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kpopsexstories · 9 months ago

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NCT Dream Dating Ban #5: Jeno Pt. 1

NCT Jeno can’t date girls. As his gay friend you help him out with his sexual needs. (Part 1 of 2)

Content Warning! This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: Top NCT Jeno x Bottom male reader

Content: Jeno comes naked to your room and takes you from behind

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 2.3k

Click here to read Part 2.

You're on your side in Jisung's bed, naked and recently emptied. Jisung has gone to the recording studio – the man’s gotta work after all – but he didn't leave you unfulfilled. You're loving the new friends-with-benefits relationship you've developed, and he has been reaping the benefits of your visit in the midst of the frustrating dating ban.

The duvet covers your lower half. Your phone is in your face as you scroll mindlessly through Tumblr posts. You don't even notice that Jeno is standing shirtless and horny in the door, moist and with wet hair, and only a small towel around his waist.

“Hey,” he eventually says to catch your attention.

You look up and smile at him. “Hey,” you say and secretly open your camera app. The view and angle is just too good not to take a cheeky snapshot.

“Did you just take a photo of me?” Jeno asks and laughs.

“No,” you lie and give him a naughty smirk, as you half way sit up while leaning on your elbows. The duvet slides down your body.

He doesn’t seem to mind. “I want to ask you something,” he says and effectively drops the subject.

You look at him curiously, then reach for your charger and plug in your phone. You roll on your side to put the phone away on the bedside table. The duvet slides down your hip and you know your ass is showing.

“Shoot,” you say without looking up.

“Is everyone around here getting some except me?”

“No,” you say. “I meant ‘shoot, the charger dropped to the floor’. Could you get it for me?”

You have no idea whether Jeno can tell that you're playing with him, or if he genuinely thinks you need help. Regardless, he quickly leaves the doorway and walks around the side of the bed. He bends down right next to you, and you smile wide as you take in his naked body up close.

When he's hunched down and grabs the cable you reach out and take his towel. Abruptly and with a big smirk on your face you yank it off his body and open your eyes wide. A naughty giggle comes out of your mouth.

“Hey!” Jeno exclaims and laughs. He quickly stands up straight, his hard dick waving right by your face, while you throw your arm backwards across the bed to bring the towel out of his reach.

The move makes the duvet slide even further down your thighs, revealing your own hard dick. Horny and in a playful mood, Jeno attacks you with his hands. He tickles your sides and pulls the duvet entirely off you as a way to take revenge, exposing you in the same way you just exposed him.

Your eyes meet and you both come to a complete stop. You're still smiling wide at each other as he towers over you, an arm on either side of your body. You rest your hand on his pumped chest and look down to admire his fit figure.

Oh my god! you think and try to hide your excitement.

Jeno too is taken by your presence and actions. He obviously came to your room for a reason, but you’ve already given him more than he expected to get.

He's the one who suddenly leans down to close the gap between your smirking mouths. You push your hand harder on his chest to stop him.

“Jeno,” you say and look him in the eye. “What are you doing?”

Jeno is naively confused. “Sorry,” he says and starts to pull away from you.

You stop him once again, this time by pulling his strong arm and putting your hand around the back of his broad shoulder. You raise your head to return the kiss he was going for, and give the man a taste of what he's been starving for for so long.

The mixed signals only confuse him further. You quickly lay back down and you're both frozen in place once more.

Jeno isn't smiling any longer. He stares at you with a puzzled expression. “I thought… do you… I want…”

You enjoy watching him squirm, but ultimately decide to put him out of his misery. Your giggle and gentle touch is designed to reassure the poor man, and it seems to work when his body slowly thaws and sinks down on top of yours.

You spread your legs to invite him inside. Your hard dicks suddenly brush together, fighting for space between your bodies. Jeno's moist skin from the shower he's just had is warm and smooth and feels wonderful to touch.

“Are you hungry?” you ask when your lips are almost touching, and Jeno's hand glides gently up and down your side as he explores your limits.

“No, I just ate,” he replies, and you laugh out loud at how oblivious he is.

“No, I meant, are you horny?”

“Oh,” he says and a faint version of his smile returns. “I’m fucking starving.”

You press your nose against his, look him straight in the eye, raise your knees around him and wrap your legs behind his thighs and ass. “Then let's eat.”

You suddenly attack each other violently, grinding and kissing, touching and squeezing, rubbing your cocks and chests and legs together as if you've been craving this moment for months or years. You entangle yourselves in a hot mess and sudden outburst of passion and desire.

Jeno has indeed been hungry for longer than you think. He’s as starved as a lion in drought season. He's listened to you devour a great meal with Jisung every night for the past five days and desperately wants a piece of the cake.

And though you've had more cake than any of the boys in the dorm these past days, you're eager for more and also happy to share a slice. You're not entirely sure who is the cake and who is the hand holding the knife that cuts it in this metaphor.

The hot, eager, naked and awe-inspiring make-out session is not the climax of your time in the sheets though. You know why Jeno came to your room in the first place, and you're more than willing to give him a piece of your ass. It might not be the wet pussy his cock is used to – or rather, deprived of – but it's as good as, if not better than, any pocket pussy money can buy.

And, maybe Renjun had a point when you met by the pool yesterday. It was never spoken in clear terms, but maybe the boys aren’t coming to you just because there are no pussies around. Maybe the dating ban is just an excuse in a country where coming out as gay would end their career in an instant.

The erotic and wild kissing stops when Jaemin suddenly appears in the wide open door. “Guys!” he says and both you and Jeno quickly look up at him. ”We're trying to watch a movie out here.”

“Then close the door,” Jeno says sternly, as if it's the obvious solution to the problem.

Jaemin smiles wide and winks at you, then slowly closes the door between you.

Jeno doesn't say another word about what just happened and neither do you. Just a few days ago it would have felt super weird and awkward, but you've come to learn just how desperate the boys are. And like Jisung, Jaemin is your close friend. You have no secrets from him.

You're definitely on everybody's minds though now that you've been caught. You imagine the naughty expressions, dirty looks, sexual fantasies, infectious giggles and hard, pillow-covered dicks of Jaemin, Mark and Chenle as they're lined up on the couch, listening intensely to the sex going on in Jisung's bed and ignoring the movie altogether.

The thought excites you. Jisung might have made you come less than an hour ago, but you're more than ready again for Jeno to have his turn. So when he comes back down to resume the make-out session, seemingly completely unfazed by the fact that you aren't alone in the house and that Jaemin has seen you naked together, you eagerly push his fit body off you.

You pull your legs together and effortlessly flip around on your stomach. You lay down on the bed and reach back to grab your ass cheeks, pulling them apart for Jeno to enjoy. If Jeno doesn't get this message he deserves to be starved.

He does get the message though, and he’d do anything to eat. He pushes away to give you space while you get into position, then promptly returns and throws himself on top of you.

He immediately starts to grind and thrust violently behind you. You spread your legs again. “Ohh, yeah, Jeno,” you moan. ”I'm hungry too. I wanna feel your cock inside me.”

This sparks something in Jeno, something you have no idea if he's been aware of himself. Can this really just be a straight man plagued by sexual frustration that is squirming so passionately on your back?He seems so confident and sure of himself, like he's done this a million times before.

Especially considering the way he penetrates you. Your words make him spring into action. He quickly lifts his body on his arm and reaches down between your legs. Your ass is wide open for him to enjoy, and he penetrates it with such eager force that you can't imagine this being the first time he's with another man.

Your thoughts immediately turn to Renjun, the only one who has openly admitted to you that he's gay. Imagine Jeno fucking him like a rabbit or in secret during dance practice breaks. Oh God that would be hot.

Your imagination is running wild but you're quickly pulled back to reality when Jeno begins to fuck you. The sex immediately turns rough and wicked. He pulls your legs together and lifts his knees, placing them on either side of your thighs.

In this position, your cheeks squeeze his shaft even tighter, giving him an even greater pleasure. He plants a hand on your lower back and pushes himself higher up. His upper body towers far above yours. The other hand glides down to your ass and takes a firm grip around your hip.

He pushes you down hard and violently, and the springs in the mattress catapult your ass back onto his shaft repeatedly. You grimace and bury your face in the sheets as he forcefully shoves his cock in your hole.

It feels good. Oh, so good, the way his cock fills your hole and rubs against its walls. You're surprised and slightly pained by Jeno's harsh handling of your body, and the weight he puts on your back, but it's nothing compared to how great he makes you feel.

He fucks you hard, thrusting and groaning behind you while his arms and thigh muscles work at full capacity. He rolls and pushes his hips and pelvis onto your ass in short but powerful bursts while digging his fingers into your skin.

You whimper softly for his pleasure. “Ahh, yeah, fuck me Jeno.”

Your voice is muffled by the sheets. “Yes, yes, give me that cock.”

The springs squeak and the bed shakes. “Ahhh, fuck, Jeno!”

The boys outside must be livid.

Your words only inspire Jeno further. He forcefully spreads your legs and pulls his knees over your thighs, to reposition himself between your legs again. The weight on your back goes away as his hand slides down your side toward your ass.

With a firm grip with both hands around your waist he abruptly pulls you backwards, making your whole body jolt across the bed.

“Fuck, so eager,” you exclaim and laugh.

Jeno doesn't know if your strained and pained moans mean you're pleading for gentleness or if you actually love how violently he handles you. It doesn't matter, because he'd ignore your pleads either way.

All he wants is to fuck you and fuck you hard. To use your ass and body as his personal sex toy. He hasn't been laid in forever and simply can't get enough of you.

Then he abruptly pulls out. He waddles backwards to the edge of the mattress and steps down onto the floor. Another jerk, as he pulls your whole body with him and you sit up on your knees.

Your ass is in the air and your feet dangle over the edge of the bed when you feel Jeno’s dick slap against your cheeks. He plays with his shaft, hitting your skin repeatedly as he takes in the view of his new toy.

He drags you closer and looks straight down when he guides his cock. You lean on your elbows and spread your legs wide for him, anticipating the moment the head is pushed back inside your hole.

This time he does it slowly. He teases you, expands you with the head only to pull back out. Each time he goes a little deeper, observing his shaft as it disappears inside you and reappears repeatedly.

Finally, he takes his hand off the dick and thrusts forward, pushing himself all the way in.

“Ahhh,” he moans.

His palms are on your hips again. He's standing straight, only bending his knees slightly to achieve the right height and angle. You lower your head onto the bed and raise your ass a little higher.

“Yes, Jeno, fuck my ass! Yeah, your cock feels so good. Mmm, fuck me harder.”

You're so ready for him to take you hard again, and for Chenle and Jaemin – the only two Dream guys you still haven't had sex with – to be bursting with jealousy outside.

This is so fucking hot! you think and grin. And it's only the beginning.

Click here to read Part 2.

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truthdogg · 2 years ago

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As I read the post linked below, it reinforced for me just how much media has changed in the past ten to twenty years. The post itself is a great snapshot of what’s required to understand a news story, and it demonstrates why most news media today is simply not working.

I don’t watch tv news, and haven’t for probably a decade. We have a subscription to the New York Times, but the login rarely works for me, and we’ve let our Washington Post subscription lapse. I get my news from a variety of online newspapers, npr, websites, blogs, and podcasts, and usually do an internet search for anything that sounds interesting or that I want to understand better.

This is a pretty terrible way to keep up with things. It takes a lot of time, and it requires a general knowledge of the ideological slant of the news outlet I’m reading. That means I either have to remember or look up who owns the company and who runs their editorial board, which takes up even more time.

I could save a lot of time by going to one source that not only spells out what just happened, but also tells who loses and who gains, what the impacts will be and how to process it, and perhaps even include links to speech transcripts and legislation for us to read on our own. Good newspapers used to do more of that, but they don’t anymore; instead they simply share the latest quotes about the subject at hand. (“He said this thing, she said a different thing, so you decide for yourself who’s telling the truth. What is truth, anyway?”) So now we need to piece full stories together from multiple sources, just like tumblr user @yiffmaster does above.

It takes a genuine interest in what you’re reading to spend the necessary time that on that. Otherwise all you’ll see are stories about how there’s a new hire at NLRB from SEIU and that upset somebody, or something about the Joy Silk doctrine that makes no sense on its own, or (most likely) that Biden spoke to a worker or two on a picket line somewhere but so did Donald Trump so both parties claim to support workers. It’s all meaningless individual trees standing on their own until you can step back, study, and see the forest.

That’s not to say we never get important dot-connecting well-researched articles. We absolutely do, and there are still plenty of amazing hardworking journalists, but the landscape is so fragmented that it’s hard to know where those articles will come from, whether they can be trusted, or often even how to find or access them. Often they don’t even have dates, so it’s hard to know just how outdated the information even is.

I would love to find a news source that organized its articles by topic and provided outside links. Every story could provide links to relevant info and source material, instead of offhand references. But such a broad news site doesn’t really exist among the sources I read. (TPM might get closest at times, but it’s a tiny company.) instead, an article gets published, it’s out of date a week later, and it remains the top search result for its subject matter for weeks, months or years. Try looking up what the Biden administration did to help rail workers after they went back to work at the start of December 2022, to see what I mean. It’s possible, but you have to already know what you’re looking for. Otherwise all you can find is that they let workers down by forcing them back to work, which isn’t remotely the whole story—what came after that was a very big deal.

But there’s a workaround to all of this that a lot of Americans use to feel they have the full picture. It’s a cable network that does connect all the dots. It ties stories back into an overarching narrative, and explains to viewers how each news story reinforces its narrative. Its viewers tune in for that narrative; they know who is blocking the programs they’re told are good or bad, and who supports the other ones. It’s called FOX News of course, and it’s complete garbage propaganda. It’s also genius in how it works.

There is no good way to deprogram a FOX viewer who’s sucked in, because there is simply no alternative that fully describes the stories that they follow. They’re in an alternative universe of facts that have bits of the real world thrown in for color. The stories that multiple reliable sources do provide cannot counter that narrative on their own, because they simply don’t explain enough. If anything they have the opposite effect, because the FOX viewer is arriving with a set narrative in their mind, and the small story that simply presents arguments with no conclusions will include the argument they’re familiar with. For them to come out of that well of ignorance will require research into multiple sources that they’re simply not going to ever do.

A liberal propaganda outlet to counter it is more than useless—most people who lean left find those annoying and and no one on the right would believe a word of it.

No, what we need is news for today to be organized completely differently, almost like a current events Wikipedia. Publishing a newspaper or making a newscast and sticking them online is borderline ridiculous. They’re only snapshots in time, and without a tree of links to accompany them—perhaps via a link back to a topic main page where that tree of links resides—they often become misinformation fairly quickly.

Many news outlets have taken some baby steps toward something like this, but only with major stories (“Follow our impeachment coverage here!”), and only with their own articles. This relegates other important news (like what the Biden Admin is doing with labor) to a lesser status and keeps these outlets as news gatekeepers, and it undermines their own credibility among doubters by presenting yet another closed system.

We need news sources that are much more comprehensive and committed to providing a full picture if we ever hope to undo the damage and division that propaganda is creating here. I’d love to know if any of you have found such a thing. I haven’t.

#long reads #TLDR: news media is completely divorced from modem reality and needs a comprehensive update #us news #fake news #propaganda

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sodomitecastiel · 4 years ago

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Do you have any recommended spn fics? To be restored is consuming all of my non fenario brainspace

This is in no way an exhaustive list - @jewishcharliebradbury is the one to go for that - but these are some favorites of mine, please always heed their tags just in case!

Putting it under a readmore because I'm a wordy bastard:

Sky Verse by starandrea: Angelic civil war! The crispest, most in-character dialogue! Vast, sprawling worldbuilding! Dean and Cas get together and are very bad at it for a long time! This series obsesses me the way other people are obsessed with dta (which I have not read for fear of commitment but fully intend to eventually).

To Be Restored by serenetyfails: You mentioned this one already but it's worth repeating - it's my favorite trans spn fic that I didn't write myself. Cas's transmasc identity is handled so carefully and so competently, Dean flips out in a way that's both in character and still kind to him, and Sam and Rowena are wonderfully fleshed out. I think many people would look at the premise and worry it's either misogynistic or fetishy, but it's neither, it's such a love letter to Cas's well-earned masculinity. Also, I'm obsessed with Rowena knowing and being buddies with a lot of trans women witches :)

Talk Therapy by shara: This is one of my favorite 'Dean is bad at asking for things' fics, it deals with his inability to want things past what he can give to others really well. I also appreciate that not everything in their relationship is fixed just because they're together, although the amount they love each other is always obvious.

Epilogue by JayneL: A weird little time travel story that is NOT a fixit for endverse, but is exceptionally kind to endverse Cas anyway. It aches very badly. I remember it being pretty trippy but also having to sit and look at the ceiling a while after reading it.

The Love Story of the Runner Up by Margo_Kim: Cas dates a normal human man with a good soul for a little while before he gets with Dean. Both of them know it isn't for forever, but they look after each other anyway. Told through the lens of story-swapping between gay friends and written with so much care & love. (You can thank @okologie for finding this one and making me read it despite my reservations.)

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo: Everyone recommends this fic but it's for a reason. Probably the best post-retirement fic there is, and definitely helped me form the neural connections to write Fenario, haha, I can't recommend this one enough. The complicated Dean and Sam issues are held with just as much weight as the Dean and Cas ones, although both are handled gently.

you and me in the war of the end times by stickthelanding (@tallahasseemp3): Alma knocked it out of the park with this one. THEE shotgunning fic. I've reread it more times than I can count, it has the loveliest atmosphere. I want to gnaw on this prose, said with love!

A Drinking Song by Balder12: Endverse snapshot. This one is mostly just bone hurting juice but it's one of my favorite characterizations of them - sometimes I find that endverse stories either make Cas way too soft or fucked up in a way I find goes too far in a direction I don't agree with, this one feels pitch perfect.

Everyone Is Trying to Get to the Bar by Balder12: All time fave angel true form fic!!! It's deliciously weird and fun, definitely a mind-melter. I only read it the once but sometimes I think about it and get a funny little shiver.

Tall Grass by aeli_kindara: This is another 'universal favorite', but also for good reason. Extraordinarily tender, it's my personal favorite Cas-grows-a-garden post canon story, especially because it manages to write a jealousy plotline that doesn't make me want to bite and kill. Dean's voice is exactly right and everything unfurls with this tender inevitability, idk how else to describe it! It also ends on a final image that's so lovely it's seared into my brain.

Dean (and Cas') Top 13 Zepp Traxx by pantheon_of_discord: Nobody does vignettes like supernatural writers. I love the way the road feels in this one, and how carefully picked each moment is. A string of pearls, this fic.

There's Only One Sure Thing That I Know by blinkiesays: Dean and Cas get trapped in the midwest by a curse that doesn't let them leave the state, and they want to break it until they don't. Being trapped gives them an excuse to want to settle down, but the route they take to get there is, of course, circuitous. This one hurts a little because it takes place while Sam is dead, but it isn't gratuitous in its sadness. Sweet and melancholy.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo: FAVE FAVE FAVE FAVE. I push this one at everyone I can. I'm extremely picky about 'Dean's self loathing' fics, mainly because I think it can veer easily into melodrama, but this author weaves Dean's self hatred and his anger together very seamlessly, in a way that feels real to the show. Also, Cas is perfect.

sweeter coming from my hand by perilously: A story that I liked before Nov5 and withstood the test of time!! Dean and Cas get married/soul-bound in order to both remove the Mark of Cain and fix Cas's grace. Features a formative scene for me where Cas expresses worries about if he has a soul and Dean raps knuckles on his chest, going, "knock knock, sounds like a soul in there." If you like this one, perilously has many good fics that are just as in character.

On Labor by a_good_soldier: I very nearly couldn't finish this one, but not because it's bad, haha. The premise just makes me want to tear my clothes in mourning - Dean knows Cas is in love with him, after getting him back from the Empty, and decides that he should give him what he wants without realizing that he wants it too. Dean performatively dating Cas while trying to talk himself into liking it (not knowing that he does actually like it) is exactly the kind of convoluted bullshit Dean's internalized homophobia would do to him. Nauseating and spectacular. Sticks in your brain for weeks.

canticles by 2street2car: An excellent 'weird girl best friends' fic. After striking out at the brothel, Dean decides to treat Cas to the "first date experience" himself, since the guy might die the next day. To sum it up succinctly: the rituals are intricate. And dirty dancing is referenced!

we shovel all the ashes out by xylodemon: As the author states themself, this fic is a love letter to California - it's a road trip casefic that's so rooted in place, the setting is rich and lush and the atmosphere makes me ache, and not just because it's set in my home state! I saved this one for last because this is another prolific author who has many stories I come back to again and again (Sweet Home and Love: A Retrospective are particularly good), they really don't miss. Usually when I read fic, it's a mad dash to the finish, but I took my time with this one. I highly encourage you to do the same :)

#dear god. ok. this got long #if u want more recs i mean it alie is Thee fic reccer i trust #but these are some gems i carry around w me :)#nathaniel.txt #answered #fic rec

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mintmatcha · 5 years ago

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ukai keishin - grumpy

amy!!!! ty so much for the request- i really admire your writing and i hope you like this!!!]

Summary: just a snapshot of your relationship with keishin

Contains: NFSW, 18+, no reader pronouns, reader has a vagina, new relationship/established relationship, soft smut, slight mention of relationship issues.

ukai x reader

word count: 4k

cross posted: ao3

The woody vine digs into the pad of your thumb as you pluck another pepper. The repetition has dug a noticeable indentation into the skin, one that makes you wince every time you harvest a vegetable. In the low light of pre-dawn, sun still tucked behind the mountains, you can't see the bruising on your fingers, but you can feel how it pulses. Popping the digit into your mouth, the warmth of your tongue is automatically soothing, so much so that you can ignore the soft taste of soil on your skin.

“I told you to bring gloves.” Keishin chides, barely looking up at you. He’s squatted a couple feet away, elbows resting on his thighs as he works. The rubber boots, with his oversized overalls crammed into the top, squeak every time he shifts. Pick, squeak, pick, squeak. You open your mouth to tease him, but the way his eyes meet yours, steeled and firm, tell you he’s not in the mood. Cinching his teeth around the worn leather, he pulls his hand from the glove and leaves it dangling from his mouth, lips curled to avoid touching the dust directly. Even in his goofy attire, there’s something about his focus- the downward cast of his eyes, the hint of his canine over the leather, the steadiness of his hands- that makes your heart flutter. Wordlessly, he takes the glove out of his mouth and tosses it your way. You catch it with a fumble.

“Are you sure?” you ask as you pull it on. The tips of the glove gap above your fingertips, bending outward as you clench your fist. “What about you?”

He shrugs and returns to work. Even in the darkness you can see his scowl. “I guess I’m not as delicate as you.”

You didn’t blame him. He doesn’t mean to be this… grumpy. This was the worst time of year for Keishin; harvest season overlapped with volleyball preliminaries. The late nights he had been pulling with the team after work on top of these early mornings at his family’s farm had to be draining. It was no wonder that date nights had become nearly nonexistent. It didn’t help that your work schedule often led to you working on the weekends, meaning that between the two of you there were no free days. Sleepovers are far and few between; both of you still live at home and, despite the fact you are both well into your twenties, your parents weren’t too keen on your sleeping next to someone while unwed. No free days, no free nights.

Again, you didn’t blame him. It wasn’t like he was trying to avoid you, three jobs was a lot for anyone. It was hard to ignore your concern for his well-being, but he was always quick to dismiss your worries. ‘I’m an adult.’ he always insisted. ‘I can balance myself.’

