuck several glances at his midsection, her own face growing warmer

An idea blossomed in her mind, making the corners of her mouth curl into a cheeky grin

"Here, I'll help you," she said, grabbing Damien by the hand before he could protest and bringing him into the dining room, where she sat him in one of the wooden chairs that she pulled from the table

The chair made a distinctive creak as he sat down, causing the pair to blush once more

"What're you-" "Shhhh, you'll love it, I promise" she interrupted his questioning, pressing a finger to his lips

"I'll be back in a bit, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty, 'kay?" She smiled, planting a small peck on his round cheek before hopping off to the kitchen again

In the kitchen, Vanessa opened the fridge to find Damien's most recent "snack", a large chocolate cake she had been saving for the next day. No matter, it surely won't go to waste..

She picked up the cake and set it on the counter, smiling as she saw the small portion that he had ripped out of the cake with his greedy hands

Then opening the freezer, she grabbed several quarts of vanilla ice cream and set them near the cake

As Damien sat in his chair, awaiting whatever surprise Vanessa was preparing for him, he heard the whirring of the blender, which seemed to go on for quite a while, before stopping and continuing the same routine a couple more times

Damien felt his stomach growl again, demanding more, despite having consumed quite a bit already

"Hhhokay.. calm down, you can wait a few more minutes.." he said to himself, noticing his heartbeat increasing in frequency as the minutes ticked by

"Alriiiight, it's ready!" She called in a sing-songy voice from the kitchen "Close your eyes for me, and no peeking, or you won't get any-"

Of course, he knew she didn't really mean that, but Damien played along, keeping his eyes closed as he opened his mouth, awaiting whatever she had conjured up for him

He was caught off guard by the cylindrical form that entered his maw, which Vanessa had pushed further back into his mouth before he realized what it was, making a small noise between a whimper and a gasp before staying seated, the chair creaking a bit more as he squirmed, flustered out of his mind

Almost immediately after the tube was positioned in his mouth, his taste buds were bombarded with a cold, rich, chocolatey liquid

Several more flustered huffs came from him as he began to hastily drink down the substance in thick gulps

"I wanted to try something new tonight, I've been saving this little tool for a.. special occasion~" Vanessa purred, her eyes focused on her partner while she kept her hands steady, pouring the cake shake into the funnel with relative ease, despite the sizeable pitcher she carried being nearly full of dense liquid

Damien couldn't respond, he could only focus on drinking every last drop of the shake, so he wouldn't make a mess of course~

As he continued to drink, he felt his shirt become tighter and begin to ride up, his growing belly pushing against the fabric while gradually occupying more space in his lap

"Hmmnh, ghmmmg…. ghlpg- ghhhhhn?" Damien whined as the flow of the shake trickled to a stop

"Oh don't you worry lovely, there's still plenty more where that came from.." Vanessa responded, picking up a second pitcher and tipping it into the funnel once more

"Hmmmmmmmmhhhhh.." Damien hummed in satisfaction as his cheeks flushed pink once more as he continued his routine of gulping down more, and more, and more

His hands slowly traveled their way up his lap and on top of his belly, lightly pressing on its cushioned surface, as he expanded more by the second

Vanessa knew him too well, she was much better at initiating these sorts of activities, where he could indulge in his own, less conventional desires, and he adored her for it

At the end of the second pitcher, he could already feel his stomach churning, trying its best to keep up with the sudden surge of calories, growling and groaning loudly while Damien panted, the tube still in his mouth

That should have been enough, but something in him wanted more

Luckily he wasn't quite finished with his task, as Vanessa picked up the final pitcher she had prepared

Damien's eyes fluttered open, panting and staring above him at his partner, his eyes almost desperate as she grinned at her greedy boyfriend They both exchanged a look, blushing as Vanessa lifted up the last of the sweet liquid

"Almost done, this is all that's left, so you might wanna savor-" she cut herself off, pouring in the last pitcher without warning, flooding his mouth once again with the sweet sludge

Damien spluttered for a second, some of the shake dribbling down his mouth and onto his shirt, before getting a hang of it, taking fast, heavy gulps to keep up with the pace while Vanessa poured, giggling as she watched her partner's efforts to keep up

He closed his eyes once more as he felt himself become fuller and fuller, rubbing his hands in soothing circles over his now-exposed belly, feeling it grow bigger with each passing moment

Vanessa held her breath as she watched the last of the precious fattening shake flow down the funnel and into her blimping boyfriend

When it was all finished, she pulled the tube out, Damien in a daze as it left his mouth, before letting out a loud belch and a small groan, still rubbing his belly in a food-drunk state

There was so much of it in him that she could hear the faint sloshing of the shake in his gut as it bubbled and churned the thousands of calories worth of shake into more wonderful softness

The vampire cooed, completely enamored and glad to finally be able to massage his engorged belly, planting several kisses on it before working her way up to his face

"You did so well hon, you finished every single drop, I bet this feels nice hm?" She smiled ear to ear, watching her partner blush, a completely flustered mess

Vanessa leaned on his belly and brought herself close to his face, the shift in weight causing another belch to come out before Damien quickly closed his mouth, face reddening

Vanessa chuffed at his reaction, leaning in further as she kissed and licked the excess shake off of his soft face and neck

She reveled in his response, his small flustered noises making her heart flutter

"Th- * hff * thank you.." he panted, leaning in for a longer kiss, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her further into his belly. Vanessa squeaked, melting into his embrace, hearing his gut's protests to this new disturbance

Once their lips parted, Vanessa locked eyes with Damien before grabbing him by both pudgy hands and attempting to pull him into a standing position

He obeyed, though it took a second to adjust to the sloshing weight inside him, feeling like an oversized water balloon

He continued holding Vanessa's hand as she began to gently guide him out of the kitchen, leaving the cleanup for tomorrow

"V-VanesshuoOorp– Where * huff * are we g-* hic! * going..?"

"To bed, silly~! Can't really snuggle ya if you're sitting on a hard chair, now, can I~?"

"I brrrUp- guess no-ot.."

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Though it took them a while to get all the way up the steps, Vanessa remained patient, giving loving words of encouragement as Damien clung to her, using his other hand to keep his belly from sloshing around too much while he walked

It was such an amazing relief when he planted himself back on the cushioned bed, his whole body sinking further into the edge where he sat, huffing and puffing

His belly was so heavy that he had to lean on his hands behind him on the bed to maintain his balance, the large mound moving up and down with each breath

The fabric of his shirt strained to contain the little bit of his belly that still remained covered, along with his plush moobs

Vanessa blushed, reaching behind her partner "This looks so tight, let me help you with that" She gingerly pulled the fabric of the shirt up, finally releasing his behemoth belly and allowing him to breathe a bit easier

Damien let out a chuffed sigh of relief as the burden was removed from him, his belly pushing out further in his lap as he relaxed

"I * hff * really needed * huff * that, thanks 'Nessa.." he sighed

"My pleasure, cutie" she hummed, giving him a peck on the forehead and ruffling his soft, white hair affectionately

There was a moment of silence as both retained eye contact before the albino spoke

"Yknow… I'm still feeling pretty hungry…" he said, a flirtatious tone in his voice as he patted his overstuffed gut with one hand, keeping the other on the mattress for balance

"O-oh??" Vanessa sputtered, her eyes widening

"* bHUurp- * Yeah… and I've got the * huff * perfect l-little morsel right * puff * hhere in front of me~" he slurred, grabbing Vanessa by the arms surprisingly fast for how full and dazed he seemed a moment ago, swinging them around and pinning her to the bed underneath his heavy gut

The vampire barely had a moment to react as she froze, her heart going at a mile a minute, processing what he had just said, and the position she was now in…

Though he held himself up firmly above her, his large belly hung low enough to still weigh her down a considerable amount

She just stared into his eyes as he smiled down at her, a very rare smug look on his rounded face

"Gotta return the * hfff- * f-favor~"

Vanessa gasped as she completely melted at his touch while his warm lips began planting sloppy kisses all over her cheeks and neck

Vanessa shuddered in delight, feeling his warm breath on her skin

Suddenly she began feeling small gentle pinches on her neck and shoulders, before realizing he had been incorporating a few little love bites in between kisses…

God, he knew just how to make her melt

She just lay there, her hands sinking into the plush flesh of his chest, feeling as if she was being enveloped in a pleasantly heavy and warm pillow

"Woah… I hadn't realized how h-eavy you'd gotten, honey-" she breathed, her face redder than she thought possible

Damien momentarily paused, looking down at his partner in concern "O-oh? Is it too much? I-I'm not * hff * hurting you am I??"

"Oh no! No, no, it feels… r-really * hff * good, actually… it's perfect~"

"Oh, that's a * hff * r-relief, cause I'm having * huff * waaay too much fun makin' ya * brup- * blush~"

The bed creaked again as Damien shifted his weight, moving an arm up to support himself as he leaned down to kiss his love's forehead

* WHUMP *

Vanessa yelped as her body was enveloped by warm, soft flesh within seconds

Damien belched loudly as all of his weight fell onto his bloated belly… and onto his partner beneath him..

His pointy ear twitched as he heard a small, slightly muffled noise of pleasure coming from beneath his mountainous body before he felt several gentle squeezes to his love handles

Damien felt his face grow hot

There was a moment of stunned silence before he snapped out of it and peeled himself off of his lover, panting

The werewolf gave a flustered, nervous laugh, seeing the vampire's bright red face and wide eyes, her body unmoving as she caught her breath

"Y-you ok down there~?" He asked, stifling a giggle

"That… was amazing…." she sighed, reaching up to hold her face in her hands

"P-please keep going.." she pleaded "Your kisses felt nice…"

Damien melted, immediately giving into her request as he continued his affectionate display, still a bit clumsily as he worked through his food-drunk state

"You're probably.. * hff * the sweetest thing I've * hic! * ever tasted, love~" he cooed between another small bite "I might just get addicted~" he gave a low mischievous laugh as Vanessa made more flustered sounds and giggles

It was rare for Vanessa to be the one to end up so flustered she was speechless...

Damien sighed before leaning in to give her a soft kiss on the lips and carefully slumping onto the bed beside her, his belly sloshing from all the shake still inside it, a small burp coming out from the sudden movement

"I love you like this…" Vanessa finally spoke, her comment making Damien blush heavily, his round cheeks accentuated by the smile that spread across his face

"…Me too.."

The two shuffled closer to one another in bed, unspeaking as they embraced, bodies turned towards each other

The werewolf gently pulled his love into his soft body, humming in delight as he felt two small, cold hands graze his belly, rubbing in gentle circles, small gurgles and groans coming from the full belly of the lycanthrope

The pair lay there in comforting silence, the sound of each other's gentle breathing and low gurgles lulling them both into a warm, dreamless sleep

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That's it XD Hope yall liked it, just don't expect much written stuff from me in the future, I'm much better at storytelling through a visual format than I am with written stuff, but I had fun writing this nonetheless!! Hope this blurb makes yall as feral for these two as I am BHFDSIJKGDSB

[kneelingshadowsalome]

What if Konig accidentally scared the reader?

Like they were having small disagreement when he raised his hand to touch his face - and the reader flinched at that?

I can imagine him getting flashbacks to his father and how he used to treat his mother. He would feel so bad :(. Like, 'Does she think I'll hurt her? Is she scared of me? What if I do end up like my father?' And have a mini breakdown.

But from the reader's POV, she wasn't really "scared" of him. She just saw movements from the corner of her eye, and her body reacted for her.

