#i'll be getting to these either later today or tomorrow along with my asks that are in the inbox

[healedlover]

YOU WIN, NOW ITS MY TURN

summary: academic rivals, with benefits. you and gojo agreed to grant each other whatever the other desired. pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader cw: college setting, academic rivals, p in v, fluff I think, make out sesh, cocky gojo, dirty talk, praise a/n: Lowkey been thinking about gojo these past days, quick one shot but also my first gojo fic...sighs

— 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ —

"Man, that test was difficult," Gojo jokes.

You and him had been academic rivals since the start of middle school and you still were in college. but this time, the prizes were different.

In middle school, if he won, you would have to do his homework for the week. and if you won, he would do your work. Simple.

Now that the two of you have gotten older and more mature, Gojo wanted to switch up the rules a bit. 

Instead of you doing his homework, he’d ask you to do him instead.

After every test, he knew he was going to beat you. He always studied a week in advance and somehow always aces it. But you, you were always one or two marks behind him, and never won since. 

Usually they give the marks a day later and you were dreading the day to come. But for this test, you studied your ass off like crazy, and when you did the test it seemed easy? You just hoped you passed Gojo for once.

The next day rolled along and you went to class, sitting in your regular spot. You felt a presence creep up next to you and Gojo stares at you with a wide grin plastered on his face.

"What's got you so happy?" you mutter, flicking your pencil around your fingers. Gojo chuckled and took off his glasses and cleaned them with the hem of his shirt.

"That you're going to have to give me my prize today"

You scoff and mutter something incoherent under your breath, Gojo just stares at you and puts his glasses back on. Before either of you could speak again, the professor interrupts and calls down everyone to get their tests.

Sighing, you get up from your seat and walk over to the professor's desk, he hands over the tests one by one, and when you get yours...

100 percent?!

you smile at your paper and head back to your seat, Gojo follows momentarily and sits down next to you, staring at his paper and sneaking a few glances at you.

"Ready?" you ask.

He nods and you both flip your paper at the same time.

You never forgot the expression on Gojo's face when he saw you got a hundred, and he got a 95.

"What?! Are you sure this is your test?"

You chuckle and Gojo snatched your test, comparing his and yours, his eyes darting from question to question as he noticed all the mistakes he made.

He let out an angry sigh and slammed the tests on the desk before turning his body towards you.

"What do you want?"

"Just a kiss."

"That's it? I'm sure I could give more.." he teased, you rolled your eyes and grabbed your test back from his side of the desk.

"I'll be busy, we have another test tomorrow and I need to study for that."

"just come over to my place and study there, I'll give you your reward and we can study together, same subject right?"

What an odd request, Gojo never really recommended studying together. But you were a little intrigued at the idea. All you had to do was get your kiss, study for a few hours, and go back home, couldn't be that hard, right?

"Fine."

Gojo let out a small chuckle and turned back around to his seat.

As the day progressed, time started to go by really fast. You were supposed to go to Gojo's place in an hour and you haven't started on any homework beforehand, all you were worrying about is what you were going to wear.

Eventually, you found a suitable outfit and packed your things and waited for the time to go by.

Half an hour passed and you left your place to start walking over to Gojo's. He was only a ten minute walk away and you were dreading for the moment to happen.

You finally got to Gojo's place ten minutes later, you stood in front of his door and gave it a few knocks. shuffling was heard on the other side and the door flung open to reveal Gojo in a large t-shirt while his hair was messy and his glasses were out of place.

"hi satoru"

Gojo greeted you back and grabbed onto your wrists, dragging you inside his place. you've only been there a couple of times and it looked the same the exact time.

it was always clean and organized like crazy, and he had a bunch of collectables, way too much.

the two of you got to the living room and sat down along the coffee table, Gojo brought out his textbooks and notebooks, lying them on the table across from him. You eventually did the same.

"lets start, and then I'll give you your kiss whenever you want!" Gojo cheered, opening his textbook to a random page and started on the work.

"oka–"

"by the way, how'd you get a hundred on the last test?"

"I studied a bit more than I should've."

"hm, okay." Gojo lifted the end of his pen to his lips and pondered for a few minutes as he stared at the textbook for a few second before an idea sparked in his mind.

"lets quiz each other after studying, okay?"

"sure, lets do that."

Gojo nodded and started studying, and you did the same.

an hour passed and the two of you got a lot of studying done. You haven’t talked to each other the whole hour. The cold, silent room was interrupted with Gojos groan as he stretched in his seat.

“you done?” he asked between yawns. You nodded and he closed up his textbooks before grabbing his question sheet.

“How about this, every question you answer wrong.. you give me a kiss, or I give you a kiss, doesn’t matter.”

“I asked for one kiss, didn’t I?”

“Then make sure you get one question wrong.”

You chuckle, “or I could get all of them correct.”

Gojo shook his head and started asking you the first question, it was a simple multiple choice question.

“—A, B, or C”

“C?”

“Wrong.” Gojo smirked creeping towards you, your eyes widened and you looked at your notes and back at Gojo who was inches away from your face.

“Damn it.” You mutter and quickly give him a small peck on his lips, he frowned and grabbed onto your chin to pull you into a more intense kiss.

He pulled away moments later and stared into your eyes.

“Do it like that, yeah?”

You scoff and Gojo moves on to the next question, which you surprisingly got right. Question after question you kept getting it correct.

Until…

“D, E or F?”

“F.”

“Finally.” Gojo grinned and leaned his face towards yours, you sigh, placing your fingers under his chin and crash your lips onto his, he stumbled on top of you and slipped his fingers through your hair as his tongue pushed deeper inside your mouth.

His glasses kept falling on your face, which caused him to push his face closer to you so he could keep them on. You grabbed onto his hair and pulled his face away, a string of saliva trailing between your lips.

Gojo���s face was flushed as he breathed breathlessly over you, his glasses kept slipping off, and eventually, they fell on your face.

You groan as Gojo laughed quietly, picking up the glasses from your face and putting them on you. You blink a few times, adjusting yourself to his vision and notice how nice his eyes were in this vision.

Gojo wrapped his fingers around your neck and brought you into another kiss.

“Wai—mmh”

Gojo pulled away and grabbed onto your legs, wrapping them around his waist, his eyes were filled with need and desire, he wanted you to choose more than just a small kiss.

“There’s still…5 more questions left” he said while glancing at the question sheet he made and back at you, you whimper in response before he slowly lifted down his pants, revealing his aching hard-on.

“Please…just this once, please?”

You grumble a yes under your breath and his expression lit up the slightest. His fingers sunk under the waistband of your pants and he pulled them down in a quick movement.

Gojo stared down at your figure, his eyes lingering on your soaking cunt for a few seconds before he slipped two fingers inside, stretching and stroking it for a few seconds.

“You’re so..tight, ngh..you think my cock can take you in with a pussy like this?”

“Mmh—satoru hurry!”

“How impatient, you still have a question to answer, then I’ll put it in, hm?”

“Just get on with it” you moaned.

Gojo read out the question and the options you had, you knew the answer to it, but your mind was in a haze with his fingers working so well inside you.

“C!”

“Good girl, you’ll get your reward now, hm?”

You nod repeatedly and he chuckled, slipping his fingers out of you. Gojo grabbed onto the tip of his cock and stroked it, letting the pre-cum drip out of him before slipped inside you.

A moan escaped out of your lips when you felt his tip make contact with your entrance. Gojo let out a tsk before slowly thrusting inside you.

“Next…mghh question, you’re taking me in so good already.” He moaned grabbing onto the paper of questions and reading out the next one.

You answered wrong.

“Wrong.” Gojo said before thrusting his full length inside you. A wave of shock scattered through your body and your back arched at the pleasure he was putting inside you.

“What- what’s the answerrrr?! s-slow down!”

“It was the third option, now, lift your hips for me.”

You obeyed and lifted your hips to the perfect angle, Gojo threw the paper aside and grabbed onto your hips viciously thrusting himself into you.

“Look at me, let me see you wear my glasses as I fuck yo-you”

You turn your head towards him and he grinned, a flash of hunger appeared in his eyes. Gojo leaned in closer and planted a million kisses on your face.

“So…beautiful” he said between kisses, the rhythm he was fucking you at was now forgotten, he was getting restless and he needed you so bad.

“Do you think you’re going to beat me on the test tomorrow?” He asked.

“I- will.” You moaned, grabbing onto his arms and putting light pressure on it, your nails digging deep inside them.

“Oh will you?”

“Yes— ‘m gonna c-cum!” You cried out. Gojo moaned in response and brought you into a deep, passionate kiss.

A streak of cum spurted out and Gojo pulled out, watching your cum coat his cock like a blanket, he glanced at you before grabbing onto your hand and placing it on his wet, cock.

“Finish me off.”

You stare at his cock, out of breath and wrap your fingers around it, stroking it in slow, deliberate movements. Whimpered echoed the room and Gojo was already close to release.

“Keep—‘m almost there..yesss”

Gojo tilted his head back and groaned in pleasure as white beads stream out of his cock. He sighed in relief and stared at you breathlessly, fixing his glasses on your face before giving you one more kiss.

“Thank you, baby…lets get cleaned up now, yeah?”

-

The next day you did the test and prayed you passed Gojo. This time the results were meant to release on the same day.

When school ended you and Gojo stood next each other and opened the results at the same time.

Gojo won.

— 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ —

[xdjville]

nct dream's voicemails

pairing: nct dream x gn!reader

genre: really all of them are different genres so idk buckle up; angst, established relationship (mark); comfort, established relationship (renjun); friends who have a thing going on and the dreamies are menaces (jeno); classmates, acquaintances but you're kinda cute (haechan); sick reader, fluff, established relationship (jaemin); basketball player and his "friend", bonus: he's drunk (chenle); idol x non idol, established relationship, kind of angsty if you squint but not really (jisung)

cw: cursing in mark's and jeno's, chenle's under the influence and he calls reader "pretty"

#mark

"i'm sorry. look, i... i know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, i get it. i shouldn't have said any of that and i'm so fucking sorry. i hate what i did and i have no excuse for being an asshole to you, but it's been almost two hours since you left and honestly i'm so worried i'm losing my mind. you don't have to come back yet, or call me back if you don't want to, but please, for the love of god, just let me know you're somewhere safe. shit, i'm so, so sorry. let's talk when you're ready, okay? i'll sleep on the couch tonight, so if you come back you can take the bedroom. i'm sorry. i love you."

#renjun

"hi, y/n. i'm sorry for calling so late, but, uh, i wanted to check up on you, you seemed a bit off today. maybe i'm imagining things, i don't know, but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i still wanted to ask. you don't have to tell me now, we can talk about it whenever you're comfortable, or not at all if you don't want to. just know i'm here for you, okay? it's normal to have worse days, so i'll try not to worry too much. i hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. call me tomorrow, hm? we can go to that new ice cream place you told me about. sleep well, love you."

#jeno

"jesus, can you guys shut the fuck up– hey, uh, sorry for that, it's jeno. um, i'm calling because we're going to get some drinks at the bar down the street later tonight, and i– we were wondering if you maybe wanna tag along? we thought it could be fun hanging out outside of class since the semester is almost over. it's fine if you're busy though, no pressure. we're going out around, uh, nine, i think? so if you're up, call me back and i'll give you the details, yeah? alright, that's all, talk to you later. seriously, you guys are such fucking–"

#haechan

"uhm... hi, it's donghyuck. you probably didn't pick up since you don't have my number, but, uh, i called tell you that you left your sunglasses at the library yesterday. i asked mark for your number because we won't see each other untill chem next week and i thought you might need them, so... if you'd like to get them back just let me know? we could meet at the library again, or at get a coffee... or something. or i can give them to you in chem. whatever works for you! i don't mind either. just, uh, just let me know, okay? bye."

#jaemin

"hi, baby. how are you holding up? you must be sleeping, that's good. you need a lot of rest, hm? i hope by the time you're listening to this you will be feeling a little better. did your fever go down yet? there's food from my mom that i left in your fridge, you should eat that, i'm sure it's going to set you up. remember to stay hydrated too, yeah? i'll drop by with some groceries tonight, so let me know if you want anything specific. now rest well, love, i'll see you later."

#chenle

"y/n... you told me to call you when i get home, so why didn't... why aren't you pickin' up? well i– i'm home now, and, uh... renjun drove me there, so don't worry. anyways... i wanted t'say thank you, for coming to the game today. i honestly think we won only because you were there. you looked like... really, really... pretty. like... super pretty. when you, uh, hugged me after the match, i almost kissed you, you know? you're like my lucky charm... yeah, my lucky charm. i wanted to kiss you really bad. i wish you were here now so i could kiss you. can you come over tomorrow? mhm, 'm gonna go to bed now. bye, y/n–"

#jisung

"hey, how are you doing? it must be the middle of the night for you, you're probably asleep. i hope i didn't wake you up, i'm sorry if i did... i called you because i wanted to hear your voice. i, uh... i miss you, a lot. we had a day to ourselves to explore a bit, it was fun! it really was. but the whole time i couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it would be with you there. i didn't want to kill the mood for the others, but i couldn't help missing you more today. did you miss me more, too? maybe it's like a soulmate thing... god, i sound so cheesy right now. anyways, the guys said they miss you too. chenle said we should all get hotpot together when we're done with the tour. sounds nice, right? oh, this voicemail is getting long... let's talk when you wake up, i'll call you after the concert. i lo– i miss you. sleep tight."

#taglist ➼♡ @bambisnc @suzayaaa

©xdjville

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - Well, well, well...

I know I said I was gonna get back on track but I failed an exam and my grandpa's sick again so I'm really trying my best here :') I think I have ideas for two chapters after this one ? I'll try to write them faster than one month each lol :'D

I really want to get over Cross's time, I love this boy but I don't have much to say about his time sadly :')

Also everyone go check out @ancha-aus 's drabble because it is amazing !!! It takes place later in the story so I will link it again when we get there but still !! Go read !!

I swear I spend more time looking at dictionaries than actually writing the chapters, why did I gave them all dead languages

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The first night in Cross's house had been fairly calm, Horror and him had managed to make a bed for everyone, though Nightmare preferred sleeping on the bench on the kitchen side of the house, Cross couldn't blame him honestly, straw wasn't what someone would call a fancy beding, compared to it anything would be better, even a bench. Killer was very happy with the straws and kept making little braids with it, five in total, and he gave one to everyone afterward. Horror was fine too, Cross never heard the viking complain about anything anyway, so either he was really fine with it or he was just very polite. Dust was strangely excited, Cross didn't think it was possible to be excited about straw beds after having used the amazing couch in his house but here he was, mumbling things to himself as he sat on the bed.

It luckily hadn't rained, so the humidity didn't come in and they were able to keep a certain warmth inside of the small house. Usually peasant houses shared the space with the cattle and the warmth of the animals would heat up the house, but Cross was a knight, he didn't have animals, so he had to rely on fire, but as he didn't have infinite wood he would most of the time keep it to cook and use this heat to warm himself up.

Cross had been the first to wake up and had rapidly been followed by Horror. He saluted him with a smile.

- Dieus vos doinst boinjor.

- Kveðja, ér sofa vel ? Horror answered.

"Vel" meant "well", that Cross was sure, and he remembered Horror using "sofa" to say "sleep", with these two words he guessed he must have either asked if Cross slept well or informed him that he slept well. Cross nodded, both answering the question if it was aimed at him and showing satisfaction if it wasn't.

- Volez avoc moy aler a jart ? Cross asked if Horror wanted to go to the garden with him, pointing at the door.

He needed to pick some vegetables for dinner and the others were still asleep, so he might as well grab them now and not bother his friends later. Horror looked at the door, frowning slightly.

- Ek þurfa vitja úti ? He asked, confused.

Cross was confused too, what did Horror understand ? He looked around for a second before grabbing a basket and showing it to Horror, then going to the door and signing for him to come along as he went outside and around the house towards the small garden. Horror followed, curious, and watched as Cross pointed at the different plants than at the basket. Did Cross want him to pick those plants and put them in the basket ? He slowly picked a carrot and looked at Cross as he put it down, seeing him nod, he smiled, and both of them started picking the vegetables, teaching each other their names. It was nice, and when they went back inside, everybody was up.

Cross put the basket on the table, letting Dust inspect it, he seemed rather curious about the vegetables, surely comparing them to those he had at home. He glanced at his countertop, he had just enough bread for today and maybe tomorrow morning, he would need to go in town tomorrow in the afternoon and buy some more. He could bake some, sure, but it was time consuming so he preferred buying already prepared ones. He also checked his water supply, he needed to go to the well.

- Eo dei a puit aler. Dust, volez moy sivir ? Cross gathered all his courage, asking Dust to follow him.

Dust looked up at him, thinking, his sockets always squinted a bit when he was thinking, and he ended up looking at Nightmare who was staring at the bench, well, not the bench, but the little straw braid Killer made him and that he had put on the bench for the night.

- Nightmare ? What d-

Nightmare flinched and sharply turned to look at him.

- Oop, sorry, didn't mean to startle you, Dust apologized, what does "sivir" mean ?

Nightmare hesitated, his gaze diverting for a second, before he talked, for the first time since the forest, though his voice was low, not as self assured as when he would talk in Dust's time.

- S.. suivre.. ? He stuttered.

Everybody caught that, but nobody commented.

- Suivre ? Dust repeated, like uhh... I know this word, I've seen it on social media... oh ! Follow ! Yeah ! He turned to Cross, smiling, yeah I'll follow you ! I'll uhh.. sivir vos.. ?

Cross smiled, feeling a rush of warmth in his chest, he just invited Dust to the well, he did that, oh god. He quickly nodded and grabbed two empty jars before heading to the door that Dust opened for him.

- Nos anteruns viste !

They will be back soon, he said as he went out with the hoodied skeleton, leaving the three others together.

- So... what's a "puit" ? Dust asked as they walked.

- Por panre l'aigue, li n'en estat gueres à maise.

He explained as simply as he could, telling him it's to take water as he didn't have any at home. Dust just frowned.

- Huh-huh. Well you know what ? "Aigue" sounds like "agua" in Spanish and since you've got jars I'm gonna say it's for water. That or wine. I don't know what people usually drink in the Middle Ages.

He finally answered. Did he understand ? Cross had no doubt he did, Dust was smart, he always figured out stuff.

- Now if we're going to grab some water I guess it's either a river or a well ?

Cross liked hearing Dust talk, he had such a sweet voice, so confident and yet always sounding unsure at the end of his sentences, as if he was expecting to be wrong about every supposition he made when really he was probably the most smart of them all.

- ... Did I say something stupid ? Dust frowned, sounding a bit nervous.

Why would he feel nervous ? Cross didn't see any reason to feel- oh god he had been staring. He quickly shook his head and looked forward, a purple blush on his cheekbones.

- P-pardon. He apologized.

- Okay.. ?

The walk to the well was... awkward, Cross didn't dare look at him, he didn't want to stare again, at least with his arms holding the jars he wasn't tempted to grab Dust's hand.

Once they arrived Dust looked at the stone well with wonder. Was it the first time he saw a well ? He did have water directly in his house, so maybe wells weren't a thing anymore in the future ?

Cross put the jars down, grabbing the bucket attached to the log above the well to make it fall in until it hit the water and slowly filled itself. Dust was watching carefully, bent over the hole, his eyelights were almost sparkling with curiosity and Cross could see the water reflecting on his bones... he would give anything to be allowed to hold him close and-

- It's full, Dust announced, straightening.