Was it selfish to miss him? Was it selfish to wish there was an extra hour in his day for you?

“You didn’t have to come.” Ukai says, matter-of-fact. “You should be sleeping right now.”

“I want to be here.” you insist. It’s almost a lie. Do you really want to be here, squatting in the dirt, picking vegetables at 5:30am? Of course not, but you wanted to be here for him. With him.

The metal thermos at your feet wobbles as you adjust, the deep squat you’ve been sitting in starting to ache deep in your thighs. Dropping forward onto your knees, the gravel of the path digging into your kneecaps, you wrap your hands around the metal, pressing it against your chest to feel the ambient warmth. The blonde doesn’t turn from his work, but he does tilt his head towards you, a small sign of his attention.

“You gonna hold it or drink it?’

You huff before taking a delicate sip, trying to avoid burning your lips. “I’m savoring it, ‘Shin.”

“ ‘Savoring it.’ ” he repeats. The grit of sleep still clings to his voice. He sounds weathered, tired. “Are you gonna let me ‘savor’ some of that?”

“Maybe.” you take another sip before placing the cup back down, this time closer to him, a silent invitation. It’s like trying to feed a stray cat, luring him in with the promise of something tasty. “If you’re good.”

A long moment passes and he doesn’t move, he just studies you. There may have been a flicker of a smile, a hint of a good mood hiding underneath the surface, but it's gone before you can process it.

“You know.” he says, “I don’t know how you do it.” he continues working with bare hands and, even without protection, he works so much faster than you. You can tell he’s been doing this for years; every twist of his wrist seems practiced. It’s something you try and emulate each time you’re here with him, but it only slows you down more.

“Do what?”

Keishin finally stops. He chews his cheek for a moment, eyes flickering across your features. He opens his mouth, then shuts it with a sigh as he weakly gestures to the thermos at your feet. “The coffee. How do you make the coffee?”

You can’t help but sigh as you fall back onto your seat. You cross your legs as you grab the thermos, taking a deep pull. Again, you savor it with a hum and Keishin snorts at your antics. He picks from the row of plants once more before standing. Hands on the back of his pelvis, he stretches slowly, popping his back with the same care an old man would. It reminds you of his grandfather, but you keep that remark to yourself.

“ ‘Shin, you make yourself coffee every day- probably the same way I do.” you say as he plops himself next to you. The cup is already waiting for him when he reaches for it.

“But yours is always better.” he doesn’t say it with the sweetness of a compliment- he says it like a fact. It shouldn’t make you smile this wide, but it does. He blows over the lid of the mug, watching the steam twist into the air for a moment before taking a drink. It was your coffee, but you had made it for him- just a splash of cream, a crazy amount of sugar: just the way he likes it. The crinkle at the corner of his eye as drinks tells you that he notices.

“Are you savoring it?” you ask. He just closes his eyes and sighs.

"I guess I am."

Even without looking, his pinky finds yours, looping together gently. It's the gloveless hand, finding yours. Bare skin against bare skin, warmth against warm. Your body prickles with warmth as he squeezes; something about him pulling you closer, even if it’s just a finger’s width closer, makes your heart jump. It’s funny how the smallest gesture makes you melt. Keishin didn’t always have a lot to give you; your relationship was a collection of these small moments together, settled between his jobs and yours, but it was enough.

Every moment together is restorative.

“Cinnamon.” you press a kiss into his shoulder as you snag your cup back. He peeks at you through one open eye, “I put cinnamon in the coffee.”

Keishin leans into you, resting his head against your shoulder. He nuzzles into your sleeve, drawing in a deep breath, before pulling away to sit up straight again. Reaching back into the row of plants before you, he plucks one carefully before dropping it into the bucket. “Nah, that’s not it.”

You blink. “Uh, yeah. It is.”

“Nah. It’s because it’s made with love.” he smirks.

You pretend to think for a moment. "Actually, I didn't make this cup with love- so you're wrong."

He rolls his head back to watch you. "Oh yeah?"

"I made it with hate."

"Really." he tilts his body, chest pressed against your shoulder.

"You didn’t taste my loathing?" you tease.

The tip of his nose grazes your ear, nudging you softly. His breath warms the side of your face, lips just a moment from your skin. He’s patient, waiting for you to come to him. You try and resist for just a moment, but he nudges you with a huff.

You can’t help but crumble.

There’s a hint of a chuckle as you finally turn to meet his lips. The kiss is off center, connecting at the corner of your mouth. You try to pull back to correct it when a leathered hand grips on to your jaw and he holds your face steady, squishing your lips with sheer force. Ukai doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping your lower lip before dipping into your mouth. He tastes like coffee and cinnamon, sweet and bitter. With every movement, he savors you, pulling you deeper and deeper until the both of you are twisted into each other's embrace.

When he pulls away, it’s too soon. It’s not until he’s panting against you that you realize your own lungs are burning for air, almost as if your hunger for him had outweighed your need to breathe.

He hums thoughtfully. “I dunno, tastes like love to me.”

You roll your eyes, trying to bite back your smirk as you lean in for another kiss. “God, you’re the worst, Shin.”

This time, he doesn’t connect. Instead, he pulls away, mouth downturned once again as he stares back into the sea of green. It’s an unfocused stare, focused more on his thoughts than his surroundings.

“Yeah, I kinda am, aren’t I?”

“Hey, what-” you struggle with what to say. “Don’t be like that.”

“I mean, it’s true.” he shrugs. “This is our first date in, what? 3 weeks? And we’re working on my fucking grandpa’s-”

Your elbow cracks against the soft of his ribs, a bit harder than necessary. He wheezes slightly as you knock the air out of him. “Negativity be gone.”

He whines a bit too dramatically. “Oh my god, what’s wrong with you? Did you learn that from Sugawara? I’m never letting you watch a game ever again.”

It’s hard to hold back your smirk. “I mean- it worked! I’m not going to let you ruin the moment with your nega-!”

“Shut up for a second!” he says and this time he’s the one throwing an elbow. “I’m trying to apologize for being a shitty boyfriend!”

“You shut up!” you mirror him, but he’s ready this time. His response is quick, catching your arms against his. You two continue, poking back and forth roughly, laughter bubbling up. “You don’t need to apologize for being busy!”

“Well, I’m going to.” he grabs the edge of your shirt, leaning into you once again. “Come here and accept it.”

The gravel shifts under your feet as you scramble to stand, pulling out of his grasp. He watches you in confusion as you back away, but his look quickly transforms into something playfully predatory. The shift is wordless, but both of you understand the game that’s about to unfold.

“Come. Here.”

“No way.”

You turn on your heel and run. Keishin’s quick, grunting with effort as he throws himself forward. The sound of his shoes, squeaking against the rock, is faster than you anticipate and you have to force your legs to pump quicker. The cool morning air burns your throat as you barrel down the row, the dew covered leaves brushing against your arms and leaving wet stripes. Something about the simple act of moving dissolves all your tension, all your worries.

You turn your head to check in on your pursuer. Keishin is behind you, running with just as much force as you, but he’s grinning ear to ear with breathless laugh. It’s not his usual mischievous grin, but a soft one. A relaxed one. His baseball cap is halfway off of his head, caught by the wind, but he doesn’t reach to save it. He’s too busy reaching for you.

Everything is quiet except the two of you, laughing breathlessly as you chase each other like children. The sun has just started to crest the mountains, illuminating the sky with a blur of pastels. The pink of the sky reflects in his hair, catching in the glint of his eye as his gaze meets yours, and something in your brain tells you that you’ll remember this exact moment for the rest of your life. You want the moment to freeze, to stay in this childish bliss forever-

-but, of course, it doesn’t.

The rubber toe of Keishin’s boot catches a rock, sending him tumbling forward into a slow fall. He stumbles, catching himself for a moment before falling onto his knees, then his face. With a wince, he rolls on to his back, arms and legs spread eagle in defeat. Oversized pants, chunky boots, a stupid baseball cap: he looked more like an exhausted toddler than an adult. You slow to a jog, trying to pretend his fall wasn’t absolutely hilarious, but your stomach is clenching with the repressed laughter. Backtracking, you join his crumbled form.

“You okay?” you’re panting much harder than you should be. God, shouldn’t the smoker be less athletic?

“No, I think I’m really hurt.”

“Where? Your knees?” you drop to your knees immediately and reach for him, taking his hands in yours. The palm of his non gloved hand is scraped, but there’s no sign of blood.

“My ego.” he groans, “I think I bruised it.”

You let out something that isn’t quite a sigh or a groan. “You jerk.” you lean down and place a kiss on the bridge of his nose, right over where it crinkles when he smiles. “You had me worried for a second.”

He cranes forward to press his lips against yours, but only going as far as to brush his lips against yours. Every movement of your lips is a ghost against his, each breath more present than the feeling of skin. Each kiss is just a tease, barely a taste, and it makes you feel hungry. His hand circles your waist before drawing a line up your spine and your hunger deepens, burning deep into your core.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately.” he says against your skin, hand guiding you closer to him. You lay down next to him, resting your head on his bicep. It should feel silly, to be laying in the dirt, in the middle of the field, but there’s something so natural about being with him that makes you forget about your surroundings. There’s something natural and unadulterated about being quiet with each other.

“It won’t be like this forever, I promise.” he’s the first to break the silence. “One day, we’ll see each other every day. Just- be patient with me.”

You kiss his shoulder. “You’re worth the wait.” you place another one a few inches upwards. “I miss you, but you’ll always be worth the wait.”

Ukai rolls, throwing a knee over your hips to loom over you. His bangs tickle your forehead as he kisses you. It’s short. “I miss you.”

He places another peck on your lips. “Every day.”

Another kiss catches you off guard. “Every night.”

Another one. This one is long enough for you to kiss back. “Constantly. I miss you constantly.”

You hook a leg over his ass, fingers starting to fiddle with the buttons holding his overalls up. “Prove it.”

He hesitates. Tilting his head up, he holds his breath as he scans the row, searching for any signs of movement in the distance. Until now, you had forgotten that other people even exist. The air is still, only the distant sound of crows cutting through the silence. His muscles relax against you after a moment, gaze returning to study your features.

“I missed you.” he leans in and breathes into the shell of your ear before sinking his canines into the lobe. The sharpness sends you keening in surprise, pressing yourself farther into him. He takes the opportunity to tuck his arm under the arch of your back, using the angle to hold your hips against his, his forming bulge pressed right against your core. Your hands are still twiddling with the clasp on his overalls, your proximity to him making the simple task much harder than it should be. Every one of his movements is pulling you into him, like he can’t get you close enough to be satisfied. He sucks on the soft on your neck finishing the hickey off with a bite.

“Why’d you wear these stupid, ugly pants?” you huff as you finally free a button. Ukai breaks away from your neck to laugh before tracing his tongue across the bruise. The warmth surprises you and you can’t stop the whine that escapes you.

“Fuck off.” his free hand easily unclinches your pants before shoving them down. The denim digs into the plush of your thighs as he struggles to place himself between your legs. The ground is cold and coarse against your bare skin, but you can’t focus on anything other than the heat of his breath trailing down your neck.

“Fuck- I missed you.” he repeats as you finally unclasp his overalls and slide them down. They hang off his hips, just low enough for his erection to hang over the fabric, his dooling cockhead resting against your stomach. Firmly, he taps his cock against you with a soft thwack, watching the translucent strings of precum connecting you stretch and break. It dribbles on the hem of your shirt and you want to admonish him for it, but when your eyes meet, his blown out pupils take your words away. The way he watches you, eyes hazed over with lust, is borderline feral. All you can do is kick down a pant leg, freeing your leg and allowing it to fall farther open for him.

Keishin slides further down you, greedily dragging the spongy head of his cock through your folds, gathering your slick. Each pass across your clit makes you twitch, thighs squeezing around his hips. With a wolfish grin, he splits your cunt with his free hand and whistles at the sight.

“I missed this pretty little pussy.” he pressed forward unceremoniously and the head of his cock squeezes into you with a pop. The stretch aches, but something deeper in you is burning for more. “Fuck, look how wet you are… “

He’s quick to bottom out, slamming his hips into yours as if he can’t hold back any longer. His eyes are struggling to stay open as he rolls his hips against you faster, struggling to continue watching your poor pussy struggle to take him. The weeks without him have left you desperate, hips uncontrollably bucking against his. The rhythm is off, your bodies struggling to keep up with each other and just ending up slamming against each other unevenly. It’s wild, it leaves you breathless but your approaching high is so painfully close, neither of you can slow down to gather yourselves.

“You’re so good, fuck, so tight…” his head lolls forward, eyes fluttering closed, “You… so good… so hot… fuck, I missed you.”

Your hands wander up the front of his shirt, nails scraping against his chest. “Ple-ase, Keishin.” you beg, too breathless to say anything else. The sound of your voice makes him crumple over with a whine, fingers digging painfully hard into the fat of your hips as he struggles to pull you impossibly close. His cock twitches, spilling pulse after pulse of hot cum deep inside you.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” he murmurs, hips dragging out of you slowly. The movement makes you feel sloppy, the mixture of his cum and yours spilling down the crack of your ass. The sheer lewdness of it makes your core clench with desire, but the fading heat in your core makes you feel borderline nauseous.

As you begin to untangle yourself, trying to hide your disappointment, he pulls you back in.

“Don’t.” he whispers into your chest. “I’m not- I’m not done with you.”

Ukai’s headband has slipped backwards, barely hanging on to the back of his head. The mess of blonde, half of it plastered to his forehead, tickles your cheek as he kisses your cheek. The edge of desperation is gone, replaced with something gentler, as he rolls back into you. Every bit of friction has been replaced with the slick, warmness of his cum.

“I wanna wake up next to you every day.” Something about cumming has made him sappy. His hand dips low to circle your clit, tracing those practiced patterns you love so much. This time, instead of a fast, dangerous rise, the heat inside you pours slowly, like magma flowing through your core.

“I’m going to buy you a big ol’ house.” he mumbles into your chest, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “And a pretty little ring. And -oh fuck you feel so good- and, and you’re never gonna miss me again.”

God, the term making love is corny, so impossibly cringey, but as he whispers those promises into your skin, you understand it. It’s more about the need to feel closer, the need to hold and be held. It’s three weeks of emotions that neither of you can vocalize.

Fuck, you feel so full. Physically, emotionally. Every caress is tender, delicate and appreciative. Your thumbs trace over his crow’s feet and for the umpteeth time this morning, you savor the moment.

“I wanna be with you forever.”

Everything feels in focus- the friction of his jeans against your knees, the fabric clinging to your stomach, prickled with sweat, the ministrations of your lover’s lips against your skin as he whispers sweet nothings into you- but everything fades as you cum. Your orgasm hits slowly; you don’t even know you’re there until your legs are kicking out uncontrollably. Fingers tangled in the cotton of his shirt, you keen one last time. In the blur, you’re faintly aware of him joining you, his words dissolving into whines.

It takes a heartbeat for everything to still again. Keishin tilts his head up, studying you for a moment before speaking.

“‘M so tired.” he essentially collapses on you, knocking the air out of your lungs. The lay he goes immediately slack in your arms would have been cute if whte weight of his body wasn’t pressing our bare skin into the gravel under you. “I’m gonna nap.”

After quickly ruffling his hair, you press him up, gentling encouraging him to get off. “Come on, sleepyhead, your grandpa’s gonna start looking for us if we’re gone for too long.”

Keishin grimaces, propping himself up onto his elbows as he withdraws from you. The air against the mess on your thighs makes you shiver. “Please don’t mention the old man while I’m still inside you.”

He falls back into his heels and leaves you laying there. Before adjusting himself, he takes your bare leg by the ankle and tries to slip your pant leg back on. The hem gets caught on your heel and he fumbles.

“I can dress myself, Shin, you don’t have to.” you sigh, even as you adjust to make it easier. Denim sticks to your wet skin and he continues to work, completely ignoring your protest. As you lift your hips, letting him slide it past your waist. “Did you mean it?”

He hums a question, buttoning your pants.

“You really wanna spend the rest of your days with me?”

Ukai looks up at you. “Well. Yeah, of course.” he smiles, “Who else is gonna put cinnamon in my coffee?”

#haikyu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #fluff #smut #ukai #ukai keishin #ukai x reader #keishin x reader #ukai keishin x reader #mint's musings

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lovelytaes-blog · 4 years ago

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Happily - jjk

pairings: dad!jk x mom!oc

summary: you and your husband finally decide to have a baby, and nothing ever felt more complete than this.

warning(s): fluff!!! kook jokes about taking long to knock you up, but other than that, nothing but cuteness and domestic shit. there’s definitely a make out sess in this, but that should be the most sexual thing??? please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!!

word count: ~1.5k - i know, it’s short, it’s just supposed to be cute and fluffy!!

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notes: this is actually a part of my ‘euphoria’ drabble, which consists of one more part (the other part is like a prequal, if you can even call it that lol). honestly, bts as father’s is just sooo wholesome, that I had to write one about kook. I wanted to thank @xpeachesncream for reading my stuff and giving me the confidence to post. She’s the sweetest soul ever, so please read her stories, they’ll take you on a magnificent journey.

this is also my very first post, so please be nice ((:

The soft snores from your husband filled the room as you lay beside him. His hair tussled perfectly against his face while the moon’s light kissed his skin. You resist the urge to brush your fingers along his sculpted jawline, hesitantly hovering your fingers over his face. You quietly smiled at him with adoration. How could you have gotten so lucky?

It was late and you knew it, you should be catching up on sleep just like your husband, however, you couldn’t find it in you to shut your eyes. You couldn’t be happier, tired nonetheless, but you were—are—happy.

You heard rustling in the crib beside you, and quiet sniffles causes you to turn around gently to peer into the baby bed beside you. You were greeted with wide eyes that twinkled in the moonlight and a small baby smile appeared on your precious baby’s face, causing you to coo at her. She returned it, excitedly flailing around in her little bed making grab hands for you. Shifting your eyes to the clock, 1:24 am, you shuffled in your bed to pick her up.

This wasn’t abnormal for her to wake up at this time. You had put her down at around 7pm, but tonight she had slept for 6 hours straight before waking up. You were lucky, your baby rarely cried when she wakes up, of course, unless she’s hungry. However, all in all, she wasn’t one to cry and you were so thankful for that. She never wailed like one of your best friends, Jin’s wife, had warned you that might happen.

“Let’s let your Daddy sleep, yeah?” You whispered to Ailiseu as you carried her out the door, shutting it quietly. Her big doe eyes—which she inherited from her father—twinkled up at you; bending forward, your baby gave you an open mouth kiss, slobbering all over your cheeks causing you to giggle softly. Descending down the stairs of your home, you plop yourself down on the couch, propping Ailiseu on your lap.

You loved having mommy time with your little girl, her little laughs could easily brighten your day, even if you were exhausted. You’ve been sleeping well, Aili even let you nap for 2 hours today, which probably explains your lack of tiredness. While playing peek-a-boo for what seemed like hours, you started to notice Ailiseu’s change in attitude. Her lips started to tremble and her eyes began to water.

“Oh, baby,” You whispered as she started to sob quietly. You quickly put her in position to feed, and to your relief, she began immediately. Rocking back and forth while she fed, you heard the sounds of footsteps descending the stairs.

“Jagiya?”

You peered behind you to see your husband scratching his head with droopy eyes. His eyes squinted to find yours and he walked towards you with a tired smile. Rounding the couch, he sat beside you, placing a lingering kiss on the side of your head, before he gently placed his large hand on Aili’s head, who immediately detached herself from you and peered up to her father with a baby pout, almost resembling one of your scowls.

“Kook, you know she hates when you interrupt her feeding.” You giggled as she nudged his hand away to continue. Jungkook sighed withdrawing his hand from her head to place it around you instead.

“She’s only been alive for 6 months and she’s already picked up her mommy’s hangry attitude.” He moaned throwing his head back against the couch. Silently laughing to yourself as Ailiseu quickly finished up. Jungkook quickly took her from you and placed her on his shoulder to burp her. He softly patted her back as you leaned in closer to him.

“Good girl, Aili,” He praised when your baby burped, “you’re so cute.” He placed a kiss on her head, and soon enough, your quiet living room filled with gentle snores from the little girl resting on your husband’s shoulder.

“How come you left bed?” Jungkook questioned.

“Hmm,” You hummed, “took a long nap today, couldn’t sleep.” You stared at the pictures on the walls of your home.

Jungkook at the age of 16 and you at 15. You were dating back in high school, but this was the first picture of you two that you took together. You remembered that night so well. Kook and you had been friends forever, it was about time the two of you started to like each other way more than just friends. Everyone called it from the start that the two of you were meant to be together. The night that the picture was taken, was the first time you two officially became a couple. He had taken you to the skating rink, something you two loved to do, but it felt different. He wasn’t just skating beside you; he finally held your hand. Not in a friendly way either like you normally did, no, he interlaced his fingers between yours. You had felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as he squeezed them while the two of you made rounds and rounds around the rink. It was a blissful first date.

Smiling you gazed at another picture of you and Kook. It was your graduation picture. Jungkook had his hair in a small man bun and curls littering his forehead. He had one arm wrapped around your waist and the other on your cap, his signature bunny smile present on his face while looking down at you. You were in the middle of laughing up at him with your degree in your hand and a bouquet of hydrangeas, the other gripping his waist. Your smile widened when you caught a glimpse of your engagement ring sitting comfortably on your left hand, the simple, yet beautiful rock glimmering in the picture.

The next photo of the two of you was a collage of your wedding day. The middle picture, of course, was of you and Kook looking at each other with giddy smiles, foreheads touching, and your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist pulling you in. All across the picture were snapshots of your entourage. Your bridesmaids and you in your room before you had to walk down the aisle. You were clinking glasses together with big smiles all around. Jungkook’s entourage consisted of the boys all fist bumping or patting the maknae’s back with large smiles. Next set of pictures within the collage, were pictures with your parents and Kook’s family, your mother and Kook’s mother were kissing both of your faces, while both your father’s made silly faces in the back. Lastly, the last picture of your collage was a picture of you and Kook with your hands intertwined and raised above your heads as a married couple. It was a beautiful shot that the photographer got; it was close up, but you could still see the blurred background of your entourages smiling with joy, the flower petals that were falling, and the beautiful sight of wind catching in your veil.

You peered up at Kook who, too, was smiling at the pictures all around.

“We’ve been together for a while, huh?” You heard your husband chuckle while he cradled Ailiseu. You nodded with a grin.

“7 years, baby.” Jungkook hummed.

“Married for 2 years,” He smiled at you, “with the cutest baby girl, I could ever ask for.” He nuzzled his nose into Aili’s cheeks, causing her to stir with furrowed eyebrows.

“Crazy, right?” You giggled while reaching over and stroking her head full of hair.

“Crazy that it had taken me this long to knock you up.” He teased.

“Kook!” You groaned slapping his tattooed arm. His deep chuckle filled your ears like music.

“I’m only teasing, jagi,” He smirked, “come on, let’s head up.” He stood up slowly making sure your baby girl doesn’t wake up as he gently takes your hand and leads you up the stairs. Once in your room, he placed Aili in her bed and tugged you to your shared one.

“I love you.” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours. Melting into the kiss, your hands reaching up to his dyed blonde hair, allowing your fingers to play with it gently. It was a sweet kiss full of love. The kind of kiss that you both have shared for years, the kiss that never fails to erupt your stomach with the same butterflies that you have felt all those years ago, and the kiss that makes you fall more in love with him every day.