Sorry not sorry for the angst ‼️🥰

I’m going to answer these two together because they kind of interlap!

CW: sexism, toxic König, light angst, a dash of fluff

Ooh this kind of behavior would remind him of his mother and only amp up König’s protectiveness for sure! I can’t stress it enough that the more his woman needs him, the better König feels about himself. It’s his life’s purpose to take care of his companion (so much so that this caretaking gains manipulative, stalkish and possessive elements...)

Truth be told, he would view this kind of behavior as you being helpless. And helpless creatures draw him in. König very much has a thing for helpless women. Actually, he thinks it's only natural for a woman to behave like that! His motivation to shield, guard and protect is founded on the need to make himself feel strong and capable (or masculine, if you want to put it that way).

You're scared? He will protect and console you, whatever it is. The more jumpy you are, the more it fires up his protectiveness. This guy wants to be the hero who saves your day. He will do anything in his power to drive your fears away.

You're clingy? Boy, you just gave a starving dog a fat bone! The more clingy you are, the happier König is. (Then he can pretend it’s you who needs him and not the other way around.) It soothes him when you're needy and desperate for him and his company. He will always be there for you, don’t worry ❤️

You forget things and stuff? König will go and fetch that shirt you forgot, even if it's miles away. He will say you should go and rest for a while if you spilled some water on the counter. In fact, he orders you to go and sit down while he cleans it up. He doesn't normally do house chores and cleaning but hey – his woman has clearly just exerted herself so of course he'll help.

And about arguments: during an argument König would be quite calm, actually? He would rarely even raise his voice with you. He's simply that sure of himself and of knowing what's "best for you". You can have your little fits and he might entertain you by giving you what you want if it's something insignificant, but otherwise, he knows he will have the last say if you disagree on something major.

The only thing that would make König lose it with you is probably the cheating scenario discussed earlier... He would be so broken, it would fuck him up so completely that there would be no redemption for him anymore. His violence might bleed into this relationship and manifest as emotional abuse, perhaps verbal abuse, too. He would go outside occasionally to let out some steam (wreck something) but even then, he would not touch you in anger.

If you flinched as an involuntary reaction to his touch during whatever argument you were having... yes he would have a minor breakdown. Flashbacks to his abusive father: definitely. König would apologize if he has been too rough with you. He knows his size and that he’s violent as fuck.

He sometimes wants to squeeze you a little too hard, gives you bitemarks when you two are having sex, he wants to hear those helpless sounds you make when he’s inside you... He wants to own, no, possess you. But he doesn’t want to see you hurt or scared (well, that's what he tells himself, even if you might suffer from his controlling behavior). There's a tug of war inside him: between the need to protect those few he cares about and the need to just annihilate the whole world that has made him suffer.

The last thing König wants is to become a replica of his father. That’s why women get treated differently, like they’re delicate flowers (because König is in fact scared of himself and that he might hurt them), and that’s why his woman will be protected and sheltered and taken care of. At all costs. She will never suffer the same abuse his mother did.

(Yes, König will only, um. Abuse you differently? Aaargh!)

[dragon-kazansky]

Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x reader (GN)

You were a member of Blackbeard's crew long ago. Then you became a ghost story. Izzy Hands only sees you in his dreams these days, until he sees you for real when investigating Stede Bonnet. This sets him on a rollercoaster of emotions between you and what his captain is doing.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Slight angst. Izzy's feelings are hurt, but he won't admit it unless you back him into a corner. He's mellowing out with you though.

Chapter Four - Just like before

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A lighthouse. With the use of items on the ship, and the participation of the crew, Stede Bonnet and Edward Teach turned the ship into a lighthouse. The Spanish turned around, believing they got lost in the fog.

The Revenge managed to escape.

You had to admit that was insanely clever of your captain.

Later that night, while the crew slept, you sat on the steps and looked up at the dark sky. Everyone was pretty much asleep, except for the captains you could hear chatting up in the nest.

The only person you couldn't see was Izzy.

You didn't want to disturb the sleeping crew by getting up to search for your old friend. You just hoped he was okay. Izzy wasn't one for showing how he felt about things, unless that feeling was anger or annoyance.

Come morning you are woken up strange sounds. You open your eyes and look around to find Izzy loading up a dingy with stuff. You sit up in confusion. He hasn't noticed you, too busy doing what he's doing.

"Izzy?" You call his name softly.

He doesn't stop.

You stand up and walk over to him, frowning. "Izzy..."

"I said some things I regret last night."

"Oh?" You come to stand beside him.

"Some shit to Blackbeard... I didn't mean any of it."

You glance up at the captains. Ed is looking down at you with a nod. You take a deep breath and turn back to Izzy.

"He knows you didn't mean them."

Izzy grabs at the rail of the ship.

"I bet he has a plan, you know. He always has a plan."

"Yeah..."

You sigh softly. "Izzy, can we talk?"

He inhales softly. "Guess so."

"I'm sorry you thought I was dead. I'll keep apologising if I have to. Whatever it takes to make it up to you. I never meant for that to happen. I got trapped onboard the ship that day. No one would have known because my dumbass decided to wander below deck on my own to see what I could find. It was stupid of me. Anyway, I jumped off deck the moment I could and I had every intention of coming back to you. I was too late."

Izzy clenched his fists.

"Izzy... It was never meant to be that way. I'm sorry, okay?"

"Whatever. Doesn't matter," he says. "You're here now."

You don't know if that's his way of saying he forgives you or what, but you'll take it. Izzy is complicated.

"Don't leave. Please."

You can hear his slight breathing as he thinks about it. His head then turns in your direction and you can see his eyes more clearly.

"He's still got it."

You smile. "Don't think it ever left. Our Blackbeard, eh?"

Izzy exhales a chuckle.

"Don't go, Izzy. I can't make it up to you if you leave..."

Izzy says nothing and you take that as your sign to leave him with his thoughts. Man needs time to think.

An hour later you realise the dingy is back on the boat and Izzy is still onboard.

You smile at the sight of him.

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Turns out there is a plan. Ed apparently had a talk with Izzy shortly after your talk with him. A ploy to kill off Blackbeard. Except, not really.

Stede is already wearing Blackbeard's clothes. Kill the man, say the great Blackbeard is dead, Ed gets to be Edward. Izzy would then proceed to be captain of his own crew.

It was definitely a plan.

In the meantime, Edward has told Stede he would show him what it meant to be a pirate. The first step was a raid. You laughed at the idea of taking Stede Bonnet onto a ship to loot.

Izzy had relaxed a little around you. Not enough for the crew of the Revenge to notice, bit enough for you to see. You look at him as Edward explains to Stede's crew the plan for the raid.

Izzy is looking at you. You fight back a smile. At least he's looking at you.

"Crew of Revenge, you are not to engage. You are simply here to observe how real pirates function in the real world." Izzy addresses the crew.

You hide your smile.

"Quick question, how violent do we expect this to get?" Stede asks.

Pretty violent was his answer.

It felt good to use your sword again. This was the life you were used to. This is how it always should be. You were to busy fighting to take an notice on if Izzy was watching you. After all, it was Izzy who taught you how to use a sword.

While the crew looted, you made your way over to Izzy's side.

"That was fun."

He sniffs, looking at the bodies on the deck. "Yeah, was a bit. Where's that pathetic excuse of a pirate gone?"

"Believe he's below deck looting. Ed went to find him."

Izzy nods his head and then looks at you. "You still got it."

You smile, not even pretending hearing that didn't make you happy. "Yeah. Can't ever forget everything you've taught me, Izzy."

He almost smiles.

"Hurry up and grab what you can."

"Aye, Mr Hands," you tease, leaving his side to go loot for yourself. Izzy follows you with his eyes, biting back another smile.

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"A party?" You ask, looking at Ed and Stede.

"Some posh gathering for rich folk. Frenchie found the invitation," Stede explains.

"And you want to go to it?" You look at your captain. Blackbeard shrugs. "He's gonna need a new outfit."

"Ah, leave that to me." Stede goes into his secret closet. You turn back to Ed.

"Is this part of the plan?" You ask.

"Yeah. Kinda. Just let me handle this, okay?"

"Yeah, course."

"So, you spoke to Izzy?" Ed asks, looking at you gently.

"Yeah. We spoke. He at least doesn't hate me any more."

"Ah, he never hated you."

"He did a little bit. Be honest, Ed." You say to him.

"He never hated you. Not really. It's just hard for him to be open."

You nod your head quietly. Stede returns with a purple suit in hand. You notice the ribbons on top of the pile. You took this as your sign to leave them to it.

♡♡♡

Up on deck you find Izzy lowering Lucius down the side of the ship. You raise an eyebrow in his direction.

"The fuck?"

Izzy glances up at you. "Got a little job for Spriggs. Caught him slacking."

"Barnacle duty? Oof." You peer down at where Lucius sits. "Shit job."

"Aye. Will teach him a bloody lesson." Izzy walks off. You send Lucius a sorry smile before following the brooding first mate.

"Anything you want me to do?"

"Whatever the fuck you like. I'm trying to get this crew onto shape," Izzy sighs.

"Will you at least look at me again?"

Izzy stops what he's doing and turns, looking at you. You smile at him. "That's better. Is our friendship healing?"

"Shut up."

You chuckle as he walks away.

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A little time passes when Izzy storms past you looking a little miffed. You watch him for a moment before following after him.

"Some thing happen?"

"That useless twat is gone," he huffs.

"Lucius?"

"Yes." Izzy hisses the word.

You follow him into the captain's cabin where you find Wee John watching Lucius sketch a naked Fang.

"What the fuck?"

"Not bad," you hum.

Izzy turns his head to look at you with narrowed eyes. You smile at him with a shrug.

"What?"

"Don't fucking look."

"I'm looking respectfully. Fang has nice form," you grin.

Fang smiles. "Aw, you're just saying that."

You turn back to him. "I mean every word, Fang."

Izzy sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Back to work, the lot of ya!"

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You follow Izzy once again up to the deck. He leans against the railing, his shoulders tense. He looks out to sea.

"Useless fucking bastards."

You come to stand beside him. "Cut them some slack. None of them have been a real pirate. They're used to their cosy little ship."

"Fuck the lot of them. How on the hell does this ship function when this lot can't even do their duties?"

You shrug lightly. "I don't know. Up until recently I was locked up in their brig."

Izzy lifts his head to look at you. "You were their prisoner."

"Yeah, it was dumb. All those years sailing with Blackbeard and I get caught by some pirate wannabe," you sigh.

"What happened to you? What have you been doing these past 6 years?" Izzy asks, facing you fully.

"Been on the move, moving from place to place. Stowed away a few times. Was hoping to come across you lot again, but I never found you. Looks like you found me though..."

Izzy is watching your face.

"I won't leave again. Not like that. I'm home again."

"Yeah..."

You exhale softly and look around the ship. "You been well?"

"Surviving."

"Good." You look back at him. "I missed that face of yours."

"This ugly mug?"

"Shut up. Not ugly."

He scoffs and turns back to the sea. "Let's hope Blackbeard kills Bonnet soon so we can go back to business."

"Just give him time."

A few moment of silence pass before Izzy looks back up at you. You look back at him softly, expecting him to say something, but he doesn't. He walks away.

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Night draws in. Izzy stands in front of Lucius giving him a list of chores to do to make up for slacking, twice. You sit on the steps listening, whittling away.

"You're gonna swab the deck. Twice. Then patch the main sail, oil and renwick cannons, then stack the munitions. And by the time you've done all that I'll have several more chores for you."