- O-oh uh, oil.. ! Cross was brutally shaken out of his thoughts.

The bucket was full, so Cross pulled on the lever until it came back all the way up to grab it and pour the water in the first jar, when he straightened up Dust was looking at him. He made a grabby motion towards the bucket.

- Can I try ? He asked, badly masking his excitement.

Cross couldn't help but blush as he handed him the bucket and watched as he put it back in the well to wait patiently for it to fill. He didn't think such a simple activity would interest Dust so much, and yet here he was, happily filling the jars with water. There was something childish and yet so attractive to it, Cross wanted to protect that, he wanted to protect that amazement for everything that surrounded him.

- Estrez tanz jolif... Cross said without thinking.

He instantly blushed, he really didn't mean to call Dust pretty. Well, Dust was pretty, but he didn't mean to say it to his face !

- Huh ? Dust answered, not having heard as he was putting the bucket back on the edge of the well.

- E-Eo diseie nos devrïens antrer !

He corrected, saying they needed to go back home as he grabbed the two full jars.

- Oh, we're going ? Don't you want me to hold one ? They look heavy, Dust asked him, going to grab a jar but Cross stopped him.

- Eo puys porter, mercit ! He thanked, telling him he could hold them.

- If you say so, Dust didn't insist.

Cross smiled at him, and lead the way back home with two full jars and a soul racing like never before.

He really needed to get his thoughts under control.

[mad-maximoff]

We Met Again

Part 2 of When We Met since y’all asked so damn much! I just hope this one doesn't get censored too😅

Summary: You were on a 6-month-long mission with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes only to come back to the compound and face Wanda.

Warnings: G!P reader, angst, making out, unprotected sex, ejaculation , soft sex turned rough, hair-pulling, breaking the bed (literally😂),

Word Count: 3,702

Prt 1 Here

"Welcome back Y/n, how was your little adventure with the boys?" Kate Bishop stood behind the bar making herself a pink alcoholic slush of some sort. You were covered in dirt and soot from head to toe. You just got off a mission with Sam and Bucky. You were in Egypt going about looking for a highly classified terrorist ring. Thankfully you got to them before they started their reign. 

"Adventure my ass. I slept on the dirt while the boys slept in cozy beds like princesses. I tell you what I need is a shower and to take a well-deserved dirt nap in a real bed." You threw your weapons on the table halting at a chair and flinging off your boots. "I'll clean this shit up later Kat, I've been waiting for this." You turned to see Kate pouring herself a tall misshapen glass full of pink slush. "Sure thing Y/n, you and I are the only ones here I think. You want the rest?" She licked the side of her glass where she spilt. "Why not, might help me crash harder." You reached around Kate grabbing the whole blender. There was more than a mouthful left. You thought maybe it was strawberry daiquiri, so you thought nothing of it and chugged it. The first sip made you gag.

"Jesus Christ Bishop! Paloma? Really? What are you 40? You've been around Potts too long. Good lord.." You hated tequila, especially grapefruit. You polished it off not backing down leaving it on a table in the middle of the hallway. You knew there were empty beds not touched by any of the other Avengers. Basically new. It was funny really. Everything to you looked new but it was just the same as the last time you were down this hallway. Maybe it looked new because the last time you were here you were drunk with your pants around your ankles. Come to think of it. That table was new. You pivoted around noticing the table on further inspection. You saw a crack along the wall. Oh yeah, you remember. That was the spot. The spot where you and Wanda...

Yeah...Wanda...

You remember where her room was. You remember you crashed there after you both finished your fun in the hall. Curiosity killed the cat. You noticed the door was slightly cracked allowing light to shine through. But it was almost midnight, it wasn't natural light. It was from a light. Is she there? Did she forget to turn off the lights? Maybe. You pondered. Kate did say after all you two were the two here so it was bound she forgot. It's a common mistake. 

You tip-toed over to her room letting your fingers creep through the part between the door and the wall slightly allowing the length of your fingers to pry the door a bit more. Your strength got the hold of you as it flung open. Wanda was sitting at the edge of her bed in her room, with her leg raised to lean her elbow on her knee, underneath her chin. 

"Kate honey I told you for the third time today. We can drink and watch Sex and The City tomorrow. I don't feel up to it." She huffed watching the news. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes darting back and forth watching the live footage of whatever catastrophe happened. "So you're the one drinking Palomas huh?" You leaned in the door frame crossing your arms. You had to laugh. You never thought she was a cocktail girl. Though..you never thought she was the kind to give blowjobs either but you were surprised by both.

"Oh..it's you...no I don't drink that shit. She found Tony's recipe book for Pepper and his date nights and she's drinking like a fish...When did you come back to the States?" She was genuinely surprised to see me. Her leg fell from where it was prompted. Wanda stood up walking the length of her bedframe around to meet you.

You were shocked also. Maybe she wasn't showing yet? You swore you thought you'd come home and find her pregnant but unless she's super athletic or has it hidden she doesn't look like she's expecting.

"Ah 30 minutes ago. Um..stupid question.." You scratched your head looking down at Wanda then back up at her eyes. She laughed standing in front of you. Her hand reached to your cheek whipping the loose dirt from your undereye. 

"Haha no! Unfortunately, I'm not pregnant. I don't know how. I always thought that first tries always work. I even helped you out a bit." 

"Unfortunately? You wanted me to get you pregnant? Are you insane? You don't even know me and you want kids from me! I'm too young to have a family! Even with my powers...let alone, what gives you the right to choose for me!" You broke her hand away backing away. You had to leave or else there'll be bigger cracks in the wall. 

"Y/n please, I never meant to hurt you. I just got confused that's all. You were so nice to me and after I lost Vis 2 times and lost my boys I just felt you comforted me. That's all." Wanda reached again grasping your bicep. You pulled away again this time hitting the wood casing around the frame with your elbow. The wood casing flew off behind you hitting the hallway floor.

"No! Don’t you dare touch me! All you cared about was yourself! Just because someone showed you comfort doesn't mean you let them cum inside you, Wanda! That's really fucked up! I'm sorry you lost your family but you can't just use me to play house!" You growled noticing your rage was becoming the better of you. Wanda through your eyes was becoming tiny. Her body language was making her small. Curling her fingers into the sleeves of her black cardigan, crossing her arm over to her elbow. She looked down at her bare feet letting out a shakey breath.

"I'm really sorry Y/n...I don't know what I was thinking. I've been so used to having people around me. That it feels weird to be by myself." Wanda's head was bowed letting her newly brown hair almost cover her head. A tiny tear ran down her blushed cheek wiping it away quickly.

All you saw was red. Not by Wanda's magic. But for some reason, you were enraged. How could you be this angry over something you fully did with Wanda 6 months ago? Maybe you do have a tiny bit of an anger problem. Little? In this case, that's an understatement. 

You huffed feeling the hot pressure on your chest cool down to your stomach. You think seeing Wanda so visibly upset may have broken your cross attitude. 

"Get used to it, Wanda." You had to storm off. If the conversation got any more heated; one of you was going to end up in a wall. And it was most likely going to be you. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe if I get some sleep and a good shower I can speak to her more clearly. 

You thought gliding to one of the newly furnished rooms. 

Each room had its own bathroom. Tony is a playboy so obviously the bathroom was soundproof. The entire compound was all technology so a press of a button and the bedroom could be soundproof. You didn't need that tonight. You wished there was a switch to soundproof your head. 

How could I snap like that? I haven't done that in years! What the hell was I thinking to begin with?! You felt like you could stand under the hot water for hours. It took two layers of body wash just to scrub away the dirt from your body and finally feel human. Maybe you were scrubbing off your anger with it in a sense. You had your little outbursts but this one almost made you black out. Your lofa scraped at your skin furiously, leaving little imprints everywhere. Your back flexed in the mirror examining your clean body. Your hips were women but your shoulders and torso were the shape of a man. You had average-sized breasts. They were nothing special, they were nice to look at but nothing that could turn any heads. Perhaps you could say they were bigger than average but you never noticed.

You got out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around your waistbone, as you inhaled walking to the foot of your bed your v-line showed every breath you took. You thought if someone was to walk in it would be less surprising seeing you topless instead of bottomless. 

"Fuck...you got buff little one.." You gasped in fright hearing Wanda's quiet voice coming from the chair hidden next to the wall. Wanda's makeup was smeared all over her under her eyes. She was sniffling back what little tears she produced. She was crying heavily, using the sleeves of her cardigan. "What the fuck do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy? I'm not giving in to your mind games." You turned to face your back to her loosening the towel from your waist to dry your legs. You reached around putting on a pair of boxer briefs. You heard a creek come from the corner of your room knowing Wanda got up. Her bare feet were quiet on the hardwood but not quiet enough for you to hear. 

"No mind games Y/n. I-I...wanted to apologize...you were right. I need to start learning how to be on my own. I deserve to be alone. I shouldn't have let you do those things to me." She held back a cry making her eyes gloss over. 

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I was actually going to apologize to you. I don't know what came over me. I lost my temper too quickly. I haven't done that in years. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." Your hands lifted Wanda's chin to look at you, letting all of her hair fall back behind her shoulders. She looked like a baby raccoon. It was cute but you felt awful that she was crying because of you. "I'm so sorry Wanda." Wanda's hands placed around your hips, sliding herself closer to your body. You pulled her in deeper holding her close. Her head rested on your shoulder letting her finish her cries. Your hands caressed her skull, intertwining with her locs. 

"It's okay..please, please stop crying. You're making me feel worse." You sat her down on the foot of the bed still massaging Wanda's head. She buried her face in your chest noticing her sobs being muffled into silent sniffles. One of your hands dropped placing it on her chest, directly on top of her heart. Her beats were rapid on the first touch, but once you dragged your fingertips along her skin she settled. Your other hand finally dropped rubbing her spine. She was frail in comparison to your body. Every muscle you flexed made it seem more apparent. 

"Thank you," she sniffled, using her sleeve to wipe away her stained makeup. "Thank you very much Y/n. I feel like sometimes I can just go off the handle." Wanda wiped another tear with her sleeve again, the tears glossed in her eyes and made her pupils sparkle as she looked so passionately into your eyes. 

"It's fine Wanda. We all go off the handle some days. I did it on you earlier. We just need to relax a little. The both of us." 

                             ╳°»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«°╳

You and Wanda laid down together in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence however, it felt somehow to you a healing silence. You two didn’t need to talk, that’s what got you two into shit before. Just cuddling together. Wanda laid her head on your bare chest. You threw on a random stupid movie on TV, it was one of those goofy movies that two dudes probably smoked a joint and started filming. You didn’t like it; Wanda found it comical. She’d laugh at the slightest action or joke. 15 minutes later however she was silent. You peered down checking up on her. Her eyes fluttered, she was falling asleep. You twitched which made her jump. 

“Jesus…what’s happened?” She whispered. I knew she fell asleep for a moment. You could hear it in her tone. Groggy and low. 

“Nothing sorry. My leg just spasmed. It’s okay, you can go back to sleep.” Your hand ran down Wanda's thigh. Her skin was soft just like you remembered. 

“Shut up, I wasn't sleeping.” She giggled rolling her head the other way. 

“Oh I'm sorry, I just saw the stucco on the ceiling coming apart so I thought you were snoring.” You joked.

“Fuck off!” She laughed sitting up on your lap. “I do not snore!” Her hands grasped a fist full of your bare breasts in either hand. It felt good to be handled again. As soon as her hands touched you that way, you instantly felt you were getting hard. It wasn't an embarrassment any longer. You had another one-night encounter after Wanda that made feel 10x better about your appearance. 

“No, that's just loudly humming in your sleep isn't it?” Your hands tightened around her hips slowly moving them back and forth. Wanda sucked air through her teeth letting a little gasp. "Ohh-stop!" She laughed biting her lower lip. "You want something else don't you detka?" Her dress grazed the front of your boxers, just to tease you. 

"Perhaps. This time, it's on my terms. This time." Your hands pushed down on Wanda's thighs rubbing your forming bludge on the fabric of her panties. Her brows raised, turning her cheeks into a rose colour. "Really? Would you still want to? Even after everything I did?..."  

“Of course.” You freed your hands from her thighs, swishing a strand of her hair away from her face looking into her emerald eyes. She giggled again looking down at your chest. “You’re tits are huge Y/n.” Wanda’s hands clutched my full chest. "I don't think I saw them last time." She squeezed each handful. You whinced with her nails digging into your skin. 

"Ha! Well, I hope you remember something else's size." You joked lightly tugging at your boxers. “Hmm..I think I definitely need a refresher.” Wanda tugged the hem of her dress; pulling it over her head as her arms whisked it to the floor. Wanda’s hands jerked at the elastic band around your hips. Your fairly large erection greeted both of you with a fair shock as it bounced its way to freedom. “Oh yes, I remember now.” Her tongue folded against the tops of her teeth. Your hands held a firm grip on either side of Wanda’s panties ripping them off. “Seems you don’t need this huh?” She giggled letting out a small whimper. “Fuck-…can we stop all this talking Y/n? I really need you.” Your fingers trailed along her mound going further in her slit. Her inner core was silk. Your finger slipped inside effortlessly. Her little sounds became more low. “Oh…g-god.” Her head dropped down making her lips lay on mine. "Stop fucking teasing me..." She groaned as her teeth bit the bottom of my lip. "Okay, you asked for it." You flipped Wanda onto her back. The bed's feet raised as the bed made a thump. "Did you want condoms?" 

"N-no. No, Wanda, I can pull out." You bent down locking your lips with hers again. "Haha..sure, sure you can Y/n." Wanda's eyes glowed red again briefly. "Fuck no more games. Just let me fuck you by myself." Your fingers slid between Wanda's folds before slipping your cock inside. She gasped curling her fingers into the sheets. Your hands planted on the mattress on either side of Wanda's head. She uncurled her fingers from the bedsheets, moving them around your wrists. Her breaths were choppy trying to get ahold. You thought she looked so beautiful underneath you, the way her skin naturally glowed, her pearly white smile chewing her bottom lip, the way she looked at you. Not in a loving way just yet, in an adoring way? A needing way. 

"Go on. Keep making those pretty sounds for me, sweetheart." Your hips dove in feeling her walls coating you effortlessly. Wanda’s whines grew deafening, her eyes did not stop turning shades of red. 

“Oh shit…y/n…uh-…” Wanda's head rolled back on the mattress. Dropping her jaw open. You began to thrust with a heavy pace. Becoming quick with every moan that escaped Wanda’s lips. The bed frame formed a squeaking noise with each pump into the brunette. Wanda’s leg had a hard time trying to stay afloat around your hips, slipping every movement you two shared. You stopped pulling out briefly. 

“What-..Y/n? Why did stop?! Continuă…” Wanda cried out allowing her hands to fall scratching your biceps. “I will, don't worry. Go flip on your stomach, on your knees and bend over.” Wanda sighed a sly smile flipping onto her knees, arching her back letting her chest lay on the mattress. She glanced over her shoulder with her hair covering her face. Your hand traced her temple softly, leading your fingers into the brunette's long strands. Grasping a fistful of Wanda’s hair. You peered down watching your cock twitch in anticipation with Wanda’s ass sway in the same feeling of suspense. Your other hand grasped Wanda’s thigh sliding your shaft back into her slick folds. 

“Oh…fuck-” Wanda sucked air through her teeth tilting her head down with your hand still tight on her hair. You did begin to thrust slowly as you once did, you began to ram yourself deeply inside the witch as though you were pushing through air. Wanda's hand gave out mid-pump landing on her chest. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she tried to move her head to a more comfortable spot. "Fuck...you have such a nice ass." You twisted Wanda's hair around your knuckles applying a forceful tug. Her head raised leaving a spot of drool on the sheets. "Uh-huh!" Wanda's head cocked further to watch you. Your hand jerked the fistful of Wanda's hair pulling her hair as hard as you could muster without ripping all of her hair out entirely. Her body lifted off the mattress onto her knees. Her back pressed on your chest laying her head on your shoulder. "Oh god!...Shit!" Your wrist could not take it anymore, you let go of Wanda's hair allowing it to fall behind your shoulder. Your hand relaxed on Wanda's thigh attaching every finger around the softest part of her leg. Wanda's arm flung around your throat holding herself up. "Shit...I'm going to cum..." Wanda's moans were silent as she took a small breath. "Huh? Good baby...me too." You sighed out feeling yourself climbing higher and higher up to your point of no return. "Do it Y/n." Wanda used her knees bouncing her body against you. 

"Do what Wand?" You groaned in her ear smelling her sweet perfume sweat off onto you. "Cum in me...please..." Her cheek heated on yours as you felt her jaw lock open not letting another sound out. "Y-you sure? I don't know." You did not want to take that chance again, you had some rendezvous with a certain green bulky woman in Egypt, knowing you mastered your craft of pulling out. If you did not get her pregnant 6 months ago, hell, you couldn't do it again right? 

"F-fine...you want me to cum inside you huh?" You huffed tightening your grip on Wanda's thighs, the wooden bedframe continued to rattle. The frame began to bell out with your knees ready to cave. "Yes! Yes!" 

"Yes, what?" 

"Cum inside me Y/n! Fill me!" Wanda's voice shrieked out letting go of a low-toned moan. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" Wanda grasped firmly on your neck vibrating her entire body. Her eyes glow red tracing red mists around both of your bodies. "Fuck!" The pressure within you exploded, you could not think if it was you that came or if Wanda had some help to speed it up. You felt your cock throb spewing out your cum in the witch. She tried her best to make her body stay still, her thighs would not stop fidgeting. You bucked your knees forward to have Wanda fall on her stomach as you fell with her. The bedframe finally gave way as the mattress hit the floor. You both hit a thump, Wanda chuckled under your body softly as she took a quick breath. "Well, shit. How do you expect to explain this to Tony?" 

"We'll blame Kate," You sighed wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. "She got too drunk and we found her jumping on the bed. Agreed?" 

"Agreed detka. Let's get out of here. We can go to my room." You arose to see the bedposts still standing but the wood beams holding the bed just fell. "Well, this was a great welcome back." You stretched out your arms above your head hearing the cracks of your shoulder blades. "I'd say so." You stood up from the mattress whisking your boxers off the floor. 

"Y/n? You don't need those." Wanda sat up on her knees running her hands through her hair. You bent over as you picked Wanda up by her thighs and wrapped them around your waist. "Haha! I sure do. I don't want to scare Kate if we run into her." You took hefty strides over to the bedroom door, making your way down the hall to Wanda's room. Wanda draped her hands around your neck giving a sly little smile as she looked over her shoulder. Her wrist flicked a red mist, you witnessed the red mist run down the staircase doing nothing after it left the stairs. "There. She won't bug us. I put her to sleep for the night. Now, we can have more fun." 

"Good. Let's hope I don't break your bed this time." 

"Well, don't promise that. I'd love you to ruin me." Her finger traced along your jaw down your throat. "Ask, and you shall receive." 

[caeunot]

johnnie guilbert x reader

johnnie writing zombie about you

idea by @beansnsoup !

➷ you and johnnie have known each other for almost two years now, you two hang out at least once a week, normally to do a video since everytime you two collab the video gets at least 100k more views.. but also because you guys get along so well. everytime your together you both laugh so hard there are tears and unlike jake you keep your space clean so videos don't need a whole cleaning crew to sort out the mess afterwards. either way you two have become pretty close, and when johnnie told you he was working on a new song you were so excited. you love all his music and you always try to watch every cover post he does on tiktok.

you showed up to jake and johnnies place to sleep over since you live an hour away and you are free both today and tomorrow so you might as well stay longer. you normally sleep in johnnies bed and johnnie sleeps on the couch since they don't have a spare room, you are fine sleeping on couch but johnnie insists everytime that you get his room.

the moment you came in the house something felt a little off, like as if there was an unusual energy in the air or that there's a secret between them that your not let into. you don't let it get to you since you were about to go on jake's live.

