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stay in the dark (a mileven fic)

hey there mileven readers, it’s me, ya girl savannah. the lovely @thecakegoesmeow requested Mike and Eleven hanging out in the cabin and Mike seeing El’s amazing curls for the first time. I hope it’s everything you wanted! (ao3 link) 

“What’s going on in there?” Chief Jim Hopper shouted, for the fifth time- and yes, he was counting. He stood outside the bathroom door, conveniently locked, knocking again. “Come on, kiddo it’s been like an hour.”

“20 minutes!” she yelled from behind the locked door.

Hopper looked around to show the empty room the confusion on his face. “What?” he shouted back.

“You said an hour!” he heard her yell again, “it’s only be twenty minutes.”

“It’s called an exaggeration, El. Wasn’t that your word of the day, what, like a week ago? I’d have thought you would have that one down, you sure seem to like ‘em.” he mused, laughing at his own joke. When the teenager behind the door didn’t respond, Hopper let out a sigh of exasperation. Guess it was still too early to start using Dad Jokes on her.  “Listen, he’s gonna be here any minute. You gonna stay in there the whole time he’s here?”

El’s reflection in the mirror frowned at her, and she untangled her goopy hands from her head. “Stupid hair,” she grumbled, her shoulders falling.

“What’d you say?” she heard her Hopper’s muffled voice ask. El’s forehead collided with the mirror as she let it drop, giving up altogether and letting her hands hang down by her sides.

“My hair.” El half whispered. Her eyes trained in on the the other girl in the mirror, her mind focused on the curls that stuck up way behind her head, willing them to obey and lay flat. They began to fall back in slow motion, El finally smiling. Stay, she prayed.

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anonymous asked:

hi!! can i request a daddy kink smut w namjoon and reader? she posts provocative selfies on her instagram while namjoon is on tour,and once he comes back from tour he punishes her for it. blasian reader please ❤❤ thank you!



“Namjoon- “Your shaky voice was cut off by a loud cry once the whip hit your flustered skin again. Your bound wrist twisting behind your back as you looked around in the darkness.

“What’s my name?” Namjoon asked harshly jerking your head back with his fingers threaded in your hair so tight you knew you would have a headache. Not answering him quickly enough you received a slap on the clit by the black riding crop that he had.

“Master! Or sir.” You whimpered out feeling your clit throb from the slight pain.

“And did master tell you that you could talk?” He asked playing the crop between your chest and the chair only to let his finger slide down and pinch your clit not letting it go.

“NO! NO NO I’M SO SORRY!” You cried out trying to move from him.

“Stay still!” Namjoon commanded his voice booming and you flinched pressing yourself against the chair as more tears fell from your eyes and soaked up the blindfold that was on your eyes. “You’ve been such a bad slut. I wasn’t even gone that long and this is how you act. It looks like you won’t be cumming at all tonight.” Namjoon growled pulling his fingers back from your clit only to grab at the crop and strike your clit again. Whimpering softly, you bit on your bottom lip to stifle your cries of protest not wanting to anger the male anymore. “Now. What did you do?” Namjoon asked you once again for what seemed the tenth time or so that night. His middle and ring finger plunging back into your wet pussy. He thrusted them fast and hard against your G-spot curving his fingers and making a come hither motion inside of you that had your bound legs shaking against the chair. Chin resting against the chair you tried to find your words in your muddied mind but all you could think about was how good it felt and this was the worst punishment ever. “You better fucking start talking or this pussy is going to be so sore you won’t be able to sleep any other way but on your back.” Namjoon threatened and you snapped out of it nodding your head.

“I- I posted provocative pictures on Instagram while you were away and that was very naughty.” You whined out squeezing around his fingers. Namjoon jerked your head back biting harshly on your shoulder blade causing a silent cry to fall from your lips.

“Did I tell you to squeeze around my fingers?” He questioned swirling his fingers inside of you and you shook your head as much as you could.

“No sir!” You cried brokenly feeling your body become weaker from his ministrations.

“Then why are you doing it?” He questioned pulling his fingers back, as much as you wanted to react you knew it would only be worse if you did.

“I’m sorry sir! I wasn’t thinking. It won’t happen again.”

“Good slut.” Namjoon let your hair go to slap you across your cheek moving to stand in front of you. His hands reaching forward to pull on your nipple clamps causing your body to make the faintest of trembles that you covered up because you knew he hated when you moved without permission. “Now, once again. Why did you do it?” Namjoon asked in his cold cryptic tone. You hated this side of him the most because despite his harsh treatment you were fucking dripping against the seat and this shouldn’t be happening.

“I didn’t think…” You searched for answers but you didn’t want to say the truth to him or he would punish you more.

You couldn’t believe you were in this position right now. It felt like you had been in this chair for over hours, your pussy felt sore already from minor slaps and touches. He picked you apart and ruined you bit by bit. Why? Because you were a bad girl that’s why. Namjoon had went on his wings tour and you were happy no doubt you were always so proud of the boys’ success but you were needy and you both had barely had time together. But you tried to bear it all for him. It started off innocent of course, one night when you were needy you went to Instagram posting a picture of yourself in a sports bra and shorts with the caption ‘missing daddy’. You were a natural beauty, you had a lot of followers based off your looks alone and then the others came to look at you for the amazing art work you did because you were an inspiring tattoo artist. And a lot of people replied of how they would take care of you and be your daddy or even mommy if you were into those kinds of things. It had made you feel wanted. Craved. And some part of you felt like you were being sneaky because Namjoon didn’t have an account. Or so you thought. You ended up posting more photos, first over the course of weeks and then every few days and every day. Shedding more and more clothing until you were showing a bare thigh or a full mirror photo of you with wet hair and a short towel around your body showing the full curves of your breast and your hips. Sometimes you showed pictures of you in lace panties or see through shirts that showed some of your nipples but not your full breast. And Namjoon, sneaking on his Instagram account that only his members knew he had, he saw everything you did. You didn’t even make your page private and that is how you got caught. No one suspected you and Namjoon to be dating so the comments didn’t piss him off that much because you said you had someone. But it was how you teased him, how you tried to talk down on the male while he was gone. Namjoon had been full of rage on stage. He couldn’t do anything to you and that pissed him off. He just wanted to fuck you in the most sinful ways that should be unspoken.  The fact that he couldn’t put you in your place but his cock throbbed every time he saw your photos it drove him up and down the walls. So, maybe yes, he did lie to you as if he had a flight delay due to weather. Why ruin the surprise? He even went so far as to pay off people who saw him and told them to keep the hush down even his loud mouth friends and managers. Once he got home you were completely oblivious to what was going on. Dancing around in your thigh high polka dot socks and pink tank top that belonged to him. Namjoon had packed a bag and he knew on the ride over there what he would due to you.

Watching you prance around and how your body moved he couldn’t help feel the same anger that slowly wound up in his system from your latest post of you in that outfit shirt lifted up by the inside of your thigh with the captions ‘daddy will be gone for one more night. Who wants princess to entertain them?’. Growling to himself and to your shocked figure that turned around way too late he pinned you down not saying too many words. You could sense his anger rolling off his body so you tried to fight him away but it didn’t work. He wrestled you on your stomach, dragging his bag beside him to place the blindfold on your eyes. Next, he started to undress you though you squirmed and tried to get away from him. He bound your wrist together behind your back. Letting you squirm on the floor he went to get the punishment chair from the corner of the closet pressing it down to the middle of the floor. He picked up your squirming body making you straddle the chair with the back facing you. He pressed your legs on either of the back legs of the chair binding them down as well. That was how your torture started.

The only words you are allowed to speak are sir, and no or yes besides explaining yourself when I ask a question.” Yeah, he was pissed but instead of you listening you were disobeying talking to him and telling him you didn’t know who he thought you were but to let you go and how you didn’t do anything. He didn’t talk back, moving to grab at some toys in the bag. Whipping you and playing with your wet pussy he made sure you got broken back in line. He had placed nipple clamps on your breast, hitting your skin with the riding crop he marked your light skin with bruises.

“Y/N.” Namjoon said your name and that was enough to make you jump out of your jumbled thoughts.

“No?..” You questioned not knowing what he had said and that was a wrong move on your part. Clicking his tongue Namjoon bent down grabbing at one of his favorite ruby red candle. He moved towards the bathroom shutting the door so that he could run the water and strike the match in order to surprise you. Letting the candle melt a bit he stayed in there for some time causing you to become nervous. Your tears were drying up against your skin and your breathing was becoming regular once again. Until the door opened.

Out came Namjoon with slow steps towards your body. He walked behind you trailing his finger down your spine slowly causing you to shudder and groan in pleasure. He grabbed at his belt from his black bag folding it and striking it across your ass cheeks. Yelping out you quickly stifled your cries once again drawing blood as you bit down on your bottom lip. “You know your safe word.” Namjoon reminded you. Though he was punishing you he didn’t want to break you to the point you were terrified of him or in extreme pain. He just wanted you to obey. You shook your head no telling him that you could handle what he gave to you. Namjoon chuckled it was one of the reasons he loved you, because you were able to handle anything he gave you. Licking down towards your ass crack he circled his tongue around your puckering star before he pulled back groaning at your taste. He tilted the candle against the top of your back pouring the wax on your skin. You bit your bruised lip harder to keep down the crying pain of the stinging from the hot wax on your skin. He poured it in a straight line letting it run down your back. And then going back over the lines he started to mark his name with the wax across your shoulder blades. He moved back walking around on your right side, pouring the wax onto your right thigh and then your left thigh. Once you were covered with wax, he blew out the candle sitting it down on the dresser.

He gripped at the whip rolling his neck flicking his wrist to crack the whip against your skin. He broke the hardened wax across your body causing you to become sticky and full of red whelps. He cracked the wax on your thighs dropping the whip onto the floor before he grabbed his belt standing behind you. “Count.” He commanded as he started to strike your ass cheeks one by one.

“One. Two. Three!” You cried out arching your back, your pussy was leaking and soaking out the chair under you because despite the pain shooting up your back you loved it. Namjoon kept it up spanking your ass until he reached twenty licks on each reddened cheek. He got on his knees kneading the warm skin. He bit into each of your cheeks spreading your ass wide with his large palms. Licking from your clit up to your ass he repeated that step twice. He moved to lick up and down your slit flicking your clit harshly. He moved to bite on your pussy lips gently. Instead of going for your pussy he went to your ass shoving his tongue into your tight asshole he moaned stretching you out. His tongue sliding in and out of your hole he tongue fucked your hole until it was wet and you were trying your hardest not to clench around his tongue. He pulled back rubbing your ass cheeks not praising you though he wanted to.

“Since you want to clench so much. I got something for you.” He moved to grab at two weighted balls watching you with hooded eyes. He had to pat his erection slowly trying to calm it down. He moved to crouch behind you, pressing one ball against your pussy he slid it inside of you slowly. Once it was inside of you he grabbed the other to press it against your asshole sliding it inside of you as well. “If you don’t clench around these they will fall out and I will punish you more.” He warned smirking as he bit the inside of your thigh.