"And what if I don't?" Lucius asks. You eyes him carefully. "You're not my captain."

"I could spill your beans." Izzy threatens. "You've been a proper little seductress, haven't you? Black Pete, Fang. Who else is there?"

Lucius grins. "Hey, Pete?"

"Yeah, love?"

"I drew Fang naked."

"Haha! Nice. He's drawn most of us," Pete tells Izzy.

"See? We don't own each other. Dizzy Izzy." Lucius looks him in the eye. "Or is it... Izzy the Spewer?"

You look at Izzy, knowing about that nickname. You were the day Ed left Izzy in charge and the storm happened. Izzy had a rough time.

"Go now," Izzy whispers.

"Have you ever been sketched?" Lucius asks.

"Fuck off." Izzy storms off. You watch him go.

Lucius looks up at you with a smile. "You fond of Dizzy Izzy?" He asks you.

"It's just Izzy."

Black Pete and Lucius share a look. "That a yes then?"

"Don't you two have things to do?"

"Only each other," Lucius winks at Pete.

You get up from the stairs, but Lucius speaks before you her very far. "I think if he got laid he'd loosen up a little."

You glare at Lucius. "Excuse me?"

"Just saying, Izzy hasn't yelled at you or given you jobs to do. I think he may have even been a little jealous earlier when you walked in on me sketching Fang."

"What are you implying?"

"I think you know."

You glare at him again. "Shut up." You walk away. Lucius and Pete laugh together.

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You sit below deck on the hard floor whittling away in silence. The rest of the crew were above deck, most of them slept under the stars. Izzy, you were pretty sure, was in his cabin.

You move the knife swiftly along the wood.

"It's late."

You look up at the sound of the familiar voice. Izzy's voice is very distinct. You like hearing him talk.

"I know."

"The crew is sleeping. Ed is back too."

"Oh yeah, the party."

Izzy stands there with a hand on top of his sword, resting at his hip. He keeps his eyes on you as you whittle.

"What are you making?"

"Just... a thing."

"Right... a thing."

Silence settles between you both again. You can feel his eyes on you. His breathing is soft, but you can hear the wood creak under his feet as he shifts.

"I... uh... I'm glad you're back."

You stop whittling.

"I mis- I missed you."

You look up at Izzy slowly. Your heart thumping quickly in your chest. You know better than anyone what that took for him to say that.

"Missed you too, Izzy."

He inhales sharply and nods.

"Right. Yeah. Night then."

"Goodnight." You watch him as he turns sharply and walks away. He always walks away.

You focus back on your project. The sound of the knife scraping along the wood filling your ears once more.

♡♡♡

Izzy wakes up with the sun. He groans as he stares up at the ceiling. Another day on this stupid ship with Stede Bonnet. Izzy can only hope Blackbeard kills the fucker soon.

He runs his fingers through his hair, keeping his hand there as his mind fills with thoughts. You spent a good portion of yesterday following him around the ship.

Izzy breathes through his nose and lowers his hand. He turns his head to the side only to find a strange object sitting on the table. He furrows his brow knowing that it wasn't there when he went to sleep last night.

The first mate sits up and reaches over to pick up the wooden bird. He holds it in his hand, turning it this way and that way.

"The fuck?"

It looked like it resembled a sparrow. He runs his thumb across the carved out wing. It was a decent job.

"Hm." The corner of his lip twitches. You. Silly little you with your silly little whittling last night.

He goes to put the bird down only to find a note resting where the bird had been. He gently places the sparrow down and picks up the note, turning it over to read it.

'A gift as part of my ongoing apology for leaving you 6 years ago. Nice to be back, just like old times.'

Izzy smiles slightly at the note and then puts it down, glancing at the bird again.

"Yeah. Glad to have you back."

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@grippleback-galaxy - @askmarinaandothers - @godlikegallagher - @for-fuck-sake-im-alive - @whiskeyswriting - @lxsm2 - @bloody-bunni666 -

[wrenrogue]

Kuroo leaves a lot of his things at Kenma's house because that's just how it's always been, even when they were neighbors. Half the time he comes back to kenma wearing/using whatever stuff he left behind a week ago, or something kenma took from his apartment when he last visited.

Kuroo feigns being annoyed at times, but they both know it's not real annoyance, but if kuroo's annoyed at anything is that he can't take a picture of Kenma wearing his dress shirts without getting caught. Or that the only way he can get to kiss Kenma is indirectly by "accidentally" leaving his half drunk mug of coffee behind for Kenma to drink from in the morning. Or that he currently can't give Kenma access to all his things and himself full-time like he ideally wants to do.

It's become such a normal part of their routine though that sometimes kenma asks kuroo to take off the shirt he's wearing because "it's the one I want to wear today"

and Kuroo always goes "but you have your own shirts" as he's halfway out of his own, ready to hand it over.

"yknow sometimes I think you want to steal everything in my apartment" kuroo says as he finds a pan in Kenma's kitchen cupboards he thought he'd lost months ago

"And what if I did?" Kenma shrugs as he eats cereal from a bowl that also has been missing from Kuroo's apartment.

"that's so cruel of you to steal from the poor like that!!"

"The Poor literally sleeps over almost every night!!"

"because The Bourgeois has all my work shirts held hostage!!"

"you have 2 left in your apartment last time I checked!!"

"one has a stain I can't wash off!!"

"I'll buy you a new one!!"

"you'll just end up stealing it!!"

"No I won't!"

"Yes you will!!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Then just let me steal you, so I don't have to steal your shirts anymore!!"

"Kyanma!!" Kuroo gasps dramatically as he points his pan at Kenma, "so you were holding my shirts hostage!!"

Kenma rolls his eyes as he makes his way toward The Poor, "move in with me you weirdo"

"You're only saying that because you want my last good dress shirt"

"I want the idiot that wears it actually"

"You shouldn't call yourself mean things, Kenma"

"Kuro." It's in that moment that Kuroo realizes he's been cornered against the kitchen sink.

"Oh"

"Well?"

"uhhh" says Kuroo articulately. In his defense, it's not everyday one gets to be pinned against the sink by the love of their life, especially not with the offer of moving in together

"I know you want to" Kenma leans forward even further, "I want you to" he says softer still

Kuroo hopes Kenma can't see how hard his heart is currently pounding. It makes him kinda wish he hadn't given the shirt he wore earlier to Kenma. "Can-um... Can I steal something from you first though?" he asks, like an idiot. "It's only fair"

"Like what?" asks The Bourgeois

Since when did Kenma get 5 inches taller? Kuroo thinks as he decides to be an idiot and lean forward to steal a kiss. He realizes he doesn't mind not wearing a shirt when Kenma wraps his arms around his shoulders to close the gap between their bodies even further.

Kuroo briefly wonders as he explores Kenma's mouth if he'd like to take off the shirt he stole from him earlier too... it's only fair...

Unfortunately life isn't fair to The Poor and the pan he once held slips out of his grasp meeting the kitchen tile with a loud clang.

In his defense, kissing Kenma is more important than remembering he's still holding kitchenware.

"your pan" a half dazed Kenma says when he disconnects and his heels touch ground again

"our pan" Kuroo corrects

"Our?" Kenma looks up at him, golden eyes hopeful

Kuroo nods earnestly, beaming like an idiot as he picks up Kenma to sit him on the kitchen counter "Our."

Kenma smiles back, an idiot himself, before he wraps his arms around Kuroo's bare shoulders once more,

"our pan" he whispers before he guides Kuroo into steal another kiss from him, and many more after that; their pan left forgotten on their kitchen floor soon followed by their shirt.

[moriartyluver]

ARE YOU MINE CHAPTER I

"OH! YOU'RE HERE EARLY."

(Name) looked up as she tuned her new guitar, eyes meeting a pair of bright blue ones.

"James, hi," She smiled before returning her attention to the instrument in her hands "Did you see Sherly and John on the way here?"

About half a year ago, (Name) had discovered, near her secondary school, that there was an abandoned building. An old art studio to be precise. It was surrounded by a small forest but the building itself was enough for them to practice in. It was much better than practicing at Sherlock's or some overpriced old shed.

Sherlock, (Name) and John had all went to the same school and were friends, although not extremely close. One day, (Name) had found out in conversation that Sherlock also played the guitar, aswell as the violin, and they had been extremely close since. 

Shortly after, Sherlock and (name) had found the little abandoned building and cleared it out, as if claiming it as their own. Obviously they weren't planning on keeping it, but once the band would start taking off, they had their eyes on a proper place to practice, they just needed the money for it.

James nodded before speaking "They're at the corner shop, buying snacks for the practice. How long have you been here for?"

"Long enough." (Name) sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I've just been messing about with this guitar, y'know, trying to see if I can make a good tune or something.." she paused then looked towards the door where she saw Sherlock and John coming in from.

"We bring sustenance!" Sherlock laughed, holding up a few bags of crisps, tossing a (favourite snack) at (name) who smiled gratefully in response then sat beside her as john approached his drum kit after dumping the remaining snacks on an old coffee table.

"Took you long enough," James said, sitting down "(Name)'s been waiting here for God knows how long."

"Not my fault you all have terrible sense of time." She said "if I message the group chat and say we're meeting at 2, we're meeting at 2. Not 2:30pm, and certainly not 3."

"Hey! I bought you (favourite snack)! I deserve a thank you, not a nagging!" Sherlock exclaimed, pointing at an unamused (name).

"Whatever" she rolled her eyes

John opened a tube of salt and vinegar Pringles, then gestured to a bag beside (name) "What's in that?"

She looked down then opened the little plastic bag, with a local supermarket's logo on it. "Oh this? ..uh it has all my music stuff in it. Like albums and my record player."

James frowned in sympathy for a moment "Right, forgot to ask how it was with your parents last night, you know, after what you told us with the guitar breaking."

"You can always crash at my place if they end up kicking you out," Sherlock offered

(Name) shook her head in response as John offered her a Pringle, taking one with a small 'thank you'  "It's fine, really. Went better than I expected in fact."

"Really?"

"Well it wasn't perfect, and my parents lectured me quite a bit, but they were grateful I returned at all after what dad did. They said I wasn't allowed to keep these," she pointed to the bag ",there anymore. My parents said it would distract me from my studies when I go to university, but I'm allowed to stay in the band as long as it remains a hobby. My mum convinced my dad to get off my back about it, thankfully. I agreed to it, but I'm probably not gonna stick to it."

"Didn't you tell your dad you didn't really want to go to University yet?" John asked

"Nah," (name) said "I just said I was taking a gap year and I'll start next year. Hopefully our luck will change and by then, I can get away with just being a rockstar.." she smiled "Speaking of-"

"Oh god not this again," Sherlock muttered

(Name) scowled at him "We can't be a band if we don't have any songs, idiot. We can't just keep doing Arctic monkeys covers for the rest of our careers if we want to be taken seriously. Sure it's fun, but we can't earn real money if we don't make real music!"

"Yeah but you're the song writer, not us." The ravenette pointed out  "You got anything yet?"

(Name) pulled out a notebook with the words 'composition notebook' written on the front. She flipped through the pages. "We still need to sort out our concept but I think I've got some ideas. I think our first album has to be something special, you know...I've been thinking about what we're passionate about and then I sort of came to the idea we should make a song about government corruption, and the oppression of the working class, but I still need to get the lyrics right.."