"jake no offence but why do you always make me eat the most unhealthy shit ever", you say as the live was ending. " okay y/n that's just mean, this is my diet your talking about ", " next time I'm on your live and you like faint from too much sugar ill refuse to drive you to the hospital, I'll just leave you there and take your room so johnnie doesn't have to sleep on the couch when I stay over" jake rolls his eyes. "so basically what your saying is that you want me dead so you could be roommates with johnnie instead.. I see how it is..." you shove him slightly and he screams dramatically and grabs his arm in fake pain. you laugh and the both of you say goodbye to chat.

"that was great, I think that was our best yet!" jake says cleaning up the mess he made. "I think so too! I wish johnnie could have joined though". you noticed how jake immediately got a massive smile on his face, " hey what's that smile for" you say giggling. "oh nothing" jake says winking before starting to drive you both back to the house.

a few minutes after coming back johnnie comes up to you, wanting to show you something. he leads you to his room and sits down on his bed. he starts petting the spot next to him, letting you know you can sit. as you sat he leaned behind and pulled out his guitar. "oh yay are you going to show me your new song!" you say doing a small clap. "yup! it's the one I've been talking about the past few weeks!" he says, you notice his voice is a little shakey but you figure it's normal when singing to a person alone. he cleared his throat and began singing.

Blood red sheets are my favorite

I could be your greatest weakness

'Cause she's got me so damn nervous

I'm a zombie, baby, what's my purpose?

you were enjoying the song so much you were barely taking note of the lyrics, at the end you gave him a massive hug. "johnnie that was great! I think this is my new favorite song of yours, you better be putting it on Spotify".

he blushed slightly, "I'm glad you like it! but I wana ask like.. what do you think of it". you tilt your head to the side a bit confused, "wait what do you mean?". " it's, uh, never mind don't worry" johnnie says putting his guitar away giving you a weak smile.

the energy was really weird now, the feeling you had before was 10x worse and you had no idea why.

a few hours later you said goodnight to the boys and got into bed, you had sat on your phone for a bit when the events of the day really started to sink in and you hated that there was unresolved issues, so you texted johnnie asking if he's awake. as you sent the text you saw a light flash on the bed. you check and it's johnnies phone

y/n 🧟‍♂️ ♥️:

heyy, i don't want to wake you just incase your asleep but if you aren't can we talk?

you laughed at the fact he put a zombie by your contact name, but as you were about to get out of bed to give him his phone it struck you. johnnies song is literally called zombie, maybe that has something to do with the emoji by your contact name. you immediately tried to recall the lyrics of his song,

I want your heart

I want your brain and that body

'Cause you got me going too insane

You can't control mе

I want your heart

I want your brain and that body

'Cause you got me acting likе a fucking zombie

y/n you absolute dumbass, johnnie wasn't just playing a song for you! he was singing his feelings. it all makes sense now, you know for a fact that johnnie gets really anxious when talking about his feelings and if he ever did want to ask you out he probably would be to shy to say it outright, jake probably knew and that's why the energy was so awkward today!

you immediately jump out of bed and go to the living room, you see johnnie typing something on his laptop but when he notices you he smiles closing his it, "you okay? it's pretty late" he asks as you sit down next to him. "johnnie can I ask you something?" you say biting your lip. "sure what's up".

"who was the person you wrote zombie about?" you said, ripping off the bandaid. at first he opened his mouth but then shut it again looking away, even in the dark you are noticing how he is getting flushed. "johnnie?", he didn't answer and instead put his arms under yours and held you for a soft hug, " it's you y/n, I wrote it about you" the hug lingered for awhile just like the silence in the air.

"johnnie I feel the same" you say after the hug finishes. "wait, really?", you take his hands in your own, "yes, really". he says nothing but then leans in for a soft kiss that you reciprocate, his hands gently fall onto your waist, as your kiss started turning more intense johnnie pulls away taking you off guard, "wait, before we carry on its my turn to ask a question" you make a confused face. "can I call you my girlfriend?" you let out a little laugh, "yes, yes yes yes!!" you say as you leaned in again, and this time you can feel his smile through each and every kiss.

❣

[daveth-isnt-dead]

Overlock Stitch Part 2/?

Summary:

Viktor is just trying his best to survive his years as a student at the academy when a girl studying textiles suddenly begs him to let her tailor his uniform. She is right, it doesn't fit, but he isn't in the business of accepting charity from strangers. "Please?" She asks, "It would be fully anonymous on your part and we would both be better off." Then again, but with feeling, "please?" Viktor eyes her again and against his better judgement, presents an undeserved olive branch, "Will you be here tomorrow?" Her smile is so wide it almost makes him want to recoil. He wonders if her cheeks hurt.

Contains: Third person POV, She/Her Pronouns for reader

Word Count: 5,311

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She manages to shove her embarrassment down long enough to get the photos taken, organising them into a neat stack and then leaving them on her worktable for later. Viktor has gone back to not talking very much at all, wordlessly adjusting his stance for her photos but otherwise just peering down at her quietly. His eyes are coolly intelligent and piercing, she has to avoid making eye contact or she completely looses her focus.

Her hands shake when she picks up her pins, sticking a few into the pincushion on her wrist for easier access, "I'll start with your shirt, if that's alright."

Viktor nods and continues watching intently as she takes a tentative step forward and reaches for his wrist. She notices his knuckles tighten when her fingers brush against him, but she tries her best to ignore it. The cuffs on his shirt are a touch too long, so she exhales an even breath out through her nose and folds the fabric of his sleeve up under itself so she can raise the cuff and pin along the seam-line.

Her voice shakes, but talking makes her feel less nervous, "It's best to make all the alterations against the existing seam, that way no one can tell you've had any tailoring done at all." she grabs a few more pins from her pincushion and works to adjust the loose fabric around his elbow, "That's why most of my classmates prefer to do design work, because if you're a good tailor, no one will ever notice you."

Viktor hums at that, it's a pleasant sound. Oddly warm.

Since he doesn't seem to mind her talking, she keeps doing it, "The forearm of your shirt fits pretty well, but the upper arm will need some work. Just-" her brow furrows as she pins along the seam all the way up his arm, "Just try to stay still, I haven't um, I haven't had much of a chance to do alterations on a person."

"Ah, I am a test subject, then?"

She isn't sure if that was supposed to be a joke, but it makes her laugh and she lets it, "I suppose so? Most of the other students I've done work for only ask for cosmetic alterations, minor, usually. I've had plenty of practice on mannequins though, so just don't breathe and it'll be fine."

This time Viktor laughs, a gentle chuckle the rises up and out from his chest. Hearing it is like an achievement in and of itself and she can't help the shy smile that tugs at the corners of her lips.

"Hey, no laughing either or you'll get a pin in the ribs."

He exhales an amused breath and then says, "Yes, of course, my apologies."

She moves onto his second arm, feeling much more confident this time. Part of her wants to express just how grateful she is that Viktor even agreed to meeting with her today, but anxiety churning in her gut worries about coming on too strong, too desperate. So she keeps her mouth shut, adjusting his cuff and then pinning up the length of his arm the same as the previous.

"There." She says, quietly admiring her own handiwork, "Much better already. Um, I will need you to hop down from the platform for just a moment, I won't be able to reach your shoulders while you're up there."

As before, Viktor follows her directions quickly and without complaint, she does notice the way he braces his cane on the floor before stepping down and tries her best to avert her eyes when his brows draw together in what is clearly a wince of pain. She resists the urge to apologise again, because she gets the sense he doesn't like when she does that, even though the word sorry escapes her more often than breath does. Like it's perpetually waiting in her lungs.

"Thank you." She says instead, which is marginally better. Viktor just nods in response.

Her heart jumps a little when she steps towards him again, assessing his waistcoat first. It's too long, and loose around his chest. It will need quite a bit of work, and presuming the shirt underneath is the same size, it will need just about the same amount. She hums, eyeing the upward jut of his left shoulder, debating if she can account for his uneven stance when pinning just to save herself from having to ask any invasive questions. In the end, she decides against it, getting the job done properly will be worth the momentary embarrassment. No matter how much her hands shake at the thought.

"I'll need your shoulders at neutral when I'm pinning, or it will end up wonky." She begins shakily, wringing her hands together. Then, with trepidation she adds, "will you be alright to stand without your cane for a few minutes?"

Viktor tilts his head back and forth, weighing the question before giving her a curt nod.

"Okay!" She says, relieved that he didn't seem at all offended by her question and reaching out to take the cane from him.

The moment her fingers brush against it, Viktor yanks back from her, every muscle in his body tensing, his eyes fiery and jaw set in a challenging line. The inhale and exhale of his breath is sharp, a furious punch of his chest and the grip he has on the cane turns his knuckles white.

She has no idea how to break the thick and painful silence, her hand still half raised in the air because she is worried that even lowering it back to her side might seem like a threat. Her mouth opens and closes, as she tries to figure out what she has done wrong, what to say or do to fix this. The arch of his brow is dangerous, threatening, but with her eyes locked to his in a frozen panic, she can't help but notice how pretty their colour is. Even if the intensity of his gaze makes her nearly want to turn and run from the room.

"Never take it from me." He hisses between gritted teeth, "You Pilties think that you can just take whatever you want whenever you want, but you cannot ever take this from me, do you understand? Never."

Her heart thumps wildly in her chest and she suddenly remembers yesterday when he asked if she thought he was dangerous. He is all sharp angles, looming over her with a posture that screams violence. But he doesn't move, he just keeps on staring at her and maybe because she takes the time to look, she thinks that she sees something like fear hiding behind his eyes.

She takes a deep breath and tries to keep her voice even when she says, "I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry."

He doesn't offer false platitudes, doesn't tell her that it's fine, or that she doesn't need to apologise. Doesn't insinuate that there will be no harm done so long as she offers him a favour in return for his silence, instead he bites a quick, "Do not do that again." and it's equal parts refreshing and terrifying.

"Yes, I won't. I'm sorry"

The tension leaves his shoulders a little, but she can tell he is still wound tight, "Go get the stool." He says quickly, inclining his head towards the tall stool by Eliza's project. She does as asked, bringing it over and placing it next to him. He leans the cane against it, well within arm's reach. It's only now, when the intensity in the room has begun to dissipate, that she realises exactly what she did when she snatched his cane from him. It's not just an object, it is his mobility and she had just tried to take it away without permission.

She picks at her cuticles, once again getting the sense that a plethora of apologies will not have the desired effect, not matter how desperately she wants to let them loose. Instead she takes a deep breath in through her nose and endeavours to prove that she is at least capable of not making the same mistake twice, "Is it alright if I get back to doing the alterations?" she asks quietly, adding on a quick, "You can leave if you want, I'd understand if you did."

"No. I'd rather you finish what you started." Viktor answers, short sharp and polite enough but no politer.

Relief rushes through her, not an irreparable mistake, then. She's so glad. Even though she offered for him to leave, she has no idea what she would have done if he had. So she doesn't bother wasting time on hypotheticals, instead she clamps a couple of pins between her teeth and positions herself on top of the platform behind Viktor to get a better look at his waistcoat, "Stay still, just like before." she slurs around the pins in her mouth, quickly working to adjust the seams across the width of his shoulders. He needs a good inch removed before the hemline sits at the appropriate spot on his hips and she is quick to pin both sides evenly.

"Much better." She says quietly to herself, "Would you mind taking your waistcoat off now? Then I can pin your shirt and you'll be free to stand with your cane again."

He doesn't reply, just starts carefully removing the garment, being sure not to poke himself with any of the pins on the sleeves of his shirt. When removed, Viktor hangs the waistcoat on the same stool where his cane is resting and then returns to standing straight.

"You're okay to keep standing a little longer, right?" She ventures cautiously, "You aren't in any pain?"

Viktor scoffs, "I am always in some degree of pain." one of his hands waves through the air in a vague gesture, "Though if it ever becomes noteworthy, I will be sure to inform you."

A hot lick of shame travels up the length of her spine and she can't help wondering why she had even asked such a stupid question. Her mouth begins to form the shape the word sorry-

"I would prefer you did not apologise." Viktor says before she gets the chance, "If you were to apologise for all the things wrong with me we would be here all day."

"Oh." Is all she is able to say. She doesn't much like his assertion that there is something wrong with him, multiple somethings, even, but she can't even begin to formulate a sentence that could properly convey that without making things worse somehow. So she doesn't bother trying, "I won't then."

Viktor nods once, "Good."

She wordlessly begins pinning the excess fabric on his shirt. His shoulders are quite broad, at least proportionally, it's honestly a shame that he has been walking around in such an ill-fitting uniform for so long. She tries not to think about it too much, but even now she can tell that he will look quite captivating in properly tailored garments.

It's only when she steps back down from the platform and returns to his front that she realises how much of a relief it was standing behind him. Viktor's eyes unsettle her with their summer-gold brilliance. His gaze is so sharp and intelligent that it feels like her insides are being slowly unspooled anytime she gains enough confidence to meet it.

"Okay, your shoulders are all done." She says quietly.

Viktor quickly grabs his cane again, settling into what is clearly a more comfortable stance. She doesn't talk much when she works on pinning the sides of his shirt, only once to ask him to put his waistcoat back on so she can pin that too. Then twice to make sure he stays still while she pins up the side of his ribcage. As close as she is standing, she can hear the rasp of his breath in his chest, the way it shudders out from him on each exhale. She really isn't used to tailoring clothes for strangers, her hands shake from the proximity and her heart thunders in her chest when she accidentally brushes her knuckles against the side of his waist.

"Sorry." She mutters before she can stop it.

Viktor sounds tired when he replies, "Please just be careful."

"O-Of course, sorry"

"And stop apologising."

She flinches, "Yes, sorry-"

Viktor says her name, it's the first time he has done it, she half thought he may have forgotten what it was. She pauses in the middle of adjusting his waistline, peering up at him. They are very close to each-other, so close that she can see how well bitten his lips are, notice the length of his eyelashes.

"You are like a frightened little mouse, has anyone ever told you that before?" He asks.

She feels her cheeks flushing, "Y-Yes, though never so kindly."

Viktor hums, she is close enough that she hears the sound rumble through his chest, "Are you nearly finished?"

"Oh! Yes! Nearly!" She quickly returns her hands to task, "Just a pin or two on this side and then I can move onto your trousers."

The quiet returns like a blanket, the silence awkward and heavy. She feels the urge to break it, to talk aloud to herself just to fill the void with something. She doesn't instead she just chews on her lower lip as she finishes adjusting the seams under Viktor's left arm.

"Done?" He asks.

She nods, "Yes, thank you. Would you mind hopping back up onto the platform? Just so I don't have to lay down on the floor to get at your ankles."

Mercifully, that makes Viktor smile, just a little. It's barely a tug at the corners of his mouth, but she drinks it down anyway. He doesn't offer a response, though, just returns to his spot on the platform and watches her intently as she grabs a few more pins and sticks them into her pincushion.

"Your trousers do seem especially loose." Now that his waistcoat sits at the right spot she can see his belt tugged tightly around his hips to keep them from falling down, "Could you take your belt off? I'll start there."

Viktor seems apprehensive at first, but then does as asked. He lays the belt over the seat of the stool he was resting his cane against before. Without the belt, the waistband of the trousers gape almost wide open, many many inches of extra fabric. She tries not to think too much about how slim his hips are, swallowing thickly as she begins to adjust the sides and back of the waistband so it will at least stay up.

Nervously, she starts talking, "Um, technically, the uniform trousers should be worn with braces, not a belt. We should have a couple laying around in the back of the workshop, we have a lot of abandoned accessories." She sucks in a breath as she pins the right side of his trousers tight, the base of her palm brushing against his protruding hipbone, "They probably won't be the right colour, but so long as you don't take off your waistcoat no one will notice."

Viktor scoffs, lifting his right arm to give her more space at his hip, "And what would I owe you?"

She peers up at him, he has his head turned away from her, his jaw tight, "Nothing! I promise! People just leave them behind and don't come back for them, we even have a couple from the theatre department that they don't need anymore." she exhales an uneven breath and starts working to adjust the seams down the side of his thigh, "And I suppose if someone does notice, I can just tell them I lost it, it wouldn't be a big deal."

Viktor doesn't respond for a long time, she makes it all the way down to his knee before he does, "I suppose I will take them, then."

She lets out a relieved sigh, "That's good. I'm glad."

He stays quiet again while she pins down the rest of his leg. She does note that he favours the left one, so she is very careful when manipulating the fabric on his right. He shifts uncomfortably once or twice, but doesn't tell her to stop and he did promise to tell her if his pain was noteworthy, so all she can do is take him at his word and assume that he is fine. When she is at his ankles, she quickly grabs her low stool and places it at the edge of the platform to make the last few pins a bit easier.

She eyes the tight fabric at his calves, now that the seams have been adjusted, chewing on her lower lip when she realises that an idea has struck and there is no way to tell if it is a good one or a bad one. Inserting the last pin at the cuff on his right leg, she inhales a deep breath and forces herself to remember why she is here.

"Do you have trouble getting your trousers on and off?" She blurts before she can regret it.

Viktor glares down at her, "Excuse me?"

She panics, "The ankles of your trousers will be much tighter when I finish the alterations, if you already struggle to get them on and off, it will be far more difficult now and- and I think I have something I can do to help. If that's okay?"

"I agreed to let you tailor my uniform." Viktor says firmly, "Nothing more."

Her pulse rushes, the words just keep coming, "I just want to help, I promise! My father lost an arm in a skirmish seven years ago and I started modifying his clothing for him, first just for appearances and then eventually for convenience, to make it easier for him to undress on his own." She explains, hoping that her reasoning will make more sense to him now, that he will understand that she isn't trying to mock him or pity him.

Viktor scowls, and it is not the reaction she was expecting, "A skirmish." He bites, his posture suddenly looming and sharp all over again, "Your father must be an enforcer, then."

She can hear the sound of her own heart beating in her ears, her throat turns dry as she peers up at him from the floor, trying to meet the roiling gold fury in his eyes. A familiar lie dances on the tip of her tongue, years of practice make it difficult to ignore, but because he isn't from here, because he doesn't offer candy-coated lies, maybe just because he is Viktor, she finds herself for once telling the truth.

"A skirmish with an enforcer." She corrects, and the words feel clunky and uncomfortable in her mouth.

For a beat they just stare at each other, Viktor eyes are suddenly wide and vulnerable, darting frantically across her face as if something in her appearance will make it all make sense. Her hands tremble where they are still gripping the fabric of his trousers and she can almost hear the echo of her heartbeat reverberating through the room. It's a weight off her shoulders, to have told someone, after years of lying and pretending. She isn't sure Viktor understands the significance of it, but she hopes he does.

Viktor's mouth opens and closes a few times, struggling to find his words. Eventually, he says, "Your father, he's…" the words from the undercity go unsaid, but the weight of them still hangs oppressive in there air, she feels like she might choke on them.

