#I was wondering for ages why they had that lingering shot on the butterfly and though It probably was intended as mu I like the idea

[mulling-over-milgram]

Haruka’s victim / butterflies / my interpretation of haruka’s murder

Inspired by bluuepink07’s amazing yuno post!

https://www.tumblr.com/blueepink07/731734712212668416/i-just-noticed-that-this-part-from-yunos-door?source=share

so before I get into the butterflies I want to establish how I interpret haruka and his victims relationship.

Its almost certain that haruka’s victim was his friend rather then a family member even though prisoners can lie I don’t see a reason to doubt haruka here so I’m concluding that she’s his friend.

I also believe haruka went to see fire works with her and that this mv shows them watching them

haruka talks alot about his weaknesses about not living up to expectations we see this consistently

But haruka implies he wasn’t always seen like this

So at some point something changed haruka got diagnosed? was devolving as fast? Or something else which is probably when the family get the dog. Idk if this is common in real life but it is some what a troop in fiction of getting pets for children how are struggling I think his mother bought it in hopes of it helping him become a “normal child” and we know how it goes from there…

Later he meets his victim and I think she saw how lonely he was and wanted to befriend him or something like that and at first haruka loves the attention

but what I think happened is his mother starts giving her attention.

We already know haruka’s mother wanted a girl and haruka’s friend was probably what she had wanted in a child

He finds it unfair and doesn’t want to lose the love of his mother to his friend and he already knows that killing the dog gave him attention and he probably saw this as some kind of betrayal

so kills her okay know I’v covered the generally accepted stuff now we’re on the same page time to get into this symbolism nonsense!

I think that the dead haruka and the butterfly are both representative of his victim.

I think haruka kills his younger self out of guilt that her life had more value so he should have been the one to die but also he see’s his victim as his replacement , his victim as himself as a child , the version of him when his mother still loved him as the version of himself that could be loved. She is a loveable version of him.

something bluuepink07 pointed out her post was this symbolism around butterflies

This and that butterflies can symbolise wishes this the main reason I think haruka’s friend reached out to him because he was lonely

she grained his wish of not being lonely of being loved as a “weakling” by being his friend but also he thought killing her would grant his wish of being loved by his mother and because he killed her he went to milgram a place where he gets attention she with her death further granted his wish. Butterflies can change , butterflies are beautiful , they can be loved and appreciated but haruka?

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Undercover (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You don't quite understand how you ended up playing the role of Blake's girlfriend, but your heart is too invested in the fantasy

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of homophobia, swearing, mentions of alcohol

You were fucked. It was that simple. There was no other way to put it other than you were completely and utterly fucked.

“Seriously Morgan, why do I have to do it?” you demanded, despite knowing the answer.

“The unsub wants age gap lesbians,” he said, “we’ve already been over this.”

“So send JJ. She’s young and hot and amazing in the field,” you said, wheedling him, “come on, please.”

“Oh no, we’re not doing this. If you can’t handle the heat you shouldn’t be our best undercover agent,” he said.

“You know I can’t do this,” you replied, following him.

“Can’t? Or don’t want to?” He flashed that infuriating grin that always made you want to strangle him.

“Morgan, you know why I can’t,” you said.

“An extra layer of realism isn’t going to hurt,” he replied.

“Morgan-“

“Oh look, there’s your hot date right now.”

You snapped your mouth shut, turning on your heels to smile at Alex as if nothing was wrong. She raised an eyebrow at you, pressing her lips into a straight line.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Fine and dandy,” you replied, letting your arms swing down to your side.

“What was that about?” she asked, eyes flicking over to Morgan who was talking to JJ. They both looked away when they noticed you glancing over.

“Morgan’s just being a pain in my ass like usual,” you said.

“We should head back to the hotel and get ready,” she said.

“Right. Yeah. I’ll meet you there. I need to… buy some date appropriate clothes.”

“I’ll meet you at 7:30.” You ignored the wink she shot in your direction.

Shopping was your idea of one of the circles of hell. Trying things on, figuring out if they looked good, if they fit you, it made you want to tear your hair out. It didn’t help that there was a part of you that wanted to look particularly hot for Alex, just in case there was even a sliver of the possibility that she might suddenly realise how much she wanted you when she saw you.

And if it meant you spent extra time getting ready, well, no one had to know about that.

You pulled the door open when you heard the knock at 7:30 exactly. You tried to smile to keep the butterflies in your stomach from overwhelming you. The smile slipped when the entire team was standing on the other side of the door.

“I don’t think we’re all going to fit at the table, guys,” you said, letting them in to your room.

“Damn girl, where you been hiding those legs?” Morgan asked.

“Behind office appropriate slacks,” you replied, “I save them to impress the girls.”

“Blake is a lucky woman.”

You let yourself look at her for the first time since everyone entered the room. Her blazer was the same from the last few days but her trousers were tighter than you were used to, showing off the long line of her legs. Her blouse was unbuttoned a few more buttons than she wore at work, showing just the hint of lace. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Indeed I am.” Her own eyes lingered on your body.

“Alright, you know how the night is going to proceed?” Hotch asked.

“Yes Dad.” You rolled your eyes.

“Morgan and JJ will be in the restaurant with you and Dave and I will be outside in the van,” he said, ignoring your snark, “use the codeword if you need to be extracted.”

“Of course,” Alex said.

“Now you’d better go if you want to make your reservations,” he said.

Alex held the door open for you and you ducked your head as you passed her. You weren’t properly alone with her until you were in the car, the rest of the team following you into the lobby of the hotel. She flashed you a smile.

“You really do look wonderful,” she said, “the girls you go out with are lucky.”

“Not so many of those these days,” you replied.

“That surprises me.” Her eyebrows drew together.

“I suppose I’ve been too busy to think about it,” you said, “this job is pretty hectic.”

“Mm,” she hummed.

She pulled up to the restaurant, throwing the car into park. You didn’t have time to blink before she was out of the car and opening your door. She extended her hand, threading her fingers through yours as she helped you out. You couldn’t help the smile at the feeling of your hands palm to palm.