He stepped back looking at your body all red and abused for him. It was such a beautiful sight. A canvas to paint after a long tour and he knew after this you wouldn’t be misbehaving for a while. He slowly stripping himself from his baggy skinny jeans and lose fitted V-neck dropping his boxers last. He moved in front of you petting your head he slapped his cock against your face rubbing it over your lips before his hand slapped your left cheek and his free hand gripped your hair. “Mouth open.” He commanded and you followed instructions opening your mouth for him. Namjoon gripped at his cock giving it a few pumps until his precum was oozing out. He let It press against your tongue and slid down your tongue into your throat and disappear. He moaned out sinfully dimples popping out as he gritted his teeth. Slowly he slid himself into your warm wet mouth moaning once again at how it felt to be in the space. He grabbed at your hair tighter rolling his hips forward slowly. Your tongue moved up and down his shaft and against every vein you could find. Your mouth being stretched out by his warm thick cock that was sliding up and down your wet tongue. He built up his speed every few thrusts until he was pounding into your mouth. He groaned looking at you, he pushed as hard as he could squeezing his ass cheeks to bury his cock into your throat. He slapped at your cheeks turning the skin red smiling down sadistically at you taunting you.

“My dirty little cum slut. My dirty little whore. Daddy’s fucktoy. Daddy’s dirty vixen. All mine. All fucking mine. Every ounce of you. This warm little mouth. That tight little pussy and asshole.” He looked down at you pinching your nose to cut off your air. He built up his speed slamming into your mouth balls hitting your chin. He could see the spit falling from your mouth and going down to your chest and your nipples. You were ruined and a slut and he needed you now. Namjoon kept pinching your nose pushing his hips forward he held himself down against the back of your throat. You struggled for oxygen and you felt your airway closing. Swallowing around him you choked lightly becoming light headed. He watched your body slowly go limp and he pulled out of your mouth letting your nose go. You gasped for the air sucking it in as your chest heaved for it. Namjoon bent down undoing your legs from the chair he picked up your body laying you on the bed. Moving to plug in your favorite vibrator he got onto the bed in between your limp legs pressing them down. “Sorry princess. No cumming.” He pushed your legs wider taking the weighted balls from your pussy and your ass but you had to relax and be still for him to reach deep and get them out.

You were dreading it already. Namjoon aligned his wet cock with your entrance pushing inside of you ever so slowly to get the feel of you once again. A soft moan left your lips as he felt you up and you could feel every inch of him inside of your tight pussy. He started to thrust into you with slow but harsh thrusts. Slapping his hips against yours with every snap. He gripped at your hips first, dragging you down onto his cock. He continued to snap his hips forward burying himself inside of you to the hilt feeling every ounce of your wet walls. He knew he was going to be close to cumming, just feeling you alone was enough to make him always loose his mind. Turning on your vibrator he pressed the messaging head against your clit looking down at your body as one hand kept a tight grip on your hips bruising the flesh.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked pounding harder into you.

“You!” You whimpered out.

“Who am I?” He asked winding himself into your pussy fucking you into the mattress pounding deeper into you.

“Daddy Namjoon! My master! Fuck my everything!” You cried out once again sobbing as the vibrator lulled against your clit causing your stomach to tighten up. It felt so good, your pussy hurt in a good way. Namjoon was fucking you thoroughly pushing against your spot your hips connecting as he got rougher. He leaned over you dragging the vibrator up and down your clit moaning as he watched your body quiver and your pussy tightened up against him. Namjoon was close to the edge but he knew if he came inside of you, it would tip you off and you would cum as well. Namjoon pulled out of you moving to your mouth opening it back up as the toy stayed against your clit and he took the vibrations higher.

“Daddy!” You cried out shaking as your orgasm got closer. Namjoon gripped onto his cock stroking it fast and hard over your mouth shooting thick white ropes of his cum on your face and into your mouth bucking his hips to ride out his orgasm.

“Swallow.” He commanded after he unloaded himself into your mouth pressing the vibrator harder against you and you nodded your head cleaning your lips and chin as best as you could swallowing the bitter cum. He moved back to turn off the vibrator watching you shake as you came down from your orgasm. You were sobbing against the sheets frustration and anguish welling through your body. Namjoon slowly untied you and took of the blindfold. He shut off the toy and put it beside the bed smiling down apologetically at you.

“I wish I could let you cum, but if I reward you then you will always be a bad girl when I’m away and people will always want what’s mine.” He said softly leaning down to kiss away your tears and then kissing your forehead. “Princesses that are bad don’t get cummies or kisses on the lips. Now, daddy is going to bathe you and clean up the room and tuck you in for the night while he sleeps on the couch. In the morning if you apologize correctly I’ll see what my tongue can do for you pretty pussy. Understood?” He asked softly rubbing your hips softly. And though you hated it you wanted to scream and cry you knew he would leave if you acted out more.

“Yes sir.” You said softly and he picked you up with a soft understanding smile carrying you into the bathroom.

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Chapter One: Awakening Son
Location: Clone Wars, Planet Unknown

A/N: Some of this was seen in a snippet previously posted, but after working on the story as a whole, some edits were made, and the chapter was written entirely.

“General Skywalker?  Sir?”

Luke jerked awake, the surface under him jerking, and then tipping over, dumping him onto a hard, uneven floor.  He leaned forward, rubbing his forehead as it started to throb.  Had Wedge taken him drinking last night?

“General, are you okay?”

“What?”  Luke turned, frowning, he was about to say that he wasn’t a General, but his actual surroundings came into focus and he couldn’t find the words.  He was in a tent, and there was a man standing just inside the front entrance, with short, light colored hair.  He also wore stormtrooper armor.  Luke went very still, not willing to let on that his heart rate had sky-rocketed and what sleep had been fogging his brain was now barely a memory.

“General Skywalker?  Sir?” The man said, “Are you okay?”

“I-,” Luke shook his head slightly, trying not to react to the armor and noticing that the man was not hostile, only concerned.  He also took in that the man had blue stripes on his armor, as well as something he thought was called a kama.  In the Force, he realized that the man was concerned about him, but he was also familiar with him.  This man that Luke could have sworn he’d never seen before knew who he was, a kind of recognition that Luke was used to seeing in Wedge and the Rogues, or even Han sometimes.  

“I don’t know.  What happened?”  Luke made himself ask.

“Besides you falling out of bed, sir?  You said you were fine yesterday, you weren’t even bleeding.”  Now the man looked almost terrified.

Luke untangled himself from the bed, then froze, staring at his hands. One of them was metal, a black and gold design that was aesthetically pleasing, but it was still a metal hand.

“Sir,” the stormtrooper said, bringing Luke back to the present.

“Sorry, I, sorry,” Luke said, finishing his fight with the covers and standing up.  “I need a few minutes, please.”

“Are you sure, sir?  I can get Kix.”

Luke hesitated, wanting to ask who, or what, ‘Kix’ was.  “Just, give me a moment, please.”

The stormtrooper hesitated, suddenly suspicious, but he nodded and stepped out of the tent a moment later.  Luke watched the flap slid shut, certain that he’d be meeting ‘Kix’ soon, whether he wanted to or not.

Glancing around, Luke saw a sink with a mirror over it.  He hurried over intending to splash water on his face, only to stop as he caught a glimpse in the mirror.  Dark blond hair with a lot more curl to it than Luke had ever had, blue eyes that were at least a little familiar, and a scar that ran from mid-forehead over his eye to his cheek.

It was not a face he knew, definitely not his own, but the stormtrooper had called him Skywalker.  General Skywalker, but still Skywalker.  Glancing at his body, noting the scars that littered his bare torso, he quickly turned, looking for clothes.

All he found were dark clothes that vaguely looked like what Ben had worn on Tatooine.  He’d never worn anything like them, but he recognized the shirt and pants, and hoped he could wing it about the rest of what looked like a uniform until he figured out what was going on.  He did find a lightsaber though.  It was in the mess of blankets he’d picked up after straightening up the cot.  Holding it in his flesh-hand, Luke couldn’t help but wonder what sort of person slept with a lightsaber.  It seemed a lot more dangerous than the vibroblades the commandos slept with, or the blasters that Wedge and Hobbie kept under their pillows.

“General, are you feeling any better?”

The storm trooper was back, but standing outside the tent this time. Luke put the lightsaber on the cot, and moved away from it.  Whatever was going on, he thought he should at least tell this person who knew his face.

“Not exactly, would you come in please?”  Luke called.

For a moment, he thought it was the same man, but then he realized that this man had darker hair, still short cut, with lightning bolts shaved into it, and a tattoo above his ear that read ‘The only good droid is a dead droid.’  His uniform also had blue, but he lacked the kama and shoulder armor the other man had worn.

“General Skywalker?”  The man said.

Luke closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. “So, there’s something wrong, and I don’t know how to explain it.”

“What do you mean, sir?”  The man said.

“Just, bear with me a moment.  When you say General Skywalker, who are you speaking of?  What is his first name?”

“General Anakin Skywalker,” the man said, “sir, are you having trouble remembering something?”

Luke held his hands out to the side, “I remember everything about my life in near perfect clarity.  There is only one problem here.”

“Sir?”  The man said.

“My name is Luke Skywalker.  This is not my face, and this is most definitely not where I fell asleep last night.  I don’t know who Anakin Skywalker is, although we might be related through my grandmother, Shmi Skywalker.  I swear, I don’t know what happened, and I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

The man frowned, but before he could say anything, the tent’s flap was yanked open and the man with the lighter hair and kama from earlier stormed inside, looking pissed but felt terrified.  Luke wondered if his name was so well known now that the stormtrooper had recognized it and was going to kill him or arrest him for it.  He didn’t want to hurt anyone, but he’d left the lightsaber there for a reason.

“Rex,” the second storm trooper said, both concerned and irritated.

“I was listening outside,” ‘Rex’ said eyes, and blaster now trained on Luke.

“So, does medical privacy not mean anything to you?”  The man snapped, irritated.

“It’s the General, or not as the case may be,” Rex replied, “Of course I was going to keep an eye on things, Kix.”

They didn’t recognize his name, Luke realized.  Whoever they were, wherever he was, they hadn’t heard of Luke Skywalker, the Rebel pilot who had killed Governor Tarkin, and whatever else had shown up on the wanted notice after that.

“Hey,” Luke said, catching their attention, “I’m sorry, I don’t, I don’t know what’s going on, or how this happened, or who you are.  I just want to solve this without causing any trouble for your General Skywalker.  Is there anyone you can think of who might be able to help?”

The two exchanged glances, and Rex sighed, “General Kenobi’s on the Negotiator, we can get him down here to figure this out.”