"That's not bad actually," Sherlock hummed "It'll get us noticed for sure, and we're spreading a message too, good job, (nickname)"

(Name) flashed a smile, then stood up, holding her guitar and strumming a few strings hesitantly. She sat back down with an exasperated sigh.

"There's something missing, though...I can't figure it out yet.." she muttered

"Maybe you should take a break?" John suggested

James nodded in agreement "Let the thoughts process in your mind. We'll just play a few random songs and let you do some thinking. You eat your snack and relax."

(Name) put her notebook in front of her, resting her cheek against her palm as Sherlock, John and James played 'Creep' by Radiohead in the background, although it wasn't helping much.

There was an edge to their music that they didn't have yet, but it was hard to decide what. Their band was quite traditional though. Two guitarists, both of which sing, a drummer and a bassist. Other bands had some variation but the vision that (name) had was difficult to explain.

Yes, (name) adored her very new and modern guitar, but there was something about traditional instruments...Sherlock played violin, perhaps they could make do with that..? No..

(Name) shut her eyes, and in the strange foggy darkness, she saw the stranger from yesterday, playing piano elegantly. She opened her eyes slowly, roughly scribbling various words, which morphed into phrases and then lyrics  on the paper. She put her pen down and turned back to her lyrics from earlier.

"The sins that hide in a precarious mist...?" she muttered under her breath, then shot up in her seat, yelling over to the rest of the band. "Hey!" They stopped playing and turned to her "What rhymes with mist?"

"Hmm.." James put his finger to his chin "List..Cist..wish..?"

"Wish doesn't rhyme with mist." Sherlock said, narrowing his eyes at James.

"It does if you say it in a certain way, but of course you wouldn't know that with your Yorkie accent." James argued back.

"You bloody Yankee..!" He cursed, holding up his guitar threateningly

"Sherlock, no! We don't need another broken guitar!" John warned, forcing Sherlock to put his guitar back down.

(Name) laughed quietly, then turned back to her notebook. "Alright you guys go back to practicing now, thanks!"

"Wait, have you got something?" Sherlock asked, putting down his guitar and approaching (name), who flashed the page to him.

"Just the first line. It's all subject to change," she said as Sherlock took the notebook from her hand "Thoughts?"

"It's not bad.." He muttered "Where'd the sudden burst of inspiration come from?"

Taking the book back, she shut it before explaining "I realised what we were missing."

"Which is..?" James said

"I know this might sound a little nerdy, but if we incorporate elements of traditional classical music and 19th century themes, we might have out own little USP and get famous in no time." (Name) explained

"As much as that sounds cool, I don't think they played electric guitar in the eighteen hundreds."

"Don't worry about that," The (hair colour)-ette insisted, stretching her arms "Did you go to that shop I told you to after you nearly got us kicked out when we were in town yesterday?"

"Which shop?" Sherlock asked cluelessly.

Groaning, (name) stood up walking out with her hands in the pockets of her jacket "Never mind then. God you lot really are hopeless without me.."

James followed after her, throwing on his coat because British weather meant rain in the middle of summer. "Wait, where're you going now?"

"Taking a shopping break, now hurry up or we'll miss the bus and have to stand out in the rain for another 15 minutes for the next one." She said, nodding her head to the exit of the abandoned art studio and unfolding a black umbrella.

~

"I thought you went here yesterday, why are you here again?" John asked as the band walked into Qs again, empty as usual.

(Name) combed her fingers through her (hair colour) hair "I was meant to take a new amp as a package deal from Herder yesterday but I told him I'd come back for it another time. I couldn't carry that thing by myself so I figured I'd get it now then go to the place I was telling you about."

It wasn't surprising that the band were quite childish and daresay, mischievous, in public settings. At Herder's it was much worse than trying to kidnap a mannequin (which Sherlock and James had tried to do a few months ago at a local shopping mall. They were banned now though. As you can see, they have quiet the habit of getting banned from public spaces.) The band would often come in, solely to mess around with various instruments, even if they couldn't play them.

In fact, Von Herder had tried to shut Q on weekends and any time that the Band would be available outside of school hours just so he wouldn't have to deal with them, but he stopped because John convinced him not to, they were close after all, considering John was one of the few people who could ever listen to him ramble about instruments and the process of creating them.

Within seconds of opening Q's doors, Sherlock and James had already ran to the Basses and Guitars like little children in a toy store.

"(Name)! Look at this cool guitar!" James called out to her, but she shook her head, instead standing by the counter, waiting for Von Herder to come back out.

"I'll be there in a second, just need to talk to Herder and get my new amp," She said, tapping her fingertips against the counter.

"I swear to you, Albert, the piano has something wrong with it's keys!"

"Are you sure your own abilities aren't to blame?"

She heard talking behind the door.

"You're always like this.. no wonder you chose to stay with father," the first voice scoffed

Three individual voices.

"Now, now, Mr William, I'm sure we can find the issue, right, Albert?" The third voice said

"Mother's birthday is coming up, I need to be able to play something for her, and it can't be all wobbly, or else I might sound like an armature." The first voice said again "Of course, though, you'd never care, brother. You didn't come to Mother's last birthday because of work or some other pathetic excuse. Those orphans have turned you against your real family, once again."

'One german and two tories, probably..' (Name) thought to herself. Of course, she did know that you couldn't determine one's political status based solely on their accents, but seriously, they sounded like aristocrats or something. One of the posh voices was more whiney and annoying, but it sounded like a boy her age, so not exactly childish. The other was more stern and authoritative, likely older at that.

The door swung open, and Herder appeared in front of two young men who were stood in the back. "Oh, (Name)! There you are," The German smiled, then frowned, somewhat nervously. "Are you...alone..?"

"Unfortunately not," She laughed. "I'll make sure James doesn't break a bass string again, don't worry."

Herder seemed to narrow his eyes behind his blindfold. "I should hope so," He said coldly "You're all lucky I don't charge for all the accidents you and that band of you have caused..now let's see, where did I put that amp.."

He crouched down to look beneath the counter, feeling around until (Name) heard a muffled "Aha!" to signify he had found it. While he was crouched, (Name) managed to get a better look at the two young men who were speaking, almost arguing, earlier.

One was wearing a smart suit, his brown hair combed back and his bright green eyes shining with the reflecting of the light, and a younger man, possibly a little older than (Name), stood beside him. They had similar facial structures, but their features differed. Instead, the younger boy had dirty blond hair and brown eyes, but not plain brown. It was more of a hazel shade, bordering on dark red. They were still talking in regards to a piano, but a little quieter now.

Von Herder stood back up, sliding a box across the counter to (Name). "It's a little bit heavy, but I'm sure you could get a friend of yours to help you carry it home." He said, nodding his head to where Sherlock, John and James stood. "Schönen Tag noch!"

"Erm.. Herder, can I ask you something..?" (Name) asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. Von Herder nodded in response, curious "You know when I was here yesterday.. That guy playing the piano..do you know him..?"

"Oh? William? Yes I do." He said

(name) shook her head, assuming he was referring to the dirty blond with his brother. "No, sorry, I mean the one here yesterday..?" She repeated.

"Yes, I know. That was William."

'Clearly this is not going anywhere..nevermind then..' (Name) thought to herself

"Right.." She muttered, giving up her pursuit of the stranger from yesterday. "Thanks for the amp, Herder." She said, picking up the box by it's little plastic handles and walking over to the rest of the band with a disappointed sigh.

"What's up with you?" Sherlock asked, raising a brow.

"It's nothing, just that this box is so damn heavy.." said (Name). She looked back at where Herder was stood, alongside the two posh guys. "Who are they? I don't think Herder's let anyone go behind the counter before. He freaks out when people test out the instruments, for god's sake."

John perked up "Oh them? The taller one," He gestured to the brunette "That's Albert. Herder runs this place but it's owned by him. He seems quite wealthy so I wouldn't be surprised if he owned most of the places here. The other one's his brother but I hear they don't talk much. That's the second time he's been here by the looks of it."

(Name) blinked at him. "Never took you for gossip, John."

"I'm not..!" He defended "Herder just tells me these things sometimes when he's showing me his newer stuff."

~

"Did we really have to walk here?" Sherlock groaned as (Name) pushed the wooden shop door open, causing a little bell to ring.

"This place is literally only 5 minutes away from Qs, you lazy fuck." (Name) said. "And the rain stopped so there's really no excuse, stupid."

The shop, a sign reading "Moneypenny's boutique" at the top, covered in various flowers, roses, lilies, carnations, was on the edge of a road branching off of the main road. There was a few passersby but none actually entering the little vintage boutique. In the tinted, delicate windows were displays of dresses and suits and blouses and corsets and coats. The exterior was painted a mahogany colour and the words on the sign were written in gold.

As the bell rang, a woman with very straight, auburn hair, cut short to just under her chin, walked out from behind a doorway of vertical blinds. Her pale face was painted with subtle freckles around her nose. Her bangs covered her forehead and her brown eyes were shielded by a pair of large glasses. She wore a scarf around her neck, despite the humid weather, and a white blouse under a jacket. Simply put, she looked like she had just time travelled from the 19th century into present day.

"Moneypenny!" (Name) greeted "It's been a while, huh?"

The woman smiled "It's nice to see you again, (Name)." She looked at the three confused men stood behind her "Are these the..?"

"The band? Yeah." She confirmed

The quiet woman, now known to the others as "Moneypenny", gave a polite smile. "(Name)'s told me alot about you all, please feel free to visit at any time."

(Name) leaned against the counter, humming as she watched Moneypenny put away some fabrics. "The flower thing is new," She said, making small talk "Y'know with the sign..? Did Fred do it? It looks quite nice."

Moneypenny nodded "It is..Fred did it a couple of weeks ago actually. He's helped around a little more considering it's the holidays."

"Right, that makes sense.." (Name) trailed off, looking back at the band as James mouthed a 'What the fuck are we doing here?' to her. (Name) mouthed back 'I'm getting to it.' while her bandmates looked at her in confusion.

"(Name), why are you here?" Moneypenny asked amidst the awkward silence.

(Name) chuckled nervously, standing up straight "What makes you think I didn't just want to pop in, say hi? We're mates, Monepenny, aren't we?"

Moneypenny narrowed her eyes at (Name) skeptically "Well, if you were," she said in her usual quiet voice "You'd be browsing, or making conversation. So?"

(Name) sighed, her forehead resting against her arm as it lay on the counter for a moment. She looked up "Alright fine, but you better promise to hear me out fully." Her friend gave a hesitant nod "So..you know I have this band, obviously, I mean they're right there." She nodded her head to the three young men "Anyways, I've got this concept. It's super cool really, like we're gonna combine classical music, you know like Beethoven and Mozart, piano stuff from a couple of centuries ago, and then merge that with U.K. Rock music." 

Moneypenny hummed although it didn't seem she cared much. She picked up a little box, walking through the little door behind her as (Name) followed, desperate to pitch her idea to her. 

"So I.. erm.. I mean we wondered if we could maybe ask a talented fashion designer for a favour? Someone gracious and kind like you?" She smiled 

"Enough of the flattery, (Name), get to the point." Moneypenny warned with a frown, placing the box on a table covered in scraps of cloth 

"My point is, could you maybe please please please let us borrow some of your very cool pieces to wear?" (Name) pleaded as she followed Moneypenny back to the counter, clearly disinterested "It'll be worth it, I promise-"

"No." 

"Come on, Moneypenny!" (Name) exclaimed "When we get famous, it'll promote this place too! What reason could you have for not agreeing? I thought you said you had faith in the band!" 