“Sorry, could we have somewhere a bit more… private?” Alex asked the maitre d’ when you were shown to your table.

She shot you a look filled with intent. You didn’t even have to try at the flush on your cheeks, catching your lower lip between your teeth as her hand rested on your lower back. She led you towards a secluded booth. You slid in beside her, close enough for your thigh to press against hers.

“Should I order for you, honey?” she asked.

“You always know exactly what I want,” you replied, fluttering your lashes at her.

Her eyes dipped down, lingering on the plunging neckline of your dress. You arched your back, just a little and the smirk she gave you let you know she’d noticed.

“And do you know what I want, sweet girl?” she asked.

You shook your head. Her eyes glanced over the menu for a moment before dragging back to you. Her hand landed on your bare thigh, thumb brushing over your soft skin. You shivered, fighting against the impulse to press your legs together.

“I think you do,” she said, drawing closer to you until she was all you could see.

“Are you ready to order?”

You startled, jerking away from her to look up at the waiter. You looked down at your lap, not bothering to listen as Alex told him what you’d be having. You had to calm your heart. This wasn’t real. She was just playing a part. She didn’t feel the same way. No reason to get worked up over nothing.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” she said, tugging on the end of one of your curls.

You looked up at her. Her eyes had grown molten but the sex that had been rolling off her only moments ago had disappeared, replaced with concern.

“I suppose I’m not used to restaurants as nice as this,” you replied, “too many late night runs for burritos and meals consisting of instant ramen.”

“I remember those days,” she chuckled.

You reached out, lacing your fingers through hers, shifting yourself closer to her again. The smile on her face softened into something fond that had your heart beating faster than when her hand had been on your leg. Her arm was resting along the back of the seat, almost curling around your shoulders, fingertips brushing along your shoulder. You did shiver then, letting yourself press a little closer to her.

“Why do I doubt you were ever really bad enough with your money some days you had to choose which meal was the easiest to steal off someone else?” you asked.

“Are you just using me for a free meal?” You loved that smile on her, like the two of you were sharing a private joke.

“And a free place to sleep tonight,” you said.

“Sounds like I’m going to be getting lucky.” You didn’t know when her face had grown so close to you. You liked the way she was looking at you. You could quickly become addicted to it.

Her eyes darted up to something over your shoulder. The waiter was back, placing your food down, wine poured to compliment it. You felt yourself light up at what was placing in front of you.

“My favourite,” you said, looking at her.

“I know.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your jaw. You pressed a kiss to her cheek, soft and gentle. Her look of delight was enough to make your heart sing.

“Thank you,” you said, “for all of this.”

“I have to spoil my special girl,” she replied, voice surprisingly husky.

“So that I can spoil you later?” you asked, widening your eyes in mock innocence.

“Is that what you’re going to do, sweet girl?” She picked up her fork, shifting her attention off you.

You lent forward, lowering your voice as if sharing a secret. She ignored you until your lips brushed against the shell of her ear.

“Imagine I said something about seeing the lingerie I’m wearing underneath my dress just for you,” you murmured, too quiet for anyone but her to hear.

“Dirty girl,” she mumbled, eyes sweeping over your body again.

You felt a warmth flush move through your body, knowing that comment wasn’t for anyone’s ears but your own. You took a shaky breath and began eating as well.

And for a while it was easy to slip into the ruse of a date. Easy conversation, good wine, laughter. Soft touches, hands on your knee, fingers tangling. Kind smiles, sparkling eyes, shared warmth. It was the exact thing you’d dreamt about with this woman. The kind of romantic night you’d imagined over and over again. Your heart was fluttering the entire time.

The waiter cleared the plates and offered you dessert.

“Please?” you asked, pouting at her.

“Can we have a slice of the cheesecake with two spoons?” she asked the waiter, “and two coffees.”

“Of course.”

“How’d you find out I love cheesecake?” you asked.

“Believe it or not, I do pay attention to you,” she said, drawing closer to you, shifting until your bodies were practically pressed against one another.

You turned your body, shifting until one of your legs draped over hers. Your lip caught between your teeth again. She pushed your hair off your shoulder, her breath ghosting over the skin of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Laugh like I’ve just said something salacious to you,” she murmured, lips practically brushing against your earlobe.

You chuckled, a little self conscious, the flush on your cheeks not pretend. She drew back, just far enough to look in your eyes. Breath mingled together. Her eyes darkened as she looked down at your lips, still caught between teeth.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” she whispered, “is that okay?”

“I’ll have to reprimand you if you don’t,” you breathed.

You were surprised by the heat in her kiss. She stole your breath, her hand coming up to curl around the back of your neck, holding you in place. You moaned when her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, her tongue soothing over it before there was a sting. Her tongue brushed against yours and you were ready to fall to your knees at her alter.

Your own hand slipped under her blazer, seeking out her waist, wondering if you could get closer to her. Her other hand landed on your thigh again, thumb brushing the hemline of your dress, flirting with the possibility of dipping under.

“So sorry.”

You made a small whining noise as she pulled away, looking up at the waiter over your shoulder. She looked back, her thumb running along your bottom lip.

“All that pretty lipstick ruined,” she said, “I’m sorry, darling.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for a kiss like that,” you replied, offering her a small smile.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you two been together?”

You both looked up at the waiter still hovering at the side of the table. His hands were clasped in front of his body and he was smiling down at you.

“Three and a half years,” you replied, “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You looked back at her. There was such tenderness in her gaze.

“You seem to still be so in love,” he said, “I’m hoping to find that.”

“I’m sure you will,” you replied, feeling the way Alex’s fingers dug in just a little harder in your thigh.

“I’m beginning to think so too. Enjoy your dessert.”

He slipped through the tables, disappearing back into the kitchen. You turned, catching the look Alex was giving you.

“I plan on enjoying something,” you said, winking at her.

She chuckled, scooping up a bite of the cheesecake.

“Open up,” she commanded.