“Kenobi, do you mean Ben, no, Obi-Wan Kenobi?”  Luke asked, frowning.

“You know General Kenobi?”  Rex demanded.

Luke stepped back a bit at the intensity of the storm trooper’s demand, “I- kind of?  Not really, but, I knew of him.”  Rex looked at him and Luke felt very much like he did when one of the other Commanders caught him floundering over something they considered basic.  “When I was growing up on Tatooine, they called him Ben Kenobi, he was a wizard and a hermit who lived in the Jundland Wastes.  But, I don’t think we know the same Kenobi, because Ben died on the Death Star.”

“What Death Star?”  Rex asked.

Luke blinked, “The Empire’s big super weapon, it destroyed Alderaan? Even stormtroopers should have…”

“What are stormtroopers?”  Kix asked, then waved his hand, “Never mind.  Let’s get General Kenobi down here to speak with you.  Whatever’s going on, the General’s a Jedi, he can figure it out better than us.”

“We need to keep this quiet,” Rex said, “the men will panic if they think something’s really wrong with the General.”

“Medical emergency,” Kix said, “that hit yesterday was worse than we thought. We’re getting the General in because it’s General Skywalker, if you want to keep him in Medical OR take it easy, you get Kenobi to sit on him.”

Luke scratched his jaw a moment, “So, am I just going to stay in the tent?”

“That might be best,” Rex said, “although you might want to finish getting dressed.”

Luke ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck, “I don’t, I’ve never seen, uh, how?  There’s a lot of layers.”

“You’ve never seen a Jedi’s uniform?”  Kix said after a moment.

“The only Jedi I ever met was Ben,” Luke said quietly.  “The Empire… most of them died a long time ago, like my father.”

“I know we both have questions,” Kix said, “but we need General Kenobi fast.  Captain, would you be so kind?”

“Right,” Rex said, “I’ll be back with the General.”  He hesitated a moment, then left.

“So,” Luke said after a moment.

Kix smiled, “I’m the Chief Medical Officer, in a medical emergency I outrank everybody and our General suddenly claiming he’s a completely different person counts.  I don’t know if you’re our General and that hit to the head messed up something I couldn’t detect yesterday, or if what you’re saying is true.”

Luke nodded as he crossed his arms, then uncrossed them, “Are you, is there somewhere you need to be?”

“No,” Kix shook his head, “I’ve already seen to the evac of our worst wounded, and those that are left have orderlies to keep an eye on things.  Do you need anything, are you hungry?”

Luke considered, then shook his head, “Not at the moment, I, uh, I hit my head yesterday too.  I was, well, I was trying to follow a lightsaber exercise Ben taught me before-,” he paused, swallowed, “before he died.  I kind of fell down half a flight of stairs. I wasn’t feeling well, so they were keeping me in medical overnight.”

Kix nodded, “Would you consider trying to eat?  General Skywalker has a habit of not eating when he should, and I know those bugs he eats can supplement what our food, but he’s lost some weight he shouldn’t have.”

“Bugs?”  Luke said, “I thought, they said, weren’t Jedi raised at the Temple?”

“Not the General, he grew up on Tatooine,” Kix said.

“Oh,” Luke said, he shrugged, “we didn’t have to resort to bugs often, not after I was old enough to pull in my share, but that’s not unusual.”

“How about we just try for some bread, and maybe soup,” Kix said after a moment.  “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Part Two

Please be rough with me - Steve Rogers smut

Originally posted by lolawinchesterr

Paring: Dom!Steve Rogers x Reader

Words; 1833

Rating: 18+ (smut, unprotected sex, spanking, oral female receiving) 


Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a Steve Rogers x reader drabble were he’s a Dom but hesitant to tell the reader until one night he snaps? (But in a good way!) And it leads to smutty smut goodness!!!!

I hope this is what you wanted. It was my first time writing something like this and I loved to write it. I will try to write something like this again. Maybe even a part 2 for this if that is what people want. 

Requests are open!

‘Why don’t you ever let yourself go when we have sex?’ Y/N asks when she and Steve are in bed. ‘What?’ Steve asks. He knows exactly what she means but pretends to be stupid. There is no way in hell that he can tell her that he wants to dominate her. She is a strong and independent woman. He knows that she will never agree with it and run for the hills screaming.

‘You know what I mean, Steve’ Y/N says. ‘You are always holding back. It is annoying. I won’t break. I may like having you call me doll but I am not one’ she says. She is almost yelling at him right now. ‘You don’t know what you are asking of me’ he yells at her. He is getting out of bed and just stares at her. She needs to stop pushing him so hard or she will get what she is asking for and it won’t be pretty.

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Title: Acceptance

Imagine: John finding out that you’re bisexual.

Request: Saw that your requests are open? Could you do one where the reader is sam and deans lil sister (like 16) and is secretly bi, and john figures it out and she’s scared he won’t accept it but he does and super fluff???? Sorry that was so specific

Pairing: John x daughter!reader. Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.

Warnings: None.

Note: Forgive me if John’s character is a little off. Everyone is still in school, in the fic!

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by jensennackels

Originally posted by thewinchesterdaily

“So did you finish the project?” You asked Sam. He sat beside you on the bench. Both you two and Dean were currently waiting to be picked up.

“Yeah. I finished mine yesterday,” Sam went on to tell you on what he did, but you zoned out. You were watching Dean and the girl he was with. Dean would do what he does with all girls, then you all would be gone within the week.

That girl he was with, she had a younger sister in the same grade as you and you liked her. Liking both guys and girls made life a little difficult. Others normally tend to overlook people like you. You’d never tell anyone. Who knows what they’d say? Especially your dad…

“Y/N, are you there?” Sam waved a hand in front of you, pulling you out of your daze. You looked back towards him.

“Yeah,” You shook your head slightly. Sam pointed towards the road and you saw the familiar vehicle pull up. “Great.”

You and Sam headed for the car, with Dean not far behind. You all knew not to keep him waiting. You slid into the back with Sam.

“Everything good? No fights today, right?” John spoke up. He stopped to look at each one of you. There had been a lot of fights lately, mostly between Dean and others, but occasionally, Sam or you would get into a fight.

“No, sir,” Dean shook his head, staring straight ahead at the road. John looked to Sam.

“No, sir,” Sam copied Dean, then they both looked towards you.

“What about you?” John spoke, but you were looking out the back window, staring at her. She was out talking to her sister and you couldn’t help but stare. John followed your eyes. He titled his head ever so slightly, but then resumed. “Y/N!”

“Oh. N-no, sir,” You jumped slightly. Forcing your eyes away and turning back to your father. He rose one eyebrow slightly, but then turned back around and headed for the motel. Your eyes cascaded downward and you stared at your lap.

You felt Sam put his hand on yours and you looked towards him. He gave you a small nod. He always made sure you were okay after a talk with dad. You gave a small smile back and looked foward, awaiting the arrival back at the motel.

“And that’s how it’s done,“ Sam threw the pencil down and leaned back into the chair.

“Oh. Why didn’t the teacher just explain that way, then?” You titled your head, looking at your older brother.

“They just do what they think is the easiest,” Sam told you. You sighed.

“Why is school so confusing?” You grumbled, head hitting the table.

“Well-” Sam began.

“Sam,” John spoke.

“Yes sir?” Sam looked around to his father, you doing the same. A worried expression filled your face. Both he and Dean had just got back from a hunt, and now he was wanting Sam.

“Go stand out there with Dean,” John commanded.

“Can I just fin-”

“Now, boy!”

Sam exited the room without another word. This only left you and John. You watched, through the window, as Sam headed towards the impala, where Dean was leaning against the side of it. You heard John clear his throat.

“So, Y/N, when I picked all of you up a couple days ago,” he started, “I noticed that you were looking at someone.”

You didn’t say anything, but you felt your heart rate speed up. You didn’t dare look away, in fear of why he might do. Dean always told you to keep your head held high and don’t break eye contact.

“You like her, don’t you?” He questioned you. There was no backing out now. You didn’t know what you expected, for the great John Winchester not to find out?

“Y-yes… sir,” Your eyes went downward. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t lie to him.

“Hey, hey! Look at me,” His voice was strict, but soft. You slowly tilted your head up at him. “I’m not upset.”


“I’m not upset,” John sat down in the chair Sam was in, “I’ve seen that look in your eyes before. And as long as they treat you right, then we’re good.” John gave a small smile at you.

“T-thank you,” You smiled. You still couldn’t believe it.

“Just make sure I don’t have to send your brothers to go beat someone up.”

Tagging: @caroldanversinatardis @tom-is-in-my-tardis @jessicarossouw @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @evyiione @brooklynnewsie1899 @saveprettydays

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, RAPE ATTEMPT (not too much explicit!)

Summary: You? an average civilian pretty content with your average life. Him? A super soldier who must keep you away from Hydra’s tentacles with the only rule that you can’t never know about his existence, neither his team. But why is a world knowed evil organization after you? Would he break the only rule when your life gets threatened by a not-Hydra related danger? 

A/N: OKAY! My fault, I’m sorry, but protective!Bucky gives me life. There will be reader’s POV and Bucky’s POV, separated by lines. 

Tags: @fashun–deevah  @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @marvel-fanfiction (if someone wants to be tagged or untagged please let me know) :)


You love summer days.

All shinny and warm. The only drawback is that you have to work, but well, you can’t have it all, do you? 

Stretching your arms you turn on your chair to face the big window of your office, from where you are you can see the big buildings that surround your work place. Under your window, people walk and laugh living their own lifes and you smile melancholic when you spot a couple kissing in a bench, lucky bastards.

- (Y/N)! - you jump in your ergonomic chair when the voice of your boss tears you apart from your daydream.

- Y-yeah sir? - you stutter

- If you have enough time as to look by your window maybe you don’t have that much work as to be receiving a salary! - he yells at you

- N-No sir, I do have work, sorry sir! - you get back to work hurriedly under the intense gaze of your boss. Richard, the asshole of the building, who hates you since you declined having “a drink” with him. You don’t have any intention to have anything with that pig, like, never.

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ivy-raven  asked:

So, a prompt! First, do you write for IronPanther and StarkQuill pairings? If yes, I might be back with more prompts for them, but I'd really like Stuckony where HYDRA sent the WS to kill Tony before launching Project Insight, so he can't somehow stop it at the last minute, as heroes are wont to do. He's sent UC in SI, because that's the only way to get close, but Tony, exhausted, trips and twists his ankle in front of him and dozens of witnesses, so he can't kill him yet. (1/2)

He’s forced to pick him up and take him to the med bay, being the security guard and visualy strongest. But he’s desperatly touch starved, and really like touching/carrying Tony, and he smelled so good and was really nice to him, so he decides Tony must absolutely never die and tells him everything, declaring himself his new bodyguard. Steve/Tony is established, and both are aware of Bucky’s feelings for Tony (before and after regaining memories) so they invite him into their relationship. 2/3

And Bucky is super confused, like, punk, we’re already in a relationship?? Keep up? And picks Tony up and takes his two fellas on a date! - ok, that was super long and detailed, sorry about that! I can just imagine it and it’s so cute! You don’t have to include all the elements, I realize it’s a lot, I just really need touch-starved Bucky imprining on Tony and the ‘we’re already dating, punk’ scene! Thanks so much! (3/3)

Haha, this is adorable! How sweet. :) I do not write StarkQuill. In fact I’ve never even seen Guardians of the Galaxy! I should get on that, haha. I can write IronPanther though. I hope this lives up to your expectations! Keep an eye out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.