Clutching your sides, Jungkook tugs you on top of him, lips still attached. You could feel him smiling into the kiss before he pulled away to gaze up at you. His doe eyes that you have always loved stared at you with a cheeky grin before he pecked your lips a couple more times.

“I love you more, Kook.” You whispered as you two held each other close before drifting off to sleep.

#bts #bts dad au #bts jungguk #jungkook #taehyung #yoongi #namjoon #hoseok #jin #jjk fluff

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rubysunnday · 5 years ago

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Dear Mother,

A/N: Inspired by the post about what Mrs Shelby’s name is. It’s also inspired by my first ever fic on here, The Letters, since it’s almost been a year since I posted it.

Her name had become a taboo. No one dared to mention the same of Mrs Shelby - the woman who’d thrown herself into the Cut because she went out of her mind. It was always “Mrs Shelby” or “the Shelby’s mother”.

Her name had died with her. She didn’t even have her name on the grave. Just mother.

Y/N Shelby didn’t even know her mother’s name. It was nowhere to be seen within the walls of the house and there was no record of it in any photo album or bundle of letters.

She was a ghost - a nameless whisper on the wind.

Y/N never asked about her mother’s name. Her brothers had told her she’d died from an illness - slowly wasted away before their eyes until she was no more. It was the truth, in a way. Her mind had give up and her body had followed not long after.

She’d thrown herself into the Cut and had sunk to the bottom - like Ophelia when her lover had murdered her father. Left behind was an already broken and bruised family who’s eldest members were about to go to war.

Y/N didn’t remember her mother. She didn’t remember the screaming, the crying, Tommy trying to shield her, Finn and Ada from their mother as she went out of her mind.

Committing suicide was no way to go. A mother committing suicide was another thing entirely. How could she be so selfish and abandon her children?

That was were the fear and suspicion of the Shelby’s had begun. All because of their mother. And they used it to their advantage, quickly becoming the most feared and respected family in Birmingham.

But no child should have had to grow up hearing whispered secrets about their mother and how it wouldn’t be long before the children followed her into the cold, icy depths of the Cut.

Y/N Shelby had no mother. Polly tried her best but she was never a maternal person - the loss of her children had damaged her beyond repair - and Y/N missed the nurturing nature mother’s apparently had.

She didn’t remember her mother. There were pictures of her in Tommy’s house - of her with John, Arthur, Tommy and Ada. She looked beautiful - like a Hollywood movie superstar. She was picture perfect, smiling at the camera with a loving hand on John’s shoulder and her arm around Arthur’s waist.

It was a snapshot of a forgotten time - before the demons invaded her mind and ripped her soul from her mind. And it wasn’t a true snapshot, not really. She’d suffered with the demons for years before that image, but it only got worse.

But Y/N took that image of her mother - looking perfect and like a porcelain doll. And she wrote her a letter. She introduced herself, told her what she looked liked and what her favourite things were and put it in her desk draw.

For the next twelve months, Y/N wrote a letter to her mother every day. She poured her heart and soul out to this invisible woman who’s name no longer existed and who’s image was frozen in a dusty photo on her brother’s desk.

8th April, 1923

Dear Mother,

I turned nineteen today, Nothing spectacular happened - I had a nice meal out with Ada and went riding with John and Arthur. Tommy vanished off to London - again - and I didn’t see him all day. Not quite sure what I’ve done to piss him off but, alas.

Polly gave me your necklace today The string of pearls you bought with the first bit of money Arthur made. I’m wearing them, and your engagement ring, as I write this. I look like a proper lady with my new dress on...

It’s been sixteen years since I last saw you. I’m doing alright without you but it’s hard. I see Ada with Karl and Polly with Michael and my heart aches for that. But i know I can never have it and will never have it.

I hope you’re alright, wherever you are, mother.

All my love,

Your ever loving daughter, Y/N x

As the days and the weeks went by, the bundle of letters got bigger and more tattered. She told no one about her little ritual - she knew they wouldn’t approve. Her family never dared mention their mother for fear of bringing about a curse.

Y/N was never that superstitious. No curses existed - it was just poor luck and death threats.

1st August, 1923

Dear Mother,

I feel like I’ve almost caught you up on the past sixteen years. The Great War, Tommy’s wedding, both of John’s weddings and his gaggle of small humans he calls children. There’s almost nothing else to say to you.

Not that you’re actually here, that is. I doubt you were ever really here.

I wrote my brothers letter when they were in France. That was different, though, because they wrote back and sent me little things. I still have the violet John sent me from the Somme.

I have all your things. No one else wanted them - they say they’re cursed or some shit like that. I was never that superstitious, it’s just life attempting to play God. No one has a say on who gets to be a survivor and who gets to be a martyr.

I like to think of you as Ophelia. She sang to herself as she drowned, oblivious to her death. I hope you were like that, finally at peace with yourself as you floated down the Cut with the fallen flowers and leaves around you like a halo.

There’s me trying to romanticise your death. No one even mentions you by name so forgive me for trying to make you seem more alive than apparently you are.

Well, you’re not alive are you. You’re dead.

You have a grave. It’s up on the hill by the old tree that was used for hangings back in the day. Near Tom’s house. It’s an alright spot, I suppose. Nothing special. No one ever visits you, however. Your name isn’t even on the pebble someone put there as a marker.

We couldn’t afford a headstone. We can now but Tommy would murder me if he knew I did that. He hates talking about you.

No one ever tells me about you. All I have are a few photos that are practically falling apart and your clothes and jewellery.

Anyway, I need to go. Family meeting and all that shit.

Your ever loving daughter,

Y/N x

By the time Christmas came, Y/N’s desk drawer was full of letters to her non-existent mother. Each letter was bundled together by month with colour coordinated ribbons for each month. February was purple, September orange and so on.

She’d told her mother everything she’d ever wanted to. Her first kiss, her first love, her first break up, the time she got shot, the numerous times she almost died.

She had no need to tell her anything anymore. Her mother felt so much more real to her now than she ever had before.

She made her decision on Christmas Day evening. Everyone else was inside Arrow House watching the children open their last few presents and drink the remaining of the wine and whiskey.

Y/N slipped outside, grabbed her horse, and rode up to the hill were the old hanging tree had once been. Her mother’s grave sat to the left of the tree - a tiny mound of earth with a pebble as its only marker. Y/N dismounted from her horse and approached the grave, clenching the letters tightly.

Twelve bundles. Almost 365 letters.

Y/N found some twigs and branches and made a small fire at the foot of the grave. A moment later it roared into life and crackled away, casting an orange glow over her face.

She spread Tommy’s coat out on the ground and sat down, cross-legged, in front of the fire, clutching the letters. For once, she wasn’t wearing a dress belonging to her mother. Instead it was a mismatch of her brother’s old trousers, shirts and waistcoats.

She started with the first of January.

Y/N untied the ribbon and pulled out the first letter, the date neatly scrawled on the top left of the envelope. She read it through once, flipped it over to look at the address and then put it on the fire.

The paper curled as it burnt away, the writing fading into nothing but ash and sparks.

The second of January followed suit before the first of January had even finished burning.

Each letter curled and burned in the fire, the words and the sentiments becoming nothing more than ash.

Fifteenth of February quickly followed the fourteenth.

Twenty-eighth of April was followed by the twenty-ninth.

Each and every letter was add to the fire until she was only left with one.

25th December, 1923

Dear Mother,

I’ve told you everything.

There’s nothing left to say, now. I’ve spilled my darkest secrets and untold stories to you.

I’ve moved on, now. I still wish I had you around but I’m coping with it. I wish you were more than just words and pictures and jewellery. But nothing is fair.

I’ve burnt all the letters and I hope the words reach you. I hope their spirit and their meaning reach you and reassure you that your daughter is doing fine.

You used to be mine but now you belong to the world.

I only wish I’d learnt your name.

All my love

Your ever grateful and loving daughter,

Y/N Miriam Shelby

#peaky blinders imagines #Peaky Blinders #sister shelby #shelby sis #tommy shelby x sister!reader #peaky blinder x reader #yes her middle name is what i imagine her mothers name to be #i just like the name miriam #anyway #enjoy

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ggukkieland · 5 years ago

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📕BTS Fic Reads - 2020 August

Okay so I’m such a hoe for fics that I probably have about a hundred on queue but I can’t help appreciate all the works that these awesome writers put here on Tumblr and AO3.

Here’s my attempt to organize my readings - though if my mood fluctuates, I’d just end up going through my reblogged fics for reading or sorting through my watchlist of ongoing/incomplete fics/series

✅ - done reading | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst)

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly]🥕

Dangerous Pairing @nightowls388 - KNJ | supernatural au, fantasy au, forbidden romance

[2/?] “Whether you’re a vampire or werewolf, love is still love. Betrayal is still betrayal.”

Queen Cobra @fantasybangtan - KTH | mafia au, undercover au, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, thriller, s, f,a

[8/?] when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

Arranged by obiwrites (AO3) - JHS | arranged marriage, unrequited love, angst, pining, jhs in love with someone else

[19/?] If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her.

Image, Bad Boy @kittentaegu - JJK | badboy, fwb, angst, smut, more angstttt (I binge-read on this for the angst), adorable JJK when he’s not an fboi

[14/?] I chose to read this on AO3. Incomplete, but Ch 14 had such a satisfying ending - When by chance you walk in on the school’s infamous bad boy, not once, but two different times in one day; your life quickly spirals out of control.

I’ll Sue You, Min Yoongi by hosexi (AO3) - MYG | neighbors, enemies to lovers, angst, smut, lawyer!reader

[9/10] Yoongi is the neighbor from hell

Whiskey Neat and Whisking Trips by lacielre (AO3) - KTH | comedy, fake dating au, baker!reader, veterinarian!taehyung, funny 😂🤣, ex!Jin

[2/4] This is a story about the night you poured your heart out to your ex outside his apartment building as a stranger yelled at you to “shut the fuck up,” and that stranger, who was just as wounded as you, was Taehyung, and he needed your help.

His Side, Her Side @scriptaed - JJK | he said, she said, f, a

[11/?] a collective snapshots in time shared between two, whose fates were undeniably intertwined and futures would never come to be - one last chapter before series ends 😥

Black Swan @softlyjiminie - PJM | professional dancer, enemies to lovers, fake dating, figure skating, s, f, a

[2/?] a life of skating was all you’d ever known, your heart craving the feeling of ice beneath your feet and the light brush of cool air against your skin under thousands of sparkling lights… what a shame, if only you’d known that one night, one accident could rip you from the life you’d grown to love, leaving your career in the unsteady hands of the prince of ballet, park jimin.

The Key to my Drawer @jjungkookislife - KTH | bestfriends to lovers, s, a

[10/?] A key, a drawer, and a secret Taehyung planned to take to the grave

The Nanny @jjungkookislife - KSJ| lawyer!seokjin, nanny!reader, single dad au

[2/?] Jin hires a nanny for his son, but when he hires you, he gets that and so much more

Acatalepsy @1kook - JJK | survival au, apocalypse au, s, f

[2/?] Jungkook didn’t understand, and the longer he ponders it, he realizes maybe he never will. Some things are just better left unknown, he supposes. But that didn’t mean one had to face them alone.

Aphrodite in War @jungblue - JJK | angst, exes au, fake dating au, roommates, sorority/frat wars, college au *this is really good 😍😍*

[2/?] Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.

Palate Cleanser @btsmakesmehappy - KTH | agent au, fwb, strangers to lovers, s, f, a

[5/?] Part of The Company series - Taehyung needs something to take his mind off his broken heart. His best friend, Jimin, suggests that he should meet another woman and the first woman he met was you. Would you help him even though you have your own problem, that you hate men?

Bad Guy @taehoneys - JJK | college au, fratboy au, badboy, good girl(?),

[3/?] chose to read this on AO3 A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time…a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k

Good Girl Series: Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl @bonny-kookoo - JJK | good girl au, bad boy au, roommates, established relationship, s, f, a

[5/?] Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate, he didn’t quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep And what he definitely didn’t expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.

Agent of Love @ppersonna - JJK | social media au, agent au, s, f, a

[1/?] as the FBI agent assigned to your phone, Jungkook keeps a diligent watch. he takes a special interest when you try your hand in online dating AND online sexting. desperate to keep you from bombing yet another potential date, Jungkook breaks his vow of silence to assist you in your plight to get laid.

Irregular Heartbeat @ppersonnakookies - MYG | social media au, surgeon!yoongi, intern!reader,

[5/?] hot girl meets hot guy at a bar, lets him buy her a drink, then hooks up with him in the bathroom without even asking for his name. your typical friday night cliché. except for the fact that you’re a virgin, and the guy you drunkenly lose your v-card to is your superior at your new job.

Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - JJK | hybrid au, pining, angst, fantasy, smut

Prequel SOWK 1 SOWK 2 [being revised by author] Epilogue [to be posted]

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

Elysee @ironicarmy - KSJ | angst, drama, CEO!Seokjin, personal assistant

[1/?] Being the CEO of Korea’s largest fashion house is no easy feat. But to be the person behind the man, that being his assistant, is an even harder spot to maintain. In a company filled with affairs, bribery, deceit, lies and blackmail, you must struggle to survive and, eventually, climb your way to the top of the food chain. Seokjin, your boss, trusts you more than anyone, but when exactly does the line between friendly camaraderie blur with carnal desire?

Beautiful Deception @jiminwreckedme - MYG? | mystery, thriller, ex!yoongi, angst, smut

[3/5] When your ex-boyfriend’s wife goes missing, you are the only one who can help him find her. But in a world where everyone is a friend and everyone is a culprit, how will you find out what happened to the woman he loves? Without falling for him all over again?

🥕[Completed AUs/Series/Drabbles - to read]🥕

One Thing Right @hobios - JJK | fake marriage au, childhood friends, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, smut

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 ✅ (done, read it twice - this is just perfect ⭐ holy grail status)

Carousel @yoonia - MYG | mafia au, arranged marriage, heirs, CEO!Yoongi, suspense

Index: 16 Chapters & Epilogue | Drabbles and short stories | Playlist | Fan Edits

*a re-read this holy grail of a fic 🥰

Risk It @kookiesjoonies - JJK | social media au, exes to lovers, angst, smut ✅

Driving Me Wild @joonkookiemonster - JJK | demon prince!JJK, roommate au, comedy, fluff ✅ (done reading, this is really cuuute 🥰)

Redefining Destiny @threeletterislife - JJK | soulmates, enemies to lovers, mafia, fluff, crack, angst

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 (*have to read Yoongi’s story first*)

Rattled @gukslut - JJK | single dad au, angst, pining, enemies to lovers, neighbors, smut

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Epilogue ✅(done)

*was reading this when it was ongoing, but stopped at Ch 5 (angst was too much for my heart 😢) - thrilled to binge-read this from the start 😍

Guarded @xjoonchildx - JHS | mafia au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, tsundere, smut

01 02 03 04 05 06 Epilogue ✅

Never Falling @yoonia - PJM | Enemies to Lovers!au, Singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, Assistant!reader, Smut, Angst, slow burn ✅(done)

Spellbound @minflix - PJM | witches au (sort of based on the secret circle), smut, comedy, fluff, light angst, enemies to lovers

Lie @yoon-kooks - PJM | angst, fluff, based on movie “Flipped”

0 // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // FINAL

On the Sidewalk of Champ Elysees @taeramisu = KTH | journalist!KTH, exes to lovers, smut, angst, paris, slow burn

Little Monsters @yoon-bug - MYG | established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, s, f ✅

Take One @taetaewonderland - MYG | pornstar!yoongi, fanfictionwriter, strangers to lovers, s, f ✅

The Habits of a Broken Heart @softykooky - JJK | soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers ✅(done)

Into the Wilderness @gukyi - PJM | camp counselor au, unrequited love, friends to lovers

Oops @honeyj00ns - JJK | love at first hear, comedy, fluff, smut, “ You don’t know who the wonderful voice singing in the shower is, but you need to know” ✅

A Song Request @n8dlesoupguk - JJK | drabble, romance, where you always listen to the same radio station and he lives in the apartment complex opposite of yours ✅

Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates @ot7always - JJK | roommates, quarantined life, college, smut, fluff ✅

Your Favorite Cardigan in Summer Nights @prodkkyu - JJK | one shot, angst, high school sweethearts, exes au, summer fling ✅

Crimson Park @heartbeatan - JJK | mafia, boss!reader, mystery, angst

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 (Final) ✅

Pranks @mysecretatticsstuff - JJK | enemies to lovers, prank wars, angst, smut, fluff ✅

Too Long, Didn’t Read @fortunexkookie - KTH | college, writers, enemies to lovers, fluff ✅ (done reading, love love this)

You’ve Got Mail @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong - JJK | Barista!Reader, Graphic Design Student!Jungkook, angst, ex-lovers, enemies to lovers ✅ (done reading, love this)

Love at First Oink @glodenclosetau- KTH | social media au, neighbors, friends to lovers, piggies 🐽, romance, fluff, comedy ✅ (done - the cutest smau ever)

Sugar @seokjxnnie - MYG | ceo!yoongi, escort!reader, personal assistant, smut ✅

Amor Vincit Omnia @sunshyngal - MYG | Mafia au, arranged marriage, angst, violence, drama

My Euphoria @beyochu - JJK | fake dating au, fluff, ceo!jungkook, florist!reader, romance ✅ (done, really adorable)

All Aboard @ve1vetyoongi - KNJ | smut, officeworker!namjoon, enemies to lovers ✅

#bts au fic #bts fanfic #currentlyreading #ggukkiereadinglist #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #namjoon fanfic #seokjin fanfic #jungkook fanfic #hoseok fanfic #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #yoongi fanfic

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daisylincs · 4 years ago

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Today is, officially, the last day of 2020 - so it's literally just in time that I'm getting to @aosrecweek's amazing challenge. But that does go to show the nature of this crazy year a little bit, right? Time has just been INSANE, and I honestly cannot believe it's so close to over.

That said, I want to put it out there that everyone - absolutely everyone - who created something in this mad year, is a SUPERHERO. Like. We could have hidden away in dark corners, curled into little balls, and lost touch with our creativity entirely - but instead, we made some of the most fantastic content I have ever seen. And, excuse the language, but that is fucking amazing, of each and every single one of us. We're bloody INCREDIBLE, you guys. We really are.

Now, the rules of this challenge dictate that I've got to start with some of my own things, then repeat with the same number of creations by other people. So I'm going to do that, and I apologise for the sheer length (and self-plug-iness) of what is about to follow - but, bloody incredible, remember? I really mean that. 💜💜💜

My Own:

you could call me babe for the weekend - 19k of Spideychelle being oblivious, mutually pining IDIOTS while being snowed in. And, you know, fake dating. (This thing was SO MUCH FUN to write and though, yeah, it got completely out of control, as evidenced by the 19k, I still really love it.)

'tis the damn season - my first attempt at writing a multi-chap, and, yeah, it only has one chapter as of now, but I really love said chapter. Basically, it's Daisy and Mackelena being friends, and honestly just the BEST friends - I adore the style I managed to achieve in this thing. Plus, the Skimmons I have planned up next is going to be da bomb.

the closest thing - Philindaisy plus fake family. Also; amusement parks. And for a fangirl like me - well, it was pretty much a dream come true to write!

oh valley of plenty - in this fic, I basically told myself, so AoS won't give us Huntingbird in the finale? Fine. I'll just do it myself then - in the fluffiest way possible. And that's exactly what I did - making them, and their kids, be best friends in Perthshire.

maybe life should be about more - a very angsty Skimmons and Daisy-centric AU, focusing on the internalised homophobia Daisy has experienced through her life, and shaking it off (and eventually, y'know, getting together with Jemma.)

and it's dark in a cold december (but i've got you to keep me warm) - Fitzsimmons just make such a supreme pairing for hurt/comfort, what with how insanely well they understand each other and care about each other, so I'm really glad for the Fitzsimmons Secret Santa giving me the chance to write this! Basically, this follows our science duo through a stressful mission on Christmas Eve (so yes, it's a mission fic!!) and realising that the two of them can do anything together.

july second - ahhh, one of my personal favourites to write! Daisy birthday surprise fluff will always be top-notch for me, especially for all the team-as-family fluff you can add in, especially especially that this is set in Staticquake times! Also, it's from Hunter's point of view, which will forever be the most insanely fun thing to write, I do think.

i just wanna be with you - man, I'm such a big royal fan, so getting the chance to write a modern royalty AU for my OTP was nothing short of amazing!! This is Princess Daisy and her fiancée Lincoln Campbell at their official engagement interview

see the line where the skye meets the sea - shameless season 1 bby Bus Kids fluff, featuring movie nights, singalongs and... so much fluff your teeth will rot. Also I'm really freaking proud of the pun in the title okay

'cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need - Huntingbird waking up together fluff (because, fight me, Huntingbird in their sweet moments is one of the sweetest things you will ever get to read or write.) This is also my, fluffy, take on the origin of the Franny's Saloon keychain.

we love you, we love you (and we hope you love we too) - aha, my first polyship fic! Also my first try at some actually fancy HTML formatting (forever thanks to Kat for explaining.) Both of these things combined to form a fic that even I think is ridiculously fluffy and funny, and kinda amazing, at that.

and man I don't know where the time goes (but it sure goes fast like that) - Another Bus Kids movie night fic, but this one set post-season 7, and reflecting on how far they've come. A little bit more hurt/comfort-y than it's pure fluff prequel, but still super fluffy and soft. And, of course, with a happy ending.

she shares my dreams, i hope that someday, i'll share her home - snowy Fitzsimmons fluff, complete with them falling in love at the Winter Olympics, as you do.

then you walked in and my heart went boom - 16k of Dekesy for the wife, and remarkable for that, because literally a month ago from this, I hated Dekesy with my entire soul. Then I started reading Kat's fics, and, well, fell in love with them... so much so that I wrote sixteen thousand words of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, bed sharing holiday fluff for them.

a love like that - a Fitzsimmons Cinderella AU, featuring my two favourite science babies, in true science bby style, falling in love over science and how stupid the whole courting thing is. Also, Daisy makes a brief appearance, and she's the freaking best.

ever after - ah, probably the one single fic I'm proudest of. A post-season 7 Daisy character study focusing on her emotional rollercoaster re: losing her family/things never being the same again, which just achieves... an emotional level that I have never managed to replicate again. I was full-on sobbing while writing it, and, guys, it also part-holds the Closest To Making Kat Cry prize.

blue - Daisy character study spanning snapshots of seven seasons, and before - but tied together by something blue in every moment. Researching for this, and finding all the blue moments, was very interesting, and immensely satisfying, especially since all the moments where a little bit of blue was present actually combine to chronicle Daisy's journey on the show remarkably well.

who is that girl I see - the one time I decided to write straight angst, and straight angst with no happy ending. Melinda May post-Bahrain, folks.

take my hand, take my whole life too - aww, the first thing I wrote that I really and truly loved. A Staticquake and Fitzsimmons Actors AU, featuring a proposal on set and INCREDIBLE amounts of fluff and softness.

hold out your hand, 'cause friends will be friends - the wife's favourite, and, as second fics go, pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. It's a Soulmates AU for Staticquake and Mackelena, with the focus being on DaisyMack friendship, and lots of denial, angst, and guilt about finding their soulmates. (They figure it out eventually, don't worry - it's me, of course I made them happy.)

Fitzsimmons + Fake Dating moodboard - Fake dating will always be FAB, and picturing it out in a moodboard - especially for my clueless bby best friends in love - was the best, and super satisfying.