Moneypenny pinched her forehead with her thumb and index finger "It's not that, I just think it might take a while for it to be worth it." 

"Yeah but with all these new ideas, the coke-" 

"The Baker Street Boys." Sherlock corrected 

"Whatever," (name) rolled her eyes "With all these new ideas and our improved concept, we can actually be something! Give us half a year and we'll have our first proper concert, a decently sized fanbase and proper management!" 

"My mind's made up, (Name), now unless you're going to buy something, I suggest you go  practice so you can achieve those far fetched goals." Moneypenny stated, her arms folded. 

The door opened with another ring of the bell, revealing a short boy with spiky black hair, holding a flower pot. Moneypenny and (Name) turned their attention to him, both wearing smiles on their faces. 

"Fred!" (Name) greeted, walking towards him "It's been a while, huh."

"(Name)." The boy now known as Fred said. He looked over to the awkward trio of Sherlock, James and John, unlike their rowdy selves. "This is the band, isn't it?" He asked

(Name) nodded "Yeah, but Moneypenny here isn't a big fan of us, she thinks we're going to fail and end up as tramps, living on the streets because we're so talentless and pathetic."

Fred squinted his dark eyes in confusion, muttering a "Huh?" 

"(Name)! That is not what I said!" Moneypenny scolded 

"Yeah you did." she joked "Come on, Freddy, tell Moneypenny we're actually worth a few outfits or so. She doesn't want to lend these talentless hobos anything, even if it could be amazing promotion when we get famous." 

"(NAME)!"

"Fine, fine," (Name) scowled, gesturing to the band to follow her as they walked towards the door. "We'll get out of your hair then, we're leaving!"

A/N: ooh more characters. Y/n's probably barely gonna be in the next chapter to make a little room for our other lead ifykyk. I'll upload a false lovers chapter soon and make a masterlist for this too. I've mostly been writing series stuff instead of oneshots but I'll try to get something sorted soon lol. My computers is kind of acting up and my phone broke so I've been on the edge of insanity recently without a method of escapism lol

[little-corritrice]

Lando Norris ~ I wouldn't do that

[This is something new I'm trying out with the F1 driver imagines. I'm going to try and do different types of au's, so here it is!]

Mafia AU ~ TW for violence, kidnapping, typical mafia stuff

[Long]

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They say being the girlfriend of the top most feared mafia lord was the worst thing that could happen to a girl, but hell, I'm living my best life as just that. See, I'm dating Lando Norris, the mafia lord of England. Being with the most feared man in the country had its perks. For example, I have great protection against the outside world, and he spoils me like a princess, even though I never really have used that to my advantage. It all happened when I worked in his bar and night after night of being his personal server, he finally had the guts to actually talk to me, and a year later, here we are.

Sitting at my desk, I lazily typed in data for the bar as I was given the privilege's of being able to say I owned it and run my very own business. I groaned out as it was nearly midnight, Lando not back from his meetings in Monaco with the other mafia lord, Charles Leclerc. I let my head hit the table, only lifting it up when I heard a knock on the door. My office door opened and in came Oscar, my personal bodyguard. "Hey, Ossie." I smiled, letting my head fall back down. "Why are you still up?" I asked, and he chuckled. "I think I'm supposed to be asking you that." He said, and I chuckled.

I sat up in my chair, leaning back as I slightly rocked it back and forth. "Just waiting for Lan to hurry the fuck up." I said and he nodded. "I'm up because my boss gave me a job." He chuckled, making me laugh. "It's like midnight. Just go take the day off." I said, but he shook his head. "No can do. Bosses' orders." He said, and I groaned. "Oscar, I love you; I really do, but if you make me fight you over this, I'm going to kick your ass." I said, and he laughed at my empty threat. "I'm going to get my ass kicked if I don't do my job." He retorted back. I smiled, standing up as I shut everything down.

I walked over to him, resting my hand on his arm. "You can at least go change out of this uncomfortable suit. I know they are a pain." I said, and he shook his head. "I don't know, I kind of like it. Makes me look spiffy." He said, and I laughed as I walked out of my office, heading downstairs. "Whatever you say, Ossie." I said, about to reach the end of the stairs, but there was a blast from the front door, making me fall down as Oscar grabbed me. He pulled me back against the wall, his hand over my mouth as he looked around the corner. "Shit." He whispered, slowly moving his hand.

He reached for his gun, glancing at me. I had training in self defense and fighting, as well as guns, but throwing knives were my specialty. "Go upstairs. Call Lando. Stay in your office until I come get you." He said, making me nod. I slowly got up, slipping my shoes off as I rushed up the stairs. I reached my office, quickly and quietly going inside. I locked the doors, running to my desk. I grabbed my phone off of it, dialing Lando. He answered immediately, sighing out. "y/n, I'm so sorry, baby. We're at the airport-" He started, but I shushed him. "Lando, they're here. There was like 20 of them, and Oscar's down there by himself." I cried out, breathing quickly as I was panicking.

Lando immediately dropped everything he was doing and got into his car. "I'll be right there, baby. Where are you at?" He asked, and I let out a quiet cry as I heard gunshots going off now. "My office. Please hurry Lando. Oscar, he's-" I cried, but was cut short as there was a bang on my door. "They're up here with me." I whispered, ducking down as I grabbed my knives. "Baby, it's okay. Remember our training?" He asked, and I hummed out. "Just like training, baby. Don't be scared. I'm almost home." He said, and I let out a soft gasp as the door broke open. "They're in the room." I whispered, setting my phone down as I heard their footsteps.

By the sounds of it, there was only 2 guys in here. "Okay. Stay down until they get close enough." He said, and I nodded, even though he couldn't see it. "Come on out, y/n! We know you're in here." One guy called, and I held my breath. "You wouldn't want your little friend to get hurt any more." Another said and I became wide-eyed as I thought about Oscar getting hurt. As soon as they got close, I quickly stood up, sending my daggers flying into their necks, blood gushing out as they fell down. I didn't have time to react as I was grabbed by the neck by a third guy, and I let out a cry as he stabbed my side with a knife.

I choked out as he held me in the air by my throat. I tried scratching his face, kicking him, trying to escape, but he just twisted the knife, making me scream out in pain. "Let's get going, pretty lady." He said, dropping me down as he pulled the knife out. "Lando!" I screamed as he dragged me out and all the way down the stairs. I saw Oscar laying on the floor with some guys around him. "Oscar!" I exclaimed, getting free of the guys grasp and running to him. The other guys didn't grab me, just smirking down at me. "Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head. He's coming too." The guy said before he hit me over the head, successfully knocking me out as I fell onto Oscar.

~ ~ ~

Lando jumped out of the car before it even parked, running towards the house. He saw the door wide open, his fear worsening as he saw a puddle of blood. He walked over to it, seeing a note. 'She's a pretty one. Let's hope you find her before it's too late.' It said and he threw it down as he ran upstairs to her office, running in as he looked around. He couldn't find anything, quickly bringing his phone out. "Charles, god they took y/n. I-I-" He couldn't finish, anger and fear washing over him. "Hey, it'll be okay. We'll be there in 10." Charles said before he hung up. Lando walked to your desk, grabbing the photo of him, Oscar and you at the fairgrounds.

He let out a frustrated cry as he set it down, walking back downstairs. "Anything?" He asked his men that were on their laptops. "We got her necklace, but it looks like they threw it off as it's stationary." One said, and Lando grunted. He thought to himself before he looked up. "Her ring. Track her ring." He said, and they immediately got to work. Screeching tires were heard as Lando walked to the front door. Charles, Max and Daniel all came to him. They stood by for the next 5 minutes until one of Lando's guys shouted out. "Got her! 5 miles southeast at the hillside house." He yelled and everyone ran out, all speeding off to get y/n and Oscar back home.

~ ~ ~

I groaned lightly as I woke up, coughing slightly. "y/n!" Someone called, though it was muffled. I looked up, seeing Oscar tied from his wrist as he hung from the ceiling with tape over his mouth. There were two guys standing by him, holding a knife and taser. "Oscar?!" I cried out, tears coming to my eyes. The men ripped the tape off his mouth, earning a grunt from him. "It's okay, it's okay, y/n." He reassured, his eyes soft as he looked at me. The men soon tortured him, his cries of pain making me sob out. "Stop it! Stop it please!" I cried, struggling in my bindings. They smirked as they continued on, Oscar's cries of agony being drowned out by my screams.

After 30 minutes of torture, they cut his bindings, letting him drop to the floor. They came over to me, cutting me free as I lunged towards Oscar. "O-Oscar?" I cried out shakily, my hand resting on his cheek. "y/n..." He whispered out, making me smile as I pulled him closer to me. "It's okay. You're going to be okay. I promise." I sniffled, stroking his cheeks as he smiled softly. He soon groaned in pain, coughing slightly. "Hey, hey. Stay with me. They'll be here any minute." I whispered, my tears falling on his cheeks. "How?" He breathed out, and I smiled. "You didn't think this was just for show, did you?" I cry-laughed, holding up the back of my hand that had my ring on it.

~ ~ ~

15 minutes had soon passed, and Oscar was growing tired by the second. He groaned once again as he shuffled. "I'm so sorry, Oscar." I whispered, resting my forehead on his as he held my hand that was pressing down on his open wound. "No, I-I'm sorry...I should have...protected you." He whispered in pain, and I let my tears flow freely once again. "But you did. You saved me from the blast, and kept me safe until the very end." I sniffled, shaking my head softly. "But I need you to fight right now. Don't let me lose you." I said, and he chuckled dryly. "Lose...me? Please. You...won't...ever be...getting rid of me...that easily." He joked, making me let out a crying laugh.

I was about to talk, but the door burst open, the same guy from my office grabbing me harshly. "Wait! Let me go!" I yelled, fighting against him. "Let her go!" Oscar yelled, but the guy scoffed. He put me in a headlock, holding a gun at Oscar. "Don't make me pull this trigger." He whispered in my ear. I whimpered out as I froze, not risking Oscar's life like that. He put the gun to my head, smirking as Lando, Max, Charles and Daniel came running in. I stared at them as I let out a grunt as he tugged my hair hard. I looked down to Oscar, seeing his eyes loosing focus as he was breathing heavily. I looked back to Lando, tears coming to my eyes as I held the guys arm.

Lando stepped forward, but the guy cocked the gun, holding it harder against my head. He stopped immediately, taking in a breath as he glared at the guy. They started talking, but I wasn't paying attention to them as I looked down at Oscar. He was slowly moving, reaching up towards the guy's waistband. I cried out as he dug the gun into my side now, blood staining my shirt as it dripped down. I felt the guy lean into me more, bending me forward slightly. I gasped out as I felt him starting to kiss my shoulder and neck. I struggled in his grip, screaming out as he started biting my neck.

Lando charged forward, tackling the guy as he dropped the gun. I fell to my knees, grabbing onto Oscar as he started closing his eyes. "Oscar?!" I called out, gently patting his cheek. "Lando!" I yelled, turning to him with teary eyes. He stood up, staring at the guy before he shot him dead. I looked up at him as he walked over, bending down as he put his fingers to Oscar's neck. "It's okay, baby. Daniel, Max!" He called, grabbing onto me as Max and Daniel grabbed Oscar and we ran out. I started sobbing in his grip as I was gasping for air, shaking as Lando and me got in a separate car.