The Asset had barely even touched his gun when the Mark tripped and went down in a flail of limbs and loose papers. He had to fight a sigh. Some might think the clumsy marks would be easier to kill, because it could be made to look like an accident, but actually it was much harder—they were more likely to accidentally dodge attempts on their lives.

The Mark sat up, looking shocked. “Ow.”

“Sir?” one of the secretaries called, standing from her desk. “Mr. Stark, are you okay?”

“I think so?” The Mark pressed his palms to his eyes, letting out a sigh that betrayed deep exhaustion. “Yeah.” He took her hands when she offered them to him and pulled himself up, letting out a little noise of pain as he finally stood. “Ow!”

The secretary began patting him down, concerned. “What? What’s wrong?”

The Mark batted her hands away. “I’m fine, Ms. Carmichael. Just a twisted ankle.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I have jumin fiction where MC is covering for jaehee and he fells for her ?!


“Ah, you must be the cover for Jaehee, nice to meet you in person” he said incredibly formal, offering me his hand.

I gently took it and kept a straight face. Jaehee had told me how stern and cold this guy could be, so I had to be the upmost professional I could be.

“Pleasure to meet you too sir, I do believe you have my work number and e-mail address?” I asked, removing my hand from his.

“I do, all in my system, you start immediately yes?” he returned my question with his own.

“Of course, hence why I’m here sir” I explained, readying myself for the onslaught Jaehee had warned me about.

My best friend, Jaehee Kang, was Jumin Han’s assistant, but due to unforeseen circumstances, Jaehee had to leave for a week. Problem was, Jumin needed an assistant and couldn’t just give Jaehee a week off. Hence why I’m here. I’ve done intense assistant work before and I was asked in as a favour, well, a paid favour but still. I was sure I could cope a week with Jumin Han, even with the warnings I was given. It was just a week, what could happen?

Day 1.

He immediately put me to work, arranging meetings, making sure he was on time for everything with run downs of each one, not forgetting to give him the paperwork he needed. I believe I coped well, but there was no praise from Mr Han. I was new to this building and this man, surely he would give a little bit of praise? Nope. This was clearly a place where you just got on with your job, and if you were doing something wrong you were told, but nothing else.

I was so used to people praising my work, making sure I was on the right track, here, I felt like I was fumbling my way in a dark tunnel. If I kept walking I was doing fine, but I didn’t know where I was going. It was none stop too, if Mr Han was in a meeting, I was doing something else if not in there with him. Throughout the whole day I got a 15 minute break to have something to eat. How did Jaehee cope with this? This was incredibly unfair treatment. However, I couldn’t make Jaehee look bad in her recommendation of me, so I knuckled down and just got on with it. Six days to go.

Day 2.

I was working a lot closer with Mr Han the next day. Helping him write up some reports and future plans. To be honest, working with him like this made me realise how much of a hard worker he was. I only got a 15 minute break the day before, and yet, I didn’t see him take any. I only ever saw him grinding away at his computer or phone or even talking with his colleagues, I had my suspicions that he had eaten while on the move.

While we sat in his office, writing up a report, I noticed that his desk lacked photos. My previous bosses had photos of their families, friends, pets, this guy? Nothing. Except one photo of a beautiful, snow white cat. Was this guy single? There was no wedding ring. A big CEO like him not married at this age? I couldn’t contain the surprise on my face.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, catching me staring at the picture of the cat.

“Ah, no I was just admiring the cat, they yours?” I asked, nonchalantly, shaking the surprise from my mind.

“Yes, her name is Elizabeth the 3rd” he said quite proudly.

“She’s beautiful” I said truthfully. She was. Her fur looked well-groomed and she looked truly happy in the photo.

“Thank you” he said. And, was that a smile? That was the first smile I saw since meeting him. Strange man, but a man I kinda wanted to get to know more.

Day 3.

Today’s tasks consisted mainly of just me in my little office organising meetings more than working with Mr Han, which saddened me ever so slightly. I know the day before was a little bit stressful, desperate to get reports done and such, but seeing that stoic man smile so casually about a cat…I wanted to make him do that again.

When the clock turned 1pm I decided I would allow myself a break now, and since I was more on my own that day I knew I could give myself a little longer to eat. Bringing my sandwich out, I realised I hadn’t brought a drink. Damn it. I brought my purse out, grabbing some money then heading to the vending machines down the corridor.

Just as I left my office I bumped straight into Mr Han.

“Sorry sir, is there something you need me to do?” I apologised.

“…were you on your lunch?” he asked. Strange question.

“I was, yes, just started now, I was just going to grab a drink” I said “but if there’s something that needs to be done my lunch can wait”

“No, not particularly, I was hoping to catch you on your lunch” he said. He was acting rather strange, stranger than usual, nervous? No. Jumin Han never got nervous, he lived and breathed confidence, that’s what Jaehee had told me. But, why was he shifting on his feet like that?

“You were?” I asked.

“You said Elizabeth the 3rd was beautiful, I thought you might like to see some more photos of her” he said eventually. Ha, he wanted to show me more photos of his cat? I didn’t mind.

“Sure, why don’t you join me for lunch? Then you can show me the photos at more ease” I suggested.

Jaehee had said this guy was stoic, not approachable and overall, extremely professional. At this point, I disagreed with her, Jumin Han the CEO was yes, but Jumin Han the person? He just loved his cat.

Day 6.

The week had just flown by, I only had one day left with Jumin and I knew I was going to miss these stress filled days. Today had been no different, we worked hard, we had lunch together, he shared more photos and stories of Elizabeth the 3rd, he even laughed slightly at some of the things I said. I felt like he was opening up. I enjoyed his company, during work and during our lunch breaks.

At the end of the day, the clock read almost 11pm which had been the usual finishing time for me during this week, I grabbed my things, sending off one last email to Jumin before heading out. That’s when my phone rang.

“Mr Han?” I answered.

“Are you able to come up to my penthouse?” he asked.

His penthouse? I’d heard from Jaehee that sometimes he did ask her to go up there, but since I was only temporary I didn’t think that could apply to me.

“Erm, yes I can, I’ve only just left the building” I explained, turning back.

“Perfect, thank you” he said, hanging up.

It didn’t take me long to get up there, and naturally, I was impressed at the grandeur of it all. As soon as Jumin opened the door I was greeted by him and the infamous Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms.

“Thank you, it’s to do with the email you sent just now” he explained, ushering me in, closing the door behind me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as the cat dropped from his arms.

“You’re missing part of the attachment, take a look” he said, showing me his laptop.

Seriously, does this guy ever stop working? Just relax? Clearly not. When I saw the screen, though, I did panic a little.

“What the hell? It’s all gone encrypted!” I said, covering my mouth immediately “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure we can fix this before the morning” he said, showing me that rare smile of his.

Day 7.

What was time? What was sleep? What was anything? We had been up almost the entire night trying to fix the email. I had even gone down to my office to resend it, but something had hacked into my computer so it wasn’t retrievable. We had to start from scratch, which took forever. But, finally, at 9am, just before Jumin’s meeting for this report, we had fixed it.

He didn’t look tired at all, how he managed to do that I would never know. Being the gentleman he was though, he did say to me I could take a nap on his sofa and shower if I wished before coming back down for my final day. I accepted. I needed it.

When the day finally came to an end and Jaehee came to meet me in our office, I did feel a tad relieved, and yet also a little sad. I wasn’t going to see Jumin again, it was all up to Jaehee now. Of course it was, I was just a stand in. Nothing special. I quickly gathered my things after giving Jaehee the run down and left the building.

Almost as soon as I sat down on my sofa at home, my phone beeped at me. A text…from Jumin? What the heck? I sat up and opened the message.

“Thank you for being my assistant, I deeply appreciate it, you were a hard worker” it said and I smiled, replying quickly.

“No, thank you for being a good boss, say hi to Elizabeth for me, I hope we can work together again in the future” I typed, not expecting a reply. And yet, I got one anyway.

“I don’t think so” I got back, making my heart sink. What did he mean? Was all that just an act? But my phone beeped again before I could spiral.

“I’d much prefer to see you again in a non-professional way, would you like dinner soon?”

I quickly replied, allowed the grin spread on my face like I was a teenager again.

“I’d like that very much, Mr Han”

“Please, call me Jumin”

Entitled regulars are the worst

I used to work at a coffee/donut chain where most of our customers were regulars that we’d see sometimes more than once a day. I did a pretty good job at knowing people’s exact orders, but usually I let them just tell me anyway unless I really liked them.


This one guy, we’ll call him S, comes in about once a week. And every time he comes in (usually through the drive-through), this is what happens:

Me: “Welcome to ___, what can I get for you?”

S: “Hey, uh…it’s S”

Me: “Hello, what would you like?”

S: “I’ll just tell you at the window, ok?”

Me: “Uhhh…..” as S pulls around to the window…

Me: “What can I get for you?…….”

S: “Oh…do you not know my order?”

Me: “NOPE.” OF COURSE I DON’T because you didn’t tell me and I can’t remember everyone’s freaking orders ESPECIALLY when they’re as high maintenance as I vaguely remember yours being.

Me: “What is it that you’d like?”

S: “Oh…I don’t actually know what it is…”

YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOUR OWN FREAKING USUAL ORDER IS?!?!?! What am I supposed to do about that??

S: “Here, maybe this will help…” he says as he shoves his phone in my face.

I look at the phone and on it he has a PICTURE of a HANDWRITTEN NOTE made by one of my coworkers explaining what the drink is.


So I ring it in and tell him his total. Easy enough.

S: “No, that price isn’t right.”

Me: “Uh, Yes sir, it’s this price with the extra espresso”

S: “No, they always give them to us as refills for $1.30”

Me: “Um….we’ll whoever ‘they’ is, they’re not supposed to do that. We only allow refills for regular coffee and tea”

S: “BUT…”

Me: (not wanting to argue since he’s holding up the line) “Fine, I’ll do it for you, can I just have your cup for the refill?”