You did what she asked, closing your lips around the spoon placed in your mouth. She slowly pulled it from between your lips, eyes darkening again. You moaned at the taste, enjoying the way there seemed to be a flush growing high on her cheeks.

“Good?” she asked, voice low again.

“Sorry, I’m just going to have to propose to this cheesecake,” you said after swallowing.

“Three and a half years and you leave me for a dessert,” she laughed, “I should have never brought you here.”

She stole a bite of her own of the cheesecake, eyes closing in bliss. You watched as her tongue darted out, catching a stray crumb on her lower lip and the fire within you ignited again. You were still able to feel that tongue brushing against your own.

“Never mind,” she said, “I’m leaving you for the cheesecake.”

“How about we share?” you suggested, “I hear throuples are all the rage these days.”

“Deal.”

You weren’t expecting the chaste kiss but you also weren’t complaining about it. The only disappointment was when she moved back from you. You traded bites of the dessert and slowly drank your coffee, Alex continually glancing over your shoulder at the waiter, keeping eyes on his movement. You kept leaning closer and closer to her until it was time to go. She signalled to your waiter, bringing him over.

“Could we have the cheque please?” she requested.

“Of course.”

You giggled into her ear, her fingers slowly trailing up and down your back. When he returned he tapped the front.

“I’ve uh, left you a little something in there.”

Alex opened it and you glanced down, finding a Polaroid of something you definitely hadn’t wanted to see. Scrawled on the bottom was a phone number. He was hovering, just a few steps away, as if hoping to gauge your reactions.

“Well, that is certainly him,” you said.

“Yes, definitely the one we’re looking for,” she murmured.

From there it was easy enough to finish up. She placed the money on the table as Morgan arrived to arrest the man. She slipped the photo over to JJ who wrinkled her nose when she looked it over. The four of you escorted him out under the watchful gazes of the restaurant guests, ignoring his protests.

His confession came quick once he was seated in a police cell, talking to Morgan. Standing on the other side of the glass, arms wrapped around yourself, you felt disgusted at the words he was saying. Just another man feeling entitled to a woman’s body, angry at queer women for removing men from the equation completely. You didn’t even see Alex until later, once you were already back at the hotel, Hotch having made the call it was too late to fly back home by that point.

Showered and in your pyjamas, you were sitting on your bed, the TV playing quietly in the background as you stared out over the city. You had to keep trying to calm your heart and remind it that Alex had been playing a part, undercover, that none of it was real and it didn’t matter how much you’d enjoyed being hers for the evening.

A knock sounded quietly on your door. You got up, tugging on your shorts, trying to make them a bit longer for company. You peeked through the peep hole, not sure what you were expecting. The answer still left you confused.

“Hi.”

“Can we talk?” Alex asked.

You help the door open wider for her, letting her in to your room. She walked in, her back to you as she stood in the middle of the room. She turned with the quiet click of the door closing, her arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s pretty late,” you said when it became clear she wasn’t going to say anything.

“We can do this later if you want to sleep,” she said, stepping forward as if about to leave again.

“What did you want to talk about?” you asked, stopping her with both hand on her shoulders.

“It’s…” she trailed off and you watched her eyes trail down your body again, throat bobbing as she swallowed.

“For a master linguist, you seem to be having some problems with your words, Doctor Blake,” you said, giving her a half smile so she knew you were teasing.

“Don’t.” Her eyes squeezed shut, “don’t call me that.”

“Why?”

“Because I like it too much,” she whispered, “when you say it.”

“Alex, look at me.”

She opened her eyes, looking unsure of herself. You tried to give her a reassuring smile.

“Why’d you come see me?” you asked.

“To…” she trailed off, “oh fuck it.”

She tugged you to her, one hand splaying on your lower back, the other tangling in your hair until your head was tilted up to her. Your breath caught as her lips pressed against yours, insistent and needy. Your own hands slid around your shoulders until your arms were wrapped around her and you could press yourself against her without restraint. She hummed into your mouth, keeping you pressed against her as her tongue swept in, making you lose all thoughts from your head beyond the feeling and taste of her.

She pushed you back until you were stumbling towards the large bed. You fell backwards, squealing into her mouth, pulling her with you. Her answering chuckle had a heat spreading through you. You kissed her again, turning that chuckle into a soft sigh.

She shifted until her knees were either side of your hips. You gripped them, tight enough to leave bruises as she kissed you so thoroughly there was nothing but her. Her hair fell around your faces, like a curtain blocking out the rest of the world.

Her lips trailed down your neck and you arched up, seeking her out. You gasped her name when you felt the scrape of her teeth, the flick of her tongue. She sucked on your pulse point, hands beginning to skim down your body.

“Wait,” you gasped, “wait, wait, wait.”

She drew back, sitting back, her weight comfortable on your pelvis. Her eyes were bright and her lips were kiss swollen but there was worry marring her features. You reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on her skin.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“What’s… what’s going on here?” you asked, trying to catch your breath.

“I should have asked first,” she said.

“Asked what?” You blinked, not sure what was going through her brain.

“To kiss you.”

“Alex.” Your voice turned gentle as you sat up, shifting her to sit beside you, “tell me what’s going on in there.”

She bowed her head. You ducked your head to look her in the eyes, placing your hands over hers to stop the way her fingers were tapping against one another.

“I really enjoyed pretending to be your girlfriend,” she replied, “more than I should have.”

“You did?”

She looked over at you, bottom lip caught between teeth. She gave a slow nod. You couldn’t stop the grin spreading over your face.

“Thank god I wasn’t the only one,” you said, a small laugh at the end of your sentence.

“What?”

“Alex, you must be the only one on the team who doesn’t know about the massive crush I have on you,” you said, still laughing, “Morgan called it within the first five minutes of my meeting you.”

“The first five minutes?”

“And tonight you were just driving me crazy in all the best ways,” you said, “the way you were touching me? I was ready to ignore the rest of the team and just demand you bring me back here.”

“I can’t imagine anyone not giving in to the impulse to touch you in that dress,” she said.

“Oh, you liked it did you?” you asked, swinging your leg over her body to straddle her lap.