Lando held my cheeks as he gently stroked them with his thumb. I was still sobbing, clutching my chest as it was really hard to breath. "Baby, look at me. Just breathe, in and out. Please." He pleaded, prompting me to try, but to no avail as he shook his head. "He's okay, baby. Oscar is okay. You're okay." He pleaded, rubbing my back as he gave me kisses all around my face. Eventually, I started calming my breathing, but my sobs never really died down. "It's all over now." He whispered, pulling me against him as he kissed my head over and over, my cries quieting down to sniffles eventually. However, within a couple minutes, I lost consciousness from blood lost.

~ ~ ~

I gasped as I woke up, looking around me. I was in the infirmary room in the house, nobody in here with me. I got out of bed, slowly making my way upstairs. I heard some talking, but that wasn't my priority right now. I walked upstairs, going straight to his room. I walked in, seeing Oscar's back that was littered with scars. I teared up as he turned to me, buttoning up his shirt. His chest was also littered with cuts, and I let out a cry as I walked towards him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I cried as I hugged him tightly. He sighed as he held me against him, shaking his head. "No, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He asked, pushing me away as he scanned over my body.

I nodded at him, sniffling as I wiped my tears away. "Don't worry about me. Are you okay?" I asked, and he smiled. "I'm perfectly okay, y/n. No need to worry." He said, and I nodded. "Lando's downstairs with the boys. Let's go see them." He said, guiding me downstairs. I wiped my tears, but it was kind of useless. Oscar opened the door and all talking immediately seized. I recognized this as one of the mafia's meetings as there was a bunch of other guys I've seen plenty of times. I backed away a little, looking up at Lando as he looked mad. His facial expression softened as soon as he saw my tears.

Lando got up immediately, completely disregarding his previous conversation as he came over to me. He gently pulled me out, nodding at Oscar as he went inside the room. I sniffled as I looked up at Lando again, feeling extremely bad for interrupting. "I-I'm sorry-" I started, but Lando bent down, gently kissing my lips to shut me up. "Shh, it's okay, baby. You don't ever have to apologize." He said, picking me up as he took us to our room. "How about we stay in bed all day? Would you like that?" He asked, handing me one of his shirts as I changed. "If you're not too busy-" I started but he once again cut me off. "I am never too busy for you, darling. Now just lay down." He smiled.

I nodded, getting under the covers as he got in bed shortly after. I clung onto him for dear life, staring at the door as if someone were going to walk in any second and take Lando away from me. "You're okay...Everyone is okay." Lando whispered out, kissing my head gently. "I-I-" I hiccupped, tears falling from my cheeks as Lando sat us up carefully. "No, no, no. What's going on, baby?" He asked softly, rubbing my tears away but it was pointless. "I-I...I couldn't save him...and-and-" I sobbed, but he shushed me quickly, pulling me against him. "No, no. You did save him though. He's alive and well." Lando cooed, stroking my hair. I nodded as I continued sobbing, just holding Lando close to me.

~ ~ ~

Waking up in a jolt, I took in a deep breath of air as I looked around at my surroundings. I felt around and felt Lando wasn't by my side. I looked on his nightstand to see a note. 'Sorry to leave suddenly, princess. Have some things that need to be done. Oscar is in his room.' It read with a heart at the bottom. I quickly got up, speed walking to Oscar's room as I knocked on his door. Within a second it opened, Oscar's sleepy form coming in view. "Sorry, I-" I started, but he shushed me, gently leading me in and to the bed. He laid me down, tucking me in as he came around and got under the covers as well. "Sleep, y/n. You need it right now." He said, moving his arm so I could cuddle up with him. I scooched in, snuggling close as he kissed my head. Within the next couple of minutes, I'd drifted off to sleep again.

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Ohh what about Elliot getting triggered on a mission and having a panic attack in the hotel room?

Masterlist

Ooh, I like this idea😈

Content: referenced gun violence, threat of gun violence, captivity, referenced past captivity, hostage situation, former pet whumpee

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"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Lyra asked as they packed the team's things into the van. They were preparing to go on their first mission since before Elliot was kidnapped, and there was still some uncertainty surrounding Elliot's involvement.

Elliot nodded, handing Lyra another bag. "It's been a year, Lye. Trust me, I've got this."

Lyra shrugged and took the bag from Elliot's hands, stuffing it into the overflowing trunk of the van. "That's exactly my point. It's been a year since we rescued you, which means it's been two since you've gone on a mission. Forgive me for being worried, El. This isn't going to be an easy mission and I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I'll be fine," Elliot assured them. "As long as we're not rescuing some poor, traumatized kid from his kidnapper's basement, I think I'll be able to handle it."

Lyra scoffed and rolled their eyes, turning back to face the luggage in order to hide the small smile on their face. They had missed his sense of humor more than anything during his recovery. No matter how insufferable some of his jokes were, they were just glad he was making them again.

"Uh, Lyra?" Elliot said, breaking Lyra out of her trance. She looked over at him again, only to find him holding out the last bag for her to stuff into the far. "You okay over there?"

Lyra smirked. "I'm fine," she said as she took the bag from him. "Is that the last of it."

Elliot nodded. "It better be. I don't think we can fit anymore in that trunk."

Lyra scoffed. "Go make sure the others are ready."

Elliot furrowed his brows in confusion. "But Colleen's not here yet."

"No, but she'll be here any minute," Lyra said, checking their watch. "We have to go. Besides, I think Dumpling will be able to handle being on her own for however long it takes for Colleen to arrive."

"You don't know that," Elliot argued. "She's never been on her own before."

"She'll be fine," Lyra assured him. "Just go check on the others."

Elliot shrugged. "Fine, but if Dumpling gets too anxious and starts clawing up the furniture, it's on you." He didn't bother waiting for a response before turning and disappearing back into the house.

. . .

"So, everyone's clear on the plan, right?" Karine asked.

Every member of the team nodded, except Elliot. "Uh, I'm not. No one's told me what I'm doing," he said.

Karine shared an unreadable look with Lyra. "I thought you were gonna tell him," she whispered.

Lyra bit their lower lip and lowered their head. "I couldn't."

"Tell me what?" Elliot asked.

Karine glared at Lyra and sighed. "Look, El, this is your first mission in over two years. We didn't want to push you too hard, so..." she broke off, glancing around the van for some help, but no one offered any.

Elliot furrowed his brows. "So...what? I'm...not actually needed here?"

Karine sighed again, her shoulders dropping. "It's not that. We've just got this one covered. You're here to get familiarized with missions again, not to...you know, actually participate."

Elliot clenched his jaw. "And no one thought to tell me?"

"You were so excited," Lyra said. "I didn't have the heart to tell you."

Tears started to build behind Elliot's eyes, but he pushed them back. "So-So, I'm just gonna s-sit here and-and do nothing?" Elliot silently cursed his stutter. Now it was obvious how upset he was.

Lyra's expressioned morphed into one of pity. "Sunshine—"

"Whatever, just forget it," Elliot interrupted. He turned away from them to hide the tears starting to trickle down his face.

"Darling, if you want, I can teach you a bit about what I do," Yvonne suggested, resting a hand on his shoulder. "It's not as exciting as what you usually do, but—"

Elliot shrugged her hand away and tucked himself into the corner of the van, farthest away from his companions. He hoped he was making it clear that he wanted to be left alone. When the team's conversation resumed without him, he figured he'd succeeded.

And that was exactly what he wanted.

When Karine, Lyra, and Landon jumped out of the van, Elliot sneakily slipped out after them. He was careful not to alert any of them that he'd even moved, let alone left the van. He watched as they approached the building, cringing when they forced their way through the front door.

With my help, that entrance could've been a lot less conspicuous

Elliot made his way to a window a little ways away from the entrance and soundlessly slipped through. He dropped into a dark, empty room that looked like a ransacked office, with what little Elliot could see. He didn't stay in the room for long enough to dwell on it.

The empty hallway was equally as eerie, and it was in that moment that Elliot realized that he didn't know where they were. He didn't even know what this mission was for. The realization made his stomach clench. The sound of blood pounding in his ears drowned out the swiftly approaching footsteps from beyond the corner he was approaching.

A group of about six men rounded the corner at the same time as Elliot, just in time for Elliot to plow into one of them face-first. He fell to the ground on his backside and, once he gathered his bearings, he gasped at the looming silhouettes above him. They each wore a bandana around the lower half of their faces.

The man he'd run into chuckled deeply and Elliot felt a familiar chill run down his spine.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Is one of our precious hostages trying to escape?" The man said.

Hostages?

Now Elliot understood why his friends hadn't told him anything. Elliot was stricken by terror, completely frozen in place on the ground. He wasn't breathing, nor could he even bring himself to blink.

The men laughed at him. "How cute," the man in front said.

Another of them pointed his rifle directly between Elliot's eyes. "Should we kill him?"

"We promised not to kill any hostages unless our demands were refused."

The man shrugged. "It's not like they'll miss just one." Elliot started to cry.

The man in front slapped the gun away from his comrade. "Are you insane? Just put him back with the others."

Two of the men grabbed Elliot by the arms and hauled him to his feet. It was in that moment that Elliot found his will to fight and started kicking and screaming. He struggled to loosen the grip they had on his upper arms, but to no avail. He sobbed and screamed as horrible memories flooded back to the surface of his mind.

"Ugh!" One man exclaimed. "Someone shut him up!" Another man ripped off the bandana around his face and stuffed it into Elliot's mouth. Elliot continued to scream beneath the gag until he was slapped across the face. "Shut! Up!"

Tears poured down Elliot's face and he struggled to keep up with the men dragging him forward. He couldn't breathe.

Not again. Not again. Not again

As they came across a wide, central room, Elliot noticed a group of about thirty individuals huddled in the corner, each with their wrists and ankles tied with duct tape. Elliot's stomach dropped. As they dragged him toward the group, one of the men pulled out a roll of duct tape, while another yanked the bandana out of his mouth.

"Please!" Elliot begged as soon as he was able. "I-I'm n-not s-supposed to b-be here! This is a m-mistake! Please, l-let me go!" The man with the tape began to bind his hands and feet, just like the rest of the hostages.

"Keep talking and I'll use some of this on your mouth," the man threatened. With that, Elliot was shoved into the center of the group of hostages, sobbing and pleading. The men ignored him and left the room, locking the door behind them.

Elliot had landed beside a girl with bright orange hair and freckles all over her face. She too looked as though she had been crying. Even still, she leaned over to him and said, "It's gonna be okay. There was a girl in here e-earlier who-who said she-she was gonna get us out. We're gonna be fine."

Hearing that didn't ease Elliot's fear. Almost as soon as the girl said it, the main door to the room slammed open and Karine, Landon, and Lyra burst through. Elliot gasped and lowered his head to try and blend in with the other hostages.

Gunshots rang out, echoing off the stone walls and reverberating through Elliot's bones. His mind didn't register what happened next. All around him, fellow hostages stood up and raced for the doors, free of their bonds. Elliot's heart was racing, his anxiety jumbling his thoughts. The lights were too bright, the sounds of pounding footsteps rattled through his brain, a sharp ringing split through his skull, and—

"Elliot?"

It all stopped. All at once, every sensation assaulting his senses stopped with the sound of his name. His stomach sank as he turned to look at Lyra, who stared at him with the most confused and concerned expression he'd ever seen.

"What are you doing here?"

Elliot's mouth felt like it was full of sand. The only way he could bring himself to answer was by showing her his bound wrists.

Lyra's eyes widened, and without missing a beat, she kneeled down to rip through the duct tape binding his limbs. All the while, she asked him questions and expressed her immense confusion and worry, but Elliot said nothing.