S: “Oh we left them at home today”

IT’S NOT A REFILL THEN, IS IT???… So I give this guy freaking $1.30 lattes with extra espresso in our own cups and I so badly want to run into him in the wild just so I can ASK HIM WHAT HIS FUCKING PROBLEM IS. =_=

Your Savior - 15

Hey all! Thanks again for stopping by! I’m loving all of the reviews, seriously, keep them coming! I did also have a couple of questions messaged in and I enjoyed those too! I hope I was able to answer them satisfactorily and keep you coming back for more! And in general, I’m sorry that chapters are posted so late, I work and have kids, so night is the only time I get to write!

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Chapter 15

Link to Chapter 14

Warnings: Swearing, Negan being Negan

“Please don’t kill her. Don’t kill Karen.”

Negan’s face was contorted with rage, rendering him silent for a matter of seconds before he finally managed to spit out, “And why the hell not? No, Y/N,” he interrupted you as you opened your mouth to answer him. “I want you to think long and hard before you fucking answer me. Give me one good goddamn reason to not bash her useless fat head in with my girl Lucille. Just one! She attacked you! Tried to kill you! While you were naked, defenseless, and alone proving what a goddamn coward she is!”  

“I remember Negan, I was there when it happened.” You answered coolly.

He leaned in close to you, whispering in your face dangerously. “Now is not the fucking time for your attitude! I am so not in the mood!”

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Sentinel Wars(3/?)

Thanks to all the lovely people who left comments and asked me about this little plot bunny…  I have written more.

On AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3:


Rex sticks close to Kenobi for the rest of that first duty shift. (And the following shift as well, because apparently Kenobi is a crazy person who works through his down-time and probably never sleeps. Now Rex knows where Commander Skywalker gets his bad habits from.)

Those twelve hours are the worst control Rex has ever had over his senses since he first manifested as a Sentinel. It takes every ounce of his self-control not to get lost in his head. All of his senses are clamoring for his attention, constantly focusing in on Kenobi’s scent, his voice and his breathing and the blood rushing in his veins, the shine of his eyes and the pale-on-pale tracery of scars on his hands. Barely an hour since he synced to Kenobi and Rex finds himself fighting the urge to tuck his nose under the fall of copper hair at the back of the Jedi’s neck and lick-

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This Was A Mistake

This story is a follow up to This.  Here you go @whatfallsaway

@fictober @today-in-fic

  “Are you kidding me?!!”  Your voice echoes through the basement office.  Mulder and Scully’s heads snap around to face you, both of them wearing the expression of a deer in headlights.

  You immediately regret your decision to surprise them, it has led to you standing here eyes locked on each other, the two Agents frozen, Scully’s hand still resting over Mulder’s manhood.  This was a mistake you think, a huge fucking mistake because now you’re gonna have to talk about it.

  Scully is the first to come to her senses, pushing Mulder off her, stumbling over the trashcan as she walks toward you.

  “This isn’t what it looks like Sir.  We were just…”

  “Really Agent Scully?  I imagine this is what it looked like last night and this morning.”  Why in gods name did you just say that?  Mulder chuckles as Scully’s face goes crimson with embarrassment.  “I just mean… wait… what am I doing, I’m in charge here!”

  The two Agents exchange a pained glance, you take a deep breath attempting to steady your focus.

  “Listen I’d like to say I’m shocked by what I just walked in on, but I’m really not.  You two just need to keep it out of the office.”

  “Yes Sir.”  They both mutter in unison. 

  Scully takes a tentative step toward you.

  “Sir if I could just explain…”

  “The only thing I want you two to explain is how anyone, especially a Federal Agent, can do four thousand dollars worth of damage to a minivan while it’s parked!!!”

  Mulder steps forward readying his story.

  “Well see, what had happened was…”

  As Mulder rambles on you become fully aware that this whole conversation was a huge mistake.

anonymous asked:

I loved the scenario with Aizawa bringing his daughter to school. Can I request the same scenario with Mic who he brings his daughter who just learning how to learn her quirk? (Same quirk as her dad)


Hizashi nodded while plugging his ears. “Let’s play a game.”


“If you stay silent in school I’ll buy you ice cream.”

Suddenly the kid’s happy expression turned sad and she was about to cry. “I’M SORRY!”

Hizashi waved his hands in front of her in panic. “You don’t have to feel sorry for anything.” She could barely control her quirk while speaking and if she started crying, then the whole school would understand that they were standing at the front gate.


This was a painfully long sentence. “No. Not at all. What I meant was that students shouldn’t talk during classes and this will be a little practice before you enter school. Are ready to do it or it’s too hard for you?”

“I’M READY!” She exclaimed feeling happy again.

“OK then! Our first contestant is ready. The game will start once you go under the gate and will continue until you exit through the gate. The winner gets free ice cream. With this said let the game BEGIN!” Both of them headed for the school. Hizashi looked at his daughter and she was so concentrated. He laughed to himself. She was taking this so seriously. When they entered the school Hizashi noticed Aizawa right away.

“Hey buddy what’s shakin!”

Aizawa nodded for hello and headed towards Hizashi’s direction. “Is this your daughter?” Aizawa looked at the girl.

“Yes she is!” Her appearance was the same as his but Aizawa couldn’t forget the fact that she inherited Hizashi’s quirk because he bragged about it for a whole year. Aizawa imagined her more lively and noisy but the kid was so silent. He actually took a liking to her. Maybe she didn’t want to be like her father.

“It was nice meeting her but I have classes.”

“So do I. See you later.” Aizawa waved for goodbye and the two of them headed towards where their first classes were.


By the end of the day she was doing quite well and Hizashi had only one more class left. He entered the room of class 1A with his usual wide grin.

“Hello everybody! We have a special guest joining us today. This here is my daughter.”

All the girls in the class moved in their seats with a little sparkle in their eyes. Mina even got up to look at her better and couldn’t hold back her excitement.

“She’s so cute!”

“That’s thanks to my good looks.” Hizashi pointed at himself but the stuents didn’t seem to care. All of them were staring into his daughter and suddenly the quiet room became so noisy. He told his daughter that students were supposed to be quiet but those weren’t doing their job right. “That’s enough! I have new grammar to teach you so you need to pay attention.” They shut up immediately and some of them had worried faces upon hearing about the new grammar. He started writing on the board while explaining but some of the kids made a struggled face and Kirishima even looked scared. In his attempt to make sure that all of them understood the new grammar he failed to notice how his daughter’s face turned all red and her body became really tense.

Iida raised his hand. “Excuse me sir but your daughter doesn’t look alright. Maybe you should take her to the nurse’s office.”

Iida was right. She didn’t look well at all so Hizashi tried asking her what’s wrong. “Hey are feeling alright?” She didn’t say a word. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong.” She didn’t answer him again. Was it because of the game? “Congratulations! You just won the game. Now you can speak.” She shook her head. “I can’t buy you ice cream if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” She was almost ready to speak but it seemed like Hizashi wasn’t offering enough. “I’ll add chocolate to the ice cream.”

“I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM.” The whole class felt like their eardrums just burst and Jirou was almost sure that her ears were bleeding again.

“What the hell was that!?” Bakugou just couldn’t hold his tongue.

“She’s still having a hard time controlling her quirk but she almost got the hang of it.”

“Almost my ass!” Bakugou was pissed as hell and was about to say something more but then the little girl started crying and this time everyone thought for sure that their whole head was about to bust. Hizashi approached his daughter and tried to calm her down.

“I knew I was going to get in the way because I still can’t use it. I’m sorry.”

Hizashi’s eyes widened and he looked at his child shocked. Suddenly he picked her up and his smile was bigger than ever before. “You just controlled it! You know how to use it! You know what? I’ll buy you tons of ice cream today.” She smiled as well.


Hizashi squinted his eyes and turned his head slightly. Maybe it was too early to celebrate.

Starkquill prompt

New prompt / Mantis touching Tony and everybody see how he feels / like always english is not my first langage so be cool and send me a PM if you see some mistakes I need to correct ! :)

When the guardians where finally on earth for Peter - he wanted to see the planet he left years ago - they got the surprise to see a team called the Avengers. Those guys jumped on them right know and after some talk, they learned that this heroes already got a visit from some “aliens” and were scared to see them coming here with bad thoughts in mind.

Finally, a man named Fury allowed them to stay for a while here, in Tony’s giant tower.

When they met Tony for the first time without his armor, Peter asked Mantis to never touch him. He looked so sad, so tired of his life, and the leader of the guardians knew this Stark guy was going to be really mad if someone saw his broken soul.

Now, they were in the Stark tower for two months and things were going pretty well. Tony was actually very sweet with them, and Peter used to think he was a little more happy too. The hero loved working on some tech stuff with Rocket - nobody could understand them when they were talking about this. He was kinda scared of Gamora at first - it seems like she makes him think to someone else - but it was really better now, and he hanged out with her sometimes. They especially liked to make fun of Peter.

With Drax, it was kinda funny to see Tony using metaphors and the guy being totally lost about this.

Tony is also the only one with Rocket who is able to understand Groot - and looking at this three laughing makes Peter’s heart melt of joy. In this two months, he developed sort of a big crush on the genius. He always loved to flirt but with Tony it was really different - he knew the guy was sad, broken and he didn’t want to hurt him anymore with his stupid feelings. So he didn’t say anything and continue to enjoy Tony’s presence - even if sometimes he can’t help himself but flirt a little.

Stark talked about the team Cap to them - and if the guardians didn’t say a word, they were really mad to learn how those guys acted with their new friend. He was really sweet with them and didn’t deserve all this hate.

This day, Tony was in the kitchen with Groot, playing with some strange toys and little robots. The playboy was laughing softly, a shy smile on his face when he noticed Peter.

“Hey, ” Iron man said.

“Hey Starlight,” the leader of the guardians answered with a big smile, really happy to see his friend turning red.

“Stop this” Tony laughed.

Obviously he didn’t trust him about the flirt. He was to used to this, to all the lies. But it wasn’t enough to stop Peter - he was decided to show him his support, and his love.

“I am serious, you look cute when you play with Groot”.

Tony wanted to say something but Friday said suddenly :

“Sir, we got a call from director Fury”.

Stark’s face frowned at this and answered :

“And what ?”

“We have to talk about the Accords now, Stark” the voice of the director said without a hello.

He sounded already annoyed by all of this.

“I thought all of this was done” Peter mumbled.

“What do you want?” Tony added.

“Captain Rogers finally decided to talk about the Accords and make a deal with us”, Fury explained.

A sarcastic laugh left Tony’s lips and he shook his head.

“We’re going to meet each other, then…”

Peter hated how tired he looked at this words, and when the director ended the call, he can’t help but take Tony’s hands in his and say :

“We’re going to stay here with you. We will protect you.”

The genius smiled a little - he was scared, terrified, but the guardians were here. It was going to be ok, right ?


“Stark,” the voice of Steve was rough, and sounded a bit mad, and Peter feels his anger growing when he saw how scared Tony was. But the guy fixed Cap with some pride on his face, a sarcastic smile on his lips, like everything’s ok - but it wasn’t, Star Lord knew it.