“Honey, I loved it,” she said, fingers beginning to trail over the bare skin of your thighs.

“What did you love so much about it?” you asked, brushing her hair back. She inhaled sharply when your lips pressed to the soft spot on the underside of her jaw.

“Well, I thought the colour was very pretty on you,” she said, head tilting back to give you better access.

“And?” you asked.

“And I especially enjoyed how.” She made a small noise in the back of her throat when your teeth scraped along her skin, “how low cut it was.”

“Mmm I hoped you’d like that,” you murmured, “anything else?”

“I like being able to get my hands on these legs.” Her fingers dug in, that damned thumb running over your skin again, “I like these shorts too.”

You kissed her again, swallowing her moans as your fingers tangled in her hair, gently tugging. The feeling of her hands on your bare skin was making you squirm, her thumb brushing higher and higher, finding the soft skin of your inner thigh. You whined.

“How about I take you on a real date?” she murmured against your lips, “just us, no team listening in, no unsub to find.”

Your kiss was answer enough.

[latent-thoughts]

Loki+plus sized reader with saggy breasts who's self conscious, maybe fluffy smut? pretty please?

This grew longer than a mere drabble. OOPS.

It had come as a surprise when Loki, THE LOKI, had expressed his interest in you.

You were a simple desk job worker at one of Stark Industries' latest innovation centres, and if not for Tony Stark's penchant for involving Loki with new projects, you wouldn't even have been introduced to him.

Somehow, Loki had made it a habit to hang out in your little office while he waited for Stark whenever he visited. He had, for some reason, also made it a habit of arriving early, even though Stark was known to be late for meetings (not his fault though, the man was extremely busy).

You hadn't minded his presence there, in fact, you thought you were lucky that he chose to stay and not wander off. The realization that you could hold the interest of this remarkable and beautiful man had been a bit of an ego boost.

You two had many intriguing discussions while he waited for Stark, and he often confessed that you had broadened his horizons pertaining to anything uniquely Midgardian.

You had also developed a hopeless crush on him in the process. Which... you had expected not to go anywhere. You simply weren't in his league, not by a long shot. Even though you had kind of accepted your plus sized body, you knew that the world hadn't. Why would Loki be any different?

But all of that changed the day Loki showed up at your desk with bouquet of flowers (your favourites) and chocolates, a nervous smile playing on his beautiful face.

You had been struck with shock... and you wondered if it was an elaborate prank. He was the god of mischief, after all.

But it hadn't been a prank...

Because here you were, several dates later, in the foyer of his penthouse, with his lips lingering on yours. Your belly was full of butterflies and your head was spinning. He had treated you to dinner and then brought you over to his place, and that could mean only one thing...

He wanted to take the next step with you.

The mere thought of it made you tremble with nerves.

"Mmmm... did I tell you that you smell absolutely delicious?" he asked, peppering kisses across your cheek as he pulled you into the living room. "Enough to eat. I've been looking forward to this evening for weeks."

Damn... that confession rendered you weak in the knees.

"Loki, you really mean that?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

You hesitated, and that's when he pulled away and gave you a look of concern.

"My intent is honourable, if that's what you're thinking."

"I... I know. It's not you." You looked down, feeling terrible now. "I have issues."

"More than I?" he joked, running his hands up and down your arms. Your very thick arms...

When you didn't respond, he put a finger under your chin and tipped your face up to make you look into his gorgeous green eyes.

"What is the matter, sweet one? Did I say or do something to upset you?"

You shook your head. "I'm just... afraid."

"Of what?"

"Of intimacy."

The look of concern quickly turned into a frown. "Make me understand, please."

"Well, I honestly don't know why you're dating me. How are you even attracted to me?"

"You're asking this after weeks of our continued courtship?"

That caused the dam to burst. You couldn't keep it in.

"I'm just, I still don't understand why you chose me. All my life I've been told, directly or indirectly, that I'm dumpy and fat. Now that I'm past a certain age, I'm not even youthful. My body is simply not attractive or even pleasing to look at, especially not for someone like you."

He sighed, cupping your face. "Is that not up to me to decide? Besides, do you think that your form--which is lovely, by the way--is the only criteria one should have for courting you?"

"I've been single most of my life. What does that tell you?" you asked, your eyes growing wet as your feelings spilled over.

"That perhaps the Midgardians are a hopeless lot. Excluding you, of course."

You tried to laugh it off, even though it was hollow. "No one likes saggy boobs, Loki! Or flab."

"Once again, who are these people you're talking about? And why do you think that a naturally shaped human body is something undesirable?" he asked, pulling you closer. "For me, your company is a boon, intimacy included. We can spend hours together and not run out of things to talk about, we can simply exist in silence and not feel awkward. You've never treated me differently, nor have you been ignorant of my idiosyncrasies or even my violent past. You've accepted me fully, right? So why won't you let me love you in the same vein?"

He was holding you tight now, as though he was afraid that you'd run away from him. There was a very honest fear in his eyes, and it was enough to break you out of your own funk.

"You really mean it?"

"I'm willing to prove it to you, for as long you'll have me."

"Careful, I might decide to keep you forever," you joked, tears spilling from your eyes as you smiled. His words had been so sweet and honest, you couldn't help it.

"You think I'm averse to that?"

He gave you an earnest kiss then, asking you, silently, to let go of your inhibitions. His hands caressed you, eager and reverent all at the same time.

When he took you to his bedroom, he spent a good time kissing each bit of skin he exposed as he removed your clothes one by one. You felt terribly shy and self-conscious, but you didn't stop him this time.

He had asked you to let him show you how much he cared for you... so you were trying to give that to him, despite your discomfort with your own body.

But as he seduced you slowly with his lingering touches and kisses full of desire, your discomfort shifted... growing into arousal.

His lips spread the fire of want all over you, and you couldn't help but moan when he placed you on the bed and began to nuzzle your breasts.

No one had paid them attention like this before. No one had cared. You had always tried to hide them away in baggy clothes and full coverage bras. Years and gravity hadn't done you any favours either...