Staticquake + Orange moodboard - One of the cooler ideas I had for Trick or Treat (which I still have not finished, heaven help me) was to make a series of moodboards for my OTP plus different colours. This orange one is just so light, and cheerful, and happy, and honestly I kinda adore it.

This Philindaisy + Family Moodboard - making moodboards can be insanely frustrating when you just can't find the photo that fits exactly right. With this one, however, I found all the pics I needed pretty insanely fast, and, better, the whole thing just worked, and really nicely so, too.

This Bus Kids + Baking Cookies moodboard - there's absolutely NO faults to be found with tiny, adorable Skye, Fitz and Jemma concocting choc chip cookies - but I'm actually doing a tiny cheat here, because, cute as my moodboard here is, the accompanying fic by my love @eowima is the SWEETEST and best thing you could ever wish for!!!

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - Day 3 of Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week focused on an emotion, and I picked confidence and power, because honestly, it's nothing short of amazing how confident and powerful our gorgeous girl has become.

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - One of the times I wish I could gif, because this quote about struggling though never giving up just suits Daisy perfectly. The photos I found are cool, though, and I mean, it's Daisy, so that's already absolutely fabulous.

Other People's:

I managed to find twenty-six of my own things that I liked enough to put up there (because, yes, I'm that big a dork, 26 things for me being 26 is the way to go :D) Anyway, now that gives me the amazing chance to spotlight twenty-six of my favourite creations by my FANTASTIC mutuals! 😍

To start, my wife - Kat said I couldn't put everything she's ever written on here, so, ugh, I guess I'll just do my top five then. *grumbling* Everything by Kat is on here in spirit, though!!

Chasing Cars (even after the story ends) by @aleksandrachaev - the epic Dekesy roadtrip AU and incredible Daisy character study itself, which, I do believe, finishes today!! Words aren't enough to describe how freaking AMAZING this thing is, or how spectacularly well characterised. Just: if you haven't read this yet, you are missing out. You will laugh, you will groan, you will want to wrap Daisy in a very tight hug, and you will probably cry, too. This fic just has it all, really!

there goes the maddest man this town has ever seen by @aleksandrachaev - the post-season 7 Deke-crashes-the-Framework-Zoom-call fic I didn't know I needed (but spent the next two weeks rereading every single night.) It is absolutely INCREDIBLE, with all the Deke & Team feels we missed in the final outro scene, and honestly just the most fantastic writing. I cannot recommend it enough!

To Box It Up And Start Again (everything must go) by @aleksandrachaev - bloody hell, this BROKE me. Deke never really got to say goodbye in canon, but Kat gave him the chance to do it here. And, my freaking GOODNESS, she made it so incredibly bittersweet and heart-shattering. 10/10

i am a leaf on the wind by @aleksandrachaev - a little bit of a stretched-out, reflective moment in the season 7 finale. As Daisy lingers on the edge of death, she reflects on all the lives she could have had - and, man, what a study in bittersweetness!! This entire fic is utterly incredible, and something I think all Daisy fans should read.

Falling Into Place by @aleksandrachaev - here's a tiny cheat from me (sorry, babes, lmao) because technically this isn't one fic, but a series of three. Way too amazing to miss out on, though!! Set mid-season 7, this has the Chronicoms go after a young Mary Sue Poots to kill Quake before she can become a problem for them. They stop the Chronicoms, yes, but not without a TREMENDOUS dose of feels and hurt/comfort. There's also a wonderful little dose of Dekesy friendship, and then an adult adoption (!!) that honestly made my entire day to read. Actually, that's true for the entire series - I really canNOT yell about it enough!!

destroyer of worlds by @bobbimorseisbisexual - a study in incredible parallels between Jiaying's daughters. Utterly breathtakingly done, this will give you ALL the feels for this small and complex Inhuman family.

Muscle Memory by @robotgort and @bobbimorseisbisexual - a Huntingbird!! Bones!! AU!! And also a collaboration between two of the most fabulous Huntingbird authors in the fandom - honestly, what more can you ask for?! This will make you laugh, and gasp, and wince, and keep you guessing at each new plot twist (and also screaming at your screen for Hunter and Bobbi to get their acts together and TALK ABOUT IT.) In short: it's completely and utterly amazing, and I cannot, cannot recommend it enough!!

You Belong Among the Wildflowers by @libbyweasley - a freaking incredible Scis & Spies Regency AU! I only just started reading, but I was hooked all the way through, especially on the way Libby writes all four characters' complex relationships (and their attraction, and their history!) Everything about it is just completely stunning, and I for one cannot WAIT for these beautiful idiots to figure out they all belong together.

Family Snapshot by @tomatobookworm - if it's family fluff you're after, especially Staticquake family fluff, look no further! This tremendously soft and utterly amazing fic follows a day in the lives of a pregnant Daisy and her husband Lincoln, and their not-so-little family of Inhumans, both adopted and biological. There's also shopping with Grandma May, lots of feels, lots of shippiness, and just AMAZINGNESS all the way through!!

Best Day Ever by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Jemma and Daisy want to adopt a pet, and make a very special trip to Wisconsin to do it. Also, whether he knows who he is or not, Jemma has an important question to ask Cal - and just, AHHHH, everything about this is utterly stunning! For starters, Aubrey's writing is FANTASTIC, and the scene she sets is absolutely beautiful, and so very bittersweet. I was actually misting up a little with happy tears towards the end of this - really, I cannot recommend this enough, to any Skimmons fan.

so why don't we go somewhere only we know by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - more Skimmons (platonic this time, though), more hurt/comfort, and, yes, again, more absolutely INCREDIBLE writing. This one is canon compliant, following a shaken Jemma struggling to sleep after Maveth, and how Daisy finds a way to help her out. Incredibly sweet, tender and BEAUTIFULLY written, this one was an instant favourite the moment I read it!

Unspoken by @anxiouslynumbme - a birthday fic for yours truly, and, honestly, one of the most STUNNING Staticquake introspectives I've read. It follows Daisy and Lincoln in a beautifully tender missing moment in season 3, with them both realising their feelings, and just... AHHHHHHHH, everything about it is utterly incredible!! I cannot, cannot recommend this gem of a fic enough

the thing about water droplets and ruffled hair by @que-mint-tea - here's another fic that proves, once and for all, how good Kat's Dekesy is, because it managed to convert T to write some Dekesy smut. And, oh my GOSH, what Dekesy smut - so goshdarn angsty, but so FANTASTICALLY characterised and written that it leaves you more than a little breathless, and gaping at your screen. The first chapter initially left us on the most HORRIFIC cliffhanger, but then T fixed it, and it's just... this thing is really a whole new level of emotional writing, raw and gripping and intensely perfect for both of these characters. My haw still drops whenever I think of this thing, and how utterly AMAZING it was, so yeah. Fic rec!!!

beautiful stranger, there you are by @justanalto - I do believe I still owe Serena a long and very gushy comment on this thing, because, MAN, does it ever deserve that!! Pipsy and fake dating, with the most HILARIOUSLY incredible writing, plot and characterisation, and honestly just a giddy "askhdfkhsfh" whenever I think back to how much I enjoyed it. Yup, it was that good.

Jumping to conclusions by @eowima - a very special one, because it marks my love Océane's first venture into writing AoS fic! It's an AU of 1x06 (the Fitzsimmons episode of s1) where Fitz does actually jump out of the plane to save Jemma. Realisations of feelings, and some of the most genuinely FANTASTIC Fitz characterisation I've read in a while, follow - and, yup, I was shouting at my screen for them just to get together already. Amazing stuff, really!!

Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit by @eowima - okay, this. This. Another gift for me, and one that I will probably treasure forEVER, because it is just?? so?? utterly?? perfect?? Just for starters, the title is a Hamilton reference - and then the theme of Hamilton references continues into the fic itself, I'm delighted to say. There's also the most BEAUTIFUL, playful Skimmons friendship, and teasing, and then of course the bet about who can make out with their crush first... Staticquake & Fitzsimmons perfection. And all rendered in Océane's delightful, best-thing-ever-to-read writing!! I'm going into a giddy keyboard smash just THINKING about this, so yeah, cannot recommend it enough.

lullabies and clear blue skies by @springmagpies and @bobbimorseisbisexual - okay, I never thought I'd catch myself shipping FitzBobbi, let alone shipping it this hard, but... wow. Maggie and Al teamed up to completely blow me away, and MELT MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEART with the sheer cuteness of this!! It features Fitz, Bobbi and adopting two daughters, and it's just the most tender, beautiful development through that little family - I love it so, so much.

We made all the wrong choices by @browneyedgenius - the winner of the AoS Angst War 2020, how could I not include this one? It is such a well-deserved win, though, whoa - I was sobbing, full-on sobbing, at least twice while reading. It follows the season 5 team through the events of the time-loop, after they failed to save the world - and, oh my gosh, it ripped my heart right out of my chest, but beautifully so. Everything about this fic just hits so hard, and it's written so well - yeah, really a most AMAZINGLY deserved win, for an utterly SHATTERINGLY incredible fic.

I threw stones at the stars (but the whole sky fell) by @nazezdha321 - this is Z showing us all how to write a backstory for a minor character, and write it so well that everyone's hearts break all over again when she dies. This one is about Victoria Hand, and it builds a stirring and profound childhood for her, also making her rise through the ranks of SHIELD and just her entire character mean so much more. Really, fic-wise, this is goals, and I take my hat off to you, Z, 1000%, for writing it.

in which the universe is put together by @besidemethewholedamntime - Rebecca's emotional writing, particularly Fitzsimmons' emotions, is incomparable, and she proves it all over again in this fic. If follows Fitz and Jemma before, after and during the bloodwork, and I just... wow, honestly. The emotion!! And the characterisation!! Absolutely stunning, and honestly all I could wish for in a we-had-time fic.

Agents of SHIELD Season 8 by @egumal - THIS. This, this, this, oh my gosh - as fix-it fics go, this has to be the most spectacular one I have ever read. What it does is find a way - a potentially canon compliant way, too - to bring back Lincoln Campbell, and reunite Staticquake. Basically: just about as season 7 finishes, the Astro Ambassadors get an unexpected visitor from another timeline, who asks them to come help out against Hive. Case in point, Daisy meets her lost love again (... but he has no idea who she is) and also has to relive the Fallen Agent drama. It all gets even more complicated when Kora restores Lincoln's memories, and Daisy meets the full team Deke has assembled around him in the 33 years (for him) that they've been apart... in short, this is one of the most thorough, well-written and downright SHOCKING plot-twist-wise fics that you will ever read, and honestly, saying "I can't recommend it enough" is an understatement. This thing is thd BEST, plain and simple!

Black Roses aren't real (but you and I are) by @ohwriteiforgot - ahhhh, a fic that will always have an incredibly special place in my heart, because it introduced me to one of my best fandom friends. The main focus is on Clintasha, it's true, but it's also a crossover with AoS in the sense that Clint was adopted by Coulson and May. Also, Daisy is his little sister, and their bond is gold. Also - there's Staticquake!! And flower shops!! And rivals to friends to lovers!! All I'm going to say is, what more can you ask for?!

A book to shield my story by @maybebrilliant - Staticquake High School AU, ahhhhhhhh!! There are only two chapters out so far, but the way this is shaping up is making my DAY - with Daisy as the new girl who meets Lincoln and his group of friends, and, though her foster parents are absolutely shit, starts to find actual happiness in a school for the first time in her life. Also - THE REFERENCES. Guys. I'm crazy for those, and in this book, so are my favourite dorks, Daisy and Lincoln - and let me tell you, it's nothing short of the best thing ever.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @heysteverogers - AoS really has been the most INCREDIBLE journey through the years, but what's really made it special is the company - and that's summed up perfectly in this gorgeous gifset. Also, the graphics on this are just, ahhhh, stunning - I'm in awe, and I've spent very long periods of time just looking at this thing in a state of heart-eyes.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @jemannesimms - combining Auld Lang Syne and the final scenes of my favourite show was a raw emotional - but utterly brilliant experience - for me. It's just so absolutely beautiful, and perfectly suited to the team, and their goodbyes!! Breathtaking editing work here, too.

This Daisy as Peter Parker and May as Tony Stark moodboard by @agentsofcomedyandchaos - ahhhh, a crossover of two of my favourite fandoms!! And what a lovely one, too - the colour scheme, quotes, and just the whole FEEL of this is absolutely genius, and I am guilty of being inspired by way too many fic ideas by it. Stunning stuff!!

And... whoa, that was long, but I really do feel that we deserve a bit of a proper pat on the back after creating such magical content in such a messed up year. So that's the note I'm going to leave you with for 2020, my friends: hell-year or no, look at the absolute beauty we were still able to create!! We really are freaking amazing, guys.

#aos best of 2020 #fic rec #massive fic rec list #and honestly; WHAT a list!!#despite this utter hellstorm of a year #we as a fandom have still been nothing short of INCREDIBLE #and honestly; I am SO proud of us #💜💜💜

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kpopcotton · 5 years ago

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Simply Soft ~ NCT 127 ver.

a/n ~ here is the final version of simply soft.. i hope you like it!!

• Prompt: johnny. just johnny. • Genre: platonic fluff, bullet point scenario, nct member!reader • Warning(s): strong desire to be a part of nct • Reader Gender: gender-neutral

==≎==

Taeil

ok google, what does soft mean?

never have you seen taeil so whipped for someone

always supporting you and looking at you with the biggest heart eyes

haechan pretends to get jealous and petty whenever taeil shows you more attention than him

you have competitions sometimes

but besides that,

you show taeil so much love and he has so much to give in return

he’s not the best at expressing his love, but you know he cares through the little things

like when he cleans up after you

or gives you firm hugs that last tens of minutes at a time when you aren’t feeling the best

or lets you rest in his bed if you fall asleep during the haechan movie nights you crash

he finds you so precious and never wants to see you sad

his favorite time to hang out with you is right after the two of you get home from a busy day

doesn’t matter what you both did, he’ll make sure to find you at the dorms

most of the time he just gives you the look which means he’s picked out some snacks and is ready when you are

to him, there is nothing better than taking a shower and then inviting you to put on face masks and dance to music

lets you pick the playlist

but, he’s very picky about what kind of music it is

either gives you one of his hoodies or steals one of yours

you both get comfy clothes on

and then apply skincare before picking a face mask and putting them on each other

lots of cute selfies that will never be shared but always treasured

in conclusion, taeil loves relaxing with you

“oh! oh, this is the song! quick, come dance!”

==≎==

Johnny

are you ready for another...

johnny’s communication center?

probably not

you’ve only gotten to appear in one of johnny’s youtube videos which was like a 40-second debut

rip y/n

however, contrary to popular belief, you do spend time with him

he’s like the best big brother in the world, even if he’s younger than you

brings you to clothing stores, coffee shops, bookstores, ikea

any place you can buy things really

his favorite places to go with you are clothing stores

forces you to try on clothes that are in his style just to see how they look on you

whines when you try to get him to wear your style of clothing

says your fashion sense is terrible and sad

but wears the clothes anyway to see your reaction

loves seeing you smile

sometimes you go through johnny’s fashion evaluation

either horrendous combinations or luxury styles

there is no in-between

in the case of horrendous combinations (which happened at a thrift store in chicago):

he had you put on a sparkly rainbow bikini top that left little to the imagination, khakis, a lumberjack flannel around your neck, a bandana around your head, sunglasses that had to be at the tip of your nose, and thigh-high, high heeled boots

you had never felt more out of place and uncomfortable in your life

but johnny loved it every second of it

you made sure to get him back though

you gave him a neon blue lacy bralette, a puke green and brown sweater that you forced him to tie into a crop top, jean shorts that were too short with leggings underneath, knee-high socks with laces pulled over the leggings, and strappy sandals

he pretended to model the outfit for you confidently but his bright red neck and cheeks gave it away that he was embarrassed

in the case of luxury items (which was in some uptown, expensive store in japan):

johnny somehow managed to pick out an outfit that accentuated all of your best features with a color that made you feel confident and sexy

you felt you had never looked better

you returned the favor of course and gave him a suit that was definitely a perfect fit and it was obviously red because when does johnny not look good in red

“damn, y/n, look at us! we are the visuals of nct no doubt!”

==≎==

Taeyong

duality.

never have you seen a more confusing duo in kpop history

aeygo to the maxxxx

charisma to that maxxxx

it’s like a metronome how fast you two change when you’re together

the power.

neither soft stans nor hard stans can handle it

the twitter timeline is a dangerous place

fans could be cooing at you both and having heart pains while commenting about how babie you two are

but then die because the next picture is you in all black with a harness doing a questionably 18+ pose with taeyong who’s probably got his signature crop top on

n e ways, let us move on

taeyong adores you so much and it honestly makes him so flustered when you spend time with him

he loves, loves, loves when you take him out

he doesn’t leave the dorm much unless it’s for work

invite him to join you anywhere and he’ll instantly agree with so much enthusiasm, it’ll make you want to give him the world (though he deserves it)

he enjoys the little things

like walking down the street and bumping shoulders every so often while you guys talk about your days

or holding hands while crossing the street to make sure the other is safe

if you go somewhere to eat and offer a bite to him, he’ll melt

do anything for him and he’ll melt, really

one time you held the door for him and he had heart eyes the rest of the night

another time, you complimented his taste in fashion while you took a few pictures of him for instagram and he couldn’t stop smiling

how can he be so precious?

always tries to impress you with a surprise while you are out

he might spoil his new solo track or pay for a meal if you stop anywhere to eat, but that’s when he’s feeling extra

one time he surprised you with a tight hug and a genuine thank you that actually made you cry

“baby, please... spend some time.. with me?”

==≎==

Yuta

you and yuta are like two peas in a pod

like peanut butter and jelly

like strawberries and chocolate

like french fries and burgers

like fish and chips

sorry, i’ll stop with food pairs im kinda hungry right now

anyways, you get it

yuta feels lost when you aren’t around. you are his best friend, his other half (winwin who?)

yuta without you just feels... wrong

nct’s instragram is full of the pictures you guys take when you go on adventures together, which is very often

it’s his favorite thing to do with you; traveling and exploring

you pull up a map on your phone and go buck wild

you’ve both found some pretty cool places and some amazing views

you found a hidden cove somewhere off the coast in california but you guys got in trouble later that day because no one could find you

turns out you guys had wandered a lot farther than you thought

the pictures you showed the group made up for it

they were gorgeous candids of the both of you, laughing and smiling together

one was a timed one where you were both jumping

all of these photos and videos were posted to instagram which made a lot of people happy just to see yuta and you so happy in your elements

sometimes, you guys force mark to join you which takes some convincing because you two are always trouble

mark wouldn’t admit it in a million years, but those moments he shares with the two of you are where he has the most fun

he never knew two people could love each other platonically as much as the two of you do

however, he wants to barf whenever you guys call each other sappy pet names because, ew, third wheeling

“where should we go today, honey?”

==≎==

Doyoung

my birthday twin, let’s get it

how do i even begin to explain how much this boy cares?

you are the third member on his “favorite member” list

now, don’t get petty when he says you’re third

the story of how you got demoted from first is a bit funny in hindsight, jeno (who’s in first) takes the liberty of making fun of you for it whenever you hang out

jungwoo (who owns second) always tries to stand up for you though

you were messing around with taeyong on top of a set-piece while shooting a music video

doyoung had scolded you and told you to stop or else you would get hurt

you decided to laugh off his warning because you “weren’t that clumsy”

turns out you were

taeyong did something cool (when does he not?) and you wanted to try it, so after he told you how to do it a few times, you did

you fell

not very far, only a couple feet, but you landed on your back

the sound was so loud that it startled everyone

doyoung had a heart attack

he thought you died

you had the wind knocked out of you and your back was a little sore, but other than that you were fine

at least ten people swarmed you

including taeyong who was apologizing like crazy

doyoung was right there, lifting you up and already giving you an earful about how he told you to be cautious

once people were sure you were fine and didn’t have a concussion, they left you alone

doyoung doesn’t like much physical affection, but he’ll put that aside to smother you against his chest and harshly reprimand you

he’s a mom friend and will always be

will never tell you, but he prizes the moments when you get sick or hurt

sounds sadistic, and maybe it is, but he loves when you are a helpless baby and he has to take care of you

always scolding you for compromising your health, but doesn’t stop pampering you

tells the other members off when they try to help him

makes you soup when you are sick and gets you anything you ask for without complaint

if you get hurt, he’s right there with some form of first aid

and since i know you’re wondering: yes, he will cuddle you if you ask.

“come to me when you need help, you dumb baby.”

==≎==

Jaehyun

jung jaehyun is the definition of boyfriend material

when you two get together, the aesthetic blogs pale in comparison

everything the two of you do together is an aesthetic, really

golden hour selfies on rooftops where your skin glows and your eyes look the most beautiful

candids on the streets of the city where you're illuminated by the street signs

coffee shop pictures where you look so perfectly in your element sipping coffee and looking out the window

snapshots of “date nights” where you stay in to watch movies or kdramas with popcorn, candy, and a bottle of wine

couple’s outfits where you pose like models while someone takes your photo

you guys do it all

honestly, the biggest ship in all of nct is you and jaehyun

fanfiction writers are jealous no doubt because how the hell can the two of you live out their writings so flawlessly

some people use the pictures the two of you take as templates for their mood boards or “nct as boyfriends” projects

you both probably started a vlog series on the nct youtube account

however, the time you guys spend together is strictly platonic, no matter how badly people want you two to “just date”

neither of you tries anything romantic because blegh, disgusting, i’ve known this person for so long they are literally my best friend, my sibling, a family member i’ve never had but always wanted

sure, jaehyun’s ears turn red whenever you guys dress up in similar outfits but it’s because of people’s reactions

if you see a picture with jaehyun shy next to you, it’s probably because johnny is screaming behind the scenes about how good the two of you look

speaking of johnny, he’s the hype man

also, sort of, maybe, kinda the reason you guys do so much aesthetic stuff

he says you guys are too good looking not to “bless the world with your visuals”

to sum this up, jaehyun treasures you and does the most with you

“what are you wearing today? we should match since it’s our friend-iversary!”

==≎==

WinWin

see wayv ver.

==≎==

Jungwoo

i love him with all my heart and i really miss him right now

it’s real soft hours up in here

not a single moment where you aren’t giving each other all the love you can muster

big comfy sweaters with sweater paws

love confessions every hour

always telling you he loves you and that you are his

treats you like royalty while also babying you into next week

he’s honestly the sweetest person on the planet and he can’t handle himself around you because dang, you really be out here existing and stuff

looking that good

since he’s so affectionate, i see him cuddling you like there’s no tomorrow

will build a pillow fort for you

honestly, he will do anything for you as long as you say please

not afraid to kiss you either. don’t matter where or when, he’s ready

some would say it’s his favorite thing to do

your cheek looking extra squishy that day? his lips have claimed that territory

your forehead exposed? kiss.

your neck easily accessible? smooch.

your hand in his? peck.

your lips in a pout? he better hold himself back because he’s about ready to risk it all just to give you a kith

the other members try not to seem too surprised every time you accept his lips on your skin

they freak out whenever it happens to them, or get super flustered

they don’t know how you handle his affection so well

you say it’s a talent when they ask you

a.k.a. you treasure all the affection he gives you because he is literally the best boy and you would die for him

he worships you on the daily (lucky)

he says his heart beats irregularly whenever you are around because he loves you that much

it was actually scientifically proven during a tv show when you had to make other members’ heart rates fluctuate with aegyo

you hadn’t started doing anything yet, but just by looking at you his heart did a boom boom and everyone freaked out

holds the title of the member with the best hair second-biggest ship in all of nct and of course, it’s with you

fans have so many videos of jungwoo hanging off of you and being clingy

always talking about you like you put the stars in the sky

you know that video when jungwoo was giving mark “the look”? it’s like that with you but at least ten times worse and all the time because you are his baby, his world, his favorite member

always has to comment about what you two did that day

never ever forgets to talk about how much he cares about you

“yeah, y/n and i are close. i love them with all my heart. they are perfect!”