“Yo, Capt'ain. You look bad, actually. If you can’t afford a razor, maybe I can help you,” Tony said with the worst smile on his face.

Steve looked kinda mad at this - he hadn’t touched his beard since weeks, it was true, but he had some other things in head.

“Im not going to say anything…” Rogers groaned. “So, about the Accords…”

“I don’t think Tony is going to accept any concessions”.

Steve turned his face to Peter and said :

“I don’t know who you are, but I don’t think its your problem. Its between Tony and me.”

“Since Tony is our friend, its actually our problem too.”

“And who the fuck are you?!”

“The guardians of the galaxy. I think the name say it all, you know.”

Steve laughed in front of all of them, and even Fury didn’t know how to act about this. He turned his face to the rest of his team - Natasha was too busy watching Gamora with a dead glare, but the others looked really amused.

“If you say so” he finally said.

“What is so funny about this ?!” Rocket claimed, a paw on one of his guns.

“We don’t need you and these things you call “friends” here. The Avengers are already here.“

Peter wanted to kill him.

“Are you deaf ?! I said "of the galaxy”. You know, there’s other people in the universe than you and your little team, and we protect all of them.“

"It doesn’t matter. I have to talk with Tony face to face.”

To be honest, Peter didn’t know how to act when Tony said yes and left the room with the guy. It seems like it was just a bad idea.

The team Cap was in the tower for two months now, because they found a deal for the Accords, and cohabitation was kinda difficult between them. The Guardians and the Avengers worked together, but the only thing who keep them without falling appart was probably Tony. He tried is best for everyone to be happy - even if he looked himself so sad everyday.

They just finished a mission right know and they were going home. Tony left his suit in the tower and reached for the couch, curled on it with a sweet blanket. Peter smiled at this, especially when Groot and Rocket joined him without a word.

The raccoon hated how people acted with him sometimes, like he was only a stupid animal but it was different with Tony - he loved cuddling with the superhero in front of the TV, forgetting who he was and happy to feel all the love coming from the genius. Peter wanted to act the same with Tony, but, well…

“Stark, I think you forget we have a meeting about the mission.” Steve said when he enters in the room.

“Im too tired. We can do it tomorrow…”

“You’re annoying. Do your fucking job, Stark !” Natasha added.

Tony didn’t say anything but Peter noticed how he grabbed Rocket harder, but the raccoon just put a paw on his arm, softly.

“We’re all tired here, the job was exhausting !” Gamora sighed, rolling her eyes at Romanoff.

Clint was watching them. He was tired of Tony attitude, how he finished in jail because of him. It was time to change all of this. Without a sound, he reached Mantis in a corner of the room and said :

“Hey, don’t you think its sad to see them hating each other?”

The girl shook his head, totally aggree with the guy. She was someone really sweet and hated how people can act like this.

“I want to help Tony but I don’t know how,” she murmured with a sad smile, her big dark eyes fixed on Stark.

“I think I know how. Touch him,” Barton proposed, hidding his smile.
“But Peter say-” Mantis started.

“I know Tony since years now, trust me. If we know how he feels, it will be better to help him.”

It was a lie, obviously - Clint only wanted to show to everyone how selfish Tony was. But Mantis was too innocent, so she approached the couch, and before Peter can stop her, she touched Tony.

Directly, it was pain. Mantis feels like she was alone, even surrounded by friends. Like nobody was going to love her. Like she was nothing but a disapointment. It was a hole in her chest and her heart was so heavy, she thought she was going to throw but she just started to cry loudly, all her body shaking of pain and sadness.

“Wh-why…?!” she cried, her knees on the carpet. “Im sorry…I only wanted love… I am so sorry…!”

It was a dead silence in the room and everybody looked right at Tony. He didn’t say anything, grabbed his soft blanket and put it on Mantis’ shoulders. She didn’t want to feel the pain anymore but she still grabbed his shirt, and added again :

“I am sorry… I just want-”

“I know,” Tony stopped her, gently touching her hair, like she was some sort of a pet who need comfort. “You are loved, honey. The guardians love you.”

She smiled a little and grabbed the blanket tightly. Tony knew how Mantis powers worked…and he knew the pain she was feeling from him. He was used to it, but Mantis…it was new for her, she wasn’t strong enough to support all of this.

“Tony, we-” Steve started.

“Shut your fucking mouth, Rogers.” Stark persiffled.

He turned to Clint and added, his face looking really angry :

“Why have you asked her to touch me?”

“Oh, calm down ! Go find love, idiot. If its the only thing you want.”

The smile of Clint at this words was horrible - like he was about to laugh. Tony’s face went red and he didn’t say anything but Peter, in fact, did :

“Go away. Right now.”

His voice was calm, but inside of him it was a true storm, determined to destroy all of them and protect Tony who was about to cry.

Steve wanted to say something but the look on Peter’s face stopped him. All the guardians waited for them to go away, and finally the captain grabbed Clint’s arm, looking really mad, and some seconds later they were all gone.

Directly, Tony fell on his knees and started to cry softly too, right in front of Mantis and all of them. The guardians ran to him and Peter murmured :

“It is ok, we love you. We’re not going to left you behind.”

“I- I just…”

“Shhh, I know. Since we are on Earth, we noticed how sad you are here, Tony. We will go back to space soon, and you’ll come with us.” Peter proposed - but it wasn’t really a choice, because he can’t think about his life without the genius now.

“I can’t- this world need me…” Tony murmured.

“They have their "Avengers”. That’s enough, come with us. You already made too much for this planet and nobody cares. Thats not fair for you, you have to think to your happiness now.

Gently, Peter put his lips on his forehead, keeping him safe between his arms. They were going to show him what family truly was - what love was.

Sorry for the long post, I am going to put the “read more” later :) feel free to send me a prompt on ANY unpopular ship of the MCU :)


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anonymous asked:

*clears throat* because I ship Klance but I'm also a sucker for single dad Shiro... HC about how Shiro would be on Keith and Lance's first date??

Well nonny I actually don’t have any set pairings for this AU at all. But I’m happy to indulge any ships and talk about them, because they’re all so cute except anything I don’t feel comfortable with. Lance and Keith are fecking adorable, so please enjoy (pls ignore mistakes, it’s late where I am):


              “Hey Shiro!”




              “Mr. Shirogane, sir?”

              “Oh, hello Lance. What can I do for you?” Lance almost wanted to smash his face into the front to the Shirogane household, however he’d didn’t particularly like the headache that was sure to follow. Besides, that probably wasn’t the best first impression for tonight’s date. Yeah, how awkward would it be to try to explain to your date that you couldn’t go out with them because you gave yourself a concussion because their dad is being annoying.

              Instead, Lance plastered on the biggest and brightest smile aimed at Shiro and stood taller. He puffed out his chest and pushed the flowers in between himself and Lance.

              “I’m here to pick up Keith. Remember, we have a date?” Lance said softly while Shiro leaned against the doorframe to his house. There wasn’t any anger or malice on Shiro, but rather a big smile on his face. However, after 17 years Lance knew there was more hidden behind that smile than anyone could imagine. Lance knew that was a smile that meant Shiro was plotting.

              And a plotting Shiro was never good.

              “Oh? Did Keith forget to mention to you that he was busy?” Shiro continued to smile without budging an inch from the doorway. Now, Lance was a pretty tall guy. But Shiro was taller and muscular. Basically be was built like a freaking way and blocked all of Lance’s view into the house.

              Lance had heard this before when others had tried to date Keith.

              Of course Keith had only actually been interested in a teeny handful, but the ones he was interested in got the same treatment as Lance now. Intimidating dad. Lance had actually been a part of the intimidating team before he suddenly decided that he appreciated Keith as more than just a friend. Now, being on the receiving end of such treatment, Lance couldn’t help but admire their tactics.

              It was a wonder any boys or girls asked Keith out with Shiro.

              “You know Keith isn’t a flower person, right?”

              “Dude, can’t you let me be romantic for once in my life? I know you’re the Big Bad Dad, but I am one smooth senior.

              “Dad, move out of the way.” Lance almost sighed with relief when Shiro was suddenly shoved aside. Out came Keith. The beautiful, wonderful and smoking hot Keith with his mullet (even if the boy was beautiful, Lance still thought the mullet was a mistake) and crop top shirt and jacket. If Shiro wasn’t standing within a foot of Lance’s most previous jewels he probably would have been drooling by now. Keith was even wearing his hair up. In a ponytail.

              “So, where are you taking my little Star?” Shiro couldn’t help but ask as he gave Keith a gentle pat and his smile softened. Lance beamed at Keith who smiled softly before eyeing the bouquet of flowers with distaste.

              “Did you actually get flowers? That’s cheesy and gross. Bees are attracted to flowers.” Keith bluntly said and Lance couldn’t help but wince. You’d think after 13 years he would be used to this. He didn’t miss the snicker and smirk sent from Shiro and he immediately sent a glare his way. Shiro held his hands up in amusement, only to be surprised when Lance suddenly thrust the bouquet in his face.

              “They were actually for Shiro, so proves how much you know!” Lance said while Shiro took the flowers, still confused and shocked. “I happen to know how much you hate flowers. So, are you ready to go?” He smiled brightly at Keith who blinked.

              “That was weird. Okay.” Keith shrugged, still confused but then again there was a lot that Lance did which confused him.

              “Ah, forget something?” Shiro called over their shoulders when Keith and Lance began to walk away. Lance groaned while Keith frowned.

              “Um, no? I got my phone, keys, wallet and money.” Keith admitted while Shiro grinned. He then tapped the side of his cheek and instantly both Keith and Lance knew what he wanted. Keith rolled his eyes.

              “Dad, that’s embarrassing. Stop it.” He groaned and shoved his face in his hands. Quickly he began to walk away while Lance attempted to hide his laughter (he was actually failing). Keith snatched Lance’s arm and practically dragged him away from where Shiro was still standing, now pouting.

              “Nine o’clock!”

              “Ten!” Keith shouted back to his father, earning a laugh from Lance. However, Lance quickly shut up when one of Keith’s pointy elbows jammed into his side.

              This date better be fan-fucking-tastic if he was going to hurt this much.


              Lance couldn’t even believe his eyes. He was pretty sure that he was either hallucinating or something was very wrong here. He had actually been enjoying his date to the pier carnival so far. Keith wasn’t entirely awkward and even let him hold his hand for a while, without pulling away. He’d gotten to hear that cute little snort that Keith made when he laughed a little too hard at some stupid joke Lance told (he couldn’t even remember what the joke was because all he could remember was Keith’s tiny snort). He’d even gotten an ice cream cone with Keith.

              However, it felt as if his entire night was ruined.

              All because of one Takashi Shirogane.

              Who was standing right in front of him (just when he was about to make a move on Keith, mind you) with a big, big smile and a bag of groceries in his hand.