"Yes." She answers, averting her eyes, "Y-You can't tell anyone, you know what the people here are like, they'll eat me alive and I'm not-" not brave like you are, she thinks, but that feels far too bold, far too personal, "I just want to finish my studies in peace." Is what she says instead.

~~~

Peering down at her now, Viktor realises that everything begins to make sense. The way she cowers like a mouse as if the world itself is a cat out to get her, the way she desperately tries and fails to fit in, the fact that she dared to speak to him at all, even if it looks like she is preparing to bolt every time she does it.

"Have you even been to Zaun?" He asks, though it is more of a test than a question.

Her brow creases and he expects her to answer what's Zaun? but instead she just says, "No, at least not since I've been old enough to remember."

It was an easy test, but even still, Viktor hadn't really expected her to pass it, "We are not similar at all then, are we?"

She looks thoughtful, for a moment, chewing on her lower lip, "Not in present company, no." she inclines her head to the door, "Out there though, we might as well be neighbours. The line they draw it's-"

"Definitive." He finishes for her, "You are either on one side or the other, Pilties are not big fans of grey area. At least, not when it comes to Zaun."

The expression she offers him next is half a smile, half a wince, "Yeah, they aren't"

Viktor isn't sure how he is supposed to feel about her, part of him rushes upward from somewhere deep in his stomach, desperate to fall to his knees and plead for her to show him something, anything that reminds him of home, to let her shaking hands sink into his chest and hold his heart tightly between them. The other part, the intelligent part, the part he actually has control over, begs him to not break his composure. She isn't like him, not really. Her breath is even and clear, her lungs expand and recede in great, nervous gulps that his own would stutter and rattle the whole way through. Aside from her nervous disposition, unkempt hair and overall mousy appearance, there is nothing that truly others her from the other topsiders. That makes the third part of him, the loudest part, want to bare his teeth, to grab her by the throat and shake her for daring to share his heritage but nothing else, for having working lungs and working legs, for having anything to hide behind.

"Viktor?" She whispers quietly, her brows pinched together in what he can only interpret in concern.

He makes a choice then, a middle ground. Gripping tightly to the handle of his cane, he asks, "What kind of, help were you offering, exactly?"

She brightens just a little, he really only notices it in her eyes, the way they shine.

"I can alter the inseam of your trousers for you, so that you can undo them at the ankle." She jumps from her stool and moves quickly over to her worktable, digging quickly through an open sewing kit, "I have snap fasteners, they're easier to undo than buttons and I can very easily hide them in your inseam, no one would ever see them, but it should make things easier for you."

She steps back over to him, slowly and holds out a small metal tin. Inside Viktor can see a collection of small rings, various pieces that must combine together to make the fastener.

"Show me." Viktor finds himself responding, pushing the tin back towards her, "Where would they go?"

She blinks at him again, a nervous little smile tugging at her lips that makes him feel slightly better, "Y-Yes! Of course!" She crouches down and reaches out with a finger, running it gently up the inside of his right leg, stopping halfway up his calf. His skin prickles at the sensation, even through the fabric of his trousers, "So it would be from the cuff up to here, I'll loosen the seam on the outside of the leg to offer more space on the inside, unpick the inseam and add a series of snap fasteners the whole way up. They just snap shut, and all you should need to do to undo them is tug on either side of the fabric." She grabs the inside of his trousers, tugging quickly twice, "Just like that."

Even loose as they are, it has been a struggle to work his leg in and out the ankles of the trousers. Especially now that the weather has turned cold. He shifts his foot slightly, feeling how tight the tailoring will leave the garment and feels a familiar angry ache building in his gut, picturing himself struggling into his own clothes every morning. He peers down at her again, at her wide, expectant eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, with nerves or with something else, her poorly styled hair coming loose from it's up-do and strands of it are hanging loose around her face. Nothing in her expression is mocking, or pitying, if anything she looks hopeful.

"Would it…take much longer?" He asks.

Her smile is back in full force, the one that makes her mouth seem too big for her face, the achingly bright one, "Not at all! Maybe an extra hour at most."

Viktor darts his eyes to the clock on the wall, he would like to get some studying done today, "If I return before sunset, would it be finished?"

"Yes, yes! Absolutely it would." She lets out a laugh that sounds nearly exhilarated, "Thank you so much for trusting me, it means- well, I guess it means everything."

It might just have been so long since he has seen someone so passionate about what they do, but a smile tugs at the corner of Viktor mouth, unbidden, "Now, now. I never agreed, did I?"

Her mouth snaps shut, eyes widening.

He laughs and puts a stop to her fretting before it starts, "Don't worry, I was just teasing, you have my permission."

She laughs now, loudly, inelegantly. It's only halfway through her fit that she catches herself, hiding her mouth behind a hand, "Sorry. Sorry. I'm just so relieved." she takes a deep breath, holding a hand to her chest to calm down, "Thank you again, I mean it."

Viktor shrugs, "Eh, I did not really do anything."

She snorts then and Viktor finds himself enamoured by it, "You let me do some actual alterations for once, it's important to me at least." Then, as if remembering something, her eyebrows jump, "Oh! just a second." She darts back over to the sewing kit and returns with what Viktor recognises as a seam-ripper, "I'll quickly undo the inseam on your trousers now, that way it will be easier for you to take them off before you leave."

She returns to her stool, shuffling forward so she can more easily get her hands between his legs. Viktor turns his head to the side, finding the proximity easier to deal with if he doesn't have to actually look at her. He's already learned that she talks when she is nervous, so he isn't surprised when she starts speaking again, but oddly, he finds he doesn't mind it much at all.

"I started using the snap fasteners for my father, because they are much easier for him to do up and undo with only one arm. My mother used to help him with his clothes, and she didn't mind doing it, but his independence meant a lot to him and I wanted to help."

Curiosity gets the better of him and Viktor asks, "Did he tell you much about the undercity?"

"A lot, actually." He feels her moving to pick some stitches further up his leg, "I think he misses it, but he hasn't had much of a chance to go back. My mother works and I'm studying here, it just, makes it easier if we don't really talk about it."

Viktor feels himself bristle at that, the angry part of him that is always so loud rears its ugly head again, "Do you have no pride in your heritage?" he spits, and only half regrets it.

She laughs bitterly, inclining her head towards the door again, "Not nearly enough to make it worthwhile facing all of them "

Viktor scoffs, "You're a coward, then."

"I know" She replies quietly, "and you aren't."

Viktor is surprised how much he likes that assertion. He has heard from a few misguided, well meaning topsiders how brave he is for being here, but the meaning is different. How brave he must be, they say, to live the way he has for so long, how fucking brave he is to walk around with a limp and a cane, how hard his life must have been.

That is not what she is saying and he knows it. How brave you are, she says, to put up with all this Piltie, obfuscating, bullshit, day after day. How brave you are to not have already ripped their throats out with your teeth, to not have set this entire building on fire. That is what she thinks he is brave for and that feels good.

"All done." She says softly, unpicking the last stitch, "Just, um, just be careful not to tear it, or poke yourself with any of the pins." she gestures to a section of the room closed off by a curtain, "You can change in there and just leave the uniform with me on the way out."

~~~

She watches silently as Viktor walks to the changing room, grabbing his bag on the way and slinging it over his shoulder. Once he is out of sight, she takes a long, deep breath in through her nose and tries to calm her breathing. This could have gone better, but it could also have gone a lot worse. She sighs, peering shyly at the curtain Viktor is changing behind. One day she will be able to give something back, re-open her father's shop, do something that matters something more than frivolities, more than lace and silk.

Quietly, she starts tidying her leftover pins and returning them to her workbench. Then she removes the canvas cover from her sewing machine, it's much fancier than the one she has at home, not as loud as she works the pedal. She had gotten so used to the way her father's old machine would stick, how it would sometimes catch and tangle on loose threads. This newer thing, she keeps waiting for it to bite her, for it to realise she is different the same way her classmates did so quickly.

Her head snaps at the sound of the curtain being pulled back, and the sight of Viktor emerging in something other than his uniform. Whatever he is wearing clearly wasn't purchased in Piltover, it's mostly brown and green, with a few purple touches here and there. More importantly than any of that, other than the trousers being a few inches too short, it fits him perfectly. Her eyes dart to the narrow dip of his waist, the broad stretch of his shoulders. She had been right, he is captivating.

All she can do is watch as he steps back over to her, holding out the neatly folded pile of his uniform, "Just before sunset, yes?" he clarifies.

She swallows, taking the pile from him, "Y-Yes, that's right. I'll be here."

"Alright." Viktor leans down just a little, enough that his eyes meet hers, "Then I will see you later, Myšičko"

Her heart thunders behind her ribs and she clutches his uniform tightly to her chest, watching as he turns on his heel and heads back out the door, desperate to ask what he had just called her, but too shocked to get the words out.

The door clicks shut behind him and she hopes not just to see him later, but to see him again and again and again.

[themultifandomgal]

Can I get a little something with either Kelly Severide or Matt Casey please where he sees the readers baby bump for the first time? Perhaps it becomes really prominent and he soon becomes obsessed with it

Kelly Severide- Little Baby Bump

YN and Severide wanted to have a baby for a while. They knew that as soon as they got married they would try for a baby, but unfortunately for them it took a lot longer than they thought for them to conceive. A year later after trying YN started to have pregnancy symptoms like morning sickness, swollen breasts, tiredness.. etc. Of course Kelly was immediately at the nearest shop to get some pregnancy tests and got home in record time. Within a few minutes they were celebrating the fact that they were going to be parents.

That was 5 months ago and while YN has been looking a little bloated there wasn't a prominent baby bump until today. The weather in Chicago has been rather nice recently, so YN gets dressed into a maxi dress. What she doesn't realise is that the dress being tight fitting shows off her small baby bump. YN leaves her shared bedroom with Kelly and heads downstairs into the living room where Kelly is sat watching the TV

"Is it just me or is it really warm?" YN asks

"Just you babe. Well it's warm, but not..." Kelly stops when he sees his wife. Kelly looks at her little bump

"What? Is their a stain on my dress" YN goes to look down

"No it's just, your bump is showing"

"What?" Kelly takes YN's hand and guides her back upstairs to their bedroom where there is a full length mirror "Kel what are you..."

"Look" Kelly stands behind YN rubbing her little bump "our little baby is in there"

"We've waited a long time for this" a tear falls from YNs eyes.

That night YN and Kelly lay in bed together, Kelly rubbing her bump ever so slightly before sitting up and little and then leaning down

"Hey little one. Mummy and daddy can't wait to meet you. Tomorrow we're going to paint your bedroom, well I am. Mummy is going to keep out of the room because of the fumes instead she's going to sort out the millions of clothes she's bought" Kelly laughs making YN chuckles. Kelly lays back down on his back, YN turns over so that she can lay on Kelly's chest

"I love you Kel"

"I love you too" Kelly replies before they both fall asleep.

The following day Kelly, Matt and Jay go upstairs to build the baby furniture and paint the walls while YN and Gabby sort through the already washed baby clothes and the ones that need to be washed. Again the weather is warm so YN is wearing another maxi dress with the air con on. She notices Gabby shiver a little

"Sorry if it's to cold, I've just been so hot"

"No it's ok don't worry"

"I'll grab you a jacket" YN gets up smoothing down her dress

"I bet Severide is excited about being a dad"

"Very. Last night he spoke to the bump, then all night he would either be holding my bump or stroking it a little" YN grabs a jacket off the back of the dinning room chair and hands it to Gabby

"You guys are so sweet. Your going to be amazing parents. Just remember I am godmother" Gabby jokes

"Of course. You want a drink? Bet the boys will want a beer"

"I'll just have a soda"

"Ok" YN goes into her kitchen and opens up the fridge grabbing 2 sodas, one for her and one for Gabby. She then grabs 3 beers for the boys upstairs. YN takes the beers let's Gabby know her soda is in the kitchen while YN takes up 3 beers.

YN opens up the nursery room looking at the sweaty men in front of her

"Beer anyone? It's cold"

"Thank you YN" Matt walks over to her smiling

"What are you doing in here? The fumes..."

"Won't hurt for a couple of minutes. The rooms looking good" Kelly wraps his arm around YN's waist rubbing his thumb up and down against her bump slightly

"How's the clothes folding coming along?" Jay asks taking his own beer

"Ok rather be in here helping you guys, but I'm way too hot" YN chuckles "I better get back downstairs, left Gabby folding"

"We'll be down in a bit" Kelly presses his lips to YN's forehead before kneeling down to place a kiss on her bump.

Since YN started showing, Kelly has been constantly touching and kissing the bump. Basically he's obsessed. Kelly is going to be one of the most amazing dads ever.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Hi again, same anon that asked for the ovulating reader thing. I wouldn't mind either but if you could do maybe a mix of both like fluffy at first and it leads to smut that would be great!!😊

I hope you like itttt! :)

Pieces of you - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You're extra needy of Ethan's attention.

A/N: TWO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT. I feel like I've been slacking a little lately lol. I'll be updating my masterlist tomorrow with everything that isn't already on it:)

Ethan had just gotten his own apartment, and you pretty much moved in with him almost immediately. He never wanted you to leave, because he loved waking up next to you. He’d gotten used to all the cute little random things you like to do and became more familiar with your emotions as he spent all his free time with you. But today, you were acting differently. He couldn’t figure you out.

When you woke up from a nap, you walked out of the bedroom to see Ethan on the couch watching a movie.

“Why’d you leave me in there?” you asked.

You fell asleep with him spooning you, because you needed him around you.

“I’m sorry babe. I wasn’t tired and I didn’t want to wake you up,” he said, as you sat down on his lap.

You snuggled into him as he sat there, your head laying on his chest.

“I missed you,” you said, taking in his scent. “The body wash you use smells amazing on you.”

He laughed a little at your comment, wrapping his arm around you. He focused on the movie he was watching, but you wanted him to focus on you.

You traced your fingers over his shirt-covered abs, as he started to wiggle. The movement of his hips made you gasp.

“You’re tickling me,” he laughed, as you stopped moving your fingers.

You sat there in silence for a few minutes, but he could tell something was bothering you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t know, I just…I feel weird today,” you said, “Can we talk? Like, about anything. I don’t care if its school.”

“Uh,” he said, pausing the tv, “sure, baby. I’m going to be really busy with school next semester, I hope you don’t mind.”

You did mind, but that’s probably just your hormones talking.

“What new classes are you taking?” you asked, placing a kiss to his chest.

As he spoke, you couldn’t help but admire the sound of his voice, and the way his words vibrated through his chest as he talked.

“Are you listening, baby?” he asked, trying to look down at you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. What did you say?” you asked, as your hand rubbed up and down his chest.

“I was asking what you have going on after break’s over. What classes are you taking?” he asked, his hand running along your hip. The simple action wasn’t meant to be anything more than sweet, but it was starting to drive you crazy.

“Oh, um, I’m not really sure. I’ll check later and let you know.” You said, his hand movements really getting to you. “Can you stop rubbing my hip like that?”

He stopped his actions, feeling confused.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t know you didn’t like it,” he said, holding his hand still.

“I love it, but you just can’t do it right now,” you said, holding on to him.

Ethan sat there, still confused, trying to figure out what was going on.

“You haven’t eaten anything yet, do you want to go get some food?” he asked, gently scooting you off him to stand up. “I’m starting to get really hungry, and we forgot to go grocery shopping.”

The only thing you were hungry for was him, but you decided to get up too.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said, slipping on your sneakers as he grabbed his keys.

You sat in the passenger’s seat struggling to sit still. You really missed the loss of contact, but you also didn’t want your boyfriend to starve.

“Do you want to go to a sit-down restaurant, or you want fast food?” he asked, as his hand rested on your thigh.

“Oh, um, I don’t know. Whatever you want, babe,” you said, watching his hand rub up and down your thigh.

“You okay with Olive Garden? I really want some pasta,” he said, glancing over to you before focusing on the road in front of him.

“That’s fine,” you said, as he took a left turn towards the restaurant.

Once you got there, you took a seat across from him at the table. The waitress was quick with your drink order, but you felt like the food was taking forever.

“You want a breadstick?” he asked, taking a bite. “They’re so good.”

“Sure,” you said, finally deciding to eat something.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay? If I did something, you’d tell me, right?” he asked, as the food was finally sat in front of us.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just a little needy today,” you said, twirling the spaghetti noodles around on your fork.

“It’s okay, I like you being all cozy with me,” he said, as he started to eat his food. “Fuck, this tastes amazing.”

You started to realize that if you didn’t fuck him soon, you might actually lose your mind. He grabbed your hand on top of the table as you talked about the things you wanted to do for the rest of the break.

“Babe, can we get out of here soon?” you asked, looking for the waitress.

“We can take the rest to go,” he said with a smile as his fingers played with yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you smiled, as the waitress walked over to give Ethan the check.

On the way home, his hand was back on your thigh. His thumb was rubbing circles against you, and you finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“We need to get back home,” you said, stopping his hand.

“Why, babe? I was thinking we could go to this cute overlook. I brought a blanket, and we can cuddle while the sun sets,” he said, and you started to feel bad because it was so sweet and romantic…but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“If you don’t take me home and fuck me, we’re going to have to do it in your car. I need it, baby,” you said, your pleading eyes connected with his.

“Is this what’s been bothering you all day? You just need me to fuck you?” he smirked, starting his hand movements on your leg again. “All you had to do was ask, babe. You know I love it.”

“I’ve been trying to hold back all day,” you said, gasping as he squeezed your thigh.

“Don’t ever hold back again, okay?” he said, as he turned into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

You both got out of the car and hurried up the stairs to his door. When you made it inside, you grabbed his hand, pulling him to his room. You stripped out of your clothes in seconds as Ethan stood there, watching you. You started to get impatient as you walked over to him, lifting his shirt over his head. His lips connected with yours as he unhooked his belt and slid his pants down his thighs.

“I guess you really do need it,” he said, as your hand stroked his cock through his boxers.

“So bad,” you mumbled against his lips.

You led him back to the bed, lightly shoving him so he’d fall back. You straddled him, grinding your wet pussy against his clothed cock. You lifted off him a little, to pull him out of his boxers so you could have him inside of you.

“Baby, wait,” he said, as you whimpered. “If you want to skip the foreplay that’s fine, but at least let me stretch you out with my fingers. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay, but no teasing. I can’t take it right now,” you said, as he flipped you over to have better access to your dripping pussy.

He slid one of his fingers inside of you, gasping as you started to clench around him immediately. He started to move it in and out of you before adding another.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out, finally getting the attention where you desperately needed it.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you for a few minutes, as you started to whine.

“Okay, I think that’s good. I need to ride you,” you said, the eagerness in your voice making him laugh.

“What has gotten into you?” he asked, smirking.

You didn’t answer as he laid back, and you resumed your position on top of him. You lined him up to your entrance before slowly sinking down onto him.

“Fuck,” he gasped, loving the feeling of you around him.

You started to move as his hands started to roam your chest. You whined out as he softly pinched your nipples. You leaned down to kiss him as you grinded on him, his own hips starting to thrust into yours.

You were a moaning mess within minutes, and your brain started to get foggy with pleasure.

When you sat back up to ride him again, your hand went to your clit, rubbing circles against it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, as he helped you rock your hips.

You kept rubbing your clit, and kept trying to get close to an orgasm, but you couldn’t get there. You started to get really frustrated, tears welling up in your eyes at the disappointment.

“Hey, what’s wrong, babe?” Ethan asked, wiping the single tear off your cheek.

“I need to cum, but I can’t,” you whined, as you tried even harder to get there.

“Maybe it’s just the position. Want to try another one?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess,” you said, sliding him out of you.