And now, Loki had exposed them. No, he had exposed them to his attentions. You had expected some sort of negative reaction from him upon seeing them, but he had only shown enthusiasm.

"Loki..." you cried out, arching your back as his lips worked on your nipples, making you feel a million sensations of pleasure all at once.

"Yes?" He lifted his head and gave you a cheeky smirk. "Is my girl sensitive here?"

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He was making it difficult to even think straight, let alone talk. His thumb was circling over your nipple, teasing you with the feather-light touch as he watched you lust-laden eyes.

"I'm guessing that you are," he said, maintaining eye contact with you as he took your nipple in his mouth again, grazing it with his teeth as he sucked.

Your whole body shook with desire, and you couldn't look away from him, locked in his hypnotic gaze.

In that moment, you felt cherished... you felt like the most beautiful creature in the world.

And when his hand reached between your legs, you opened up to him without resistance, wanting more of his addictive touch. His fingers slipped in and wove magic inside you--the magic of orgasmic pleasure.

You didn't even realize how and when you reached your peak, so lost were you to these sensations. He simply pulled that lustful bliss from you like a musician pulled a melody from his instrument.

"Beautiful," he murmured as you caught your breath, still reeling from your orgasm. "As beautiful as I had imagined you to be. Everyday I spent with you in that little work chamber of yours, my desire for you grew tenfold. You cannot imagine just how many times I thought about taking you right on your desk, love."

"Oh god, stop..." You hid your face with your hands, feeling like it would catch fire if he continued. "How can you... speak? I'm so... I can't."

He chuckled and shifted, covering your body fully with his. "You're so adorable. I want to devour you."

When he pulled your hands away from your face, you found him looking at you with both hunger and affection. It made you shiver in anticipation.

That shiver turned into a full blown tremble when he pushed forward, parting your chubby thighs with his muscled ones. Your were the opposite of him, but somehow, his hard, toned form fit perfectly against your soft, curvy form.

Your hands gripped his biceps as he thrust inside you, stretching you almost to your limit. His movements pulled gasps of surprise and moans of pleasure from you alike, but he was attentive enough not to hurt you.

Slowly, as you accepted him fully inside you, you began to move with him, your hands reaching up to his shoulders to pull him closer. You were fully into it now... no bothersome thoughts, just the pursuit of being one with him in lustful abandon.

"Loki, Loki..." you moaned his name repeatedly as he gave you deep, hard thrusts, nuzzling your breasts again. "I'm... close."

"Mmmm... me too," he hummed against the swell of your bosom, the sound vibrating right into your core. "With me, love, come with me."

You fell apart just as he began to throb inside you, further intensifying your climax. You didn't know for how long you stayed like that, clutching him like your life depended on it, simply drowning in the waves upon waves of pleasure...

Your breathing didn't come down to normal for several minutes, and when it did, Loki simply began to move inside you again. Much to your surprise, he didn't seem to have a refractory period.

When you looked at him with confused, questioning eyes, he gave you a salacious smile.

"I did say that I'll prove my desire for you," he said, his voice growing rough as he gave you a deep thrust. "I have all night for that, haven't I?"

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Chapter Four: Fight Me | Series: What Color Am I?

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

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AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39771066

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Series Warnings (in no particular order): Porn With Plot, Lust at First Sight, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Loss of Virginity, Rough Sex, BDSM, Daddy/Caretaker Kink, LOTS of Oral, Fingerfucking, Play Fighting, Age Gap, Praise Kink, Biting, Body Worship, Mentions of Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Voice Kink, Size Difference, References to Depression, Loneliness, Homesickness

Word Count: 9.8k+

You don't say a word about it to the Mandalorian but you were sore for days. There was an undeniable cramp that lingered in your lower stomach from tensing up so much. Your body worked every muscle with each orgasm and you feel the ache everywhere. You are tempted to waste credits on an E-bacta shot but then you run the risk of this happening again and needing to depend on a shot again so you should just let your body sort itself out. Build resistance, stamina, whatever the fuck it needs to do so that you can experience that again.

It was…wow. You get all flustered when you think about it but you're still in awe that it happened and it wasn't a dream. It really happened. He made you feel so much that you're sore. Why do you love that? It's like a physical reminder of what happened and even though it aches, you fondly remember the moment you both had together every time you feel it. You wonder what he thinks about it. You didn’t have time to ask since you both were preoccupied on getting off Mirial, though you did convince him to make the quickest pit stop for some teacakes. Which, you must say, were very, very worth it. The kid ended up devouring the rest of them but you got to split a few with the Mandalorian. He didn't comment on it but you took that as meaning it was good since he didn't feel inclined to be annoyed.

It's still strange to you, how different he is when he's fully dressed and not completely alone with you. The modulator really helps establish that differentiation. When you can hear his natural voice, the butterflies start dancing in your stomach and you can't comprehend why you feel so happy when he checks in on you at night to see if you've settled the kid into his crib. He always tells you that you should sleep but he knows by now that you're more than capable of waiting for him to get back.

Well, it's been a week since he left to hunt this bounty. He said it would probably take two weeks, which means it was a pretty difficult quarry to catch. Did that make you worry a bit? Of course, but you didn't show it on your face when he left. At least you hoped you didn't.

That does, however, mean you haven't slept in a week. You've taken a few naps here and there but nothing that lasted more than an hour at a time. It's hard sleeping because you have to close the ramp of the Crest and lock yourself inside the cockpit, surrounding yourself with that frigid atmosphere you dislike. No exceptions. The Mandalorian doesn't want you napping outside and running the risk of someone snatching you away. He has never told you that latter bit but you just know that's what he means when he's stern to you. He always hides his care under loosely veiled threats and strict commands.

You miss the Mandalorian. It's both lonely and scary when he's not here. It wasn't like you couldn't defend yourself but you care a lot about the kid's safety and you wonder how useful you'd be trying to fight and hold onto the kid at the same time. You can't trust him to walk beside you because you can’t trust that you won't lose sight of him. It worries you so much that you're not equipped to care for something or someone else other than yourself. The Mandalorian can take care of both of you and sometimes that fact makes you feel safe but also incredibly insecure because you can’t provide him the same comfort. You feel inadequate, even if he doesn't expect you to help protect him if need be.