              “Oh Keith, Lance? What a coincidence to see you both here.” Lance growled at the oblivious expression on Keith’s face while Shiro continued to smile. Deep down he knew that Shiro was just trying to look out for his only child, his little boy, but right now he was in some serious bad blood with Lance. Shiro was ruining Lance’s plan to woo Keith.

              “Dad? Didn’t you know? Lance was taking me to the pier tonight?” Of course Keith didn’t realize Shiro’s devious little plan. His father was a cunning man and knew Keith’s most adorable fault. Lance cursed at the other man’s genius.

              “It must have slipped my mind.” Shiro’s smile widened and somehow he managed to direct his attention directly at Lance, who shivered while glaring at the same time.

              “Well now you know. Okay, great to see Mr. Dad-Man but Keith and I were just about to get something to eat. I hear there’s some great funnel cakes.” Lance said while simultaneously wrapping an arm around Keith’s shoulder and dragging him away from Shiro. Shiro frowned at the sly interaction and narrowed his eyes at Lance when he turned Keith away from Shiro. Lance couldn’t help but shiver at the look, knowing what the nice man was capable of.

              “Don’t forget, no shellfish!”

              “Yes sir!” Lance merely waved Shiro off and Keith didn’t even bother to turn around once causing Shiro to scowl. Damn this kid was good. I should know.


              Lance didn’t even bother trying to hide his dissatisfaction by this point. Unlike most parents, Shiro hadn’t given up after his first “encounter” with Lance and Keith. While Shiro never actually spoke to or came face to face with either of the teens, there were several coincidentally instances that caused Lance to just know it was Shiro’s fault.

              Someone had accidentally bumped Lance from behind, right as he was about to sling an arm over Keith’s shoulder to make a move when they were eating. Causing Lance to face plant into his dinner.

              Keith laughed, for like, an hour.

              Another time, someone happened to be hogging up shooting station, where Lance wanted to impress Keith with his skills and win him a toy. Said person was so good and winning so much, that the poor worker ran out of prizes to give away.

              Shiro was a pretty good sharpshooter.

              Another time, someone had rammed into Lance’s bumper car at full speed and nearly knocked him over the side of a wall.

              Keith told him he should have been wearing his seatbelt.

              Honestly, he was at his wits end and Keith seemed oblivious to it all. All he wanted was for the perfect date tonight where he and Keith could get to know each other on a more personal level. And maybe he and Keith could hold hands under the stars and maybe Keith would give him a small kiss on the lips, telling him how romantic this night was. Then maybe he could ask Keith out on a second date and soon they would be boyfriends with stupid matching shirts and terrible pick-up lines.

              It had taken so much to get Keith to even agree to this date.

              “Hey, Keith, uh would you wanna, uh, go out with me sometime?”

              Keith had blinked at Lance like he was crazy, causing Lance to sweat. “But Lance, it’s raining outside. I’m not sure you really want to go out today?”

              “Ah, no I – I mean go out with me.” Lance tried to emphasize but the owlish expression on Keith’s face was enough to let him know that he didn’t understand.

              “But I am with you right now. I guess if you really want to go outside, we can?”

              “NO! I mean, god dammit Keith. Would you like to go out, on a romantic date, with me, on Saturday? To get to know each other on a personal level and determine if we could possibly be capable of being boyfriends?” Lance finally yelled causing Keith’s eyes to widen.

              “You want to be romantic? With me?”


              “With me?”


              “And go on a date?”


              “On Saturday?”

              “Holy Quiznak, yes Keith! I like you! I want to date you!” Lance groaned, cheeks pink with embarrassment. He squeaked at the light blush on Keith’s own face and could only smile when Keith avoided his gaze in order to answer.

              With one last ounce of determination, Lance snatched up Keith’s hand, ignoring his protest and bolted away from the last spot he saw Shiro. He kept sprinting with the wind in his hair and Keith’s nervous laughter at his side until he was sure that Shiro couldn’t find them.


              Shiro was disappointed.

              Or he was impressed.

              He wasn’t too sure yet.

              Lance was by far the best choices out of all the candidates of potential partners for Keith. At least he knew Lance’s background and grudgingly, he had to admit that Lance was an excellent kid. Maybe easily distracted and hyper but after 13 years, Shiro knew that Lance would never actually try to hurt Keith.

              And that’s what worried Shiro the most.

              Keith and Lance could work out.

              It wasn’t the most terrifying combinations and Shiro had 17 years of preparing himself for this moment. It wasn’t like he was sending his son off to war and never going to see him again. He was just letting Keith go on a date! Why was this so difficult?

              Shiro wondered if this was how all parents felt about potential partners for their kids.

              Lance and Keith could actually make it in the long run and Shiro could see that. Even if Keith and Lance didn’t know it yet. Those two thick-headed boy probably wouldn’t figure it out for at least another five years or so. At least that meant Shiro had a little more time to prepare. He wasn’t sure what he was preparing for right now though.

              Shiro knew it was a bit childish to have followed Keith and Lance on their…date and he knew for a fact that Keith was aware that he was there the whole time, and he knew that Lance knew (and he was wrong if he didn’t admit that he had enjoyed that). But to be fair, he couldn’t help himself. Shiro had been paranoid even before entering the military and afterwards, then adopting Keith had only made it worse.

              Shiro’s thoughts were interrupted at the sound of soft voices coming from the front yard. Shiro would never admit that it took all of his self-control, not to jump and wrench the door open.  Instead he calmly sat at the table, drinking his hot chocolate (with mini marshmallows, mind you) when Keith and Lance came in. Though, he practically spat the drink out when Lance came in soaking wet.

              “What happened?” For a moment, all of Shiro’s protectiveness was gone and he was fussing over the teen he had watched grow up alongside his son. Lance shivered with a deep frown on his face but was grateful for Shiro’s kindness. While Shiro helped Lance out his jacket, Keith was already returning with several towels.

              “Lance decided to show me one of his infamous dance moves and he accidentally fell off the pier.” Keith sighed as he rubbed a towel over Lance’s head. He ignored Lance’s mumbled protests until there was a loud burst of laughter next to them. Keith and Lance both jumped to see Shiro hunched over, hands on his knees and laughing as hard as he could.

              “Hey, don’t laugh.” Lance whined pathetically and pressed his face into the towel. He was horrified when even Keith laughed quietly, but at least he was rubbing his back.

              “I’m sorry, really. Let’s warm you up.” Shiro managed after laughing non-stop for at least five minutes. He had to pause every now and again when a new round of laughter stopped him. “But I just realized, you’re perfect Lance.”

              “F-For what?” Lance shivered, only to snuggle against Keith’s side when he wrapped him in another towel. Shiro watched with softer eyes and a gentle smile as Keith and Lance shared a shy look with one another. He could already see the warmth and the love in both of them for one another even if neither of them realized it yet.

              It would take some time.

              “For Keith.” Shiro smiled and immediately both Keith and Lance blushed heavily. He grinned at their expressions and turned away to put Lance’s clothes in the wash, pretending that he didn’t notice when Lance and Keith reached out to hold hands.

Enzo Amore One Shot - Swerved Big Cass

“We all set??” (Y/N) asks Enzo as she takes a seat in the back seat of the black SUV. “All set mama.” Enzo grinned holding up his hand for a high five. You two giggle like children with excitement. (The camera cuts to you and Enzo standing infront of parking lot explaining what is about to happen.) “Me and (Y/N) have come up with the plan of pranking our dear friend Colin Cassady.” Enzo rubs his hands together like an evil mad man. “The three of us usually carpool together to work out… Today however we are going to run into a little routine traffic stop.” You continue looking to Enzo bursting with excitement. “After we get stopped the cop is going to ask for my driver’s license and run into a little problem.” Enzo wiggles his eyebrows. “The problem is Enzo looks an awful like a robbery suspect.” You finish with an evil grin. (The camera cuts back to the SUV as Big Cass takes the front seat next to Enzo.) “Hey man.” Enzo greets per usual. “Hey Zo. Hello (Y/N).” Cass turns around in his seat to accept a kiss on the cheek from you. You three idly chit chat for a bit until you run into the traffic stop. “Just perfect.” Enzo sighs sounding a bit irritated already. Enzo rolls down the window to speak to the cop. “Morning.” The cop greets all three of you. “Officer.” You all three say in unison. “Licenses and registration.” The cop demands looking over his sunglasses at Enzo suspiciously. “Enzo fishes through his wallet and glove compartment for the required papers. “Thank you.” The officer takes the papers from Enzo. “I’m gonna have to go and run these through the database right quick. Just hang tight.” The cop explains before walking back to this car leaving you three sharing a weird look. “What the hell??” Enzo makes an annoyed face. (Time Skip) “Okay it’s been fifteen minutes… How long does it take to run a license number??” Enzo exclaims sifting in his seat angrily. “Its normal Zo just call down…” Cass tries as you look through your cell phone. Finally the cop is back at the window. “About damn time.” Enzo grits through his teeth. “ZO!!” Cass whispers harshly. “Sir I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the car and put your hands on the hood.” The cop explains harshly. “What??” You and Cass both ask in shock. “What the hell do you mean?? I ain’t done nothing.” Enzo demands. “Sir calm down and just step out of the car.” The cop barks. “Do what he says Enzo…” You meekly plead. “This is absolutely crazy.” Enzo huffs jerking the car door handle stepping out of the car. “What the hell is going on??” Cass looks back to you. You shrug giving him your best worried expression. You and Cass both jump as Enzo is slammed down on the good of the car. Cass gets out of the car. “Sir get back in the car.” The cop orders. Cass obeys immediately but you however storm out. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING??” You scream. Cass is left sitting in the car in complete confusion as his best friend is being arrested and his usually quiet friend screaming at cops. Cass meekly gets out with his hands up. Cass grabs you by the waist hoping he can stop you from causing more trouble.  “(Y/N) stop come on we already have enough…” Cass starts as he is interrupted by Enzo. “YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DO YOU KNOW WE ARE.” Enzo is struggling against the cop. Cass is left dumbfounded by the situation with you fighting against his grasp. You can’t hold it back any longer you start to laugh now making Enzo crack up. Cass looks between you two and all you can do through the laughter is point at the camera man who now emerges from the car that was pulled over before the one you were all in. Cass rolls his eyes and breaks into a smile. The fake cop releases Enzo. You turn around and hug Cass. “Your face was priceless.” Cass picks you up and pretends that he is about throw you into the approaching Enzo. “I almost had a heart attack you assholes.” Cass laughs punching Enzo in the arm as he sets you down.

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Shot in the Dark

“Uh, this might be a shot in the dark,” Deadpool said, “but are you into me or something?” He scuffed his foot along the pavement.

“Uh,” said Spiderman. There was a pause, and then Spiderman gestured to the chocolates scattered across the ground and the dented and dirtied heart-shaped box near it. “Well, yes.”

Deadpool shook his head. “Are you trying to trick me or something? Because it’s not working. I don’t understand what kind of prank this is.”