==≎==

Mark

see dreamies ver

==≎==

Haechan

see dreamies ver

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hellofromthe-otter-slide · 5 years ago

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A Grain of Sand, a Universe of Oceans

Well, it’s bee a while since I’ve written for my Beast Island series, and let me tell ya, I know I promised an ending when I posted my newest chapter of Repercussions, but I couldn’t really get there and tell the story I wanted, ya know? So, I figured why not give some snapshots of Adora and Catra in the universe? I’ve got another chapter already planned and in need of finessing, but if there’s anything you want to see, let me know!

Read of AO3.

Catra feels shifting from underneath her, and without thinking, she tightens her grip.

Adora laughs softly. “Catra,” she whispers into Catra’s hair, “We should probably get up.”

“If you get out of this bed, I’m breaking up with you,” Catra mumbles, burying her face against Adora’s neck.

“I didn’t know the consequences were so dire,” Adora jokes, her fingers coming up to run through Catra’s mane.

Catra just nods and lets herself sink into the comfort of the soft morning and her warm girlfriend giving her affection. She can’t stop the quiet purrs rumbling in her chest, and Adora’s fingers move from her mane down her back.

“You have duties you can’t ignore, you know,” Adora says, and Catra doesn’t acknowledge it.

She knows she has duties. She’s surprised Hakim hasn’t burst through her door with her daily schedule and interrupted their first few peacefully minutes of the day.

She knows that there are trade agreements to look over, merchants and vendors to visit, and advisors to try and shake off throughout the day for just a few minutes so that she can have time to herself.

Catra wonders if she can abdicate right now, even if she isn’t queen yet.

Maybe she can convince C’yra to choose a less annoying advisor.

Catra finally opens her eyes to see that the late morning sun has cast a warm orange glow throughout the room. Adora’s hair, finally free of its ponytail and cut to shoulder length, catches it just so, and blonde hair shines even brighter than She-Ra’s ever could.

She pushes herself up to her elbows and sighs. “How did I become the one with all the responsibilities?”

Adora smiles, “I guess She-Ra isn’t important now that there’s no war to fight.”

Catra scoffs, “It’s been, what? Four years since the Second Battle of Bright Moon, and people still invite you to celebrations.”

“Someone’s just jealous that the last one made a She-Ra cake.”

“Other people fought in that battle.”

“Just admit it, Catra.”

“I’m not jealous of your dumb cake.”

Adora’s smile becomes a mischievous smirk, and Catra reacts before Adora gets a chance to gain the upper hand.

It helps that Catra’s already on top. It means that Adora has to put more strength into her efforts to flip them, and while Catra knows she has the strength to do it, she acts fast enough to stop it.

Adora’s pinned, and it’s Catra turn to smirk. “You thought you were going to be able to win that?” She leans in close, so close that their lips brush where she breathes out, “Pathetic.”

“Have you gotten faster?” Adora asks breathily, and Catra knows it’s not from her small, unsuccessful attempt to flip them, “I think you’ve gotten faster.”

“Not since yesterday.” Catra teases.

Adora tries pushing up to kiss her, but just as quick as she ruined Adora’s attempt to flip them, Catra pushes up and away.

“Well, you did say I have things to attend to,” Catra says idly, sitting up and disentangling herself from Adora, “Being the Magicat princess is truly such an important job, and what kind of monarch would I be if I just lazed around with the great She-Ra in bed all day?”

She goes to get out of bed, and Adora does exactly what she wants.

Adora grabs Catra’s wrist and pulls her just enough to bring her back down to the bed before finally getting exactly what she wanted just a few minutes ago.

Catra grins, “Now who doesn’t want to get out of bed?”

Adora brushes a few stray strands of hair from Catra’s face. “You play dirty.”

“I’ve never liked playing by the rules,” Catra jokes, her hands coming up to rest against Adora’s hips.

“Still so evil,” Adora says through a smile, her eyes sparkling.

“I’m reformed.” Catra pulls Adora down to her, all of the banter getting in the way of what she would rather do.

Adora resists, “Someone’s really anxious after all that teasing before.”

“Why do I date you?”

“You ask that a lot for someone’s who’s been dating me for five years.”

“You’re infuriating,” Catra starts listing, “Way too buff,” Adora hums as if in understanding of Catra’s false negatives, “You steal the blankets,” Adora barks out a laugh, “And annoyingly nice and thoughtful.”

Catra stays away from the words she knows grate at Adora, words tainted by a past that left a mark on them like scars.

Adora’s smile is cocky, and it reminds Catra of those moments in the Horde when Adora knew she was winning, and it doesn’t hurt like it used to. Catra doesn’t think about the sting of perpetually being second best or all the cutting words she received for losing.

All she remembers are the times when it was just them, and Adora gaining the upper hand was just another fun moment of their spar away from Shadow Weaver’s judgement or the bullies within the squad.

“Would you like to keep listing all of my good qualities?” Adora asks, finally leaning in like Catra wanted a few minutes before.

“Oh right,” Catra rolls her eyes, “I forgot to say an ego the size of Etheria.”

“That’s usually the first thing you list.”

Catra’s grip on Adora’s hips tighten as Adora starts peppering small kisses along Catra’s jaw.

“I wanted it last for the emphasis,” Catra breathes out.

She feels Adora’s smile against her throat, and just as her hands slip up into Adora’s hair, there’s a knock at her bedroom door.

Catra groans, and Adora sinks into her with a sigh.

“I swear, I’m going to murder him,” Catra says softly so that Hakim can’t hear her from the other side of the door, “I’m going to bury him so deeply in the Kingdom of Snows that no one will find him for a thousand years.”

There’s another knock as Adora chuckles and mockingly says, “Reformed,” right by Catra’s ear.

“What?” Catra says, loud enough that she knows Hakim can hear her on the other side.

“Are you awake, Princess?” Hakim asks, his voice muddled through the door, and Catra rolls her eyes.

“Obviously,” Adora and Catra say at the same time, but only Catra’s voice is loud enough to be heard.

“You’re needed in the Throne Room at the next possible convenience,” Hakim informs her.

“By whose insistence?”

“The queen.”

“They’re going to find C’yra’s body right beside his,” Catra whispers just to Adora, and as Adora tries muffling her laughter, she says, “Tell Queen C’yra that I will be there in 30 minutes.”

“Yes, Princess.”

Catra doesn’t hear footsteps.

“Go, Hakim.”

“Yes, Princess.”

She finally hears footsteps retreat down the hall, and Adora picks herself up off of Catra. “C’yra has a funny way of picking on you.”

Catra spreads out on the bed as Adora gets up and starts looking for something to wear. “She knows Hakim is driving me nuts,” Catra complains, “Although using Hakim to annoy me is borderline diabolical.”

“Oh yeah,” Adora says sarcastically, “Someone call the Princess Alliance. We have a new evil force to defeat.”

“You’re not taking my suffering seriously.”

“You’re right,” Adora comes and sits on the edge of the bed, “Would you like me to call a meeting to discuss this blatant breaking of the Treaties?”

Catra’s tail comes up to wrap around Adora’s wrist absentmindedly, and she plays with Adora’s fingers just for some contact. “Just because you said that, now I’m going to call a meeting, and everyone is going to show up and I’m going to blame it on you.”

Adora leans forward and kisses Catra lightly. “You don’t have enough time in your busy schedule to make it over to Bright Moon.”

She goes to move away, but Catra doesn’t let her. That small kiss isn’t how she wanted to start her morning. She wants more, and it’s obvious Adora is on the same page, because she doesn’t resist. She sinks into Catra, and they kiss long and slow.

It’s Adora who pulls away first, though. “Responsibilities, Catra.”

“I wasn’t even this busy as Hordak’s second-in-command,” she complains, pulling herself out of bed to finally get ready.

Adora gets dressed before Catra, and she sits on the bed and watches Catra try and decide how formal she has to dress for the day.

“Hey, Catra?” Adora asks, breaking the quiet.

“Yeah?”

“Do the Magicats have a binding ceremony?”

“Of course, we do,” Catra answers idly, finally deciding on a cloak and wrapping it around her shoulders, “C’yra made me learn about it a few years ago. According to her, I could be asked to perform the ceremony.”

“Have you ever thought about it?” Adora sounds a little hesitant, “For us, I mean.”

Catra turns, and Adora’s still sitting on the bed, her smile soft and sweet and shy.

“Have you?”

“Not extensively,” Adora answers honestly, “After all of those years in the Horde, it didn’t even cross my mind that we would need to bind ourselves to each other so formally.”

Catra lets out a relieved laugh, “I thought we were just fine as we are now.”

“Me too!” Adora says, “We live together, and you’re it for me. I just didn’t realize everyone outside of the Horde expects something so formal around this point in our relationship.”

“What brought this up?” Catra asks out of curiosity.

“Glimmer,” Adora answers with a fond roll of her eyes, “She brought up marriage and then asked me whether the Magicat marriage ceremony was different than Bright Moon’s.”

“It is,” Catra says, then adds, “You can also inform her that the state of our relationship is none of her business.”

“With that level of seriousness?”

“Add a glare for good measure.”

“Yes, Princess Catra.”

Catra glares at Adora before looking past her to the clock on her bedside table.

“Shit,” Catra rushes over and gives Adora one last kiss, “If I don’t get to the Throne Room in the next five minutes, Hakim might just break down our door.”

“Better run then.”

Catra playfully hits Adora’s shoulder before turning to leave, and just as she gets to the door, she turns. “Adora?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re it for me too.”

Adora smiles, “I know.”

“See you tonight?”

“See you tonight.”

~*~

Frosta and her advisor finally leave after a trade meeting that went over time by twenty minutes, and Catra’s head hits the table with a loud groan.

“Okay,” C’yra says, closing a folder of revised trade agreements, “You’ve been distracted all day. What is going on?”

“I’m not distracted,” Catra mumbles against the table.

C’yra laughs. “Come on, kitten,” she says, “I watched you and Cassandra spar. You almost let her pin you.”

Catra turns her face out. “I can’t be a perfect warrior every day.”

“Frosta asked you a direct question and she had to repeat herself twice.”

“I rarely listen to what Frosta says.”

“Catra—”

“I’m not distracted! It’s just,” Catra closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, “Adora brought up the binding ceremony this morning.”

“Did she propose?”

“No,” Catra pulls her head off the table, “She just asked me if I’ve ever thought about it.”

C’yra leans back in her chair and asks, “Have you?”

“We both haven’t.”

Catra sees the look of confusion on C’yra’s face.

“The Horde didn’t have any sort of binding or marriage ceremony,” Catra explains, “While relationships weren’t forbidden, it just wasn’t seen as a necessity. Binding didn’t have any benefits for either party, so it wasn’t done.”

“It’s been years since the two of you were there.”

“It’s not like the other stuff,” Catra says, avoiding any discussion of the other habits and thoughts that stuck from the Horde, “It’s just hard for us to see why a formal ceremony is necessary when we’re happy as we are, but apparently this is a normal next step for people who have been dating a significant amount of time and didn’t grow up in the Horde.”

C’yra’s confusion softens into a smile. “Felix and I waited to do our binding ceremony.”

“Why?”

“For one, it’s a bit different marrying into the royal family,” C’yra says, “I didn’t want Felix’s life to change because he gained a role he wasn’t expecting in his life.”

“Right, yes, his role as king must be so difficult for him,” Catra replies in a dry tone, “How long has he spent in the library so far today?”

C’yra laughs, “I believe he’s on hour four.”

“So terrible.”

“It wasn’t Felix who was worried,” C’yra clarifies, “He was more than ready to assume his role. I was the one who didn’t want to thrust being king on him someday.”

“How come?”

“I didn’t want him to resent me,” C’yra looks down at the folder and picks at one of the edges, “I was worried that one day he would realize this wasn’t the role he wanted and I would be to blame.”

“Which never happened.”

C’yra nods. “My point was that you two don’t have to do it just because it’s expected of you.”

“What about my role as princess?” Catra asks, “Don’t I have to have a formal partner eventually?”

“No, kitten,” C’yra leans forward runs a few fingers through Catra’s hair, avoiding the tufts right in front of her ear, “As I understand it, marriage is a bigger deal in Bright Moon than binding is here. You and Adora could go your entire lives without ever being bound and nobody in Half Moon would question it.”

“What about the fact that Adora isn’t a Magicat?”

“Hakim brought that up?”

Catra nods, “He mentioned the law after seeing Adora and me together.”

“You’ve been sitting on that for a while then.”

Catra shrugs.

“You want to know the best part about being queen?”

Catra smirks, “The power you lord over everyone?”

C’yra shoves her gently. “It’s the ability to overturn laws written generations ago by rulers who never stepped foot outside of Half Moon.”

“It can’t be that easy,” Catra says in disbelief.

“I’ll put it before the council tomorrow,” C’yra decides, “I’m more than confident we’ll get a majority vote.”

“I’m so happy your hunger for power works in my favor this time.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll send Hakim to grab you even earlier tomorrow.”

Catra glares at C’yra, but it does nothing to wipe away C’yra’s smirk. “I’ll get you back for that.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“I’ll get Dad to help,” Catra says, “And Pisica and Felicity, and I’ll strike when you least expect it.”

“Okay, Catra,” C’yra starts nudging Catra away, “Get out of here before Hakim can rope you into something else.”

“Watch your back.”

“Tell Adora hi for me.”

~*~

Ramiro smiles at Catra as she enters the library, and she gives him a quick wave before making her way to the back corner where she knows she’ll find Felix hunched over a pile of books.

Sure enough, she finds him in his usual spot idly eating from a bowl of fruit and furiously marking down notes. He barely even acknowledges Catra as she sits besides pushing a book her way.

Felix makes one last note before closing his notebook around his pencil. “Using the library to escape your royal responsibilities?”

“I come bearing gifts, actually,” Catra sets the heavy book down on the table, “Adora found it. Apparently, it was found in the Bright Moon libraries, and everyone agreed it should be brought back here.”

“Is that—?” Felix picks up the book like it fragile and inspects the spine, “It can’t be.”

Catra smiles, “It’s Vivek’s histories of Bright Moon and Half Moon as sister cities.”

“This has been lost for a very long time.”

“All it took was Adora getting bored between meetings.”

Felix sets the book down and pulls Catra into a hug. It still feels slightly awkward, but it’s something she’s adjusted to over the years.

Felix likes hugging, just like Scorpia. The least Catra can do is try to return the sentiment.

“Why isn’t Adora here so I can hug her?”

“She went back to Bright Moon after lunch.”

“I’ll see her at dinner though, correct?”

Catra laughs, “I’ll be sure to warn her.”

“What’s her favorite dessert?” Felix asks excitedly, “I’ll make it for her.”

“It’s just a book.”

Felix grabs Catra’s shoulders, and she freezes for just a moment before relaxing.

“This book has been lost for decades, Catra,” Felix says, her eyes and tone almost comically grave, “Adora is a hero.”

Catra snorts, “That’s overdramatic.”

“Think of what we could learn!” Felix grabs the book again and opens it to the front page, “Think about how the relationship between Half Moon and Bright Moon could benefit from this.”

“The relationship between the two cities has been stable and amicable since the Magicats returned.”

“That’s not the point.”

Catra laughs, “She really likes fruity stuff. The last time Bright Moon made fruit tarts for some celebration, I didn’t hear the end of it.”

“Fruity,” Felix says while thumbing through the pages carefully, “I can work with that.”

Catra settles into the quiet sounds of the library, and Felix points to the book he shoved over to her when she arrived. “If you would like to avoid advisors and councils, I think that book would really interest you.”

“What’s it about?” Catra asks, flipping the cover over and reading the author’s acknowledgements.

Catra watches Felix lips quirk up in a barely contained smile. “Binding ceremonies.”

Catra slams the cover shut, “I’ll be adding patricide to my intended matricide.”

Felix starts laughing despite Catra’s empty threat before handing Catra something different.

When Catra refuses to take it, he says, “This is a book on the first generation of Magicats. You were asking about them the other day.”

Catra takes the book and opens to the first chapter discussing the Magicats’ nomadic roots, “You think you’re very funny.”

“I just think C’yra gets all of the fun in picking on you.”

“So you took your chance.”

“I thought it was hilarious.”

Catra rolls her eyes, “I’m sure you did.”

They settle into reading, and Catra is just to the part that describes why a nomadic people finally decided to put down roots when Felix says her name to get her attention.

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I share C’yra’s view,” he says with a soft smile Catra’s come to expect from him in these quieter moments, “Just because you’re the princess doesn’t mean you have to bind yourself to someone, and she doesn’t have to be a Magicat.”

“I figured you would tell me if you had a problem with Adora sometime in the last five years.”

“You know how much we adore her.”

Catra smiles, “I do.”

“I just didn’t want that to go unspoken,” Felix says, “I didn’t want you to think I didn’t support you or your relationship because of outdated expectations or laws.”

“I would never think that of you, Dad.”

And Felix can’t help but smile again, and Catra smiles too.

“Well, good,” Felix says, opening Vivek’s histories again.

Catra breathes out a soft laugh before returning to her own reading.

~*~

Catra wakes up to bright light filtering in through the windows and open balcony doors, and she immediately closes them tight. She cuddles into whatever she’s holding onto, and she realizes it’s a pillow and not her girlfriend.

Adora had to get up early for a meeting of the Queen’s Guard. Catra vaguely remembers Adora giving her a light kiss before leaving the room.

The door opens, and Catra hears Adora’s soft laughter form the doorway.

“You look displeased,” Adora says with a light laugh.

“I hate sleeping here.”

Catra feels the bed dip just so, and then Adora is running her hands over Catra’s back, her nails gently scratching up and down Catra’s spine.

Catra’s purrs are almost instant at the affection.

“You did live here for months when you joined the Alliance.”

Catra opens her eyes just a bit and squints up at Adora. “I didn’t know then that I had a wonderfully dark room waiting for me in Half Moon.”

Adora rolls her eyes, “I still don’t understand how you sleep so well on this bed.”

“I am no longer in the Horde, Adora. I’m not going to sleep on a cot.”

“It’s too—” Catra watches Adora push her hand into the bed, “—squishy.”

“So, ask her Royal Pain in My Ass for something in between.”

“We only sleep here a few nights a month,” Adora says, ignoring Catra’s nickname for Glimmer, “It doesn’t seem worth it.”

“Hey,” Catra grabs Adora’s hand and interlocks their fingers, “If you’re not comfortable, we can go back to the cot.”

Adora brings Catra’s hand up to her lips and kisses along Catra’s knuckles. “I’m more comfortable in this bed than you are on the cot.”

“Are you sure?” Catra pulls Adora’s hand gently to try and get her to join Catra on the bed. The warm morning with the sun seeping into her fur and with significantly less to do than at home has Catra wanting to spend all day together in bed.

“I’m sure,” Adora lets Catra pull her down, kicking her boots off before hugging Catra to her chest, “As long as I have you, I sleep just fine.”

Catra slips her hands under Adora’s shirt and presses a soft kiss to Adora’s throat.

“How was your meeting?”

“Boring,” Adora presses a kiss to Catra’s forehead and starts running her fingers through Catra’s hair, “It seems like every meeting is boring nowadays.”

“So, you, Bow, and Glimmer spent the entire time passing notes and not listening.”

Adora laughs softly, “Angella caught us too.”

“Seriously?” Catra moves away enough to look up at Adora, and Adora is smiling.

“We got lectured,” she says with a smile, “We haven’t gotten lectured since the war.”

Catra smirks, “Who started passing the notes?”

She expects it to be Glimmer, but Adora’s cheeks go slightly rosy, and Catra laughs.

“It started with my doodles!” Adora tries to defend herself, “And then Bow was adding things on, and Glimmer noticed and started to do the same, and before we knew it, we had notes and doodles and were being reprimanded in front of every important official in Bright Moon.”

“How embarrassing,” Catra says through squeaky giggles, “I wish I could’ve been there.”

“If you really want, I’ll do the same thing at our Princess Alliance meeting tomorrow morning.”

“It’s not funny if it’s planned.”

Adora glares at her, “That does not mean you’re going to do anything to get us in trouble.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Catra lies, already thinking through a few ways to distract Adora, “I’m completely innocent.”

“I’m not getting lectured two days in a row.”

Catra snorts, “We’re adults, Adora.”

“You’re not going to do anything, Catra.”

“I’m not going to do anything,” Catra fights a smile, “I definitely will not do anything at all that will result in a lecture from Angella.”

Adora sighs and resigns herself to whatever she knows Catra is planning. She loves the little mischievous sparkle she can see in Catra’s mismatched eyes, though. It reminds her of playing pranks in the Fright Zone, Catra coming up with all of their plans and Adora helping her to enact them to torture their squad.

She remembers one prank that left Lonnie covered in green goo, and Catra laughed so hard her laughter turned squeaky in the way Adora loves.

“I love you, Catra,” Adora runs her thumb over Catra’s bottom lip.

It’s not something they say a lot. It’s something they didn’t necessarily know the right words for for a very long time, and they prefer showing rather than telling, but Adora can’t help herself.

Catra looks so cute and warm snuggled against her, and she’s so happy in this moment that the words spill out.

“I love you too, Adora,” Catra responds easily before leaning forward for a soft kiss. Her nails run gently over Adora’s back, and Adora’s fingers card through Catra long, tangled hair, and they take their time. The kiss is slow and sweet, because there’s no reason to rush.

For once, there’s no impending doom. There’s no great armies to defeat or an entire planet to heal and rebuild.

There’s just the two of them, soft and warm against each other, and Catra thinks about missing the Princess Alliance meeting, thinks about holing up in here with Adora for days just kissing and being together.

Adora kisses her one last time before pulling back, a smirk on her lips.

“Glimmer’s going to bring up marriage when she sees you,” Adora says, biting her lip to stop a grin, “Apparently she feels like she needs to get this from all angles.”

Catra groans, her forehead thumping onto Adora’s sternum. “Why is she still on that?”

“It’s Bright Moon tradition,” Adora says, rolling into her back.

Adora smiles as Catra moves so that she’s lying completely on top of Adora, nuzzling into Adora’s neck and running her nails up and down Adora’s sides.

“To pester your friends?” Catra asks, rolling her eyes.

“To get married,” Adora answers, even though she knows Catra’s question was rhetorical.

“Neither of us are from Bright Moon,” Catra complains, her voice muffled against Adora's throat “Shouldn’t that stop her from bringing it up?”

“Well, technically, I kind of am,” Adora’s hand slips under Catra’s shirt to rest at the small of her back, “It’s not like She-Ra has her own kingdom.”

“You’re not even from this planet,” Catra huffs out, “I think that means that we can do whatever we want, and Princess Sparkles is going to have to deal with it whether she likes it or not.”

“Well, maybe Glimmer will listen to you.”