You felt empty as you waited for him to tell you what to do.

“Let me fuck you from behind, baby. That always makes you cum,” he said, as you got in the position.

He groaned as your ass was stuck up in the air, your pussy craving him. He wasted no time as he started to thrust into you, as his other hand snaked around to rub your clit.

“Fuuuuck,” you whimpered, as the tip of his cock repeatedly hit that special spot inside of you.

“That feel better?” Ethan asked, as your arms spread out on the bed in front of you.

“Yes,” you mewled into the sheets.

He started to move faster, knowing how desperately you needed it. Loud moans were flying out of your mouth as you finally started to feel like you were getting close. Your hips moved back to meet his with each thrust, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, his free hand running over the curve of your ass.

Your hands were balled into fists as you gripped the sheets, your impending orgasm quickly building.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” you cried out, the feeling starting to wash over you.

Ethan watched you pull at the sheets as you started to shake underneath of him, the sight making him close to his own orgasm. Your walls fluttered around him, your incoherent babbling making him laugh, until those laughs turned to groans.

“God baby, your pussy feels amazing,” he moaned, as he reached that peak.

He pulled out, painting your lower back with his release. He kept his hands on your ass while he caught his breath.

“Thank you, babe,” you said, as you relaxed your grip on the sheets.

“You’re welcome,” he said, grabbing a towel to clean your lower back.

“Can we cuddle?” you asked, getting underneath the comforter.

“Of course, baby,” he said crawling in beside you.

He ran his fingers over your bare back as he held you against him. He loved the special, intimate moments he got to have with you, especially right after sex. It makes him happy to make you feel good.

“Hey, Ethan?” you said, looking up at him.

“What’s up?” he asked, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Can we watch the sunset tomorrow night? I thought it was really sweet that you wanted to do that.”

He smiled at your words, “We can watch the sunset every single day if you wanted to.”

[bardoftheshire]

Sick Days

Lemon and Tangerine x GN! Reader (Platonic)

Summary; You've worked with the twins for years now, and whilst they are sharp and get things done rather well, they do have a tendancy to constantly get eachother, including you, sick.

Notes; Sorry I haven't been very active. I promise I'll get to those asks soon but this popped into my head and I just really needed to write a full fic.

Warnings; Some cursing and mentions of taking over the counter medicine.

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"Achoo!"

"Bloody fuckin'-hell mate, cover your fuckin' mouth when you sneeze," Tangerine scoffs.

The three of you have been sick since your last mission in Bolivia, you're assuming that one of the twins got coughed on or something, because as always--they were the first to get ill.

And just as always, you were the ones to take care of them at first until you finally got ill.

The first week was horrible.

Tangerine's constant bitching and moaning about how he wanted to be back on missions but still complaining about how he felt like shit, that his nose and body hurt, how his throat was sore, and how terrible of a headache he had. Then he would be upset that Lemon was sitting down bundled up on the couch watching Thomas and Friends and how he wouldn't let Tangerine watch his West Ham game on the television.

Lemon wasn't as bad as Tangerine when it came to getting sick though. Lemon only complained once or twice, every now and then but it wasn't constant. Lemon would only ask if you could bring him a pot of tea if you weren't too busy and maybe some blankets. He was content and hell, he'd even admit happy that he didn't have to go on missions for a few weeks.

And then you got sick.

So now its just been constant sneezing, coughing, sniffling, and groaning. The amount of tissues and tea the three of you have been going through is insane, and you're still the one doing medicine runs.

"Piss off mate, I'll do whatever the fuck I want," Lemon says after blowing his nose.

"If either one of you bicker and babble to eachother again I will personally shoot the both of you in the face," You groan.

You hear a grumble and mutter from Tangerine but don't bother with him because it'll only worsen your already terrible migraine.

You walk to the kitchen, grabbing your favourite mug along with some clove and ginger tea, popping the teabag in and pouring the hot water you had just boiled over it into the mug.

"You did it wrong," Tangerine says, a look of annoyance on his face.

"I'm really not in the mood for your bullshit Tan. If you want it done right then you make it yourself you prick," You bite back, proceeding to the living area.

You walk to the couch Lemon was sitting on, one of his legs taking up the whole couch.

Once he looks away from the television and sees you, he removes his leg and opens up the blankets he was under, inviting you to sit with him in his cozy spot, to which you gladly accept.

You sit comfortably next to Lemon, handing him your mug so he can set it down on the tissue covered side table. I'll have to clean that up later, you thought to yourself.

"Feeling any better, y/n?" Lemon asks.

"Sort of. I've still got a god awful headache and my nose is still runny, but its better than I was a couple days ago so the medicine is working at least. How about you?"

"I'm still stuffy but its beginning to slow down now, I'm glad this bloody thing is starting to bug off already," Lemon replies.

"It's my turn on the telly, let me watch th- Achoo! Fuckin' hell!" Tangerine says, a twinge of annoyance in his voice as he complains like a child.

You and Lemon look at eachother, sighing and deciding to let Tangerine watch his game so he stops whining.

"Fine, but only if you promise to stop bitching, okay?" You say, handing Tangerine the television remote and scooting closer to Lemon to make room for him to sit with you two.

"Hey Tan, who's playing West Ham?" Lemon asks, voice still slightly hoarse.

"Man City today, tomorrow its Brentford. Why?" Tangerine responds, eyes glued to the television as he switches it to the correct channel.

Lemon looks at you with a look on his face, then back at Tangerine.

"No reason in particular,"

Manchester City just so happened to be your favourite team. The last time Man City was against West Ham, Man City won. You also happened to be watching the game with the twins that day, and let's just say that Tangerine was not happy that his team had lost and you were happy over it.

It'd been a few years since that game, but you have a feeling that Tangerine would end up being worse than the last time if Man City won again.

Sure, you like it when your team wins, but as of right now you would much prefer it if West Ham won so that way Tangerine doesn't act like a complete bellend. He's easier to anger and agitate now that he's ill.

You all sat on the couch watching the game. Cheers erupted from Tangerine and Lemon whenever West Ham got the ball or made a goal, then a groan of annoyance from Tangerine whenever Man City got the ball or made a goal.

So far it was a 3 - 3 tie with just 3 minutes left of the game, and Tangerine was getting more and more agitated every time Man City took the ball from West Ham.

Once again, Man City taking the ball, then the referee calling over a player and showing them a red card, giving West Ham a free kick for the players offense.

West Ham has the ball now, a free kick. There are 2 minutes left in the game and if they make this shot then the chances of them winning the game are high.

"Bowen takes a free kick, OH MY WORD! A DIRECT FREE KICK GIVING WEST HAM 4 POINTS TOTAL! WHAT A GOAL!"

Cheers and a few coughs come from both Lemon and Tangerine, smiles on their faces. Regardless of their heights, facial hair, voices, jobs even, they still act like children sometimes in both good and bad ways and it makes you smile.

Those last few minutes pass and the game ends, a 4 - 3 score with West Ham beating Manchester City, more cheers erupt from the twins, dopey smiles plastered onto their faces.

Tangerine gets up from the couch to go do something for a minute, leaving you and Lemon sitting on the couch together.

"That was a good game eh? Man City is pretty good too, I'm surprised we even won," Lemon says to you, covering himself back up with the blanket he was sharing with you.

"Great game really! I'm a little bummed though I will admit, but honestly one loss is better than Tan being a prick the entire day," You roll your eyes.

You get up from your cozy spot on the couch and head to the kitchen island, which had a plethora of medicines, syrups, a humidifier, and assortments of teas.

Cough syrup, Tylenol tablets, throat soothing sleepytime tea, chamomile tea, lemon scented vapor rub, allergy syrup, and a new, unopened three pack of tissue boxes.

You groan at the thought of having to drink the terrible tasting allergy and cough syrup again.

"Lem! Tan! Have you guys taken your medicines yet?" You call out to the twins, seeing as Tangerine had just returned to the living area.

Groans emit from the both of them as you give a light chuckle.

The two walk to you, tangerine grabbing the three cups for the syrups, all of your names on one of them to designate which belonged to who.

You pour the cough syrup into your cup at the 120 ml line, holding your nose as you down it to try and get rid of some of the taste, then doing the same with allergy medicine. You open the bottle of Tylenol, grabbing two of the tablets and popping them into your mouth.

You take a gulp of water from your glass then wipe your mouth.

"I'm gonna go into my room and nap, take one of these tissue boxes with you," You say, opening the pack and grabbing a box of tissues for yourself to have.

You walk to your room, opening the door and placing the tissues onto your bedside table, taking one out and blowing your nose, then tossing it into your small trashcan.

You lay in your bed, covering yourself with your blankets and sinking into your mattress.

God I hope I feel better soon.

You fall into a slumber, happy to be resting after nothing but bickering and loud cheers all day.

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Sorry this took a little longer, I wasn't really planning to post it two days ago but tumblr freaked out and did it anyway even though it still wasn't finished, but it is now! I'm trying to post these fics more often and hopefully be more consistent about it. Requests are still currently closed and I'll try to get to the ones that were sent months ago.

[keelt9]

Chapter 9

Masterlist

I practically isolated myself from my cell phone. I keep practicing even when Max is in town, we spend time together and disconnect from the world. Max doesn’t have a race schedule these two weeks and by the third, the same week they are waiting for me at home he has race week.

“I really want to go with you.” Max complains as he closes my suitcase, I leave a day before him. “I mean, Checo can cover me.” I laugh because I already heard that conversation, Checo was more than willing to help. 

“It’s ok, I think it's good practice.” Max raises his eyebrow. “How will our relationship be apart, like really being apart?”

The conversation I had with Liam a couple of days ago shook my head. The federation was ok with this relation as long as it doesn’t interfere with my performance, he said between lines if they see I start to go down for this… They won’t shake their hand to cut me.

I know that. 

“Hey, it’s going to be fine, we’ll figure this out.” He kisses my temple and hugs me, but the breath he holds makes me know he is questioning is the same as me.

On Thursday at 1:00 pm, they set my last examination, that gives me 3 full days to keep practicing, relax and take things calmly.

At home all act pretty normal, congratulate me but not with too much excitement, they know I am playing something big that week and that’s the main topic.

“Feel the air Y/N, don’t rush.” Olivia says standing next to me, I don’t have the sling so everytime I shoot an arrow the bow falls from my hands. I take air and make the release.

The arrow hit the small circle, 10. “Pretty nice shot!” Matt screams as he takes a view of the arrow. “Again!” 

We’ve been practicing for 3 hours with an intense sun, the reason why from time to time we put ice bags in our heads and back for cooling down. My test is tomorrow and we want to be ready for any kind of weather.

We empty our quivers and finish the practice. “Ok, let’s rest, tomorrow you have your big day.” Olivia said as she grabbed the ice bag and put it on her head, she grabbed my hand. “You get through this, don't worry.”

I pressed my lips together, failing means I’m out two years, that’s way too much for an athlete.

“Rest, see you tomorrow.” Matt said, grabbing his bag after picking all the stuff. 

Max is in Baku for the GP of Azerbaijan, the time difference doesn't help. I tried to call him but he will probably be really busy. Even when I tried to stay awake, I felt my body giving up and fell asleep.

<Hectic day, I'll call you as soon as possible. Miss u>

I checked the message as I was eating my breakfast. I didn't hear my father until he made me put down my cell phone. 

“Just focus on the test all right.” He kissed my head. “Don't pout today.” I scoff.

He’s right, I must be really focused and calm. My parents insisted on taking me to the federation, even though I prefer going alone.

“Don't save anything for later.” My mom hugs me before letting me go and Mia can do it too.

“Go Robin Hood girl.” She pushed me towards my father.

“Breath feels the air in your lungs…” He squeezed my cheeks. “And give it a good shot.”

Liam arrives early along with Robert. I put the chest guard on before smiling at the small lion. Robert helps me to adjust the finger tab, I bandage my fingers and with my mind focused on one thing, I can do this.

“Take a couple of minutes, we will talk with the directors.” He gives me my phone. “You can call anyone but after this must be with me, ok?”

I nod while waiting for him to leave the room, I dial the number of Max but he didn't pick the first time, the second time either and by the third time I hear the girls coming.

“Please answer.” I whisper to no one. 

Olvia and Charlotte entered with soft eyes on their faces. “Sorry, we interrupt?” Charlotte asks, my eyes stuck to the phone. 

“No, no.” We don't need words, they hug me showing all their support and love.

“You got this.” Olivia says, patting my shoulder. 

“We are proud of you.” Charlotte completes Olivia's words. 

The test is outdoors; the tents at the side of the shot line, all the equipment tracking with a high precision, ready to go. Same rules as competition just with a “small” twist.

“We want a win” You're kidding me! “Matthew is our best archer now, what better way to prove you are approaching your best moment than to beat the best.” Ana is so relaxed.

“All right.” Liam and Robert smiled, before going  back were the directors, Charlotte, Olivia , the male team and our coaches waiting.

The first round was for him, 4 points of difference. By the second round I took small breaths as we practiced and released, both got the same points. For our last arrow of the round I see him hitting the yellow circle; two seconds later the screen marks 9, he gives me two options, 9 for match, 10 for win.

I pull the bowstring feeling the burn of the shot already, a small breeze makes the keyring move along the arrow flying in the air.  The screen point 10. This round is mine.

I turn to my back seeing Matt smile fist tight, he’s happy. The third round was exhausting, Matt didn't move from 9 and 10, one more time, same scores for both. The last arrow, Matt takes it with clam hitting the 10, I can hear the gasp of Liam even though he's far away, he cage me it's a draw or I lose.

I grip the bow feeling everything in slow motion, I hear the bowstring and feel the small air flush the arrow left, and then all rush.

10, the screen lights on, 10. I’m shaking with adrenaline in my body.

Ana and William walk to the target watching closer the holes, Liam puts his arm around my shoulder. I give all, it's upon them. 

Walking back they keep watching their notes. “Well… that's pretty exciting.” William says taking notes, not saying another word.

Ana closes her notebook, unable to read. “You didn't win, that's a fact.”

Damn it.

“Nevertheless, you give us a tight first competition, better than the old times.” She looks at William. 

I got down my head, I'm not coming back. “I hope this week back in England will be enough.” Liam tosses my shoulder. I feel tears in my eyes. “Because we hope to see you here every day.”

“Welcome back Y/N, I'm pretty excited to have you back.” I jump, hugging Liam who practically carries me avoiding a fall.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I jump over William and Ana. “You won't regret it, I promise!”

I let them go because the male team carried me screaming in happiness.

“WE'RE FUCKING COMPLETE!” Charlotte screams covering her mouth, we are not alone yet. “Sorry.” Her coach pulled her for a hug, making us laugh.

We’re about to leave the field when I checked my cell phone again after the test, 8 missing calls and dozens of messages from Max. I won’t call him, tomorrow he has a race and he will probably be asleep.

“Y/N, let’s go, your parents will be dying to see you.” Liam said walking with all the team. 

At home my parents prepare a special lunch for celebration. We know this week will be the last days of full rest before reintegrating to the team completely. Around 2 AM, the incessant buzz of my phone makes me answer half sleep.

“I’m so sorry, the interviews lasted longer than I expected. I tried to call you but you’re probably in the test, but I read your message.” He stops for breath. “I’m so proud of you, congratulations!”

I giggle as I sit in my bed. “Thank you. But hey, I could wait until the race finished.” I hear the noise of the paddock. In the morning races, he doesn’t have a chance to breathe, he goes up and down, to one side the other, talking with his team, doing some exercise and a lot of things he’s requested to do.

“I can’t.” He giggles but I hear someone call him too. “Fuck, I have to go, I’ll see you soon, all right?” 

“Drive safe, ok?” I had doubts about saying something.

“Rest, I’ll call you when I win.” Both of us laughed.

Before leaving Milton Keynes, Liam and I know we owe more than a big thank you to Anton, so we decided to prepare a special present. The last day before finally coming home, we wait for him in the apartment, where we prepare a special dinner.

“Here.” I put a big bag for him to take. Anton’s face screams excitement and increases with every single thing he pulls it out. We sent to customize a shirt, a cap specially embroidered for Mia, and the most significant for me. 

“An arrow.” He pulls out the frame, but Liam shakes his head before speaking.

“Not a simple arrow.” He points to the side where you can read. <For a hero> Anton raises his sight to us. “It’s the arrow which this girl hit almost the perfect 10.”

“I don’t have words to thank you for all the patience, effort, teamwork and care you had with me.” Anton is visibly emotional. “We’re leaving but, we don’t find another way to say what you mean to us.”

Anton stands and hugs me, a few tears in his eyes. “You’re leaving and you making me cry, what a plan.” He cleared his throat. “You better invite me for the Olympics.” Liam and I laughed.

“Deal.” 

The time was chaotic. I went to Monaco for two weeks where I met Max's family and all treated me kindly, with a clear curiosity of how all this happened. Unfortunately I am just able to go to the GP of Singapore before one more time my world draws me out. 

We received good comments, words of support and scream when this time I waited for Max with all his team after he finished his race in 1st place. 

But late at night things…well, like all, change, in the social media, small questions started to emerge with a video of my injury, the bad competitions sometimes the team had and the struggle we could face in our way to qualify. 

<Being there mean she quits archery?> <More than a year out, is she even in the shape of facing this kind of competition?> <Not a good year and now, a girl who hasn't compete in more than a year is the solution?>

“Fools.” Max said before sitting next to me. “Don’t tell me, you take this seriously?” 

He probably doesn't understand but, archery is not the F1, you don’t have this level of attention and hate around; a simple action like go and support your boyfriend here is a brand new information.

“It’s not that, it’s complicated.” He grabs my face so I can talk but looking at him. “I don’t want to let anyone down.” 

He smiles softly at me. “And you won’t, you never do.” He gives me a quick peck. “You are already the best to me.”

Nevertheless, the storm never waits.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” All the archery team is reunited for big news that changes all the plans. 

With the rumor that I could be out another year, most of the teams wants to take the lead to qualify this year with their best archers, planning to take us out; so to aggressive actions, aggressive response. The directors announced individually,  they will be searching for the qualification this year too, leaving the team and couple qualifications only, for the next year.

“Y/N is not ready.” Robert says, I see Liam but he nods. “At least not for searching for a qualification alone.”

William nodded. “She must wait for the first competition of the year, we know that, that’s why the team's qualifications must be for this year, we need to make sure the rest of you are already in.” 

“Guys, you’re ready, don’t worry about it, but if we let the rest of the teams let their best go with the focus we’re not competing for the qualifications, this could turn ugly.” Marie Anne ads.

All looking at each other, I know what I’m going to say will put me in an exposed situation but it’s my contribution to the team. 

“I’ll go with you.” All quickly turn their eyes to me. “Robert its’ right I’m not looking for my place but you saw me, I can compete and probably win.” Olivia chuckles but it isn't a sarcastic laugh, it's a proud one. “Let me try.”

Matt took a deep breath and put his hands over the table. “She almost won.” He is supporting me too, making Charlotte raise her hand before speaking.

“She can easily get in the first five.” Rachel knew it by reading the determination in my eyes.

“I’ll be happy to step out, I mean, I need a rest.” All laughs and she winks at me, she is ok with these. 

Ana and William look at each other, poker face all the time, they see all in the room.

“It’s going to be like being in war Y/N.” I nod. “But if we want to take them off-guard, this is the kind of move we need.” Ana takes a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

Liam smiles at me. “You’re in for Mexico.” 