Once they'd finished untying him, Lyra gently led him to his feet and kneeled down in front of him. "Hey," they began, in the gentlest voice they could muster. "It's okay, I promise. I'm not upset with you. I just want to know what happened."

Elliot sniffled, and just like that, the tears he'd been fighting burst forth. Lyra gathered him in their arms and quietly shushed him, rubbing calming circles into his back. "It's okay," they whispered. "You're okay. I've got you. You're okay."

. . .

The car ride to the hotel was awkward and tense. Elliot sat in the very back with a weighted blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He hadn't spoken a word since the whole ordeal, nor did he intend to. He wanted to sink into the leather seats of the company-issued van and disappear.

Lyra kept a hand on his back the whole walk up to the hotel room, which seemed to go on for miles. He kept his head down the entire time, and still, no one said a word to him.

Once he and Lyra reached the room they were sharing, she said, "How about a hot shower? That might help you calm down and then we can talk once you get out, eh?"

Elliot said nothing, nor did he even look at them. Instead, he merely plodded into the bathroom to start the shower.

He didn't know what to expect from the discussion that would follow. The hot water helped to ease some of the tension in his muscles and the cold dread that had seeped into his bones. The shampoo provided by the hotel smelled of lavender and Elliot closed his eyes as the scent enveloped him.

When he turned the water off, Elliot could hear the multiple voices conversing on the other side of the bathroom door and the relaxation borne from his comforting shower instantly washed away. The voices quieted once the water had been shut off and Elliot felt his stomach drop. In his haste to get into the shower, he'd forgotten to grab a set of clothes from his suitcase. So, once he was sufficiently dry, he slipped on the fluffy white robe that hung beside the shower and braced himself for whatever was coming next.

All conversation died when Elliot opened the bathroom door. All five of his teammates had made themselves comfortable, finding seating on his bed, Lyra's bed, and the singular chair beside the window. As five sets of eyes locked on Elliot, he felt his blood run cold. Burning tears stung his eyes and he wedged his lower lip between his teeth to hide its quivering.

Lyra stood up, but they didn't approach him. "Sunshine?" They said. "Come sit." They patted the seat beside them and scooted over.

Elliot couldn't breathe. His tears started to fall and his feet remained rooted to the ground.

Lyra slowly stood up, their expression a mask of worry when they saw his face go pale. "It's okay. Hey, it's okay, sunshine. No one's mad, I promise," they assured him. "Please, come sit down."

Overcome by his panic and terror, Elliot stiffly and robotically sat down beside Lyra, every muscle in his body tense. His fists were clenched into white-knuckled fists and Lyra could finally see the slightly trembling of his body as he moved.

Elliot closed his eyes and braced himself for his teammates' anger.

"Elliot," Karine began. Elliot held his breath and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. "Are you hurt?"

Shocked, Elliot opened his eyes and lifted his head slightly, tear tracks marking his face. He silently shook his head.

"Did those men...touch you?" The leader asked. Elliot once again shook his head. "Did they do anything to you?"

Elliot's mouth was still dry as sand, but he forced himself to answer. "Th-They h-h-hit me o-once and-and g-gagged me, but-but th-that's it."

The whole team seemed to exhale a sigh of relief with that statement.

"Thank god you're okay," Yvonne said. "We were so worried when we looked back and you were gone."

Elliot's cheeks burned with shame and he lowered his head once more. "S-Sorry. Are-Are you mad?"

"Not at all, love," Yvonne answered.

"But we do want to know what happened," Karine finished for her. "What were you doing in there in the first place?" Despite how gentle she tried to speak, Elliot could sense the sternness behind her words and his shoulders tensed once more.

More tears started to fall as he tightly gripped the hem of his robe. "I-I w-wanted to-to p-prove I was r-ready, th-that I could s-still be use-useful." A quiet whimper escaped his throat as he tried to hold back his sobs. "I-I'm s-so sorry." Lyra gently rubbed his back.

"Oh, darling, don't be," Yvonne said. "We're not mad, I promise. We completely understand. Right?"

Karine sighed. "She's right, buddy. We shouldn't have made any kind of decision about this mission without you. It's not our place to decide when you're ready. It's yours." Elliot sniffled and looked up at the leader, tears still trickling down his face. "So," Karine continued. "If you truly feel like you're ready to start going on missions again, we can start taking some smaller ones to ease you in. How does that sound?"

Elliot wiped his eyes and nose. "U-Um...th-that's okay. Y-You were right, I-I w-wasn't r-ready. I'm-I'm sorry I m-made such a m-mess of things."

"You didn't," Lyra said. "The mission went exactly as planned. The guilty party was taken into custody and all of the hostages were freed and unharmed. You did nothing wrong."

"I sh-should've listened," Elliot said. "I'm s-sorry, Lyra. I could've r-ruined everything."

Lyra shook their head and draped their arm around his shoulders. "It's all in the past, sunshine. We're just glad you're safe. That's all that matters."

Elliot snuggled up to them and rested his head on their shoulder.

"Hey," Landon said. "Why don't we order takeout tonight and call Colleen to check on Dumpling?"

"Yve brought her laptop," Broderick added. "We could have a movie night."

"That's a great idea," Lyra said. "El? What do you think?"

Elliot's cheeks reddened. "Can-Can I p-put on some clothes first?"

Lyra laughed. "Please do."

Elliot smiled sheepishly and reveled in the warmth of Lyra's embrace for just a little bit longer.

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3. New beginnings

In the last three days, so much has happened.

For starters, she got the job, which she's so thankful for. Claire is the ultimate sweetheart and her coworkers are nice, but she still misses Joe.

Tyler ended up being pregnant and getting an abortion, and has just been losing her damn mind lately.

She's getting really tired of her downward spiral; cause she's causing her own problems. She won't listen to Stevie or let her even try to help, but you can't help someone who doesn't see a problem in what they're doing.

They're both still going to their classes, or so she hopes, since she's been MIA as of lately.

But on the bright side, her and Roderick are getting closer. Their first official date is actually tonight.

She feels like they've been waiting for this day for the longest time.

Currently on her break, she's sitting in the McDonald's parking lot with Rod. It's pretty warm today, so they're perched on the hood of his car.

She stuffs a handful of salty fries into her mouth, listening to him tell her about his day.

He takes a swig of his Hi-ci orange and laughs at her stuffing her face.

"Listen, I haven't eaten since this morning. Leave me alone."

"Ain't nobody judgin' you, girl.”

"Lies. That's exactly what you're doing.”

He throws his hands up in defense, still laughing.

"Okay, you got it. So, how's the job goin'? Everybody still being friendly and shit?"

"Yeah, I like the place a lot," she sips on her Sprite, "everybody just stays in their space and that makes me happy cause at Joes', that wasn't the case."

"What do you mean? Y'all ain't have no personal space?"

"Well, that and some people just acted like they had to be up in your face, anyway. I'm glad it's different and spread out now."  She rolls her eyes, thinking about John.

"Hm, somebody was like that with you?" He asks.

"Yeah... he left, before he got fired for it. I have a restraining order against him, so I'm good." Joe ended up taking care of that for her, knowing that she had a lot on her plate.

"Aight, just know that if something jumps off, I got you." He says.

She nods, staring back at her fries.

The serious tone in his voice makes her stomach swarm with butterflies. Real foreign.

"You ready to head back?" He asks.

She nods, sliding off the hood and adjusts her black collar work shirt, placing her trash in the empty bag.

He leans up from the hood and tosses his trash in the same bag, heading towards the nearest trash can to throw it away.

He heads back over to her side, opening the door for her. She thanks him and slides into the seat, allowing him to close the door for her.

He rounds the car and gets in, starts the car up and pulls out of the parking lot. It's a fairly quick drive, considering the fact that McDonald's is right around the corner from her job.

"Listen, I don't wanna scare you off or anything. I just wanna let you know that, I'm diggin' you and I think you're dope. We been kickin' it for a minute and I'm startin' to like you." He admits.

She bites her lip to hide the smile on her face.

"I'm starting to like you, too. You aight when you wanna be." She jokes, causing him to smack his lips. Again, she hates that sound.

"Seriously, I'm glad that I get to take you out tonight. You'll have fun, I promise."

"Well, it's been fun so far. I don't think I'll be disappointed." 

He pulls into the parking spot next to her car. She sighs and unbuckles her seatbelt, placing her hand on the door handle.

"Thanks for hanging out with me, on my break." She smiles, and he returns it.

"It was my pleasure, babygirl."

She feels the heat rise to her cheeks.

"So, I'll see you around six thirty?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll be on time, so you better be ready." Sje scoffs.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Y'all take forever to get ready, that's what I mean." He starts laughing.

"Boy, whatever. I'll make you wait if I want to." She says, before opening the door and looking back at him.

"Right. You'll get left." He laughs, stepping out to make sure she gets in safe.

"Wow, so no hug?" He asks.

"Not after you threaten to leave me," she laughs and heads inside, blowing him a kiss. He waves her off and hops back in his car.

She laughs, waving to Claire and walking past the counter, into the back to put her bag away.

"Hey sunshine! How was your break?" She places her pen behind her ear, sending a smirk her way, once she's back in her view.

"It was good. I finally got my fix of fast food I've been craving all day." She turns her around, tying the strings of her apron.

"Mhm, and?"

"And... I'm back?" She laughs and turns back around.

"Stevie, we saw that fine piece of chocolate!" Alana comes out of nowhere and states. Stevie rolls her eyes.

"Okay, congratulations... you guys have eyeballs that work!" She shoots them a 'thumbs-up' and walks away.

"Ugh, people can be so nosy." She mumbles to herself, grabbing a rag and a spray bottle and starts cleaning her station. The chimes on the door sound, indicating that a customer just walked in.

"Welcome to Claire's coffee, I'll be right with you!" She says in the cheeriest voice she could muster up.

"Take your time, girl." She looks up and sees Tyler.

I haven't seen this bitch in two days!

She goes back to what she's doing.

"What are you doing here?" She scoffs.

"You thought, you could get another job and not tell me? What's that about?" She looks at her, completely amused at how she thinks this has anything to do with her.

"You're serious? You think I hid this from you? It's not like you'd listen to me even if I was to run it by you. And, since you wanna come in chastising people, where have you been?"

Tyler just stares at her, egg on her face.

"This really ain't the place to talk about any of this. I'll just see you when you get home." She backtracks and heads for the door.

"What do you mean? It's been a whole forty-eight hours! You didn't call me. You didn't come by the house to let me know you were okay. You didn't leave a note or anything. Yet, you wanna come in here and break bad on me. Wassup with you?" She quizzes.

"We'll talk later." She leaves back out.

She sighs and prepare for the rush of customers that are about to come through. This is nothing like Joe's.

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She sits her keys on the counter and walks into the living room.

Tyler's sitting on the couch, watching a rerun of Pinky and The Brain. 

She clears her throat, and Tyler mutes the tv and looks at her, patting the cushion beside her. She sighs and sits down.

"So, before you say anything, I just wanna say that I'm sorry. I've been acting like an ass and it has nothing to do with you. I was just making terrible decisions and I didn't wanna hear what you had to say, cause you were right and I knew that. But, I see if was for my own good and I appreciate you still being here for me."

"Well, where else would I be? We live together, and more importantly, you're my best friend! I'm always gonna tell you what you need to hear, cause I don't care about sugarcoating anything and you know that. I just don't want you doing anything stupid. I need you to be good. Do it for yourself. Not cause, you think I'll yell at you or whatever, cause that's a given, but cause you're the only person that can live your life."