You want to, but your whole life, you've only trained yourself for scenarios where you can defend yourself. You are the only factor you can control in fights. If you're trying to fight while also keeping the kid in mind and making sure you aren't getting in the Mandalorian's way, then you just don't think you're cut out for it.

But, you choose not to wallow in self-pity.

The kid is asleep and you need to stay alert. Your body may ache but it's a good thing. It means you're getting stronger. You need to retune your mind again, which is what you've been practicing since the Mandalorian has been away.

You are still a bit wary of how easily he snuck into the room when you were all staying at the inn. You would have never let your guard down so easily if you hadn't felt safe with the earpiece keeping you connected to him, but you can't let that be a crutch. You have to be able to rely on your senses because the moment you weaken them, you're going to be susceptible to an attack.

So, you spend a good chunk of the day, whenever the kid is asleep in his floating crib, going outside into the sand dunes of the desert planet Tatooine and you just sit and listen. You spend hours doing this, parsing out every movement of the sand, every breeze in the air, even listening in on the kid causing havoc on the Crest. That's normally your signal you get up and go back into the ship.

Hearing is the best sense you've got for detecting threats. If you can hear them coming, then it doesn't matter if you can see them or not. You'll always have the upper hand if you aren't surprised. You're always the one surprising them.

Today, the kid sleeps a little longer than usual so you decide to sharpen the blades you have hidden in your bag and do a few practice drills with your expandable stun baton. You're sure the Mandalorian knows you have them but he just hasn't mentioned it. That's probably what he was curious about in regards to your fighting skills.

As much as you would love a blaster, you can't see the bullets. It doesn't matter how good you could get with it, it will never be better than trusting a weapon that can be used as an extension of your arms. You can always trust what you can feel. You know the grip of your blades like they are your hands. You know how long your baton is by the clicks it makes and you can retract and extend it fluidly without breaking a sweat in a fight. It does, however, mean you're most effective in close combat. That is both a good and a bad thing. Good, because if they get close to you, you'll definitely win the fight. Bad, because they have to get close to you.

That's why you prefer the pacifist route, which is putting as much distance as you can between you and the threat in any way you can. Running through crowds, scaling buildings, hiding in trees, sneaking onto transport vehicles, that is your preferred method of dealing with dangerous people. Eventually, they give up. They always give up because what's the point of chasing something that can't be caught right then and there? There's always the next time.

With violence, there is no next time. The struggle ends the moment you drive a blade into someone's throat or electrocute them half to death. Maybe they can get back up again, but by that point, you'll be long gone.

Violence is the easier route because you're forcing an opening to run by eliminating the obstacle altogether, but it weighs heavy on your conscience. You can't…hurt someone all that easily, especially when they have some soft color to them. Even if they're mostly dangerous, that softness means there's something there. Some good that you may be ripping from the universe entirely.

For you, it's a last resort and you've only ever had to kill a handful of times. You can't allow yourself to regret them but you try not to be ignorant and forget them. You have to hold those memories and remind yourself of them to keep your morality. The moment you lose sight of that, then you're just a killer.

Is the Mandalorian just a killer? It's different. You tell yourself that not to justify his killings but you know it's a byproduct of his line of work. Would he kill people if he wasn't a bounty hunter? You doubt that. You doubt that a man like him, someone who is so gentle and caring in his own unique way, would kill for sport. No, he does it because he has to. That doesn't make it okay in any way, but you're sure it takes its toll and that means he has morality in there, even if he won't admit it.

After breaking into too much of a sweat running defense drills, you slump down on the ramp of the Crest, breathing heavily. Your palms ache from gripping your blades so you rip your fingerless gloves off to let them breathe. You prefer to have gloves on since it helps with your grip. Smaller hands means you have less surface area to grip. It's not like you can't use your weapons without the gloves, but you definitely prefer practicing with them on. Your hands are as sweaty as your body and you let out a quiet sigh into the air.

You feel gross. Yeah, you do and you hate it but you only have a limited supply of water at this little outpost that the Mandalorian left you on so you can't wash up just because you feel gross. Unless there's an open wound to clean or sand up your ass, you can't waste the water. Fucking desert planets.

The wind makes the sand stick to your sweat and you just feel icky. You know it's ridiculous that you like to freshen up as much as you do but you truly value feeling good. That includes the way your body feels.

Your skin grows a little warmer, thinking of the Mandalorian smelling you, liking how clean you are. Fuck, you're such a mess right now and you miss him so much. You just want to take a nice dip in that pool again and then have him touch you until you pass out. That sounds fucking heavenly right now.

There you go, getting all worked up. You never used to be like this but now that tingly feeling that builds between your legs is overbearing. You wish you felt clean enough to touch yourself. You tried the first night he went off for this bounty, but it just didn't feel the same. You have regretted not trying harder because now it's been a week and this desire to be touched will not stop consuming your brain. You suppose that's just what happens when the body gets fucking overloaded with orgasms and then hits a sudden dry spell. A massive dry spell. Fuck, this whole planet is a dry spell!

Couldn't the bounty have been on Naboo or something? It would've been so amazing to be parked in a forest beside a lake. There's some living things here on Tatooine, creatures and scattered plants, but it doesn't fully soothe your desire to be around life. The best part of your day is picking up the kid after he wakes up and just cuddling his little ball of energy for as long as I can before he naps again.

You really, really, really miss the Mandalorian.

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Two weeks. He told you two weeks would be all it took and he was going to be certain that it took less than that. He fucking hates this hunt. Yes, for once, he actually hates hunting. He normally enjoys the thrill of seeing the fob blink, telling him his quarry is nearby, but right now, he's antsy. He just wants to put a bullet in this bounty and go.