That’s the beginning of the storm, my parents were so happy and proud, still knew it’s a bold move, but something we must do. Max was happy too, but we know what it means, my time of coming and going to my pleasure is over, the real challenge begins before we thought.

The training intensified but I could feel myself getting in better shape; my shoulder felt strong, the love I have for what I do increased and it’s obvious for the way I do my shot. The competition in Mexico is in November that gives me at least two months to perfect what I still miss. 

We try to keep in contact most of the time but inevitably our times start to not fit, making it hard to keep a call for more than 10 minutes and seeing each other is almost impossible.

“It’s ok, I mean, we expect that, right?” Max tries to come for the competition, but Red Bull refuse to let him make a last minute flight, even if he is in Austin.

“I’ll be out for one day, it’s not even a full day, I’ll be back in the night.” He is clearly frustrated but he forgot he had a night dinner with important people, “Fuck.” He whispered.

I’m waiting in the departure room, but I hear the first call to our flight. “Babe, I have to go, it’s ok, you can watch it from the internet, I will make sure they send you the link.” 

Max bluffs. “That's not what I want.” I feel my heart squeeze but we don’t have options. “I’m sorry shatje. I really do.” 

Olivia makes me sign for us aboard. “I know, I’m sorry too, I’ll text when we land.” I try to comfort him knowing it’s useless.

But our arrival turned into something unexpected, the news about the reporters saw me in the airport with the team stoke the flame, in Mexico the reporters asking the same questions over and over again, why I go and if I don’t expect to go for the qualifier.

My parents and Mia arrived Friday night, our competitions will be Sunday morning, trying to avoid the hot afternoons but also the cold nights of Mexico. 

<I’ll be watching you, go and hit that tiny little circle.> Max texted me, we tried to call each other that morning, but every 4 seconds we were interrupted so we gave up and text each other.

The place of the competitions is a fantastic place, a nice “plaza” where you can see a big old building, a baroque style on both sides of where we stand for the competition. It's a windy morning but with a beautiful sky over us. I see my parents quickly in the morning and wish me success sending me back with the team with a kiss. 

When we arrive the cameras and microphones turn to me and the team but I have one rule for which I receive bad comments along all my career. I try not to talk with them before and after a competition, why add stress on a challenging day?

I will compete against girls that improve a lot this year, but Liam is confident about the result. Matt, like is expected, is looking for the qualification with all his teammates, and the girls getting the first place will be looking to qualify before the year ends in Panama. 

I keep patting the floor with my feet as the competition goes on, Olivia and Charlotte will be competing tomorrow like one of the boys. Today is Matt, one of his teammates and me. 

“I’m sweating.” Olivia grabs my hand. “Oh god!” I put my head between my legs.

One of the officials makes the call for the next archers, finally I hear my name; after I stand, I receive claps and good wishes from all that keep sitting there. In my walk I crossed with Matt who finished in first place, a golden medal for him and his ticket to the Olympics.

He hugs me and kisses my head. “You can do it.” I smile before I go, still shaking.

The ceremony takes place with an anxious, squeeze my fist every second. The official gave us the last indications, and the rules we all know. I’ll start in second.

The first round wasn't for me. I knew it, I’m nervous and all my shots go straight to 8 and 9. At the end of it, I thought Liam will give me indications of what to do, but he grabs my arm and looks straight into my eyes.

“We’re here, we walked a long and tiring path, believe if we go with a loss, it’s not a failure for the federation, it’s for you because you are more than capable than that.” He pointed at the target. “I’m proud of you.” I raise my eyes. “You are the best for me.” 

Those words remind me of Max and the small lion I have in my chest guard. He smiles at me when we hear the sound for we take our position one more time.

I open my eyes. “Believe more people than you think, want you down.”

[toomanyfandoms-notenoughfics]

Celestial Beings

Chapter Four: Playing the Part

Characters: Reader, Molly Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin

Summary: Just the simplicity of living in a cell. Sirius brings you a gift from the Muggle world.

Word Count: 2,306

Warnings: Nothing major, slight gore mention, small violence mention

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

A/N: I 100% forgot yesterday was Friday and also forgot to queue up this chapter to post. I apologize, so I'll make up for it by posting this today and another one tomorrow! Once again, so sorry.

(Y/n) had been quiet since, as everyone was calling it, “The Incident”. Remus and Sirius had come to some form of agreement regarding her half-release. Until all the proper preparations were made they had given her a desk and some reading material as well as a bit of parchment and graphite. They took turns watching her, making sure she was never left alone in the cell while she was still trapped there.

As much as they tried to get her to talk again she hadn’t budged, opting to read one of the ratty old books she had been given or scribble down some of her thoughts on a piece of paper. She had only spoken once to Molly when she had come to, just one simple word “Leave”. Molly had listened, but only partly, she had stayed just outside the room door, making sure (y/n) was safe.

“Anything yet?” Sirius asked, handing Remus a ham sandwich and a cup of tea. Remus shook his head disappointedly. “Alright, well it’s my turn to watch, Molly is asking if we want her to take a shift tomorrow so we can both work on preparations and maybe get it done sooner.”

“Maybe, I just don’t know if this is going to go alright. Not with,” Remus lowers his voice so only Sirius can hear him. “Harry coming in two weeks. What if she tries to go after him?”

“Remus we talked about this, she needs to be out of this room. Take it from someone who was stuck in a cell for twelve years, it wears you down.” Sirius shuddered thinking about it. “Anyways, go rest. I’ll see you after dinner when you bring me that roast Molly has been keeping me from all day.”

“Right, I’ll see you later.” Remus got up from his chair and left.

“Well then, now that he is gone how about I show you the surprise I got for you, hmm?” Sirius smiled, pulling a small box out of his sleeve. A radio. “Now I know you know what a radio is, but this is set for muggle stations only. Muggle music to be exact, I personally prefer rock, but you seem more like a dance-pop type of person so I found a station for you.”

Sirius turned a couple of the knobs, flipped the switch, and suddenly the room was filled with Diana Ross’s “I’m coming out”. Sirius started humming along, taking a seat in the chair closest to the door. He watched as (y/n) tried her best to ignore it, but started tapping her foot along to the rhythm.

“This genre is a good one, I’ll give it that. Moony would probably prefer r&b or classical. Not bad either but, not my style.” Sirius sat and talked about music for a while, not sure what else to do.

(Y/n) finished the book she was reading and set it down next to the door, there was a small pile gathering, it was sitting at about 8 books tall and 2 books wide. Most of the books were on herbology and potions, a few about historical happenings in the wizarding world, and one about the unique findings of an underwater water cave near a volcano in Bermuda. She grabbed the graphite pencil and started writing on the parchment she’d been given. Sirius tried to sneakily catch a glimpse of her paper, to no avail as she instantly covered it with her arm and sent him a glare. She finished whatever she had been writing and quickly folded the parchment up.

“You know, I really am sorry about how I dropped the news the other night.” Sirius apologized for the seemingly 300th time. “I know I’ve said it a lot, and I know you probably don’t want to talk about it either, but we need to. Or rather we should.” he paused, (y/n) seemed to be ignoring him. “Damn it (y/n), please could you listen to me real quick? One minute, that’s all I ask.”

(Y/n) closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and turned towards Sirius. She set the book she had just picked up down and crossed her arms. Sirius shifted in his seat, suddenly a little nervous.

“I know I gave you a lot to digest, especially right after Moody did what he did.” Sirius started fidgeting with his hands. “What I’m trying to say is I did something pretty shitty to you, especially given the state of things, and you have every right to hate me for it but don’t take it out on anyone else, please. Molly doesn’t deserve the cold shoulder especially. She’s actually the reason you have all the damn books and things.”

“I don’t mean to seem cold.” (Y/n) said quietly, looking down at the ground. “I’m just trying to limit the possibility of making any more mistakes like the other day. I would prefer my intestines stay inside my body and not spilled out on the ground.” Sirius looked shocked that she spoke, let alone what she said.

“I didn’t think about that I guess,” Sirius said.

“And I’m not upset at you either. I was for a day or so, but I’m mostly just upset with myself,” she admitted. “I don’t know what he stole from me, but I know at least one of those memories was something fundamental to keeping my cool. That’s the only reason I can think of for me losing it like that again.”

“Again? Are you saying you’ve bit off someone’s ear before?” Sirius scoffed.

“Not exactly…” (Y/n) seemed nervous. “Let’s just say that this isn’t my first time going through something like this. It’s happened a few summers, once during winter break too. Normally I could withstand whatever they threw at me, I knew if I didn’t it would be even worse later on. Once though I did almost kill someone, even Lucius seemed scared of me for a time.”

“So they basically prepared you to be tortured, by doing it themselves.” he leaned back in his seat. “If you don’t mind my asking, why are you telling me all this? You haven’t spoken in almost a week, not suddenly you’re telling me childhood memories?”

“Well I figured my father probably already knows what I’ve told you, and since my being here was planned he must have planned for that as well.” she shrugged, grabbing a different book from the one she had before. “I’ve also considered your, let’s say previous experience with a similar type of parent. I’ve come to the conclusion that you might be right, that maybe all I am to him is a pawn, something to use and throw away when he sees fit.

“However, I still think at least some part of him cares. I refuse the idea that all he wants is power for power’s sake, that since I’m not exactly what he wanted he just tossed me aside like trash.” she paused, shaking her head. “But until I have evidence to back that up, I’ll play my part. It’s easier than trying to go against him, trying to turn my back on everything I know. I don’t think I can do that, not completely, and not the way you all seem to want me to. Oddly enough, I don’t think I’m brave enough for it.”

Sirius stayed silent, digesting everything she had just said. (Y/n) opened the new book she had just picked up and started reading, consuming the words faster than most. The radio seemed to have lost battery, the music starting to mix with the sound of static.

“What part do you think you have to play?” Sirius asked, looking concerned. She thought for a moment, eyes glued to the page she was on.

“Well, I’ve never been clear on that really. I think the part I’m supposed to be playing though is one of the docile prisoner, that’s what always got me in the least amounts of trouble during those summers.” she turned the page. “So, I’ll contain myself, become barely noticeable to you all. I’ll fade to the back of your minds eventually, I won’t be a hassle, and I won’t go against any of your rules. I’ll be perfect this time, everything he wants from me.”

“Let me know when you want to be your own person with your own flaws.” he grabbed the radio and shut it off, putting it back into his sleeve. They sat in silence for the remainder of his watch, (y/n) reading her book and Sirius just studying her expressions.

“Dinner time!” Molly called out from atop the stairs, her footsteps quickly descending. Sirius stood up and stretched out his back. Molly appeared in the doorway just as he turned to meet her. “Remus says he’ll be down soon, he’s just taking his potion and having a quick bath before his shift. Has she said anything yet?”

“We had an intriguing conversation, enlightening even,” Sirius told her, grabbing his portion of roast from her. He started scarfing it down, not even taking a breath in between bites.

“She’s also in the room listening in.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, setting down her book. “I’m sorry if I seemed cold with you Mrs. Weasley. Wasn’t my intention, I just needed to think in peace for a while.”

“It’s alright, dear. I’ve made you a roast tonight, gave you some extra potatoes too.” Molly set her plate on the desk. “I’m happy you’re wearing the clothes I gave you, your others are taking a little longer to wash than I originally thought.”

“I don’t mind. Although I am curious as to whose clothes I’m wearing?” (Y/n) asked with her mouth full.

“Mine and Remus’s.” Sirius burped as he finished his food. “Mostly my shirts though it looks like, with some of Remus’s boxers and comfy pants. None of the kids really wanted to give anything up.” (Y/n) nodded and continued to eat.

“I might be able to find something else if it’s a problem.” Molly grabbed Sirius’s empty plate and bowl from him, heading to the door. (Y/n) shook her head.

“No, I’m good. They’re comfy and flowy.” she wiped the dribble of broth from her chin. “I was just curious, promise.”

“I’ll be back down for your dishes in the morning, hopefully, you’ll be able to wear your own clothes soon,” Molly said looking pointedly at Sirius. “Have a nice night.”

(Y/n) finished her food quickly once Molly left, placing her dishes next to the stack of finished books. She returned to reading, sitting cross-legged on her sleeping bag. Sirius picked up one of her completed books and leafed through it.

“I don’t understand what’s so interesting about any of these.” Sirius set the book back down. “I guess potions could be somewhat fascinating depending on what type it is, but herbology is just plants.”

“Well, if you want to brew potions to the best of your ability it helps to be able to grow the ingredients or find them even.” she rolled her eyes. “One helps the other, if you’re knowledgeable in both you’ll excel at both. Plants can also be used in combat if applied correctly too, poisons, carnivorous plants, and ones that just make a tea that could help with simple ailments.”

“I guess I never really thought about that.” Sirius yawned. “I was more into transfiguration than anything else. Care of magical creatures was another favorite of mine too.”

“I didn’t really do well with magical creatures, I tried. I don’t think animals like me is the issue though.” (Y/n) chuckled lightly. “Although I did have a niffler as a pet that I trained to specifically steal gold only. He did a great job.”

“Sorry, I took so long, the water just wasn’t getting warm enough.” Remus fixed his hair as he entered the cell. “My turn to keep her company.”

“Right, I guess I’ll get a quick nap in and then come back around midnight to switch off.” Sirius clapped Remus on the back as he left. “Have fun.”

(Y/n) eyed Remus as he sat down, his hair still wet and his clothes less formal than usual. He gave her a soft smile, taking out a book of his own and beginning to read. The only sounds were their breathing and the turning of pages. She placed the folded parchment inside the book, using it to mark her place. She set it off to the side and snuggled into one of the many new blankets she’d been given. Remus looked up to see her fast asleep, dimming the lantern as he continued to read.

By the time Sirius’s shift was up again Remus had nodded off in the chair, book fallen open into his lap and his head resting against the wall. Sirius nudged him awake, careful to not make too much noise.

“Damn, I guess I was more tired than usual,” Remus whispered, closing his book and standing up. “She’s been asleep almost the entire time. I think she’s having bad dreams again, keeps tossing and turning.”

“Go get some actual sleep, Moony. You look exhausted.” Sirius unfolded a newspaper.

“The moon’s past its apex now luckily so it isn’t so bad. Next month though I’ll be looking forward to spending it in my own room.” Remus ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back to its original place. “Have a good night, Pads. I’ll send Molly down during breakfast. The kids are going to help us with the preparations tomorrow too, she didn’t give them a choice.”

“Night Moony. See you in the morning.” Sirius waved at him as he left. It wasn’t too long after that he himself fell asleep in the chair, softly snoring.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳}~~

[starchaseriseverything]

Marlene just saw the most beautiful girl she had ever seen in her entire life. And she's telling her best friend, James Potter, all about it.

"James, you have to believe me. She was so beautiful. You would even swoon if you saw her." There was a silence over the phone. "Ok, I know you're gay, but she was so beautiful that even the gayest of men would date her."

"You have a crush on your client?"

"That's what you got out of all of that?"

"You can't have a crush on a client, Marls. That's bad."

"I know that, Jamie. But, I just can't help it. She's too beautiful for her own good."

James sighs. "Maybe it's best you don't work for her, Marls. I don't want to see your heart get broken again."

Marlene tries not to remember what happened five years ago. Yet, James just had to bring it up.

Marlene has had other girlfriends before this one. But, there was something about her. Something that intrigued Marlene. Something that was begging her to go up to her. So, she did. She went up to her long time crush of three years and asked Amelia Bones out.

Of course, she said yes. Who wouldn't? It's Marlene fucking McKinnon. The most popular Gryffindor at school.

Now, of course, she wasn't supposed to date someone from a rival house. But Marlene was never one to follow the rules. Especially when it came to her heart.

They went on a few dates in secret since no one even knew that Amelia was gay. When Marlene tried to get her to come out to everyone, she didn't want to and ran off.Marlene later found her in the Astronomy Tower crying. Amelia looked up at the sound of footsteps. "I'm sorry, Marlene. I can't come out. Not yet. I think it's best we break up."

Marlene was heartbroken for two years after that. She never really got over her first true love. No one ever really does.

Marlene never felt the way she felt about Amelia with her other girlfriends. She always thought that you were supposed to grow into it. But when she started dating Amelia, she felt something she never had before.

Love.

Love for someone other than her friends.

Love for someone in a different kind of way than she usually felt.

She loved Amelia Bones romantically.

She really loved her.

She had graduated from Hogwarts School of Education for The Young and Gifted with a photography degree, not even a month later.

For three years, she had tried to forget that. The first two were hard for her, and she jumped right into her work after graduation. She never wanted to remember that. But James just had to bring it up.

"I'll be fine, James. I've grown up. I can take care of myself."

"If you say so. Anyway, I've got to get back to work. I love you."

"I love you too, Jamie."

James was a producer for the band called Skittles. He always loved music but never thought he was a good singer. So, he got into the music business a different way. By becoming a producer.

Just like Marlene, James dove straight into his work after college. He, too, had a terrible breakup right before graduation.

It was something along the lines of 'I need to focus on myself' or 'It's best we go our separate ways and not be tied down by each other.' Either way, both of their breakups weren't that great.

Marlene was so deep in thought that she didn't even hear the door open. "Marlene? Are you ok?" It was Andromeda, her next client and close friend.

"Yep, I'm fine, Dro. Just deep in thought. What are we thinking today?"

"Actually, I was thinking of doing a Black family shoot. Do you think you could do that?"

"I can do anything when it comes to photography. It's my passion."

"Great. Because everyone's already here."

The door opens again, and Narcissa, Bellatrix, Sirius, and Regulus walk in. "Marls!" Sirius yells, running up to her and embracing her in a tight hug.

"James didn't tell me you were coming." Marlene says, surprised.

"He doesn't know. We are making a surprise for his birthday tomorrow. Curtisy of Reggie." Sirius gestures to his younger brother standing behind him.

"You," Marlene gestures to the younger brother. "Know how to keep a secret from James? It took me years to master. He's James fucking Potter for crying out loud."

"To be honest, it was hard but not as hard as I thought it would be. I just distracted him by -"

Sirius covers his ears and says, "No! I don't need to know that my best friend and little brother had sex!"

"He's my husband, Sirius. Just like Remus is yours and you don't see me complaining about you talking about fucking Remus." Regulus crosses his arms.

"La la la! I can't hear you!"

"Grow up, Sirius." Bellatrix says. "Alright, where do we go?"

"I just need you to stand in front of this screen here." Marlene gestures to a white screen off to the side with a camera sitting in front of it. "And you choose what you want the photo to look like."

Sirius grabs a chair, and Regulus sits in it with Sirius standing on the right side of him, Bellatrix behind him, Andromeda on the left side, and Narcissa sitting cross legged in front of him.

They take a few photos in different positions before the door opens again. "Ah. Their here. We invited James' friends to take photos too. And maybe Euphemia and Fleamont." Narcissa says, rushing to the door and leading more people to where everyone else is.

Marlene looks over at them and sees Lily, Mary, Peter, Remus, Emmeline, Emma, Rita, Alice, Frank, Ted, Euphemia, Fleamont and two other people who she recognizes as people in the band Skittles, Barty and Evan. Another she recognizes as Pandora.

And the last one she recognizes all too well. The one that was there earlier taking a photoshoot for her new magazine, the gazelles. Dorcas.

"I'm supposed to be in this photo, right?" Marlene asks, still staring at Dorcas. "I'm his best friend and supposed to be taking the photos."

"You have workers here, right?" Sirius asks. Marlene finally looks away from Dorcas.