Spiderman cocked his head to the side. “It’s not, a joke…You are literally clasping, in your hand, a bouquet I presented to you less than five minutes ago while I stated, in my most nicest and sexiest of voices, that I’d like to go on a date with you.”

Deadpool looked down at the bouquet of withered and wilting flowers he was systematically crushing in his fists. He gulped at their ruined state and then reflexively let go of them. They both watched as the torn stems and crumpled petals dropped to the dirty asphalt.

“Aaand now you’re not,” Spiderman said.

“You were wooing me?” Deadpool asked, failing to comprehend that concept. “Woo-ing?”

“Well, yes,” Spiderman said. “I would have thought the flowers and chocolate would have been a tip-off. I don’t know much about romance, or anything, but I do know a fair share of women who are a little too excited to give me anything they think I could possibly need to know in the romantic department. They assured me that chocolate and flowers were the correct, classic way to show one’s affection. And, you know, I wanted to ask you on a date, so chocolate and flowers it was.”

Deadpool looked down at the destroyed flowers and the scattered chocolates. “Oh.”

“If your answer is going to be no,” said Spider-Man, “you can just say it. I can take rejection. I’m often rejected. It’s like a thing with me. But could you please make it quick? Like ripping off a Band-Aid. I want the pain over with quickly. I don’t really like pain. The Sinister Six might disagree with me there. Or at least they’re trying to get me used to pain. But honestly, no. So, no? No on the date? Okay, I guess, bye—”

“Stop,” Deadpool demanded as Spiderman turned to walk away. “Stop talking. You talk too much. Let me think.”

I talk too much? Honestly? Coming from you? Enchilada calling the fajita spicy.”

“Shhh,” said Deadpool. He knelt to pick up the flowers, wrapped in crumpled cellophane. “Let me think,” Deadpool growled.

“Okay. Think for as long as you like. Think lots of things. I’ll just be over here trying to stuff my heart back into my chest.”

“Do you know you talk a lot?”

“Do you know that you talk a lot? I talk a lot, you talk a lot, we all talk a lot, Deadpool. I like that we talk a lot.”

“You like when I talk?”

“That’s not what I said, but yes. I love when you talk. That’s like 95% of your personality, and I really like your personality.”

“So this isn’t a prank,” Deadpool asked.

“No,” Spider-Man said emphatically. “I would never do that. Seriously, what kind of girl do you take me for? I would never ask anyone out on a date as a prank. But I really do like you. You always make me laugh. And you compliment my butt a lot. It’s enough to make a guy vain. So… date?”

Deadpool closed his eyes. “Wow you are really, really, really pushy aren’t you?”

“Well wouldn’t you be? If someone you really liked was just holding your heart in their hands? Holding the flowers you bought with your minimum wage money, crushed in their hands? Stepping on the fancy-ass chocolate you bought them with their…feet? Wouldn’t you too be nervous, O’, Katana-wielding mercenary? Wouldn’t you too want to possibly jump off a roof and then hide away in a cave in Guam and never come out again? Wouldn’t you want to disappear straight off the face of the planet just in case you embarrassed yourself so much you could never be seen in the superhero Community ever again? Wouldn’t you to want to just—”

“Okay! Yes! I will date you. I will date you. I will take you out for chimichamgas right now if you will just stop word- vomiting. That is my job. It is my job to word vomit. Jesus. Stop getting all up in my turf.”

There was a moment of silence as Spiderman paused. Deadpool waited for Spiderman to move. But he didn’t move, he just stood there in a state of shock. “Oh God did I break you?” Deadpool asked, bringing his hands to his mouth dramatically. “Are you okay? Do you need coffee? Do you need quesadillas? Do you need pepper spray in the mouth? Do you need pepper spray in your eyes? Do you need to watch all the episodes of Golden Girls in a single sitting? Do you need to watch Gilmore Girls, the obviously lesser TV show that has two G’s in the title? Do you need, like, mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?” Deadpool wiggled his eyebrows.

Spiderman let out a long drawn-out sigh. And then Deadpool’s meaning must have hit because he lit up. “So is that a yes? We are definitely going out? Please, oh God, I would love Mexican food, I would love coffee, I would even accept pepper spray in my face, I’m so excited. When do you want to go? Do you want to go now?

“Hold up a minute,” Deadpool said. “Aren’t you rushing into this little bit? You’re going really fast, bug boy. Maybe take a deep breath and slow down.”

“Well, I’ve been trying to reach out to you for, like, three months now. I’m a little impatient, you are correct.”

Deadpool frowned. “Three months?”

“Yes!” Spiderman exclaimed. “For three months I’ve been trying to woo you, but you just wouldn’t get it.

“What do you mean I wasn’t getting it?”

Spiderman shook his head. “This isn’t the first time I left you flowers. Or chocolates. I’ve even left you packets of Taco Bell verde sauce, and bullets bent into heart-shapes. You didn’t get it! I literally stuck under your door a glitter-filled card with hearts on it. I asked you out. I signed my name! How did you not get what I was doing?”

“I exploded the card,” Deadpool explained.

“You what?”

“It was pushed under my door!” Deadpool defended. “I thought it might contain poison. Or be a bomb. Or be a letter from my senator. It had to go.”

“So you blew it up?” Spiderman asked in a monotone.

Deadpool nodded. “Duh. But now I get it. You know, everything’s starting to make a little more sense now.”

Spiderman face-palmed. “So, are we going out or what?”

Deadpool snapped to attention. “Yes sir! Off we go!

He grabbed hold of Spiderman’s hands and began pulling him down the road, off to whatever restaurant looked especially delicious. “You’re paying,” Spiderman said. “I bought all those chocolates. And Tiger Lilies aren’t cheap this time of year. Especially in New York.”

“Yes,” Deadpool said, still keeping a firm hand clasped in Spidey’s. “I will pay for din-din, and I will buy you chocolates and flowers. I will grow them myself and I will plant them in planters and put them all around your house. I will braid flowers into your hair, if you so wish. I will pour melted chocolate into small water balloons and attack you with them when you are not expecting them.”

Spiderman laughed delightedly. “That sounds wonderful.”

Written for the @deadpoolweekly prompt: Shot in the Dark. I’m really sad I missed last week’s prompt :(

anonymous asked:

Companions react to reading a specific Publick Occurrences article in which Sole had snuck into Piper's office completely drunk and wrote a bunch on none sense into it before Piper went to get it printed?


Cait - She had no idea how to react as she looked at the complete nonsense in her hands. “Piper, what the hell are you reporting? Looks like some Brahim with diarrhea took a shit on your paper.”

SoSu let out a hysterical laughter. “It took forever to find one and get it inside.”

Piper - “Really, Blue.” Piper glared at her companion, trying to ignore the snickering of a few people from the Great Green Jewel. She took one more look at the paper, trying to withhold a slight smile.

“Hey, at least it was just me drunkingly writing how much I love you and nothing else.”

Curie - Curie turned the paper back and forth. “What is it suppose to be?” She looked at SoSu who gave her a meek smile.

“Honestly, I have no idea, but I think I was trying to draw a rainbow.”

“With all black?” She asks with a raise of her brow.

SoSu shrugged. “I couldn’t find any other colors,”

Magnolia - “Dear, you must really what with the amount of alcohol you drink.” Magnolia rubbed SoSu’s temples as they laid in her lap, completely hungover. “Which reminds me,” She leans to the side, grabbing a folded up newspaper. “What is this?”

SoSu groaned as they looked upon the horrible picture they drew of them and Magnolia riding off on a horse. What looked like a masterpiece now looked like a donkey with a big ass.

Haylen - Haylen nearly blushed as she read the paper, quickly pulling the blanket’s off a slumbering SoSu. “What is the meaning of this?” She whispered loudly, slightly shoving the paper in their face.

It took them awhile before they were able to read it then gave it back to her. “Well will you?”

Glory - With a raise of her borw, she looked at SoSu how laid sprawled about the couch, a pillow over their eyes, groaning in pain. “Really, this is what you did last night after getting bat shit drunk? When you came running in telling me you had done something, I seriously thought you were in trouble.”

SoSu just meekly turns to face her, eyes squinted from the harsh light. “You’re so loud,” they croaked, before hiding back behind their pillow.


Hancock - He was laughing hysterically as they saw SoSu’s drawing of her and him with “Would You Kiss A Ghoul?” about it and a “Hell Yeah!” at the bottom.

Giving them a quick kiss on the cheek, he looked at the paper once more. “Good answer, sunshine.”

MacCready - MacCready wasn’t sure if he was seeing a weird genderbend of Grognak the barbarian of if it was some sort of feral ghoul, but when he went to ask Piper about it the reporter slightly glared at SoSu who just shrugged, smiling.

He decided it was best not to ask and leave it there.

Preston - “General, I’m very confused.” SoSu looked up to see Preston holding up the newest paper from Publick Occurrences and they held back a chuckle.

Looking at him, they took the paper and turned it towards him. “It’s suppose to be you, and then there’s me looking all cool, and that’s the mirelurk queen that we killed.” They look upon their masterpiece while, Preston just accepted.

Codsworth - “Miss. Piper, I don’t quite understand what I am reading.” Piper took the newspaper from the butlers claw’s.

“Don’t worry about it Codsworth, some drunk idiot went into my house and sent this out to all of Diamond City.”

“Do you know who the drunk idiot was?”

Strong - “Human, what is this? Why is person on paper not smashing?”

Deacon - Deacon was proud when he saw the random scribbles of SoSu who was drunk during the whole time they were doing it. Giving them a side hug. “This is so getting framed.”

SoSu just gives him the look, trying no to smile. “I blame you.”

Maxson - “Soldier, please explain why this was in today’s paper.” Maxson pushes the paper towards SoSu who quickly grew red as they saw their writing that scribbled out how hot Maxson’s butt was.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Was all they could say, embarrassed out of their mind.

Maxson let out a low chuckle, cupping their chin with his hand. “Come to my quarters tonight, I shall give you your punishment then.”

Nick - Nick tried to keep a serious face, but looking upon SoSu’s interesting drawing caused him to let out a hint of a smile. “Oh jeez, kid, I don’t even know what to say.” He looks up seeing that SoSu was giving him a soft glare.

“You’re mean.” They commented, flinching a bit from their hangover.

He chuckles. “I’m keeping this forever,”

X6-88 - His face was flat as SoSu showed him the newspaper and what they had done to it while they were intoxicated. “Um, Sir/Ma’am, what is it suppose to be?” He questioned, not really sure what it actually was.

SoSu puffed out their cheeks a bit, giving the coursier as playful glare. “I was trying to draw you with a smile.”


No Dogmeat because I don’t think he would really understand, but if some of you guys want him in I will add him.

Hope you enjoyed this!

Edit: I realized after I had published it that I forgot X6-88 and couldn’t get to it until now. Sorry about that.