That's all he has to do, but fuck, it's taking so long to catch up with the quarry with all the fucking sand in the way. Why did he take this one again? Ugh, it's because he usually likes the ones that take longer. More credits, more exhilarating hunt, more time spent doing something instead of idling in the Razor Crest. But right now? Fuck, right now all he wants to be doing is idling between your legs for as long as he can again. He still faintly tastes you every time he licks his lips and it drives him fucking insane. He needs to get back.

The Mandalorian will not deal with another day away from you. There are times where he just wants to go back to the Crest for an hour, touch you as much as he can and then go back out on the hunt but that's fucking ridiculous because he needs to stay on the trail of the quarry. He also doesn't like the thought that tries to sneak into his head. He considers the idea of taking you with him on hunts. You're more than capable of being with him but this is a foolish thought because he would be so fucking distracted by you, he wouldn't be able to work. He tries to reason that it would be less distracting than it is right now if you were here but he knows that isn't the truth. He would love to be distracted by you but he can't and you probably wouldn't even want to come along because you know this fact as well.

Fucking annoying. For once, he's not talking about you when he thinks that, though you are technically in that thought too. It's annoying that this fucking quarry is keeping him from you. He just needs to put a bullet between the eyes and drag the body back to the Crest. Simple and yet time consuming.

What's fucking stupid about it is that it's going to be an easy kill. The quarry is running through the desert. There are long stretches of straight, hill-less sand. He just needs to catch the quarry in the midst of running across one of those stretches. Then, he'd pull his rifle out and one pop would be all it took. He just needed the quarry to fucking appear already and then he could go back to you.

The moment the Mandalorian comes back, he is hauling the Crest to whatever is the nearest transport hub with a good fucking rest area and he is fucking you until you can't walk. He held back in that oasis. He really did. He just solely focused on you because he knew you needed it, even if you didn't want to say it. But he really wanted to fuck. So fucking badly. You came so many times on his tongue that you were ripe for the taking. Fuck, you would've came so many times on his cock but he didn’t want your first time to be underground in the sand. That's a bit much. Sand would've gotten everywhere.

The Mandalorian may have his own desires but your comfort and giving you a good experience is more important to him. Fuck, when did he start thinking like that? Probably when you put your pretty mouth over his cock and swallowed every drop of him so fucking well. What a good girl, fuck. He needs to see you as soon as possible.

He wonders if you feel the same, if you're thinking of him as much as he's thinking of you. He believes so. It's hard not to think about him after you came that many times. You came so well too. Your moans were like music. He loved the way your hips were swaying with your back arched, your fucking soft hands digging your nails into his shoulders because it felt so intense. You just needed to grab a hold of him as tightly as possible and he is still wearing those claw marks. They don't hurt at all and he likes knowing they're there. The memories replay in his mind and he just can't get enough.

This quarry bastard better come out soon so he can shoot him maybe more than once for delaying him from seeing you for this long. He is tired of hunting.

He wants to go back to you.

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Three days later, you wake up abruptly from a nap to the sound of the ramp opening from the outside. The kid is in your lap and you hear happy noises so you assume that means it's his father but you can't be sure so you lock him in the crib and grab your baton, holding it behind your back. Then, you inch quietly into the back corner of the cockpit, right in front of the latch, waiting to hear the familiar clinking of beskar. You don't, not yet. Fuck, it has to be him, right?

You hate not seeing for this very reason because you never know. You have to be prepared for anything, including the possibility of someone coming back onto the Crest wearing his armor to try to fool you. It's an unlikely scenario, but you're fucking blind so it could happen.

That's why the moment the person opens the latch and comes up, you tackle them onto the ground, pinning their chest to it with your baton. You don't turn on the electricity just yet, hoping that the Mandalorian will speak up if it's him, and that's a mistake.

They immediately turn to flip you on your back, but you're quicker, slipping down and locking their knees as they try to turn you, flipping them onto their stomach, pinning their arm against their back. You have to apply pressure in the right places or they can easily overpower you and flip you backwards so you jab them in all the pressure points you've practiced as they try to do exactly what you predicted. Then, you turn on the electricity and zap the shit out of them with your baton.

A low groan is heard and you nearly zap them again since they're still conscious but you stop yourself the moment they say, quite proudly, "good girl."

"It's you?!" You scramble backwards, landing on your ass so you can give the Mandalorian space to get up after you just fucking took him down because you thought he was an intruder. "Why didn't you comm? I was so scared, I could've killed you!"

"It would've taken a few more zaps than that." He answers you, sounding unphased by the events that just took place, as you hear him get to his feet. "I knew you wouldn't use the blades so you wouldn't have killed me."

"I could've!" You scream at him, actually angry for once. How could he do that to you? You were so scared something happened to him or that someone was about to kill you! "You can't–you can't just fucking do that to test me! You could've gotten hurt. What if I didn't realize it was you? What if I couldn't decipher your voice? I could've–fuck!"

You can't be here right now. You're too worked up on adrenaline, your heart is beating out of your chest and you want to kick and scream and cry and–

"If you killed me, then I would accept death because it means I wasn't strong enough to defend myself, which makes me unworthy of protecting you and the kid." The Mandalorian cuts through your panic with his very puzzling words. "So no, you wouldn't have killed me because I will always make sure I'm strong enough to protect you. I just needed to see if you were strong enough to protect yourself too."

"That's fucking stupid." You throw your baton at him angrily and you can hear him catch it midair. You start to sob, the emotions overwhelming you, "even if I didn't kill you, I could've hurt you."

"You didn't." He says too emotionlessly through the modulator and you burst into even more tears.

"But I could have." You enunciate every word furiously through the tears streaming down your eyes.

"I wouldn't have minded if you hurt me in self-defense." Again, he responds too dryly and you hate it. You always found his blunt tone endearing but not right now, not when he's too dense to realize that you care about his well-being.

"Maybe you wouldn't have minded, but I would have." Your voice turns all too serious. "I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I ever hurt you. Maybe you could live with something like that, but I can't. The thought of hurting someone I care about–"

You choke on your words and then scoot your ass over to where the ladder is. You can't be near him right now. You need space.