"This is my shop. But, I could call in a favor. There's someone I know that has a bigger shop to fit all of us, but he's a little cunt and won't do it unless we give him something in return."

"Like what?" Regulus asks.

"He's been pinning after James for a while now." Marlene trails off.

"No. We'll just have to figure something else out."

Marlene sighs. "We have to. We'll lie and say James will go on one date with him."

"I said no. He is my husband."

"I know that, Reg. But I don't have any other ideas."

Regulus sighs and looks defeated. "You really have no other ideas?" Marlene shakes her head. "Fine. But we won't lie. James will go out on a date with him. Just, with me. It'll be more like we're just hanging out. Got it?"

Everyone agrees.

"You have no idea how bad he is. We need to do this quickly and fast. Get in, take photos, and get out. I'll stay and get the photos after, but you guys need to hurry out after their done. Yeah?"

They agree.

***

"Marlene fucking McKinnon. Nice to see you. How you doin'? Fuck up, yet? Need some photos taken because you don't know how?" He laughs. "So many people. I'm getting a lot of business lately."

"Severus Snape? This is your guy?" Peter asks. "I didn't believe you about the cunt part. But I do now. Is he really obsessed with James?" Marlene nods.

"Peter, Sirius, Remus. Good to see you. Where the little sunshine boy. Is he off cheating?" Marlene snarls. "Oh, protective of your boyfriend, Marlene?"

"Not my boyfriend, and you know that. We just want some photos taken. Now you want the business or not?"

"For a price." Marlene glares at him, and he glares right back. "I want a date with pretty boy." He points at Regulus.

"Regulus? Sirius' little brother, Regulus? James' husband, Regulus?"

"Husband! Even better. I can get back at that little bitch. Yes, one date with pretty boy over here, and you can have your photos."

"Fine. I'm doing this for James." Regulus says.

Severus tsks. "Not so fast. Just us. No brother. No friends. No husband. Just us. Maybe with a little paparazzi." Severus smiles at the last bit.

Regulus hisses. "Fine." He gritts out. "Just us. Now, take the photos."

Severus pulls out his phone for a minute and puts it down. "Alright! Let's do this!"

***

Marlene gets the photos and books it out of there as fast as she could, but not before Severus caught her. "Oh, Miss McKinnon. Don't forget you know who I really am." Severus smirks.

"Of course, Severus. I always will."

'And so does James.'

"Just making sure. Make sure he comes or something bad is going to happen."

"Yes, Severus." Marlene snarls and walks out quickly.

***

"Marls, where have you been?" James asks over the phone.

"In my shop. Why?"

"No, you're not. I'm here right now. It's locked, and the lights are off." Marlene sighs. "Marls, tell me where you are."

"I- I'm right outside of Snapes photography place."

"Why the fuck would you go there!? He could have killed you!"

"Jamie, your on speaker and everyone is here."

James curses under his breath. "Wait. Why are you with everyone?"

"James, you already know. Regulus told you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Marls. Regulus never told me anything."

"It was Reggie' idea to do it. He said he kept it from you when everyone knows he's weak with you. So, just give it up already."

"Fine. I'm not at your shop. I'm with Snape."

Marlene takes it off speaker phone and puts it to her ear, and walks away from everyone. "Why the fuck are you with him!?" She whisper yells.

"He texted me about the deal. And before you say anything, I only keep in contact with him because of things like this. This is why I never let anyone in. Because they always get hurt in the end."

"I didn't, James."

"Yes, you did, Marls. I hurt everyone. I never should have married Reg. It was a mistake. It's always a mistake to start a new. You were the only consistent thing in my life besides my parents. Now I have to start again. I'm sorry, Marls. I love you." James hangs up.

"Fuck!"

"Marlene? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Alice, I'm fine. I have to go, though. Can you say bye to everyone for me? It was nice meeting you all."

Marlene leaves Alice behind before she can say anything. She's leaving behind yet another life because of fucking Severus Snape. The little bastard.

Severus follows wherever James and Marlene go. They only had to start a new only once. In primary school.

Marlene, James, and Severus were best friends until Severus became like his parents and started bullying people. It soon escalated, and he killed someone. Marlene' girlfriend.

Severus started attacking James and Marlene, and Effie and Monty moved before anything drastic could happen. But of course, Severus had followed, and it became a problem.

When James and Marlene got into Hogwarts, they thought they finally got away until they spotted Severus in one of their classes. Luckily, it was never a problem in school. He never tried anything on them or anyone. Until now.

Marlene was running to her car and thinking.

'Why does it always happen to us?'

'Why does he keep following us?'

'Why can't he leave us alone?'

She drove as fast as she can to the airport. Marlene knows by now that when James calls and says stuff like that, he's already packed and heading to the airport.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" She skidded into the airport and started running as soon as she spotted James.

James stopped and turned around, knowing that Marlene was there already. "I didn't want you to come. You looked happy again."

"James Fleamont Potter. Never say stuff like that. I am always happiest when I'm with you. Now, let me get my suitcase out of the car and then we can go."

James' mouth twitches up into a smile and then falls. "You didn't tell them, did you?" His eyes are fixed on something behind her.

She turns her gaze to three cars all lined up with all of their friends coming out of it. "Fucking hell." Marlene runs to the car and grabs her emergency suitcase that she always keeps in the car and runs back to James. "We need to go, now."

James nods and starts running with Marlene right beside him. "James!" Regulus yells from behind them.

They get to the top of the steps, and James stops and turns around. "Remind me never to get too attached again, ok?"

"If you remind me, I'll remind you."

James smiles. "Deal." It falters. "Do you think we're doing the right thing? Leaving everyone?"

"It's the only thing we can do. Come on, we have to go." Marlene walks further in the plane, and James follows.

-

"Where is that plane going!?" Regulus yells at the worker.

"Portland."

"Get us 21 plane tickets there, now!"

"Yes, sir."

Dorcas is freaking out internally. Marlene is running away. Marlene, the girl she has liked since she first met her years ago.

Dorcas had to get a new photographer and interview them when Marlene walked in. She was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. She passed with flying colors and soon became her personal photographer.

They spent much time together. With photoshoots, planning the next one, or just going out for a little drink now and again. Dorcas had felt a connection to her as soon as she walked through her office door for that interview. Ever since, she fell even harder.

Dorcas has always noticed when people are looking at her especially Marlene fucking McKinnon. Her eyes were like magnets to her body. Always looking and trying to find an excuse to go up to her.

Now, she was leaving. She didn't know what she did, but it couldn't have been only her. James was leaving, too. Leaving his husband. His friends. His parents.

Dorcas thought that James had to have felt guilty about it. She thought she'd seen guilt flicker through his eyes when he turned around at the top of the steps, but maybe, she was wrong.

The next thing Doracs knew, she was on a plane with her luggage packed, her friends by her side, and chasing after James and Marlene.

James' parents got a text on their phone shortly after James and Marlene had boarded the plane and went home. Dorcas wasn't sure why they weren't that worried.

'Has James done this before?'

'Has he done it with Marlene?'

Dorcas wasn't sure how long she just sat there overthinking on the plane, but the next thing she knew, the plane was landing.

Regulus was stuck to Pandora' side the whole time. He never left. Well, he did, but when he did, he went right over to her.

They got a hotel and stayed there for the night since it was already really late when they got there, and no one had barely gotten any sleep on the plane.

They got five rooms, all with double beds. Sirius, Remus, Ted, and Frank shared a room. Peter, Evan, Barty, and Regulus shared one. Emmeline, Emma, Pandora, and Dorcas shared another one. Bellatrix, Rita, Andromeda, and Alice shared one. Narcissa, Lily, and Mary shared the last one.

-

"You know what's funny?" James asks.

Marlene humms.

Their sitting on the curb outside of their hotel smoking.

"We always had mum and dad with us. We don't have them now. Just us against the world."

Marlene laughs as James passes her the cigarette. "Really? Mum and dad think we need protection from Severus when, in reality, we can handle ourselves."

"Damn right, we can."

Marlene never had the greatest home life. When she went with Effie, Monty, and James, her parents never cared enough. They already had her four brothers to worry about anyway.

One night, the summer before her second year at Hogwarts, she called Effie and Monty mum and dad. They loved it so much, they started to call her their daughter too.

She never grew out of it, and she never will because their her mom and dad she never got, and James is the only brother she ever cares about to acknowledge. In her mind, Effie and Monty are her parents, and James is her brother and best friend.

-

"Ok, so, what do we know about James." Peter asks.

They are in Narcissa, Mary, and Lily' hotel room trying to figure out why they ran.

"He's always happy." Sirius says.

"He loves us." Alice says.

"Debatable." Rita remarks.

"He does. It's just something happened." Emma says.

"Ok, Marlene. What do we know about her?" Sirius asks.

"She's kind." Bellatrix says.

"She's, well, Marlene." Ted says.

"Ok, both. What do they both have in common." Sirius asks.

"Their best friends." Emmeline says.

"They've known each other since they were little." Mary says.

"No, that can't be why they ran away. There has to be something more." Regulus says. "Severus. The phone call. Marlene mentioned Severus on the phone with James, and he freaked out. Then Marlene ran out."

"That's it! It has something to do with Severus!" Barty exclaims.

"Yeah, but what?" Evan asks.

"Let's ask him. I grabbed a card from his office before we left. It has his number." Pandora says.

"Genius, Pandora, genius." Dorcas says.

The line rings. He answers on the third ring. "Snape's photography. What can I do for you?" A voice calls from the other end of the line.

"Is this Severus?" Lily asks.

"Sure is. What can I do for ya'?"

"This is Andromeda Black. We were there yesterday and took some photos for our friend James Potter. For his birthday."

"Yes, I remember."

"Our other friend Marlene McKinnon and James have run to Portland for some unknown reason, and we have speculation that it involves you."

"Where have you heard this?"

"A phone call between James and Marlene. Anyway, we need to know what is up with that. What is James, Marlene, and your's history?"

The line went silent. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Miss Black. No one can know what happened."

"Then, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to do this the hard way. Mr. Snape, I am Andromeda Black, I am a lawyer for a case that has yet to be closed, and it involves you, James, and Marlene. Even though this recided in primary school, it is still under investigation. If you do not comply, I will have to sentence you."

"Yes, Miss Black. I am sorry for any inconvenience, but this case that is still open after many years involves what is happening right now. Aside from the fact you tried to use your power to get information out of me, I am going to have to send someone to get you and all these other people in the room with you. You have ten minutes until they get there. Use the time wisely. You will need nothing and will be searched before entering my facility. If you try to do anything remotely regarding the police, I will find out, and all of you will be killed. Am I clear?"

"You can not be serious. You will get arrested for kidnapping 19 people. Three will be hard to capture considering they are in a band. Two are most certainly a model. And two are record producers. Someone will figure out you kidnapped them in a few days, and you will be arrested."

"I guess I will just have to take that chance, Miss Black. Now, you wasted two minutes talking about nothing that will save any of you, so now you only have eight minutes until they get there. See you soon, Miss Black." The line ends.

Mary immediately grabs the phone and searches through the contacts. "Found it." The line rings and rings and rings and ri-.

James' voice is on the other side. "I'm sorry, Dro. Please stop calling."

"James! Wait. We called Severus. He's sending someone over here to take us somewhere. All we did was ask information."

"What was the information, Mar?"

"Why you ran."

James curses under his breath. "We can't get there."

"We're in Portland. We followed you."

James curses. "How many of you?"

"All 19."

"Fuck. Where are you?"

"Hotel Deluxe."

"Marls! We need to go, now."

"Why?"

"I'll explain later. We just need to go. We'll be there soon." The line ends.

"You called James, really? Out of everyone, you called James? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Sirius asks.

-

"What's happening?"

Marlene and James are in the car racing to the limo store. "Everyone followed us here and now is about to be captured. I need you to get a limo and meet me at Hotel Deluxe. When you get there, stay in the car and call me. Don't get out of it for anything. Got it?"

Marlene nods.

James gets there, and his friends are already outside waiting. He gets out of the car. "How the fuck are we supposed to fit in that?" Sirius asks.

"You're not." Marlene screeches up behind the car James' had parked. "Everyone inside, now."

"I call the front seat!" Sirius yells.

"No, you're getting in the back. Go."

Alice is the first to get in alongside Mary, Lily, Andromeda, Ted, Frank, Narcissa, Bellatrix, Rita, Sirius, Remus, Emmeline, Peter, Emma, Barty, Evan, Pandora, and Dorcas. Regulus hasn't got in yet.

"Get the fuck in the car." James spats.

Regulus closes the door. "No room."

"Get in the front, now." He does. James closes the door and signals for Marlene to go. Marlene does and races off.

Severus' men arrive, and he goes to them and gets captured.

-

"We have to go back!" Regulus yells.

"No, we don't. He'll be fine. He always deals with Severus." Marlene says focused on the road.

"What do you mean 'He always does'?" Peter asks.

Marlene sighs. "Primary school. Me, Jamie, and Severus were best friends. Severus started bullying lots of people, yet we still stuck by him. Big mistake. Anyway, he started to get more physical. He got into a really heated fight with my girlfriend, lost control, and killed her. Me and James grew distant from him, and he started harassing us. Mum and dad moved us to England after that. Had to start a new. He followed us, but when we got into Hogwarts, we thought we had lost him for good. Turns out, he got in, too."

"It bothered us at first, but when we realized he wasn't doing anything to us or anyone else, we calmed down. Until the whole photography issue. While we were out, James was with Severus. Turns out Severus didn't want a date with Regulus, He still wanted one with James. When James called, he was just getting away from Severus and heading to the airport. We always have a packed suitcase ready when we need to go. I knew he was headed there, so I followed him."

"I'm sorry we got you into this. We never should have gotten attached. James let his guard down when he fell for Reg. That gave Severus the opportunity to attack. I'll go back for him when all of you are safe."

"No, we're going with." Rita says.

"No, you're not."

"Turn this car around right now, McKinnon." Barty says.

"James is going to kill me for this." Marlene swerves to the other side of the road and goes back to the hotel.

-

James wakes up in an empty warehouse. The funny thing is, he couldn't remember ever passing out. The last thing he remembers is drinking some water. Fuck. The water. They drugged the water. Of course they did. Fucking bastards.

James feels a cold hand on his neck. Severus. He still remembers it from primary school. How cold it always was. How inhumane it was. It didn't feel right. Like he wasn't human. Well, he is human, just no heart. He's heartless. Always was, always will be.

He's just like his parents. Worthless. Insignificant. Heartless. Inhumane. A Snape. Severus Snape.

"Get your fucking hands off me." James spats.

"So," Severus trails off. "James. So, James."

"I came with you willingly. So, why did you drug me then tie me up?"

"I need both of you for this to work. And with all them people that care about you in that car with her," Severus sucks his teeth. "She's not going to follow your orders. She's going to come save you. Like the little hero she thinks she is."

"She's not. She's smarter than that."

"Is she though? I mean, how do you know?"

"She wouldn't put Dorcas in danger. She loves her."

"Oh. Now, that's a way to tell a woman you love her. By letting someone do it for you."

"What are you talking about?" James' face lights up with recognition. "She did it. She came back, and your men were waiting for her and got all of them instead."

"You're smarter than what you were back then. You're also being recorded."

James scoffs. "I figured that much dipshit." A blow comes to James' face. "Can't do any better than that, Snivellus?"

Snape' face rises with anger. "You little bitch. I've been waiting so long for this. To murder you."

"Still a murder, then?"

"I never killed Sybill! She wanted to get away from the school but didn't want to break poor Marlene McKinnon' heart. Boo ho. It definitely wasn't worth you hating me for years because of that. I actually wish I killed that bitch. She deserved it. Alas, it's too late now. Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for you. Now, where should I start?"

"Don't you have five blacks in custody?"

"Well, yes. What does that -"

"Well, don't you think their going to figure out how to get out? I mean," James laughs. "Five blacks, and you can't even kill me. What are you going to do with them? Give them lollipops? Give them snuggles? If you can't even kill me, how are you going to kill them? The most ruthless family in the world. And their all under this roof protecting me." James smirks. "Look behind you."

Severus turns and spots all five Blacks. Regulus waves. "Hi."

"Why don't I just let James go, and you can leave."

"I don't think so, Snivellus." James says. "Let everyone go. Then, we'll leave. Got it?"

Severus nods.

-

***

"Marlene fucking McKinnon! You know what could have happened, and you still went back!?"

They were dropped back off at the hotel.

"Jamie, I'm sorry."

"No. No. You're not doing this. You knew what could've happened. You're lucky you just got captured and not killed. You're lucky Severus is a fucking pussy."

"Jamie, I'm sorry, ok?"

"Just get in the car and go to airport. Go back to England. Tell Mum and Dad what happened. I'm staying away from all this. I never should have gotten attached. I love you, Marls."

"James, you can't do this."

"Just tell them I'll meet them on the plane. Don't let them get off. Suspend their passports when you land so they can't go back, ok? But I just want all of you to be safe. Stay with Mum and Dad. I love you."

Before Marlene could say anything, he walked off. Marlene broke down on the side of the road. She felt a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Marlene." It was Dorcas.

She leaned into the touch. "He's not coming."

"I know. We could hear the whole thing from inside the car."

"He's my best friend, Cas. How am I supposed to go on without him?"

"You'll figure it out. You have all of us."

"It's not the same. He's James fucking Potter. You guys are just..... you."

"Why can't he just accept that we're never going to leave him?" Narcissa asks.

"Because he's James." Regulus says.

"He loves you, Reg." Marlene says. "He loves all of you. He just doesn't like getting attached to things since Severus. But he did, and Severus ruined it."

"We're going after him, right?" Alice asks.

"I'll be fine." Rita says. Everyone stares at her. "Ok, so I might not be able to survive without the sunshine boy."

"Alright, everyone in the car." Andromeda says.

They pile in with Regulus driving and Marlene in the passenger seat. "So," Regulus says. "Where is James, exactly?"

"Back at the hotel."

***

"Jamie! Please. You have to come with."

Marlene is in their hotel room trying to get James to come back home. James is stuffing clothes into his suitcase. "I can't, Marls. You know that. With any luck, Severus will come after me and not any of you."

"Jamie, please. You know I'll just come with. Like always."

"I can't do this anymore. We built a new life, and he tore it all down. I love him, Marls. I just can't put him in danger. You did the same."

It was only two years ago, but Marlene remembers it like it was yesterday. She tries to forget, but can't.

Only two weeks into her working for Dorcas, she had fallen in love with her. She never gets attached that easily. Yet, for some reason, this time, she did.

The first time she realized she was in love with Dorcas was when they were doing a photoshoot for her new magazine, Surfing In Style.

Dorcas was wearing a bikini that didn't leave much to the imagination and Marlene realized while she was taking photos, that she was infact in love with Dorcas fucking Meadows.

She stopped right in the middle of it and told her a lame excuse that she didn't even bother to hear as she ushered her into the back of the studio to get changed.

Dorcas walked out and tried to talk to Marlene but didn't get even a single word in before Marlene spoke again. She told her something along the lines of 'We'll have to schedule this for a different time. Something came up.' And ushered her out of the store.

Marlene sat in her shop just waiting for something to click in her brain and tell her, 'This is stupid.' 'Your overreacting.' 'You just thought she was beautiful. Nothing more.' 'You're not in love with your client.' But it never came.

When she finally calmed down, she called James. He comforted her and told her, "It'll pass." And went back to work.

Marlene had tried to 'get over it.' As James said, but just couldn't. She had rescheduled the appointment, and to her horror, it was even worse now that she knew she was in love with her.