She nods before pulling her into a hug. Stevie rubs her back in a motherly manner and stands back up.

"So, what's going on with you?" Tyler asks.

"I'm gonna get ready for my date, tonight." Stevie turns on her heels and heads upstairs. She follows behind.

"Ooh, what are you wearing?" She shrugs and opens her closet, searching through the many different patterns and prints, finding absolutely nothing suitable.

"I have an hour to get ready and there's nothing here! What the hell am I gonna do?" She looks over at her.

She places a hand on her shoulder. "Okay first of all, breathe."

She rummages through and pulls out a black tank top and a neon green skirt. She squints, not remembering buying either.

"See, you have too many clothes! Pair this with your black heels and slick your hair back. Now, get in the shower!" She places her clothes on the bed and smacks her butt, kicking her out of her own room.

If I wasn't in such a rush, I'd give her a piece of my mind.. again.

She showers quickly, making sure to keep her hair dry. She hops out and wraps a towel around herself, before doing her hygiene routine, making sure to use her strawberry scented lotion.

Sliding into her outfit, she grabs her rat tail comb and parts her hair, instead of slicking it back. Tucking the sides behind her ear, she grabs her black sandals from her closet, sliding her feet inside them.

She grabs the Gucci shades that Tyler bought her for Christmas last year and slides them into her hair.

She looks at the clock by her tv, seeing that it reads 6:27 p.m. She smirks, more than amused that she's ready before my "set time".

As if on cue, her phone rings. She grabs it off her nightstand and answers it.

Rods' deep voice cuts through the second of silence. "Beautiful, are you ready?"

"I surely am, dear. Aren't you proud?" She says in a sarcastic tone. He laughs.

"Very. I'll be there in two minutes."

They hang up and she heads downstairs. Tyler pops up out of nowhere, scaring her half to death.

"Well, don't you look fucking hot!"

She smacks her arm, placing her hand over her chest. Tyler snorts.

"Thank you, crazy. I owe this look to you, minus the hair." She twirls the end of a strand, shrugging.

"It's so cute, girl. I bet big head's gonna love it!"

A knock sounds at the door, sending her low-key rushing towards it.

"Girl, calm down!" Tyler teases.

Stevie rolls her eyes and open the door.

Rod stands before her in a black and gold striped, short sleeved button up, paired with light wash jeans and Air Force ones. The durag that he wore earlier is gone, and his waves are on full display.

"So... y'all just gon' stand there and drool over each other?" Tyler asks, from her seat, making her snap out of her trance.

He pulls her hand up to his lips, pecking her skin.

"It goes without saying, but you look beautiful." He says.

She blushes, sending a thank you his way.

"You look good, too."

Tyler slides her clutch into the fold of her arm. She turns around to face her.

"Oh, thank you. I would've forgotten it. But um, I'll be home later, okay?"

"Have fun, boo."

She nods and places her hand back in Rod's, heading down the steps and towards his car. He opens her door for her, helping her in.

"Thank you."

He winks and rushes towards the drivers side. The car comes to life and they're headed out of the neighborhood.

"So, where are we headed?" She asks.

Stopping at their first red light, he looks over at her.

"You like to dance?" He asks. She nods, giggling a bit.

"Well, there's this nightclub called Limelight. I thought I'd do something fun and out of the ordinary for a first date. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me."

The light changes and he continues towards their destination.

Rod turns the radio on, cutting the comfortable silence. Pretty Brown Eyes plays through the speakers.

"They made this song for you, you know?" He flirts.

She laughs, folding one leg over the other.

"I could say the same thing about you," she flirts back.

He raises an eyebrow at her, while pulling into the semi-packed parking lot.

"Word?"

"Mmhm."

He chuckles before cutting the car off. Getting out, he rounds the car and helps her out, closing the door.

She smiles, flipping her hair to one side. His large hand grasps her smaller one, leading her towards the short line that eventually turned lengthy.

"Maybe... maybe not." She looks down at their hands and back up to his face. Confidence all in his smile.

She begins looking around, taking in her surroundings. She stares straight ahead, finally noticing the clubs appearance.

The entire building is railed with a neon light, same shade as her skirt. Black brick is the foundation, and the name is written in white calligraphy.

How cute.

"This club is usually, twenty-one and up," his lips being so close to her ear startles her, "but, on Fridays they lower it to eighteen, so you're good."

"How do you figure I'm not twenty-one?" She looks up at him, again.

"Wild guess. Plus, you have a baby face."

She shrugs. He's got a point.

"I could be, though."

He stares at her.

"Are you?"

"Nah," I play with the hem of my skirt, "a couple months and we'll be the same age."

"When?"

"June."

They move towards the bouncer, showing our IDs. Pulling the green rope back, they head inside and boy, is it loud.

She sighs, feeling a slight pang of anxiety kick in.

Rod lets her hand go and wraps a protective arm around her waist. They head towards the bar.

"Are you alright?"

He helps her into the stool, as she pushes her glasses back into her hair.

It'd be rude if they covered my eyes all night.

"Yeah, I'm just not used to loud environments. Other than my job, of course." She laughs, "screaming out coffee orders should prepare me for places like this."

He laughs along with me.

"I totally understand. I just wanna make sure you're having a good time, cause we can always go somewhere else—"

"No, no we don't have to leave. I love that you came up with this idea, it's so different and I appreciate it. I promise."

His hand rubs her knee.

"Did you wanna dance or you wanna chill here?" She looks towards the many alcoholic choices and smirks.

"Doesn't sound like they're playing anything worth dancing to at the moment, so we can stay here."

He grins.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Whiskey sour, please."

He orders our drinks.

She looks around for her clutch, realizing she left it in the car. She hops down and pulls at her skirt, which has rose slightly past her thighs.

"I'm gonna head towards the ladies room. I'll be right back."

"Alright." He nods.

She heads past him and turns the corner, pushing the teal door open and the scent of lilac hits her nose.

Girls litter the tiny space, either in the mirrors or standing around conversing.

She squeezes through and grabs a paper towel, wet it and blots her dry mouth.

I was gonna ask to either have him go get my clutch or hand me the keys and let me grab it, but I didn't wanna be extra.

"Hey," she looks towards her left and finds a blonde haired beauty; she's about five foot seven, slender with dark red stained lips.

"Yeah?" Stevie asks, tosses her wrinkled paper towel in the trash, giving her, her attention.

The girls' lips curl into a smirk. "You're here with that cute black guy, right?"

It takes everything in her to keep her eyes from rolling back. She nods, pursing her lips together.

"Are y'all dating? Cause, my friend thought he was really cute and she wanted to talk to him."

She scoffs at the audacity.

"Yeah, we are. Tell your friend to stay away from what's not hers."

She slides past her and makes her way back towards the bar.

She turns the corner and finds some girl near Rod. That must be the friend.

She walks over to him and sits on the other side, making her presence known.

He goes from staring straight ahead to looking at her, smiling. He slides her drink towards her, turning his body to face hers.

"There you are."

"I heard somebody was tryna snatch you up, while I was gone." She laughs, looking behind him, glaring at whoever she thought she was.

She huffs and storms off.

He starts laughing, watching her sip on her sour drink.

"You're something else. Let me find out there's a jealousy streak in you."

She downs the rest of it, smirking at him.

"Well, I wouldn't call it jealousy. These bitches don't hold a candle to me, and I hope you wouldn't go for a white girl, anyway! They're trouble."

He nods, hopefully taking in her words.

"You're right."

"I know!" She says matter-of-factly. He laughs.

"You like laughing at me. I know for a fact, that I'm not that damn funny."

"Oh, you're definitely that damn funny."

She waves him off, holding back a laugh of her own.

Lady by D'Angelo starts playing.

Without a word, Rod stands up and for a split second, she forgot how much taller he was than her.

He holds his hand out for her to take. "Will you dance with me?"

She nods, feeling those butterflies come back. He helps her down and leads her towards the floor.

They squeeze through, until the perfect spot is found.

Facing him and place her arms around his neck, while his hands rest on her waist. Her hips sway to the beat.

You're my little baby, my darling baby

I swear you're the talk of the town

And everybody wants to know what's going down

Babe, I know they've seen us before

He lip syncs, looking down at her. She chuckles, feeling like this song is perfect for what just took place.

His hands hang dangerously low on her hips, while his chin finds its way into the crook of her neck. She wraps her hands around his buff arms.

The drink she had earlier is starting to kick in, making her body feel incredibly warm, and him being so close and smelling so good makes her hotter.

"You feelin' alright?" He asks, sending a chill through her.

"Yeah," she gets out.

The song continues to play, but it sounds like background noise at this point. All she hears is thumping from the bass and her hormones are going crazy.

Pulling his face away from her neck, he stares down at her lips, knowing the thought is on both of their minds.

Throwing her nerves to the wind, she closes the small space between them, swearing she felt a spark as their lips touched.

She wasn't alone, either.

Pulling away, she stares at him, kinda unsure of what to say.

"Your lips taste good." He blurts out, making her smile.

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Walking her to her front door, she opens her clutch and pulls her keys out and turn towards him.

He smiles, pulling a strand of hair away from her face.

"I had fun, tonight."

"I did, too." She mirror his expression, unable to stop the little giggles that follow.

"Does this guarantee me a second date?"

"Maybe... maybe not." She tucks her lip between her teeth as he takes a step toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She leans in and kisses him, again.

The door opens behind her. She pulls away from Rod and look behind her, finding Tyler with her arms folded over her chest with a smirk on her face.

"So," he says, as she turns back towards him, "I'll call you, tomorrow?"

He nods, still smiling as he pulls away and heads down the steps, back to his car.

She turns back to face Tyler. She steps aside and Stevie walks in, closing the door behind them, sitting her keys and clutch on the counter.

"Well, I definitely don't have to ask how your date went." Tyler says with a laugh.

"You kinda ruined the moment, though." She rolls her eyes and drags herself upstairs, her friend in tow.

"Aw, come on. That had to at least be a second kiss. You looked too comfortable."

She chuckles and pulls her heels off, sitting them back in her closet.

"You should be a detective or something, Jesus."

She plops down on her bed and swings her feet back and forth.

"You like him?" Tyler asks, making her look up at her and raise an eyebrow.

"I mean, I'd hope so. I don't just kiss random guys on my doorstep. That's your job." She winks, while she pretends to be hurt.

"Ew, they're never random, bitch. Don't try these lips!"

Stevie waves her off.

"Anyway, y'all are kinda cute. I adore the way he looks at you."

"There's a way he looks at me?"

She nods, beginning to laugh.

"Girl! That man looks like he's in total heaven when he's around you. How do you not see that?"

She shrugs. "I don't know... I guess I've never paid it any attention. I don't know what any of this stuff means!"

"It's okay, you'll figure it out. I can see y'all being official, real soon."

"That'd be... something. We'd have to go on more dates and shit, but I don't see a problem with that."

Tyler grins like the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland.

"Girl, go away! I'm sleepy as hell," she tosses one of her pillows at her, smacking her right in the face.

She sticks her middle finger up at her, before leaving out, with her pillow still on the floor.

She eventually stands back up to grab it and pull her clothes off.

Tossing them in her hamper, grabbing an oversized T-shirt and pull it over her head. She grabs a hair tie from her dresser and pulls her hair into a messy bun.

She pulls the covers back and slides into bed, turning her lamp off and tv on. The background noise helps her fall asleep, which is eventually what she ends up doing.

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