Catra hums a response, far more comfortable than she was when she woke up, but even as she starts to drift off, a small insecurity nags at her, poking and prodding, and there’s this small whisper, a quiet voice that says, Adora deserves better than someone that won’t even bind themselves to her, that cuts through the warmth and comfort.

She knows that they talked about it, but maybe one quick conversation while they got ready in the morning wasn’t enough. Maybe Adora’s opinion has changed since then. Maybe—

“Catra?”

Adora’s voice cuts off the intrusive thoughts, one hand coming up to bury itself in Catra’s long mane.

Some of the tension leaves her body, and it takes Catra a moment to realize her hands are fisted into Adora’s shirt, her nails close to ripping through the fabric.

“Hey,” Adora’s voice is so soft and gentle, “What is it?”

“Are you sure?” Catra asks without moving her face from the crook of Adora’s neck.

“Am I sure about what?”

Catra sighs. “That you don’t want to get married.”

Adora’s hand moves from her hair to her cheek, and Catra doesn’t resist when Adora gently moves her so that Catra is looking down into bright blue eyes and hair illuminated by the late morning glow.

Adora’s thumb runs across Catra’s cheek, and Catra leans into the contact. “I know it was a quick conversation, but I meant what I said,” Adora whispers, her lips pulling up into a small smile, “I’m happy where we are now. I love you. I don’t need anything formal like a Bright Moon wedding or a Magicats bonding ceremony to make that official.”

“I just thought—” Catra trails off, looking away, because now that Adora has assured her, she feels like she overreacted.

“Are you happy, Catra?”

Catra’s eyes widen, her ears twitching just so, and she looks down at Adora again.

Her Adora, who never gave up on her, even when she gave up on herself.

Her Adora, that fought for her and came to Beast Island without a second thought.

Just, her Adora.

“Of course I’m happy,” Catra says honestly, bringing her forehead down to Adora’s.

“And I am too,” Adora says softly, “If we’re already happy, why don’t we stay where we are?”

Catra smiles, “I’d like that.”

“It’s settled then,” Catra opens her eyes to see Adora smiling, open and bright and so her, “And I can tell Glimmer to back off on the marriage talk.”

“I would also really like that,” Catra says, sinking back down into Adora and getting comfortable.

“I’ll ask for Bow’s help.” Adora’s hands slip back under Catra’s shirt and run over her back.

Catra hums and smiles against Adora’s throat.

Adora talks about this and that, small stories of her and Bow and Glimmer, little moments that Catra misses while Catra’s busy in Half Moon, and she listens to every word, giving a small acknowledgement every now and then to let Adora know that she’s still awake, still listening, still interested.

At one point, Catra drifts off without realizing it, and she wakes up to Adora pressing kisses against her cheeks and nose and lips, softly waking her up so that they can get something to eat, and even when Catra bats her away with a groan, she opens her eyes to Adora smiling at her like she’s the only thing in the universe.

It’s a smile Catra loves and has loved since they were kids whispering in the middle of the night in the barracks, pausing at every small noise and rushing under the covers when the patrols came through to make sure everyone was asleep.

It’s the smile Catra loved even when she hated Adora, fighting against her on opposite sides of a war they ended together.

It’s the smile Catra sees every morning when she wakes up to soft kisses and Adora’s arm pulling Catra even closer to her.

Catra smiles back, warm and happy and content, because she wasn’t lying when Adora asked her if she’s happy.

Every morning she wakes up to Adora, every moment they share together, every spar with quips thrown and every meal they share with Catra’s parents or lunches spent with the Best Friend Squad makes her happier than she ever believed she could be.

Catra wishes she could go back in time and talk to that scared little girl bundled up in Horde-issued blankets crying on the bottom bunk. She wishes she could give her one more promise, a promise that she will make it through. She’ll grow to be stronger and kinder, and she’ll finally learn that love is not always conditional. She’ll find people who love and understand her, and even though she pushes them away at first, they’ll fight for her because they’ll think she’s worth fighting for.

And she wishes that she could tell that girl who loved Adora with all of the feelings she never understood that one day, Adora would love her back. They’ll kiss in the woods of Beast Island and it’ll be like puzzles pieces finally fitting together to make something beautiful and unique and theirs.

You'll be happy, Catra wishes she could tell her younger self, You'll finally be happy.

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Requited Jealousy

Summary: After months of flirting between you and Tom seem to be leading nowhere, you attempt to drown your crush with a handsome stranger. Tom can’t stop feeling jealous as his concealed feelings for you explosively boil over.

Prompt: “You look like shit” for @hillsnholland ‘s Birthday Writing Challenge omg I am so sorry about how late this is! :O

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Reader, Jealous!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Takes place during the ffh press tour, you play a character in the film. First thing I’ve posted in ages! #t&tbirthday wc

“Hey Y/n! You’re coming out with us tonight, right?” Harrison yelled as he burst into your hotel room, letting the door crack loudly off the wall. The walls were so thin you were surprised the hotel hadn’t already crumbled to dust from the impact, and judging from the spiteful glares from the old couple passing your open doorway, you weren’t the only one who had noticed the noise.

Kicking off your black heels, and freeing your feet from a full day of press, you collapsed backwards onto the middle of your hotel bed, splaying your tired body like a starfish and groaning.

“I don’t think my feet could take it Haz. This press tour has barely begun and it’s already killed me.”

“Wear flats then,” Came another, unconcerned voice from your open doorway as Tom joined the current party in your room, kicking the door shut after him. He had already changed to go out, short sleeved, navy blue shirt unbuttoned slightly at the top to match his messily styled hair, a contrast from his more formal press appearance earlier.

“Flats with what? I can’t exactly wear trainers with a dress in a club, in New York.”

“Who’s stopping you?” Harrison replied, as he ducked into your minifridge and pulled out a bottle of champagne with a triumphant expression on his face.

“Well not you apparently Haz,” You laughed, pushing yourself up to rest on your elbows.

“Come on Y/n,” Tom coaxed, throwing his hands out in mock exasperation, before taking a glass of champagne from Harrison.

You threw a cushion from the previously immaculately made bed at his head, “No, I’m not coming Tom.”

He caught the cushion easily in his free hand, chucking it back in your direction and taking a seat on your bed next to you, “Do you want champagne all over your room?” He asked smugly, as he lifted his brimming glass up towards you. Harrison forced another precariously filled glass of champagne into your hands, and you rolled your eyes as you raised your glass to Tom’s, before crossing one leg over the other as you lay back against your pillows.

Raising you glass to your lips you took a sip, before your eyes widened and you slammed the glass down on the bedside cabinet, “Harrison! Stop trying to get me drunk already.”

Harrison looked pointedly at Tom from where he stood at the foot of your bed, “Well that’s Plan A: a failure.”

“You can forget whatever plans the two of you have cooked up, I’m still not coming out.” You said, looking accusingly between the two of them, before dropping your gaze longingly to your discarded glass of champagne, as your previous resolve began to weaken.

“Plan B’s a guaranteed success mate, don’t worry about it,” Tom answered, with an antagonizing cocky tone of voice, as he reclined across your bed, resting his hands behind his head

You whipped your head to glare at him, “And what exactly would Plan B entail Holland?“

He tilted his head to face you, smirk dancing across his lips, as placed his hand next to your shoulder, shifting his body agonizingly close to yours. The sudden decrease in proxemics had your heart racing a mile a minute, and your lips parted in shock as you struggled to maintain your composure.

“Plan B is, Harrison starts a rumour that me and you are dating on his instagram story. Have fun answering those questions for the rest of the press tour Y/n.” He drawled, as you heard the snapshot of a camera and saw a bright flash out of the corner of your eye.

Jerking away from Tom, you glared daggers at Harrison as he turned the screen of his phone towards you, grinning broadly. The intimate photo was definitely condemning, the two of you looked milliseconds away from kissing. You swung your feet off your bed and stalked to the hotel wardrobe. “Fuck you,” You hissed as both of them broke out laughing, “You know that’s already half of the questions I get asked.”

“Unless you want all of the questions to be asking about me, you’re coming out with us.”

“Guess I’ll choose something to wear then, you assholes.” You replied icily, throwing the wardrobe door open.

“Better be quick, we’re leaving in ten minutes.”

“You’ll be leaving this earth in less than ten minutes Harrison Osterfield if you don’t get out of my room this exact second.”

As the two of them finally left you could hear their sniggering down the corridor, snippets of their plans for the evening; which bars and clubs to hit up, just in earshot.

Pulling a short, crimson dress from the wardrobe, you held in against you in front of the mirror, mentally matching some accessories with it. You quickly changed, fastened your hair back from your face and slipped back into your discarded black heels, inwardly cursing them both. The champagne Harrison had poured out earlier was looking very attractive, and you stopped for a brief second, biting your lip, before sighing; if you were going to be forced to go out, your night might as well start off right.

Downing the glass, your keys jangled in your hands as you strode towards your hotel room door, catching a flash of your appearance from the full length mirror on the back of the door. There was no denying you looked good, the red dress accentuated your body perfectly, and you couldn’t help the smirk playing at your lips as you started to feel the buzz of alcohol kicking in.

You slammed your door, the clack of your heels loud, as you strode down the hall towards the boy’s rooms. Reaching Tom’s door you sharply knocked, and as he swung the door open, you crossed your arms, jutting your hip to the side, “Are you ready yet boys?” You asked innocently.

“Looking good Y/n,” Harrison yelled, as he appeared behind Tom and wolf whistled, cheeky smile flooding across his face.

“Jeez Haz, you’ve only had one glass of champagne,” You laughed, playfully slapping his arm as he slung it around your shoulders.

“Two glasses of champagne,” Tom added, as he swiftly locked his door, “And three tequila shots.”

You held your heart in mock sorrow, “You guys had tequila and didn’t share?”

“Says the girl who didn’t want to come out with us,” Tom countered, as he wrapped his arm around your waist and you set off three abreast down the narrow hallway.

“Shut up, I’m here now.”

He rolled his eyes, smirk dancing at his lips. You were incredibly aware of his fingers curled around your hips, the flimsy material of your dress feeling almost invisible against the heat of his hand.

Harrison lifted his arm from your shoulders, striding ahead before turning to face you, walking backwards down the hallway, “Stop staring into each other’s eyes you two.” He laughed, quirking his eyebrows at you both, as he raised his phone, finger hovering over the snapshot button.

“Osterfield if you take that photo I swear to fucking god-” You yelled, darting away from Tom, attempting to wrestle Harrison’s phone off him.

“I’m the one who should be annoyed, all this third wheeling you’re forcing me to do,” Harrison complained mischievously.

You stopped abruptly, mouth dropping open as your eyes widened, slapping his phone into Tom’s hands, who was already sniggering, “Mate, you better run.”

“HARRISON!”

The three of you strolled into a nightclub, neon flashing lights enticing you instantly. You made a beeline for the bar, ordering a few rounds of drinks in anticipation. You had Tom’s jacket draped around your shoulders, you hadn’t thought to bring one but the cold night air had been chilling.

Tom took the seat next to you, sliding a few glasses over the counter towards him and Harrison. As he went to grab another, you lifted it out of his reach, taking a sip, raising your eyebrows over the glass.

“Not so fast Tom,” You smirked, “Can’t have a repeat of Zendaya’s party now can we?”

He groaned, “Don’t remind me.”

“If only you hadn’t had reshoots you’d forgotten about the next day,” Harrison sniggered.

“I was cleaning your vomit out of my toilet for days,” You complained, trying to sound annoyed, but the corner of your mouth turned up uncontrollably.

He raised his eyebrows suggestively with a wink, “You were the one who took me back to your room.”

“Because I was sleeping at Zendaya’s that week, and you’d passed out downstairs! What did you want me to do leave you to drown in your own vomit?”

You slapped his arm and he laughed, “I wasn’t that bad.”

“Did you see the video Harry took?”

“OK fine, it was bad. We’ve only got like- five hours of press tomorrow, I’ll be fine.”

“Whatever you say, light weight.” You smirked, as you slipped Tom’s jacket from your shoulders, the stuffy atmosphere of the club leading you to overheat. As you passed it to him, his hand rose to meet yours, fingertips brushing lightly.

"Giving back my jacket? Ouch, must be a sign that we’re over,” He teased.

“You wish you could have this Holland,” You replied, flirtatious tone seeping into your voice as you gestured at yourself.

You watched his eyes drop from yours for a brief second, taking in your figure in the gorgeous red dress you had so carefully picked out. Catching his gaze again, his deep brown eyes were filled with an unusual darkness but before he could speak, Harrison had interrupted.

“Get a room, you two!” He grumbled loudly, several empty glasses already littering the bar counter in front of him.

“Fuck off Harrison,” Tom replied, “You’re already drunk, you idiot.”

“I’m sober enough to see what’s going on here,” He replied suggestively, looking very obviously between you and Tom.

“What’s going on here is that you need to stop drinking Osterfield.” You said, reaching over Tom to drag the remaining drinks towards you.

As you did so, your bare legs skimmed against Tom’s hands from where they were resting in his lap, sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. In a sudden moment of confidence, you pulled your bar stool inwards until your legs were resting against Tom’s, then reached for a glass to mask your reasoning for moving closer.

Harrison looked pointedly at you. “Couldn’t reach the drinks,” You said innocently. You could feel Tom’s body heat emitting through his jeans, and you let your hair fall over your face slightly whilst sipping your drink, concealing the flush creeping across your cheeks.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” Came a voice from behind you and you turned your head, almost stopping in your tracks as your eyes met a handsome, dark haired man, smiling charmingly at you.

Harrison snorted, and you glared at him, kicking his leg with your stiletto underneath the bar, smirking as he choked on his drink.

“Guess I don’t pick my bars well.” You shrugged, flicking your hair over your shoulders as you inched your legs closer to you, creating distance from Tom.

“Can I buy you a drink? I’m Dan by the way.”

“Y/n. But I’m sorry…I’m just here with my friends tonight.”

You nodded towards Harrison and Tom, your gaze lingering on the dark haired Brit; his jaw was clenched as he stared broodily down into his whisky. You turned back to Dan, who’s handsome face had distorted into a scowl.

“Your ‘friends’? Think you might wanna tell him that he’s just your ‘friend’, I’ve been watching you two together from over there.” He scoffed, nodding towards Tom, who’s eyes were glittering dangerously. “Thought you could do better than him, but now I know there’s no competition-”

“-Alright back off you fucking asshole,” Tom spat, placing his drink down loudly and rising to face Dan.

“Tom,” You said, warning tone clear as you and Harrison stood with him, placing a hand across his chest as you stepped in between the confrontation.

Harrison extended his arms out passively towards Dan, “Look mate, she wasn’t wrong, we’re just out as friends tonight.”

“Yeah I see how it is; friends with benefits. That’s clearly not working out for someone.” Dan replied scathingly, looking pointedly at Tom, trying to bait him into exploding.

Your restraining hand was the only thing stopping Tom from launching towards Dan, predatory gleam flashing brightly in his eyes from Dan’s antagonizing tone, “There is no way in hell that Y/n would ever be interested in an asshole like you so why don’t you just fuck right off and leave her alone,” He snarled.

“She’s a smart enough girl to talk for herself.”

“You won’t be able to talk for your-fucking-self when I-”

“-Look, I’m obviously not interested Dan, so if you could please just leave me and my friends alone,” You cut in, eyes flicking between him and Tom.

“Whatever, you’re not even that good looking anyway.” He replied shortly, turning on his heel.

“You never told us about your secret talent Y/n; attracting complete and utter assholes.” Harrison laughed, rolling his eyes at Dan’s disappearing figure.

You quickly jerked your hand from across Tom’s chest, as the three of you retook your seats at the bar. Tom darted straight for the last drink, downing it in one go, and you exchanged a look of mild concern with Harrison.

“I can’t believe that fucking low life said that,” Tom suddenly said, slamming the empty glass down on the counter.

“He said quite a lot, which bit?” You replied, raising your eyebrows.

“That you’re not good looking, I mean did he have his fucking eyes closed,” He scoffed.

You bit your lip at the compliment, trying to shake off your slight embarrassment. As he looked up and caught your gaze, that hint of desire from earlier was once again flickering in his irises.

“Shall we get out of here?” Harrison interrupted, gesturing at the abundance of empty glasses in front of you, “Or just you two could,” He added with a wink, raising his hands in surrender and starting to stride towards the exit as Tom glared daggers at him.

You rolled your eyes at Harrison’s remark, unhooking your heels from the bar stool. As you stood, Tom slung his arm loosely around you, fingertips lightly brushing your bare shoulder, inciting butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

As you both started to make your way towards the door; he turned and in a split second decision brushed his lips against your cheek, light as a feather. In that moment, your heart almost stopped, the warmth of his lips imprinted on your skin.

You were thankful for the dim lighting of the bar, certain that your emotions were written across your face as clear as day in a condemning blush. Fumbling to collect yourself, your lips parted as you sharply inhaled, before throwing him a questioning look, watching as his lips turned up mischievously.

“Dickhead Dan was watching,” He grinned in answer, but as your eyes scanned the room, you couldn’t catch a glimpse of Dan anywhere.

Taking your fourth shot of the night, you felt the flames burn at the back of your throat. The pulsing music of the third night club you’d visited was earth shatteringly loud, but from where you were currently sat in the bar area you could unfortunately still hear an incredibly tipsy Harrison chattering about a blonde girl who’d just given him her number.

“She was so fucking pretty, and just straight walked up to me, I admire the confidence you know?”

“I think you have enough confidence to spare tonight Haz,” You laughed in reply, nodding towards the empty shot glasses abandoned on the bar in front of him.

“Oi,” He grumbled, “You haven’t exactly been taking it steady for someone set on not coming out with us.”

Throwing a glance across at Tom, who was sat with his back to you, several stools down, chatting up a stunning redhead you rolled your eyes bitterly, “It’s hardly ‘us’ anymore though is it? It’s just you.”

“He’s been with us most of the night, what’s the problem? You’re not jealous, are you?” Harrison asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“If you suggest there is anything between me and Tom one more time tonight I might just have to accidentally slip and accidentally kick you in the balls.”

“Alright, I’ll stop…for tonight.” He grinned.

The bartender deposited two of your last ordered drinks in front of you, and you both raised them to your lips in unison. Tapping your fingers on your glass, you placed the already half emptied drink onto the bar and shot another sideways glance at where Tom was sat. The red haired girl was smiling flirtily at him, twisting a strand of hair around her finger, and as they both laughed loudly, you turned away disgusted only to be greeted with a smirking Harrison.

“Y/n, if looks could kill that innocent girl over there would be dead and buried.”

You just scoffed in reply, looking down into your rapidly emptying glass.

“It would be much easier to believe you weren’t jealous if you could take your eyes off him for at least a second.” He added, teasing tone in his voice.

“That dance floor is looking pretty fucking slippy Harrison.” You warned.

“Would be a shame to lose such perfect genes before they were put to good use,” He mused, looking over the scrap of napkin the blonde had scribbled her number onto.

“Fuck this.” You muttered, finishing your drink and slamming the empty glass down with a bang. “I’m going to dance,” You declared, screeching back your bar stool.

“Watch that slippy floor Y/n, don’t want you falling head over heels,” Harrison winked as you scowled in response, stalking away from him.

Rolling your hips slowly in time to the music, you found your place in the middle of the dance floor, deafening music a welcome relief from the churning tangle of thoughts inside your head. Your lack of retaliation against Harrison’s jibes about Tom had your head spinning, were you finally admitting to yourself that your attraction to Tom was more than just appreciating his looks?

The dance floor was crammed with people swaying rhythmically to music, making it easier to try and lose your thoughts here in the distracting mass of colours. But the intrusive feeling kept creeping back each time you caught a glimpse of Tom inching closer to the redhead over at the bar. Shaking your head violently, you mentally scolded yourself, it was just a stupid crush, you’d get over it.

Raising your hands up, your dancing took on a sensual turn to match the evolving music, body twisting as you danced without a care, using the escapism. The packed floor was beginning to thin out as the night wore on, and as you felt the presence of someone behind you, you turned to face them, seductive smile playing at your lips.

The guy in front of you was incredibly attractive, but you mentally rolled your eyes at the brown hair and eyes combination that you were already running from. He was a perfect distraction, you had to get Tom out of your system.

“I’ve been watching you dance, you’re fucking gorgeous,” He said into your ear as you turned your back to him, moving your hips with him.

His lips remained dancing along your neck, as you tipped your head back. Usually you weren’t this kind of girl, but tonight you really couldn’t care less.

Rocking your hips back into his, he stifled a moan as he traced his finger tips down your arms. You span round to face your handsome stranger, and feeling no restraint met his lips, kissing him fiercely as you continued to sway your hips with his.

Over at the bar, Tom was losing the will to live. He checked his watch for the eighth time, forty minutes later and the red haired girl, he couldn’t remember her name, was still talking.

“I just feel like we have that one of a kind, instant connection.” She giggled, continuing to twirl her hair around her finger, an action which was driving him insane.

"Look I’ve got to get back to my friends,” He started, standing up abruptly but as her face fell, he hastily added, “I’ll call you,” with no real intention in his voice.

Catching sight of Harrison stood a few meters away from the bar with a group of girls he didn’t recognise, he strode over, “Mate we need to go now, I gave that girl a fake phone number and I think I miscounted. Where’s Y/n?” He asked, nudging Harrison with his elbow trying to pull his attention.

“Dancing. I think you should leave her be though.” Harrison replied, before turning his back again.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tom hissed, still looking around for you.

Harrison grabbed his friends shoulder, pulling him to a space around the corner of the bar with enough room to breathe.

“You know exactly what I fucking mean.”

“Haz, what the hell are you talking about?”

“I saw you fucking kiss her in the last bar Tom, you need to stop messing her around.”

Tom’s jaw hardened in self defense, “It was on the cheek! It doesn’t mean anything."

"You don’t go around kissing just fucking anyone on the cheek.” Harrison challenged, narrowing his eyes at his friend.

“She barely even reacted-”

“-She’s an actress Tom, you don’t know where her head is at. What do you think it looks like to her now; five minutes after you kiss her you’re chatting up some other girl at the bar?”

“Jesus, Harrison. I had no interest in that red head-”

“-So why’d you keep talking to her then?”

“Get off my fucking back would you.” Tom replied, voice strained.

“No, I fucking won’t Tom, I was teasing her about you earlier and she didn’t deny any of it. So I’ll lay off when you finally grow a pair, and stop fucking around and hurting one of my best friends."

"For fucks sake,” Tom swore, looking towards the dance floor, scanning for your face. He caught sight of a red dress moving rhythmically close to the DJ booth, back facing him.

As he begun to wade through the milling groups of dancers, pursuing the scarlet dress across the floor, he suddenly stopped, noticing that the girl dressed in red who had her back to him was dancing sensually, grinding up against a man. He averted his eyes, starting to look elsewhere for you, but as the girl twirled round and pulled at the man’s tie to meet his lips with hers, he recognised your face.

White hot jealousy jolted through him as his mouth almost dropped open. The alcohol running through his body was spiking his adrenaline, heartbeat thumping harshly in his ears. Barely conscious of his movements, he stormed over, wrenching the man apart from you.

“Stay the fuck away from her.” He growled, eyes flashing wildly as he let go of the other man’s shirt, pushing him away and standing in front of you.

“What the hell is your fucking problem?” The stranger yelled at him angrily, as he raised his fists, swinging at Tom’s face. The clenched fist easily collided with Tom’s forehead, too worked up to allow his training to kick in and avoid the blow.