Marlene could not stop staring. I mean, look at her. Her dark chestnut skin. Her luscious blonde locks. Her toned as fuck body. Who couldn't? Definitely not her. She was mesmerized.

Thankfully, the shoot went well, and Dorcas immediately left. She said she had something to do after.

Marlene could not physically breathe. She was hyperventilating. She called James, he called her down, and drove there as fast as he could.

But before he could actually get there, Marlene was gone. Left her studio and went immediately to the airport with her emergency suitcase in tow.

She had to go. She could not have another one of those breakdowns. The only cause was Dorcas. Her only thought was to leave. No hesitation. Nothing.

Thankfully, James had caught her and talked her into staying. He said that it was ok to fall in love. He had. And nothing bad had happened since primary school. They were likely out of the clear.

James voice brought her back to the present. Apparently, she had just been standing there for at least 5 minutes staring off into space because James was already packed and shaking her.

"Marls. Are you there?"

She nods. "Yeah. Yeah. Just thinking."

"Dorcas?"

She nods again and smiles. "Always is. But Jamie, you can't go. Not when I need you the most."

"You have to stay with everyone. Stay with Dorcas. Live a happy life. You deserve it." James grabs his suitcase and walks out the door.

Marlene runs after him and finally catches up to him outside. "Jamie, you deserve a happy life too. With Mum and Dad. With our friends. With Regulus. You can't just run away from all that."

"I'm sorry, Marls. You know I love you, right?"

Marlene nods. "Jamie, please." Regulus says. "You can't do this."

"We love you. We'll deal with it. All of us. You're not alone." Alice says.

"Just please, James. Come with us." Barty says.

"I can't -"

"There's no reason you can't, James." Pandora says.

"What if -"

"We'll deal with it." Evan says.

"Fine."

-

***

"We can't just very well get rid of him. None of us are killers." Emmeline says.

Their in James and Regulus' house trying to figure out how to get Severus to leave them alone.

"Not technically." Dorcas says.

"Dorcas, we are not murders." Marlene states.

"I could very well be a murder. I'm assuming it's pretty easy." Barty says.

James sighs. "We are not killing Severus. He'll be here soon anyway."

"What? James. What the fuck?" Bellatrix says.

The doorbell rings. "I'll get it." James jumps up and runs to the door. "Hey, Severus. Come in."

"James! You can't just let him in!" Marlene yells. Severus and James walk to the sitting room where everyone else is.

When they walk in everyone death glares James. "What? We had to do something."

"So, you invite him into our house?" Regulus asks.

James shrugs.

"So, Severus. How are we going to do this?" Narcissa asks. "The easy way or the hard way?"

"Why don't we go with easy? I'll leave all of you alone and James' parents, and we just forget this ever happened. Yeah?"

"Fine with us." Rita says. "Right?"

Everyone agrees.

"Now, get out." Evan says.

"Fine." Severus leaves.

-

"Now, Dorcas and I are going to leave. See you, Jamie. Love you all." Marlene says, getting up with Dorcas and out the door.

Everyone shouts, "Love you too!" As their walking out.

***

"I don't know, Jamie. I don't think she likes me."

"Marlene Elizabeth McKinnon. You literally proposed to her a year ago, and she said yes. Now, get out there and go get hitched."

Marlene walks down the aisle with Monty and immediately spots her best friend, ready for her to get married. She smiles.

Marlene whispers to James. "First, I got to be your bridesmaid now, I get to be the bride. I think I'm going to love the rest of my life."

"You should. It's your wedding day."

Marlene has never felt more grateful for Severus Snape. If it wasn't for him, she never would have met her beautiful wife-to-be.

Marlene looks back to the Aisle and sees the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. Dorcas Eden Meadows. Soon to be Meadows-McKinnon. She was the most joyous human being ever to live in that moment.

Dorcas walked up to her. "I can hear your excitement."

Marlene blushes. "I can't help it. You're just so beautiful."

[othertypeofprinter]

I am tipsy and there is no point to this update that no-one asked for~

I am tipsy at home for the first time in months, so I'm making some potentially bad decisions today by writing this gobbeldygook (TL;DR? I'm fine but I'm feeling the influence of -waves hands-) Work's slow.

Like, almost unprecedentedly slow. Usually we're at least pulling 38ish hours a week at this time of the year, or at the very least experiencing an uptick in orders. Not this year. We're still pulling January numbers, if not less (most print shops slow down after the holidays when wallets are less full and it's too cold for sports or camps or school, three HUGE contributors to the custom screen printing industry). Now, I will say, having been in the industry for a full decade in June, this seems to happen more often after elections. (work slowed down kinda like this in 2016, then in 2020 although that I attribute entirely to covid). But on the other hand 2/3 of those elections have resulted in... you-know-who. I had a half day today where we were already half-staffed. I'm going to be the only printer in tomorrow. Probably for another half day. We only have 4 full-time printmakers (plus one part-time) on staff. And while I'm the "most reliable one," thus making me the one they ask to come in on a friday while everyone else stays home, AND I have a philosophy of "I'm either here and being paid or home and sleeping in, it's kind of a win-win," I'm still nervous. We're not going to go out of business soon (boss has been running this place longer than I've been alive), but the tariff see-sawing is doing a number on print shops. I see on r/screenprinting several posts already about lost business or rising costs from the makers of blank t-shirts. Many many many shirt blanks and even the inks we use are made in places that are getting tariffed, and those supplies that are made in the USA already have a premium on them. I'll likely be okay in the long run, at the very least surviving in the long run. But the things you might not think about being affected by -waves hands- definitely are. I feel a little bit guilty for not being able to pull more financial weight (though I'm constantly reassured that I do harder work for my part of our income, but that's just how manual labor goes compared to a desk job). We're fine, but man do we feel kinda set back even more so. And keep in mind I kinda flowered late, AND he earned his Bachelor of Science degree within less than 2 years after the 2008 recession. Soooo -shrug- Never figured one could feel "held back a year" as an adult but apparently you can.

There is absolutely zero point to this post. More of a diary entry. I'm doing fine, doing okay, if anyone's worried for me on that front. I still enjoy a drink on fridays with friends. I still plan on going hiking back out west later this year. I'm still seeing my therapist. I'm doing things I enjoy. Talking to people I like (I like you all very very much). Just trucking along in an ok universe on an effed planet that seems to enjoy seeing me stagnate at worst and keep on keeping on at best.

[ibarap]

[Scout] Suntan Summer / Colorful good job 4

Tsumugi: I really wouldn't be able to do this myself.

Tsumugi: Er~, is the meeting still going...? I'm late, but I brought tea and sweets with me.

Sora: Hehe~, Senpai, thank you for your hard work today!

Niki: Thanks! Those look good.

Tsumugi: Please help yourselves. Although I'm involved with NewDi's current situation, I'm sorry I wasn't able to be here earlier.

Kuro: No worries. Weren't ya out for some meeting like usual? Thanks for yer hard work.

Tsumugi: Thank you. How's the 'thank you' party coming along?

Sora: Here, we just finalised the proposal for it! Sora thinks it'd be a project everyone in the staff can enjoy while staying inside our budget.

Tsumugi: Fufu, I'm glad everything went well. ♪ Sora-kun, you went around and asked them all sorts of things for this, am I right?

Kuro: Heh, so even Aoba knew about that.

Tsumugi Of course I do, it's all the office has been talking about. Sounds like everyone's really looking forward to it—

—since I was told that some idol kids at the agency even want to help you out.

Niki: That's great! So it looks like that solves our problem of not having enough helping hands, huh?

Sora: Yup! Senpai, please tell us who they all are later~.

Tsumugi: Sure, I'll get you guys in touch.

Sora: Hoho~♪ With everyone working together, Senpai and the staff will all get to recover their energy~!

Tsumugi: Fufu, I was really glad when you told me you wanted to do the 'thank you' party for me.

I've mentioned to you before how hard it'd be to allocate the work needed for it—

—because if you were to entrust it to them as 'business', then they'd feel like they're being forced to get it done in the end.

So I thought about working on this while still doing my own work around the office, but I didn't have the time.

That's why I'm really thankful that Sora-kun's organising it with both of your help.

I really wouldn't be able to do this myself.

Even though the three of you put in all this effort to draft a project proposal today, when you were struggling to think up of one due to the lack of both funding and available workers—

you guys must've been full of anxiety and thinking, "What do we do now?"

Kuro: Honestly, it was a real struggle to not mess anythin' up.

Tsumugi: Fufu, but you all managed one way or another, right?

Maybe I'm worrying too much. It does sound like it'll be a fun project, I'm really relieved.

Sora: If everyone has fun, then Sora would be happy with just that~.

At first, Sora didn’t really know how he could pull off the ‘thank you’ party, but when he was listening to all the staff's stories, Sora started to understand...

Everybody wants to have a ‘thank you’ party.

That’s why this is the most proper form!

Tsumugi: 'Proper form'?

Sora: Um, nevermind~. Sora's looking forward to seeing Senpai's happy face from now on. ☆ [1]

Chef onii-san, let's practice cooking ASAP so that we can properly serve everyone at our 'thank you' party!

Niki: Eh, wait, you mean starting now? But Aoba-kun just got here?

Sora: Yeah! Sora's gonna go home now, he has to get something for the project! Senpai, see you tomorrow...!

Kuro: What's this 'thing' he's talkin' about? If he meant the proposal itself, he coulda written it down here and handed it over.

Niki: Maybe he was hungry? Either way, we should get going too.

Kuro: Yeah, we should. Well, we'll be in yer care soon enough, Aoba.

Tsumugi: R-right. Sora-kun, what's gotten into you...?

Notes:

For this specific line, Sora uses 先輩 (senpai, general term) instead of his usual せんぱい (Senpai, aka what he calls Tsumugi). Not sure if this is a typo or not.

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I just realized I haven't posted any actual fics. So here's one part of a Valentines Enstars prompts thing I'm doing, I was supposed to do one every day then I got busy because finals decided to hit me like a truck, (yea I have finals in the middle of the year idk why) Anyways here's the lastest one I've done, with Rinne yay! This is my 7th fic ever so ehheh

Tags: afab language used once (mostly GN), Rinne is drunk, you also kinda are, dubcon kissing, suggestive themes, exhibitionism kinda if you squint

The noisy atmosphere of the casinos is starting to become too much for you. Everything in your vision becoming a bit too bright. Setting down your second glass of beer, deciding that will have to be it for the night if you didn't want to worsen, or wake up with an killer hangover tomorrow. The thought that you should leave flows into your mind, along with how you shouldn't have even come here, if the idol company you work for finds out you were here, it would cause tons of trouble.

The fact that Rinne Amagi was the one who dragged you here would not help your case either. An idol and producer out together, drinking. Said idol currently gambling away his money at the pachinko machines, along with a beer in his hands, although he was on his fourth one maybe? You were not keeping track of him. Staring at him now, his back turned to you, vermillion hair swaying every so slightly with his movements. Resting your head in your hands as you continue watching him, his body seeming to tense up some before he stands up slightly, pointing a hand at the machine, seeming to say something angrily before stopping and turning towards you.

A slight scowls on his face, indicating he must have lost. He was most likely out of money since his attention is off the machines. "Lady Luck must not be on my side today, I lost everything I had, I'll need to ask Niki for more money unless you can give me some?" He holds his hand out expectantly to you, his face now having a sort of smug grin.

Shaking your head slightly as you watch him take his hand back, the grin disappearing. He chooses instead to down the rest of the beer in his glass before walking back towards the bar. You had half a mind to stop him before thinking he can deal with the hangover himself and the repercussions of it tomorrow. You knew he wouldn't blame any of this on you, if you were being honest you didn't know why he invited you here with him, he knew you didn't gamble.

Yet, you had agreed to come with him, so here you are, sitting bored at a table while Rinne drinks himself to a blackout. Rinne comes back around seven minutes later, you were surprised he has enough money to buy this after complaining about needing some, that liar. As he sits across from you, you can see his bright blue eyes as they roam around what parts of your body he could see as he takes a long sip of the beer.

Squirming uncomfortably in your seat at his gaze as you look away, trying not to focus on him, on the fact you can feel yourself getting wet. The thought somewhat disgusts you, Rinne is an idol, you one of his producers, the relationship wouldn't work, you attempt to shut down those feelings to no avail as when you look back he's still staring right at you.

He finally looks away towards the pachinko machines, relaxing more now that his attention is gone you close your eyes, hoping that Rinne would tell you he wanted to leave in a few minutes and you could go home and forget this ever happened. The sound of a chair scraping closer to you startles you for a second, before you brush it off thinking that it must be someone taking a chair to sit with a friend.

That thought quickly diminishes when the feeling of someone sitting quite close to you overtakes your thoughts. Opening your eyes quickly, the first thing you see is Rinne's bright blue eyes staring into your face. You lean back suddenly in surprise, almost falling out of your chair, but you catch yourself at the right moment.

"Rinne, what the hell?" Is the first thing that leaves your mouth, you didn't know what to expect from him, but what he did say was something you didn't think he'd ever say to you. "You look so pretty up close like that, maybe this is the Luck god's way of giving me a win." Staring at him in utter confusion, then finally figuring out the alcohol is most likely hitting him.

"Well, thanks. It's late Rinne, I have to get back to my place so I won't get to work late tomorrow, you should probably do the same." You were relieved Rinne had taken a different ride than you, at least you wouldn't have to deal with him anymore, and possibly do something you'd regret. Looking at his somewhat stunned expression as you stand up, starting to walk away from him.

You had to excuse yourself as you walked by some people as the place was starting to get more crowded as the night went on. Pulling out your phone to check the time, 11:47pm. It was late, you were right, getting up at 7am would be a pain in the ass tomorrow. Putting your phone back in your pocket you didn't expect to feel a hand on your shoulder which spins you around, turning you directly into a kiss with Rinne.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you starting to try to pull away from him but can't, he's too strong. Your attempts to push away get weaker and weaker as you decide this wasn't so bad, his lips were soft, the taste of beer still lingering on them. Your eyes close as your hands move behind his back, trying to move him closer to you as you grind a little against his crotch, feeling a hardness start to form.

He let's out a quiet moan into the kiss before pulling away, his pupils are more dialiated and he breathes somewhat heavily. You were about to tell him to take you someplace more quiet as you could feel the stares from others, and you knew it wouldn't be long until someone recognized Rinne and a scandel happened.

Rinne seems to sense this though as he grabs your hand and starts to gently pull you along, sometimes running into someone. Both of you eventually end up at the bathroom but not without the glances of others. Rinne quickly opens the door and pulls you inside, locking the door behind him so no one could come in.

As soon as he's sure the door won't open one of hands slide up your shirt, the other in your hair as to brace the impact as he pushes you against the wall, not wanting to hurt you. His lips find yours again, your eyes close when he resumes what was starting out in the main area. His kiss deepens, his tongue licking at your lips to gain entry, which you gladly give him. The hand he has under your shirt sliding down towards the waistband of your pants.

You're glad you didn't head home now when you wanted to, Rinne didn't seem to want to stop anytime soon and that was fine with you.

[mamamittens]

I'm finally making progress on my event so hopefully tomorrow I'll have results but no promises because I get home an hour later and have to vote at an HOA right after so I'll be even later than usual getting home (for context, normally, when I get home and start writing immediately I can finish a chapter/one shot just before I need to shower and go to bed IMMEDIATELY with minimal distractions. Same for art pieces actually. It's unfortunate but it is what it is).

The rest is me rambling about an OC story ideas

In the meantime, while I've been at work, I've been trying to decide what I like better for Nikia's story. Mostly because I'm bored to tears and there's only so many reddit stories you can listen to before your brain melts. Specifically the growing up and how/why she runs into WBP.

At first I wanted it to be on her first mission that would start her career as an Elite Ranger, which has a slew of requirements above just being a regular ranger. It would also net her her own cabin and the most freedom of schedule and movement. Elite Rangers don't usually manage your groups or host outside of emergencies because they need to leave at a moments notice to take care of disturbances. But that didn't give her much time to be good at what she does enough to be an unknown at Marineford, though I teased the idea of her low-key revealing herself before ultimately deciding she'd never land at Marineford cause she wouldn't touch that shit with a 10 foot pole.

So I thought a decent way to bring WBP to her is them taking the island under their control by absorbing the pirates that previously claimed the island under their protection. It wasn't long before I decided it would be a nice, cute backstory if her mother was rescued by said pirates when Nikia was young so the captain ended up being her father figure. And it would be nice is he was old friend with Whitebeard though they don't talk much since he settled down a little to keep near his new favorite island.

I was thinking the "Many Hands Pirates" or "Clover Pirates" as their specialty is knowing someone for any job. Really low-key and social. They're the ones that organized the personal security force on the islands into what it is today--which is terrifyingly efficient and low-key, as well as the concept of Elite Rangers.

Anyway, they're the ones who deliver the bad news to Nikia about Teach and whatnot and are shocked at her reaction. As well as the ones that take her to Marineford knowing damn well she'll be about cloud height and ready to take whatever shot she needs to while everyone else catches up.

Prefers that, actually, because while he doesn't have those old fashioned "keep women out of the fight" ideas, he doesn't want his adopted daughter to be fighting Marines either. He taught her to fight dirty and hit hard for a reason damnit!

That and I wanted a really sweet moment where Thatch gets a little shovel talk and Whitebeard gets tetchy so he looks at him and says "You look after your kids, let me look after mine... By the way, I don't give a shit who your father is, make her cry like that again or string her along and I'll wear your balls for a coin purse."

Or maybe I just grew up around too many people with pig farms so my idea of protective is a tad intense. Idk.

Anyway, the idea of her growing up with an off and on again pirate father seemed fun. There to look into her milestones and provide a unique perspective.

Also I get to have a weird fertility/sexual health festival where someone (maybe Thatch) commits a faux pa of asking for the berries specifically harvested at the very start (which is only picked by of age/began puberty girls/women). It's a faux pa because they're very obvious symbolism and meant only to be eaten by the one that picks them or the one that they intent to have "fruitful relations" with. Given freely, of course. So asking is INCREDIBLY BOLD and depending on how old the girl is, INSANELY CREEPY AND INAPPROPRIATE as the berries have sexual health benefits as well as (believed) aphrodisiac qualities, but like... Chocolate does. Unless you're already DTF odds are you won't feel anything.

Anyway, Nikia gets very flustered and horrified and it's up to her father to explain why that was a terrible thing to ask outright. Let alone in public and they're lucky everyone knows they're strangers to the festival and asked someone at least of appropriate age.

There's a special part of the festival before dawn where the berries still attached to flowers are picked by those mourning mothers passed in childbirth who carry them from the hill all the way to the water (beach or cliff, haven't decided) to give the unripe fruit to the sea, picked before their time. Mostly because I wanted Ace to get to have a moment where he properly, openly honors his mother and it makes sense to have a moment of memoriam for women who passed like that in a festival meant to encourage sexual health and well-being in primarily women.

This festival takes place in the first part of January to open a new year and prepare the land/people for spring. Specifically when a large part of the snow melts on Winter Island and over waters the Snowmelt Berries, making the usually spicy berries very ripe, juicy, and sweet. Prone to popping in your hand so it's quite messy but also the reason there are so many damn bushes on Winter Island. It's impossible to overforage these berries, they grow to fast and so many. The snow quickly returns at the end of the month, halting the rapid growth the island had previously been enjoying.

Summer Island feels like fall/winter during this time and usually gets a bit of snow lol