Stumbling back, Tom clenched his fists, preparing to retaliate, but you interfered, throwing yourself in front of him and grabbing his hands to stop him, aggravation written across your face, “Tom what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Turning to your handsome stranger, who had escaped relatively unscathed excluding his rumpled shirt and now disheveled hair, “I’m so sorry he’s had way too much to drink,” You said, apologetic tone clear in your voice. He took the hint, casting one last scowl at Tom before vanishing in the crowd.

Releasing Tom’s hands as if they were hot coals, your polite demure instantly vanished as you glared at him, “What the hell was that?”

He eyes were cast down, chest still heaving as he worked his sudden anger out of his system. But his lack of response was only increasing your irritation at him, “Tom?” You snapped.

“Since when did you become such a slut?” He snarled suddenly, rage returning in full force.

You winced at the insult, before rising to the challenge, “Since when did you pick up sluts at the bar?”

“I didn’t fucking realize you were the kind of girl who throws herself all over the first guy who gives her attention.”

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it. I turned Dan down earlier but you still got all worked up about him just wanting to buy me a fucking drink.”

“That guy was an asshole there was no way in hell I was going to let him buy you a drink after what he said.”

“That’s just it Tom, you don’t get to choose who I spend time with.” You spat in response, eyes glinting dangerously.

“Tonight was supposed to be just us three hanging out, not you hooking up with any guy who looked twice at you.”

“Don’t give me that shit when you fucked off to talk to that red head for half an hour. Just after you fucking kissed me, making up some bullshit excuse.” You said, shaking your head, turning to walk away from him, but he caught your wrist, strength instantly stopping you from leaving.

“First fucking chance she shut up, I came looking for you, only to find you getting off with a fucking stranger.”

“What the hell was I supposed to do Tom? Wait until you’d got bored of that red haired bitch and then come running back to you like I always do?” You hissed, jerking your arm out of his grasp.

“Don’t fucking say crap like that.”

“Crap like what? That we’ve been flirting for months, that you’re always leading me on, and yet you still go after other girls? That everytime I pick a guy he always has your gorgeous- …fucking stupid brown eyes? Crap like no matter how I hard I try to get over you, each time I end up alone because you scare off any guy that comes within a ten metre range of me? That Harrison almost had me admitting I had feelings for you? Is that enough crap for you Holland? Because I’m fucking done hurting myself over you, I can’t do it anymore.”

Despite the blasting music vibrating around the entire club, the whole room felt deathly silent to you as you revealed everything. Your anger had burnt out, leaving you feeling numb. Refusing to catch his eye, you bit your lip as you turned, failing at keeping your emotions in check.

But before you could take a step, his fingertips laced with yours to stop you in your tracks, other hand tilting your chin up to finally meet his gaze. You almost melted on the spot; the desire burning brightly in his irises sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers lightly brushed over your jawbone, the tension building sparking like electricity in the heavy atmosphere.

Suddenly he lurched forward, finally kissing you; as the butterflies fluttering in your stomach went into overdrive. Curling your hands around his neck you returned the kiss with matching intensity, heartbeat running a mile a minute. You felt his hands run up your back and across your bare shoulders, creating lines of goosebumps running along your skin.

You’d been dreaming about this moment for such a long time, you almost wondered if you’d strayed into a feverish fantasy, but the breathtaking feeling of his lips against yours you knew you could never dream up. A smile crept over your lips, breaking the kiss as you pulled back slightly.

“You took your fucking time to do that Holland.”

“I know, I know- I just valued you too much as a friend, I couldn’t risk messing that up if I misread the situation.” He mumbled in response, hints of embarrassment dotted across his features.

“Oh I think things between us as friends are over,” You smirked, and as his mouth curved up into a smile, you jolted forward to kiss him again, lusting over the feeling of his lips against yours.

"Fucking finally, I was sick of playing cupid. Goddamn you are both stubborn as hell.” Harrison deadpanned, interrupting your moment as he appeared next to you, arms crossed over his chest, grinning.

“Fuck off Harrison,” You both yelled habitually as you pulled away, and Tom’s fingers curled around yours, linking your hands.

“And that’s the thanks I get? Charming.” Harrison grumbled, but you could see the smile he was trying to hide as he turned to leave the night club.

As Tom made to follow his friend, your linked hands stretched, stopping him as you stepped closer to him, gazing up into those gorgeous chocolate eyes.

“You look like shit,” You smirked, softly caressing the cut above his eyebrow with your thumb, “But you look better with me.”

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nomolosk · 5 years ago

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Snapshots (AU Yeah August 2020)

read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25655623/chapters/62283055

Day 10- Reverse Crush

Mayura jumped and flipped over rooftops which were entirely unfamiliar. Not for the first time, she wished she could borrow Chat Noir’s endlessly telescoping baton. She had a suspicion that Paris was now one enormous University campus, with all the buildings morphed into classrooms, cafeterias, dormitories, and parking garages. There would also be maintenance buildings and administrative offices, and the police force had probably simply morphed into campus security. The point was, she wondered how different it would look from above.

She could still see the Eiffel Tower in the distance, so at least one famous landmark was still present- after all, everyone currently thought they were either going to school in Paris, or working for a university in Paris, and no doubt that idea needed reinforcing the longer this went on. She wasn’t sure how long Universal could keep up a single alternate reality. Did it depend on her stamina, like it had with Animan? Or did it depend on how well people accepted the new reality? Surely there would be a few each time for whom the shift was too stark, too different from their normal life. Perhaps if enough people began to question it, it would shatter again.

Or perhaps it simply depended on when Universal herself got bored. She’d shifted between several different universes by now, and hadn’t seemed to spend much time with any of them. Perhaps they were not so compelling once she made it reality. Mayura frankly found it all annoying. Hawkmoth didn’t usually create akumas with powers to affect reality itself, and now that she was experiencing it first hand, she was beginning to have doubts about using the Wish, even if it would save Emilie.

But currently she was trying to keep herself oriented, while also visible enough to draw out the heroes. She would obviously need to find her way back to the administrative office where she currently worked after the battle.

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Adrien Agreste beamed at the pretty design student who had actually succeeded in sending Lila off without a scene for once.

“What’s your name?” he asked earnestly. She blinked in surprise.

“Uh, M-Marinette,” she stuttered slightly. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

He grabbed her hand and kissed it, watching her flush adorably.

“Thank you,” he continued. “It’s nice to know the name of the woman I’m going to marry.”

She laughed and he caught the nervous note to it. “Well, thank you for the compliment, but it’s really not that big of a deal. I knew someone like her back in college and lycee, so I’ve got some experience in dealing with it.”

Adrien’s interest was genuinely piqued. “Oh yeah? I actually had to go to school with Lila, and that was an experience I really wish had ended with graduation. Not only do I still have to model with her sometimes, now she’s followed me to University.”

“That sucks,” Marinette said. Then her face flamed again. “I’m so sorry, by the way! You must get girls doing this all the time, and I didn’t- I mean, I kind of implied that you and I are together, but it was just to get her to back off, you know? I didn’t- I don’t want to force you into a relationship,” she finished with a soft, sweet smile. “You should be able to make your own choices.”

Adrien could have sworn his heart literally melted at that moment. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, there was a little voice reminding him of the existence of Ladybug, but she’d suddenly become a lot less important to his personal happiness. She was a great partner, but… well, perhaps that was all she’d ever be. And he was… okay with that. More than okay! After all, without the guilt of harboring feelings for his unattainable partner, he could pursue sweet, feisty, wonderful Marinette instead.

“About that… actually, would you mind having lunch with me? I’d really like to get to know you better,” he said, trying for a balance between his usual Chat Noir flair and his model reserve. When he saw her hesitate, he quickly added, “Anyone who can handle Lila like that would be a great friend to have!”

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Marinette hesitated. She didn’t really know why, but as hot as this boy was, he was still freakin’ Adrien Agreste! She couldn’t go around dating the son of the Dean, not when she was a design student herself! Besides, she couldn’t get that kiss between her future self and future Chat Noir out of her mind. It had been so simple, so loving… so full of trust and tenderness, even for as quick as it had been. And she wanted that. Something had changed, and she could admit that to herself now- perhaps for the first time.

It had been so long since Chat Blanc… perhaps the danger was over, the peculiar circumstances that had allowed or caused that future no longer existed, surely. She could finally stop fighting herself and allow herself to fall for her partner. Right?

“Um, well, I guess,” she finally said. “Sure! That’d be nice.”

She saw the look of adoration on Adrien’s face and convinced herself that he was a model and used to looking adoringly at women. He probably didn’t mean anything by it, like that over the top exclamation about marrying her a few moments ago. He couldn’t really mean it, they hardly knew each other! And besides, it was probably just an exaggerated way of showing his appreciation.

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Adrien could have danced on air. “Great! So, how about that new place that just opened up-”

The akuma alert suddenly went off on both their phones and his heart sank like a stone. Here he was, finally getting somewhere with the girl of his dreams, and stupid Hawkmoth had to interfere.

He cursed, already scanning the area for the best route to a place where he could transform. “I’m really sorry, Marinette. I… have to go.”

“Oh, that’s fine!” she reassured him, “I, um, I get really nervous during these things, so… I’m just gonna go this way. See you!”

She was already hurrying off, and Adrien was halfway to his own exit before he remembered that, like an idiot, he forgot to get her phone number. Well, at least now he knew her name.

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Marinette checked the LadyBlog on her way to a place where she could transform. Alya had posted a video someone had taken of Mayura jumping from rooftop to rooftop, with the disclaimer that no one had yet seen an akuma, but the presence of the villainess could indicate that there was one out there somewhere, or would be soon.

“Alright Tikki,” Marinette said, stopping in a secluded area of campus and opening her purse. “Any more hints as to what’s going on? First you were sure something was up last night, and now Mayura is hopping around rooftops all by herself. Any ideas?”

Lately, Marinette had taken to consulting with Tikki before transforming, unless the akuma in question seemed really straightforward. Ever since she and Chat had cleared the threshold of maturity needed to use their powers more than once a battle, the akumas had gotten more devious and harder to beat.

“I’m beginning to get an inkling, Marinette,” Tikki said encouragingly. “You know how I’m the kwami of creation?”

Marinette nodded.

“Well, there’s something in the air that reminds me of what creation feels like.”

“Something in the air? Like, the physical air, or are you using a metaphor for the feel of a place, like a vibe?”

“I don’t know what a vibe is-”

“It’s like a feeling you get sometimes, from people or places. You have an instinct about them, and it can be either bad or good. I remember feeling really good about Alya when I first met her- she gave off good vibes. And we’ve been best friends ever since! Does that makes sense?”

“Yes it does! Thank you, Marinette! And yes, a ‘vibe’ is exactly what I’m talking about. Although,” Tikki paused, putting a nub up to her chin, “I supposed it could also be in the physical air. Creation can leave things behind, you know. And if this is coming from an akuma, it might well be connected to the physical air.”

“That would be a new direction for Hawkmoth,” Marinette mused. “His akumas have been getting a lot harder to beat lately, but the only time I can remember him going so subtle was with Sabrina that one time, and then the time he was Scarlet Moth and had that whole secondary attack planned that took us by surprise.”

Tikki shrugged. “Well, this definitely feels like creation magic to me, Marinette. You should be careful! And try to make sure you don’t forget anything important. You know akumas can affect memories sometimes.”

Marinette sighed at that rather useless bit of advice. How she was supposed to guard against forgetting things when they were dealing with an akuma that shared Tikki’s power and could possibly affect memory?

“Alright, Tikki. I’ll try to be careful and not forget anything, and I’ll make sure to warn Chat as well. Are you ready to transform?”

“Go for it!”

Marinette spoke the words, and shortly thereafter Ladybug was swinging away over the familiar rooftops of the great University of Paris.

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Chat Noir was annoyed. He’d rushed away from Marinette for no reason apparently- there was no sign of an akuma anywhere, and while Mayura had triggered the alert, she was nowhere to be found either. He moved swiftly and quietly, trying not to draw attention to himself, but he couldn’t find her. A few minutes after he decided it had been nothing more than a feint or a distraction, Ladybug showed up, swinging up to his current rooftop.

“H-hey Chat,” she said, her tone oddly breathless. She started to walk over to his vantage point and tripped over thin air, recovering quickly, but still blushing in embarrassment. A few years ago this greeting would have had Chat over the moon with the possibility she was finally falling for him, but now…

“You okay there, Bug?” he asked. “Getting enough sleep? I know you said your schedule was pretty packed this semester.”

Ladybug smiled widely. “Sure! I’m slapping- sleeping! Fine. Just fine.”

Chat raised both eyebrows, but looked back out at the campus. Then he noticed it- it was slow, but inexorable.

“Ladybug,” he breathed. “Look!”

Ladybug joined him at the edge of the roof and together they watched as a circle of change spread slowly across the campus, leaving other buildings and streets in it’s wake.

“Chat, take us up,” Ladybug said, and this time there was nothing in her tone but command.

Without hesitation, Chat grabbed her around the waist and extended his baton with them at the top until they were in danger of being hit by low flying aircraft. They watched as the change engulfed the city and… there was something familiar about it.

“This has happened before, hasn’t it?” Ladybug murmured.

“I think so,” Chat said.

Ladybug let out a shaky breath. “Do you remember it?”

“No,” Chat admitted. “But I think… I think I’ve noticed it before. And then forgot.”

“Me, too. Tikki says she can feel something like the power of Creation in the air,” Ladybug said. Her arm around his shoulder tightened, as she got her yo-yo out again. She opened it to map-mode and Chat could see the spreading change on it as well, the magic of their miraculous somehow picking up that of another. She quickly tapped a few commands, and the screen zoomed out until there was a flashing dot in what could be the center of the circle. “That’s where it started,” Ladybug said.

“I don’t think we can get there before we forget again,” Chat said, feeling hollow.

“Maybe,” Ladybug replied, and he took heart at the strength of her voice. “But I’ve got the location saved in the yo-yo now, so even if we forget what we’re doing right now, we’ll have a clue. I frankly doubt the akuma will stick around to be found like that, but it will at least give us a starting point, right?”

“Right.”

The circle of change had reached where they would be if they were still on the roofs now, and Chat braced himself for… something. Ladybug tensed, too. When nothing happened for a few seconds, he started to relax… only to feel the change wash over him a breath later.

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alitheamateur · 6 years ago

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The Grind-Chapter 21

Warnings: Angst. Language. Mentions of actions related to a sexual nature.

A/N: Since I punished you all with that painfully short chapter yesterday, I felt it only right not to make you wait for this load of story. Buckle down kids, this is a lengthy bit!

The tense way our bodies snuggled to each other as we traveled now down a quieter four lane highway, was an immensely warm consummation I had grown addictively accustom to. Occasionally, he’d drop one hand from steering the bike to pet over my arms clutched to his waist, stroking a thumb to the skin he found there. I smiled in secret at the chills that arose at his feverish, yet boyish touch, knowing he was smiling himself at the reaction his contact triggered. The greenery and much clearer air, free of the industrial, city smog, painted a storybook picturesque view of rural Pittsburgh. Where in the blazes could he be dragging me? Not saying the lushness of the apparent countryside didn’t lull me into a satisfactory coma of contentment at the slight similarities I found of Westfield.

I saw his wrist twitch letting off the accelerator, and our speed decreased turning near a lot with a simple painted sign reading “Duquesne Inlcine.” The location seemed maybe vaguely familiar, like I’d heard it mentioned in a passing conversation sometime or another, but I couldn’t say I was properly acquainted. The vast variety of parking was well, strangely a ghost town. The weather was sheer sunshine perfection, it was the weekend, so where were all the people? He pulled off his helmet, revealing the heat of the sun that had been trapped around his head causing his locks to appear spritzed with sweat, and a whimper of surprise at his exterior escaped me. Was I ever going to grow suitably acclimated with just how gloriously handsome he was in entirety? Judging by the current timeline of events, he would only grow more attractive with age, and I would become even more vulnerable to his refined features. Time was on his side, and only a mere year or so had passed since I’d seen him up close. Only now, that particular day, his eyes weren’t nearly as bright with blue, and their usual glint absent when I looked deeper. Was he... nervous?

“Bet no one has drug you up here since you moved?” He shook my ears to attention.

“You’ve got me there. Where, where are we exacty?” I returned his question with one of my own, pulling off the helmet. Silently praying my hair wasn’t as out of place as the ones his head. Messy, tangled bedhead wasn’t a look that suited me as it did him. Why are you staring, Liv. You’ve seen the man naked and you’re shook up by some disheveled hair? Get laid, you pathetic hag.

“Ya’ gonna love it, Livvy,” his accent making me smile serenely. It appeared to thicken under three particular emotions: excitement, anger, and.. arousal. Three emotions that the brash drawl worked with ever so dangerously perfect.

“Colt, hey, uhm, where is everyone though? Like where is anybody actually?” He only let go of my hand to graciously hold a door open before returning the smile to a young man behind a counter in the lobby. He was younger than Colton and myself, only by a few years, and had a build similar, however much less intimidating to my date for the day.

“Allen, how are ya, you little shit?” Colton’s hand was settled around my waist squeezing lightly over my hip as he addressed the kind leer of this Allan character standing at a register. They shook hands briefly, and I felt oddly like an intruding bystander gawking about while the two men exchanged hellos.

“I’m not doing too bad, Ritter. Not as good as you clearly, beating all those asses in the cage these days.” He complimented in a congratulatory, yet envious voice.

“Don’t even start, bro. You been doin’ damn good for yourself, I ain’t blind.” Colt argued. “Hey, this is Liv, by the way, Al,” he winked at me with is introduction.

“Very nice to meet you, Allen. Clearly you guys know each other?” I giggled gesturing a handshake over the counter to his accepting palm, still utterly clueless to what we were indeed doing here.

“Yeah, babe. Allen’s a fighter too, I busted him a couple times when we were first starting out.” I saw him side eye towards his friend gauging a reaction to his snide comments. “His his family runs the place here, so I called in a favor with an old friend to bring ya’ here.”

“Smug bigshot here rented the place out for you, Liv. What the hell do ya’ have on ‘em?” Allen burst out quickly, then lost his smile once realizing that little detail may have been intended to remain a secret.

I lifted a hand to tug at Colton, my eyes yielding a flood of gratitude, confusion, flattery, reserve at how much this ordeal had to have cost him, and scolding him for going to such unnecessary, yet deeply appreciated lengths.

“Let’s go, babe. C’mon I wanna show you what were doin.” His own hand outreached to touch my reddening cheek with his battered knuckles.

I followed to a windowpane, gazing out to discover a machine resembling some sort of cable car, tucked carefully into the tree sprinkled hillside. Then, farther left, trailing down the funicular built to carry the car, the wide spans of what seemed to be the entire south side of Pittsburgh was nestled comfortably inside the bosom of the Ohio River. My cheerful face began to hurt from the extended upturning of my expression. Hot rays of the sun were gleaming reflections off the rippling water, whose color closely resembled the one in the eyes I felt staring at me from the back.

“OK, it’s ridiculously beautiful up here, Colton. God!”

“You like it, do ya’? Just wait till you see it all from the trolley. Dad used to bring me here every year for the 4th of July so we could see all the fireworks around the city.” He nodded to his right, indicating we take our places so he could show me the view he so apparently loves of his city.

The motor operated car doors slid open in unison reveling a wicker basket placed alone in the center of the empty box lined with seats. The lid of the picnic basket closed, displaying a ribbon tied bundle of pink peonies, of course. This batch however more conservative than the hefty dozens from my birthday. He thankfully read my mind, carefully stepping up behind to take me into his warm embrace, resting his prominent chin on the shoulder next to my ear.

“Whaddya think, Livvy?” His hot question shivered down my neck. Literally hot, his own breaths nearly incinerated my eardrum like some sort of well-trained dragon. The pattering of his pumping heart in the middle of my back was like the unsung lullaby I never knew I needed. I almost internally feel the cadence of my own heart catch up to sync with Colton’s.

Kiss him. Now. RIGHT NOW. Who needs pride anyway?

I loved and feared all the same the effect he had on me always. A new emotion enraptured me every time he was near, each more overwhelming than the last, and I felt him willing me to lose control. But, the pangs of heartbreak seized a friendly reminder when I felt I’d give in to those wet, desirable lips, and I held off. For now.

“You did.. ok, I guess,” I shrugged fighting to remain stern, stifling a smile behind cherry flavored lips.

“Damn, tough crowd. Ya’ little critic.” The man huffed out with an exaggerated roll of his smiling eyes. “Well, it worked for all those other girls I brought up here….”

Counter, Colton Ritter. Two could play those games, seemingly.

I threw a rear jab with my elbow to his still closely pressed abdomen, choking a goofy giggle of pain, and pleasure. He loves any fiery reaction he suck out of me.

“Easy there, slugger. I’m kiddin’. You know that!” He defended lowly. “Besides, you know there’s only one particular green-eyed girl I have eyes for.”

My God. Usually, that sickeningly, derivative come on would’ve sent me gagging a mile in the opposite direction, running for the hills around me. But, things I normally viewed as stupid, and cheesy, and even.. unintelligent coming from most, made me feel so utterly warm with affection coming from him. I think it’s because I know when they come from his particular mouth, they’re genuine. He doesn’t have a plethora of douchebag pick-up lines tucked away in the rolodex of his mind. He’s never needed it. Girls crumbled at his very feet, which was much, MUCH to my dismay. I can’t recall how many times precisely that I worked myself into a jealous frenzy over some harlot trouncing her perky bust brazenly under his nose, grasping for one lingering look from him.

“So, what’s for lunch then? My breakfast is wearing off.” I inquired as I slowly walked around the empty car, mentally tucking away snapshots of this utterly astounding view resembling something from a post card.

We ate quietly seated next to each other towards the front of the car, the Pittsburgh skyline painting a backdrop of pure beauty. Colton had kept it simple with his picnic basket, stuffing it with fresh fruits, some light sandwiches, and much to my satisfaction, a stockpile of my favorite truffles from the bakery neighboring The Grind. He had the memory of an elephant.

When he had pulled out the stashed box of dark chocolates from the bottom of the basket, he giggled with a shaken head at the child-like gasps and eager hand claps from me, instantly recognizing the golden, polka dot box. I still wanted to kiss him. Deeply, kiss him. The desire to do so hadn’t subsided a single inkling since his arrival to retrieve me. Matter of fact, it probably tripled. And the unintentional, habitual way he always licked that perfect pink lower lip of his after pulling it between his top row of teeth was only persecuting me all the more. I want to bite that lip. Let me! let me do it!

“Thank you, Livvy babe.” He chimed randomly, shocking me from the salacious thoughts of him that were currently running on an endless loop in my head.

“For what, exactly?” Tucking the third truffe shamelessly in my mouth. “I should be the one thanking you. For all this..”

“Thank you for agreeing to come with me today. Ya’ didn’t have to, and honestly I didn’t fuckin’ deserve it.” His head dropped and his hand went to the back of his head, a worrisome practice of his own, I’d noticed.

I couldn’t bare the weighted sadness shown over his tightly drawn in mouth. A year ago, maybe. Maybe it would’ve felt like a sweet reward of revenge, after the hasty, crushing things he said to me. But now, it was like a bullet wound festering through my belly. Why couldn’t he see what I see in him? Yes, he is violent. Yes, he’s very much possessive and crude, and sometimes demented with anger, but he’s much more. I see his kindness, the genuinely raw way that he’s so ferociously protective over those he cares for. Colton is intelligent, he’s fearless, he’s the most brutally dedicated man to his career. Maybe all too much. He was extremely gentle sometimes, too. So innocently, childishly so. Physically, and verbally as well, if the particular moment called for him to be so.

The other hand, he was darkly passionate, almost fearfully passionate at times, actually. And I do love those passionate moments. Damn it. But surely. Surely if he didn’t see all those interior, loveable characteristics I recognized, he had to know he was beautiful. He was a human being with color changing, blue/gray/green eyes, for goodness sake. He was picturesque sex, truly. The way he carried his shifty, built shoulders, and the way he always slid his hands in his pockets when he walked. Agonizingly accentuating his ink plastered biceps, the biceps that could probably crush steel beams in the company of Superman himself.

I took his hand, succumbing to my screaming desire to do so. “Colt, don’t. How long are you going to beat yourself up over it? I’ve forgiven you, okay? I have.”

“I’ll quit beatin’ myself up when everything is back to the way it fuckin’ should be!” He was growing frustrated internally the more we dwelt on the topic. “It shoulda never ended to begin with.” I felt his grip on my hand becoming tighter along with the tension of his jaws now. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, but it seemed his was molding his own hand to mine, afraid I would somehow vanish if he let go.

“Then.. why did it? Why’d you do it, Colton. YOU made that choice. Why?....”

He took a large, hesitated deep breath, like he was trying to inhale some imaginary courage floating through the air.

“For starters, I’m a brainless, ignorant twat, with shit for brains. And, it was the loss, Liv. I’m ashamed to say that I was blaming you for it. Or, I tried to blame you at least. I couldn’t man up and admit that Danny was just… better than me. I had to find some concrete excuse to caudle my pathetic fuckin’ ego.”

“That’s not fair, and you know it. I never pulled you away from your training, Colt. I would’ve liked to, yeah. But I wasn’t about to get in your way. I knew what the fight meant to you,” my voice was accidentally defensive.

“And I know that now. Hell, I knew it then, baby. I was just.. I don’t know.. God, Liv. I was just so in love with you. You made me mental, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I felt like I was losin’ control of myself.” His eyes said he wanted to touch my cheek, or kiss my forehead. I didn’t know what exactly, but it was clear the hand holding wasn’t dispersing his hunger for something.

“It was scary, babe. I understand that more than anyone else, Colton. The things you made me feel took the wind right out of me. Our love was a continual high, ya’ know? I’d be lying through my teeth if I tried to deny I don’t still feel that with you.” scooting closer to his tense body, I felt that sensation of heat radiate onto my clammy skin making me shudder.

“I wanted to come to you so many times. I wanted to crawl to your damn doorstep and grovel, babe. I would’ve, too. Pride aside, if I thought it woulda made a difference. But, the shit I said to you, Livvy? I knew you hated my guts, and I couldn’t take the idea of havin’ the door slammed in my fuckin’ face.”

“And what about now, hm? Is that groveling bit still on the table or?” I winked, taking a note from his book, using one of his favorite forms of defense.

“Say the word and I’ll drop to my knees, gorgeous.”

Could he hear my panting? Was I panting aloud right now? I didn’t let my hungry stare falter, never unlocking the heated eye contact. Please kiss me, God. I can’t take it anymore! Take my mouth right now.

I could sense my brows knitting as my mind shouted soundless pleas. I wouldn’t have the nerve to make the first move and seek out his kiss, would I? Plus, I needed him to cave first since it seemed he always had me at a seeming disadvantage. He needed to break first. Even the score, if you will.

“Tempting offer, Mr. Ritter. I think I might very much enjoy the site of you on your knees.”

WHAT THE HELL, LIV ELLIOTT? Who are you? Did that just come out of your modest mouth. You deviant.

He loosened the twining of our fingers, only to drop it to the inside of my bare thigh. His touch. There. Oh, we like that spot, yes. The next bold move left his mouth meeting mine in an unhurried, calculated fashion. The breezy grazes of his lips felt like the soft flutters of a butterfly’s wings. At first, he was frozen there, a warm, handsome statue molding his lips to me. Once he collected I wasn’t going to protest, he began to lick hungrily over the seal of my mouth, letting out a throaty, male growl when I accepted his entrance. One hand remained placed still on my thigh, the other now snaked to rest on my neck, willing me closer to his kiss. Our tongues danced together quite chaotically, the insatiable desire within the exchange was an emotion neither of us could control properly. Oh, and I bit him. Yep, just like the hot swell between the apex of my thighs told me to.

I had the middle of his shirt wrapped around my fist, clenching even tighter when I opened my eyes for a brief second to find his shining back at me. There was something so, erotic about it. He seemed to be committing the exchange to his memory. I’d never been kissed while glaring open-eyed in my partners watchful pupils, and for a moment I felt I should think it strange. But it was feverishly opposite. It’s incredibly sexy, and debilitating, and I want him to do it more often. Still, I was curious.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” I pulled away, noticing the wrinkled, stretched cotton on his shirt where I was heedfully tugging at him.

“I just can’t believe I have you. I can’t fuckin’ believe this is happenin’. I missed you, Liv. I really, really did.”

Sensory overload. In every manner of the phrase. He smelled of a pungent musk, like trees and sweat. Sweaty trees? The inside of his mouth was coated in the juices from the fresh pineapple he’d eaten with lunch, and it tingled when I swallowed it down. Oh, and strawberries too, maybe? Yes, definitely some strawberry. His lips were sleek like the most elaborate silks, and wet too, making them stick to mine ever so slightly when we parted. My heart, and the sensitive place between my legs fought to steal the stimulation from the other, and I still can’t tell you where the victory laid. How was that possible though? How did a man stimulate the emotions of the heart, and the sexual tension of my sex at the very same instant? Just from a kiss, mind you. I wanted to shed tears of unadulterated bliss, and mount the length between his legs in at same time, in unison.

“Colt, you know I missed you. It goes without saying. How do you just, sweep me back in like that?” I laughed, but it was a rippling clandestine of wonderment I genuinely wanted solved. I needed a concrete, logical, palatable explanation.

“Because you never left me, baby. Not really, y’ know?”

I did know, and apparently he had known it too, contrary to hiding away from him in my little corner of the city.

“You were gone, but I know you felt what I’ve felt over the last year. I know you had to wake up fuckin’ hysterical in the middle of the night because you dreamt about me, Liv.”

I had done exactly that. At least 10 times, I’m not sure though. I lost count. The heartbreak was ineffable and haunting. Why had we tortured ourselves living life without the other? Pride? Fear? Did he feel like he deserved some sort of punishment for hurting me? Hurting us? I wanted to talk now. It was my turn to chime in, to toss my hat in the ring. But, he just kept going. I opened my mouth to interject, and he’d cut me off.

“I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you, sweetheart. I’ve never needed anything but myself, and to hell with everythin’ else. But with you… fuck. I hate my life when you ain’t in it. And it’s all just fast, and it happened so soon too, y’ know. But, I’m so sick in love with you, Elliott.”

How can he make the work ‘fuck’ fit into any sentence like it was just a casual, common word in the English language like ‘hello’ or ‘blanket’? We should have a chat with him about his etiquette soon. Or should we? We might like that word.. Especially in the bedroom.

“Can I talk now, handsome? Care if I get a few words in?” I smiled and buttoned the tip of his nose. His perfect, straight nose. How did it seem to still be in tact? He literally got punched in the face for a living? Thank you, God for keeping that incredible face unscathed.

He heaved a sigh, like the words he’d spat out had drained him in some way. And they may very well have! This is the most he’s spoken since.. well… ever.

“Sorry, baby. Yeah, you go now.”

“I love you.”

He was obviously confused when only 3, one-syllable words came out of my mouth. His head tilted wearily to the left like a curious dog, and a haze passed through his eyes, but no words.

The sun had fallen lower now, some lights began to flicker down below us in the city as we rode the car continuously down, ad back up the track. Even though we had drawn close to the water likely a hundred times now, I still felt giddy each time we reached near the edge of shore.

“That’s all I know, and that’s all the matters, Colt. I love you, and I don’t want to be without you.”

I wasn’t this person. I had always been the type to be entirely exasperated at people who said things as such, I found it unrealistic and dramatic, yet there I was. Confessing I was lost without him next to me, and I wasn’t sure how I lived before he came into the picture. Maybe I hadn’t. Not really lived. “What you did to me was cruel, and I didn’t deserve it. But I know you see that now. You made a mistake and like I said before, I forgive you.”

I was half expecting more talking since he seemed to be on such a wordy roll today. Instead, he used his lips this time. His hands. His eyes. But no confrontations. He’d used up his word limit for the day. I felt my head rush backwards at the attack he made on my lips. It was carnal. He breaths hitched from his nostrils. Breaths he seemed to be sucking from the pair of lungs inside my body. I was blindsided completely, and relishing in the upper hand he always had on me. The inside of his mouth was warm like the rest of his thick body. His hand was cupping between my legs now. In one faultlessly executed motion I was straddling his lap, clawing at the back of his neck, and I felt bare hands slide underneath my shorts now gripping on the curve of my behind lewdly. Am I about to orgasm just from the friction of his jeans?

“My God, Livvy. You smell so good, baby. I fuckin’ love that smell.” He mouthed with his lips still partially connected with mine.

The smell was his favorite perfume. He would lift the bottle off my vanity when I was doing my hair at the mirror, smell the top after popping off the lid, then generously spray it in the crook of both sides of my neck.

I felt almost sea sick with lust for him. Between the constant motion of the tram, the rolling of my hips in his lap, his hot exhales into my ears as he muttered into them. I was entirely rapt. The thin lace of a cupless bra I wore beneath my outfit had painted a high definition display of the pert buds of my breast, making it irresistible for the man not to gently tug between a hard-skinned index finger and thumb, imbibing a breathy squeak of his name from my throat. Let myself crumble hastily to the desirous high, and let him take me on the floor of this glassy box for all the world below us to see? I’d have a very long, very disagreeable chat with myself about it later, but I couldn’t fall into that, sex, with him just yet. Although the raunchy idea of my bare flesh being trapped between his hearty torso and the cool glass windows here was mind-blowingly riveting. A little self-control was healthy, whether I internally agreed or not. However, that very scenario would be added to the growing list of X-rated fantasies involving Colton Ritter.

“O-okay, okay, Colton. Wow, hold-hold on.” I pulled away from his burning kiss, placing hand over my now seemingly chapped lips from the friction of his beard, and noticed a faint rash down my neck, leading down to my cleavage where he had suckled and scraped, and bit my tanned skin during the exchange. “As much as I don’t want to, trust me. We should pump the breaks here for a sec.”

He was stroking both opened fists across the small of my back, like you would do to soothe an upset newborn. A much lighter contrast to the way he was just pawing me like a ravenous predator.

“Shit,” he said in a barely there, seemingly embarrassed whisper. “I’m sorry, baby. I got outta control…” He wouldn’t let me see his eyes then.

“Woah!” I eagerly replied. “I wasn’t looking for an apology, Colt! I wanted that every bit as much as you.”

The electric, waterproof acquaintance that lived in my night-stand had almost run it’s race, and I needed this living, breathing, very stimulating man in front of me. Soon. ASAP. “But, I just think we should hold out, ya’ know. We need to work up to that a little.”

He was nodding in agreement now. What I believed to be honest agreeance, and not him trying to pacify me with what I wanted to hear.

“I get it, 2-1. As painfully fuckin’ irresistible as you are right now, I do get it. Him? I think he may have a little harder time acceptin’ though.” He shifted slightly upward reintroducing me to his still solid length underneath where I bestrode him, and smiled the most hellacious, satisfied grin I’d ever seen. The one he knew lit my every internal flame and sent me reeling with desire. “But the longer we wait, baby….” The sentence was left unfinished of actual words, but the drawn out moaning hum he gave, punctuated the thought exactly how he intended it to.

The lack of a touch from each there over the four hundred something days had been unrelenting, but once the ache settled a bit, it became manageable. However, now, with the blistering¸ very fresh reminder of just how pleasing and breathtaking the feel of our bodies felt when joined together, I was certain I would come undone. Sooner than later.

I squeezed over the muscle of his arms and gave him a look of warning at his crude comments. I had come to terms with the fact he was simply a sexual person. Sex was something he wasn’t ashamed to discuss, and it was something he verbally admitted his enjoyment for. I’d worry about developing the thick skin to deal with that tidbit at another time.

“You’re like a horny 15 year-old boy, Ritter.” I chortled with a blush.”

“That’s all your fault though. I can’t help it my girl is a so damn sexy.” Colton retorted with his thumb grazing the corner of my wrinkled eyes.

I wanted to ask him to paint a picture of me then. What did he see when he looked? Really looked. Physically, I mean. Sure, the new muscles from my training were settling in nicely, but otherwise, I was so… just so typical. Green eyes, small in stature, and an average dirty blonde head of mostly unruly hair. I couldn’t even stand next to the beauty of a woman that society would deem suitable for him. I blended in like camouflage amongst a crowd of women, but evidently looking from the point of view of one Colton Michael Thomas Ritter, things were much different.

I wanted more. Needed it, actually. Whatever detail he hadn’t shared with me yet, I’d find a way to pull it from him. I was all in, indeed.

After lingering for an hour or so more, tucked away above the hustle of summertime in the city, and dropping for a quick to-go cup at The Grind, we journeyed back to my place. Andrew had given silent eyes of gleaming approval when he saw the two of us enter the shop, fingers interlocked securely, and I exhaled in relief briefly. But, a tightness quickly drew back into my shoulders once Tia’s very disapproving, fuming blue pools fluttered through my thoughts. I’d have to settle things before somehow our reuniting made it back to her. Soon. But for now, for the night, I just wanted to selfishly bask in him. In us. Our long, cold nights apart now only a painful recollection that I never wanted to think of again, nor experience.

Now, in the mostly silent concrete parking lot of my home, standing settled between his opened legs still seated sideways on his bike, I never wanted to move. Crickets sang harmoniously as we lingered in a warm hug, and the flickering street light playing as spotlight. Several moments passed without words. Awkward silence to most, but a fulfilling moment of sensual security to us. The feel of his hand caressing the small of my back right below the twin dotted indentions about my firm backside, gently rubbing left to right, and sporadic kisses touching where my neck curved into my shoulder. I closed my eyes to think of those indulgent, teasing kisses along the ticklish hump of my ribcage, then across my pelvis to meet each protruding hipbone punctuated with a wicked nip of his teeth, and I felt a sweat arise in the crease of my breasts at the idea.

“Come upstairs,” a throaty demand wafted over my lips before I could practice any tact.

He instantly halted all movements seeking the truth behind my eyes. And I noticed a flash of seemingly confusion, mixed with hopefulness.

“What?”

“Come inside with me. Spend the night…” I proposed, fully aware of what I was offering to the very hungry man draped around my waist.

I kissed him fervently, and journeyed a wandering hand to his member standing half staffed, eliciting a groan of liking from his gaping mouth. His legs tightened around me, and his fingers crawled up to wrap his grip around my tousled braid.

“Liv, baby… baby, c’mon. Hold on…hold..” A tangled string of efforted protests met my eardrums, but his hands continued to nearly squeeze right through my flesh. Then finally, he sought out below to halt the erotic massage I was giving through the confines of his now growing jeans. “Stop, baby. Okay? Talk to me for a second.”

I felt my eyes expand when he had actually stopped my bold foreplay. Was he turning me down? “You don’t actually want to leave? Do you?” I probed.

“Hold up right there, Livvy. Don’t give me those puppy eyes,” he scolded shakily. “I know what you’re thinkin’, and you are so, so damn far off.”

I wasn’t thinking he didn’t want me. Not really, anyway. But I kept silent, wondering sincerely his reasons for declining my bed for the night.

“As bad as I want to throw you over my shoulder right this minute, and take you upstairs to see whatever sexy little lace number you’ve got on under these clothes, then fuckin’ tear it off your ass, I just think we should cool it. For tonight.” He confessed earnestly.

I was truly even furthermore enamored with him after that. He read my actions didn’t really wield my exact feelings, no matter how persistent my advances on his crotch may have been, and he resisted nobly. But, his desires shined through the ocean blue of his eyes.

“We’ve got plenty of sleepless nights ahead of us, gorgeous. I promise you that.” Colton said with a dark intonation behind his words. I believed that promise too, no hesitancy, and I looked forward to all the lost time he planned to make up for, knowing he’d execute every encounter flawlessly.

“I’ll be sure to get my rest tonight then.” I purred into his mouth before I snaked a tongue inside.

“Oh, I’d highly advise that. I prefer you well rested. And besides, I can’t have any girlfriend of mine walkin’ around with bags unda’ her eyes.” He smacked me on the tail end.

“Girlfriend?”

“Hell yes, girlfriend. You ain’t gettin’ rid of me now.”

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dracosollicitus · 6 years ago

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sequels and follow-ups

Hey friends! Now that Damerey December is over, I’d like to see if anyone wanted a follow-up or a sequel (or even a check-in, headcanon ramble) for any of the 23 fics.

I’ll list them below (most will be under a read more), and go ahead and let me know which you’d be most interested in seeing more of/which were your favorites.

(Note: The ones I already have plans for a sequel for will have *** next to them)

There’ll Be Parties for Hosting Rated G

After a disastrous year of working together, Poe Dameron and Rey Smith are sworn enemies; when their boss, Leia Organa, requests that they co-plan the office Christmas party, they try to put their differences aside to make the holidays bright for everyone else.

Hearts Will Be Glowing Rated G

Finn Storm waits until the day of their Christmas party to let Poe Dameron know that he purposefully rigged the Secret Santa Exchange this year so that Poe would get Rey Kenobi.

(And maybe that's because Finn's a little tired of his best friend pining after his other best friend, and wants to speed things up a little)

You Spin Me Right Round Rated G

Poe Dameron does not have high expectations when his friend drags him to the JCC for a dreidel competition - but, as luck would have it, he sits down next to the prettiest girl he's ever seen. Maybe Singles Night isn't the worst thing ever.

Rey Kenobi and the Happy Christmas Rated T ***

Six months after she graduates from Hogwarts, Rey Kenobi celebrates the holidays with Obi-Wan and Kes Dameron. While she's unsure if her boyfriend will be able to make the festivities, she finds herself surrounded by love on Christmas Eve.

You’re the Gift (That’s Made All of My Dreams Come True) Rated G

Poe Dameron volunteers to keep watch over Central Command while the rest of the Resistance celebrates Life Day.

His boring night becomes a bit more interesting when the resident Jedi decides to hang out with him.

But If You Really Hold Me Tight (All The Way Home I’ll Be Warm) Rated T ***

Rey Smith, a well-trained nurse, does not need any nonsense in her ER on Christmas Eve. Especially if said nonsense arrives in the form of a very handsome, wounded firefighter fresh from saving multiple lives.

The Twelve (Bad Dates) of Christmas Rated M

Regrettably, Rey Kenobi lost a bet to her friend, Jessika.

Now, she has to suffer through twelve terrible dates, right before Christmas. It wouldn't be so bad, if Rey didn't have to come home to her perfect, funny, gorgeous, kind roommate at the end of every failed, disastrous date. This wouldn't be so awful, if she didn't have such a crush on Poe Dameron, who's woefully out of her league, and is there to comfort her and cheer her up when yet another Tinder-bro sticks her with the check after talking about his gains all evening.

There's no way this is going to end well.

One Christmas Party a Year is Enough Rated G

Rey Kenobi has to attend her friend Kaydel's Christmas Party because not to attend would be to admit defeat.

With her awful ex-boyfriend in attendance, Rey doesn't want to face the holiday get-together alone; and, she's out of options for fake romantic interest, as her only male friend, Finn, is well-known by her other circle of friends, as is his girlfriend, Rose.

Luckily, a friendly stranger overhears her plight and offers his services as a fake boyfriend - scratch that. Fake fiancee.

Baby It’s Cold Outside Rated T

While the Resistance is stationed on Hoth, Poe and Rey have a Life Day holoreel marathon in Poe's room when Rose and Finn occupy Rey's bunk.

They get through a few holos; but when the power goes out, and the heat goes down, Rey and Poe might have to get a little ... closer than anticipated.

Couldn’t Help But Notice Rated G

When Poe looks out his window on a snowy afternoon, he's surprised to see a girl outside, trying to make a snowman.

And that wouldn't be that surprising, except she's wearing a t shirt. And leggings. In the snow.

He's out the door before his dad can ask him what he's doing. (High School AU)

Dear Stranger Rated G

Poe and Rey sign up for a postcard exchange around the holidays; they never could have imagined that an actual friendship (and maybe something more) would have come from it.

But as Long as You Love Me So Rated G

After a break up that came seemingly out of the blue, Poe Dameron agrees to attend Christmas Eve dinner with his ex-girlfriend, so Rey doesn't have to explain to her parents that they're no longer a couple.

What could go wrong?

You Will Get a Sentimental Feeling When You Hear Rated T ***

Finally free of her abusive ex-manager, pop star Rey Niima is starting a new stage of her career by launching a national tour during the holiday season. While loneliness and isolation have been her constant companions since being thrust in the spotlight at a young age, she encounters a small child in Chicago who just might change her fate.

Sugar Plum Rated E

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring - Except for Poe Dameron, who was both infuriating and amusing his long-suffering wife.

(A little snapshot of post-Sugar Sugar married life)

The Sunshine of My Life Rated G

With Poe home at last, Rey witnesses a special moment between father and daughter.

Oh, Darling (It’s You I’m Without)

Rey Skywalker has been writing the same lyrics, over and over again, since she turned 18. Whenever there is a pen in her hand, the words sprawl out onto paper -

Heroes and thieves at my door/I can't seem to tell them apart anymore/And just when I've figured it out/Oh, darling it's you I'm without.

Soulmates are growing more and more uncommon - however, all the soulmate stories she's heard involve each person knowing one half of their shared song. You find your soulmate when you find the person whose half matches yours.

But, Rey can't seem to find the tune to match her words. Clearly something is wrong with her.

Rumor Has It Rated G

On a normal day in December, something causes quite a stir at Alderaan Enterprises -

Assistant Manager Poe Dameron, notorious bachelor, is spotted flirting with a pretty, young accountant named Rey...who happens to wear a wedding ring.

The Nutcracker Pilot Rated G (Still need to finish!)

England, 1917:

Rey Solo celebrates Christmas Eve with her family at Alderaan Abbey, just outside of London. When her beloved godfather and uncle comes to visit, he brings her a peculiar nutcracker, dressed as a pilot.

After her brother harms the nutcracker in a fit of cruelty, Rey fixes the toy as well she can; but, at the stroke of midnight, the Supreme Leader of the wicked Order of Mice attacks, and the truth of her nutcracker pilot is revealed.

A Most Festive Yuletide Rated T

Several months into their arranged marriage, Captain Poe Dameron and his wife celebrate their first Christmas together.

A Dameron on Hoth Rated T

3 ABY and 35 ABY

The Dameron men spend time on Hoth, thirty two years apart.

Hit the Slopes Rated G

After her co-worker abandons her in a time of need, Rey Kenobi finds herself stranded without a clue at the top of Mount Crait - she has half a mind to take off her skis and clobber Ben Solo over the head with them when she gets to the bottom of this stupid mountain.

Luckily, she gets some advice from a handsome stranger.

Maybe skiing isn't the worst thing after all.

A Wish for Poe Dameron Rated G

Poe and Rey talk about wishes and fears on the eve of their final battle with the First Order.

The Greatest Gift Rated G

Rey's best friend is in desperate need of a kidney, and the perfect donor shows up - and then turns out to be perfect in all respects.

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