"I don't want to be here anymore." You tell him before shutting the latch, leaving him and the kid in the cockpit.

You melt onto the metal floor below the ladder, the smell of the quarry's blood wafting in front of you from being dragged up the ramp. You want to puke but you can't feel anything in your body. You can't move a muscle. You're just fucking tired.

That's not how you imagined your reunion would be with the Mandalorian after not seeing him for ten days…

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You haven't said a word to him since he landed the Crest on Naboo. He had picked a small, local inn by a big lake that had private wooden cabins for you all to rest for a few days before he starts the next bounty. It was supposed to be nice.

It isn't. Not when you don't give two fucks about it. Not when you won't even turn in his direction. You went straight for the upstairs suite the moment you got into the cabin, slamming the door shut behind you. He knows you locked the door. Yes, he can easily kick it in but…

I don't want to be here anymore. Your words fucking stung. Why did they sting so badly?

It was just a test. That's all. He hasn't ever seen you in combat before so he just wanted to see what you were capable of. He was never going to let you get hurt and he definitely wasn't going to be afraid of taking a few punches from you if needed.

So, why are you so fucking mad at him? You wouldn't have hurt him. And, even if you did, good for you! It meant you could defend yourself well enough to take first blood. That's something good. Why can't you see that?

Why did you just tunnel vision straight for not wanting to hurt him? In this specific scenario, hurting him would've only been a good thing. A good way of showing the hidden strength he knows you have in you. He was very impressed with how you handled taking him down, using his weight against him, picking your attacks intelligently, not letting your emotions get in the way.

Is there something he's missing here? Fuck, this isn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to take him down then he would compliment you and you would feel happy for being praised like you normally do and then he would've shown you this surprise extended stay on Naboo and then the both of you would have a fucking good time fucking since the kid is at the daycare center.

But no, instead, it all went to fucking shit and now he's alone again. Only this time, you're right there but you won't even speak to him. You don't want to be here anymore. You want to leave him.

The Mandalorian doesn't know how to process that. You're here right now. You could've asked him to drop you off somewhere and taken your credits back and left his life for good. You could've, but you didn't. But you could've.

That's something he never let fully fester in his mind until now. You can leave at any moment. You can go out there and find another bounty hunter. You had the funds for it. You don't need him.

You don't need him.

When that thought crosses his mind, he doesn't know if he should break something or if he should fight something. Maybe both. Both would help, kind of, probably, maybe. Fuck.

Does he need you? The Mandalorian doesn't need anyone. He is responsible for the kid. The kid is part of his clan. He has to protect the kid. It is an oath he has made.

But you? You're…he wants to say you're just some blind girl who is paying him to look for her stolen eyeballs but that's not true anymore, is it?

You're more than that to him now. How much more? He wouldn't know. He hasn't ever gotten this close to someone before. Not like this. Fucking, yeah, whatever, it comes and goes, it doesn’t really fucking matter to him. None of those are actual relationships. He can fuck someone but he'd never take off the helmet. He'd never even face them. Just a quick fuck from behind and it was like he was never even there to begin with.

You're different though. He wants to be gentle with you and rough with you. He didn't think much of it at first. It was just lust…right? He was intrigued by you, by your ability to outrun him, to outsmart him, to prolong a chase that, quite frankly, should've taken a few days but then devolved into weeks and weeks of being just one step behind your brilliant mind. The only reason he caught you was because you wanted to be caught. Annoying girl, sipping your caf, acting like you were better than him.

Slowly, the Mandalorian is learning that you are better than him. Just in different ways. You prioritize better by treating yourself well with a fun meal or a nice shower. You never take someone else's kindness for granted. You always make sure everything's fair. You take care of yourself and you take care of others equally so. You have a kind heart, just like the people you gravitate towards.

For him, the Mandalorian puts his responsibilities first. Taking care of the bounties, taking care of the kid, taking care of you, those are in the forefront of his mind. His well being and everything else comes second to him, which is why he wouldn't have cared if you hurt him because that was a part of him taking care of you, of making sure you were equipped to take down a threat like him.

But, he now sees the error in his thought process. You didn’t need him to take care of you. Maybe you don't even want him to. What you do want is to care about him and for him to care about himself too. Eat properly. Sleep properly. Enjoy life properly. That's how you take care of him and you do all of that while taking care of yourself too, something he is still struggling to prioritize for himself. What he is now realizing is that you're fine with him taking his time to learn. What you aren't fine with is having been put in a position where you could've harmed him just because he didn't care if you did or not. It wasn't fair to you.

He should've told you. He could've just had you practice on him and that would've been enough proof of your capabilities but he…in his own way, he just needed to know you were safe without him. He got that answer, but at what cost?

This silence should be something he doesn't mind. The Mandalorian is used to silence. He loves silence. But not this one. Not when it's you. Not when he wants to hear you crack a bad joke at him so he can call you his annoying girl. He needs to talk to you.

He just hopes you'll let him.

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In the refresher that's connected to the master suite, you thought long and hard about what just happened. You couldn't think properly sitting on the cold metal floor of the Crest that smelled like fresh blood. You needed somewhere you felt safe and the shower was always a good place. You cried. You screamed. You cursed. You just let it all out under the running water.

Slowly, your muscles relaxed again and you knew the adrenaline was wearing off. You needed to think without a racing heart. You needed to debate if you should stay here or take a break from all of this.

From the Mandalorian.

After ten days of missing him, those longing feelings were suddenly ripped to shreds when he made you attack him. You understand why he did it. You get it. He was probably worried about you, just like you were worried about yourself. You know you can defend yourself but even you were unsure. Now, you know you can at least momentarily subdue the Mandalorian. That should put you at ease, right?

But your mind swirls at all the worst case scenarios. What if you had picked the blades? What if you had fought more viciously? What if you had been out for blood? You could've seriously hurt him. He may not have believed such a scenario would happen, but it doesn't mean it couldn't have and he still didn't care…he doesn't care about himself enough.

That's why you're mad. You're mad because he made you attack him and that he didn't care if you actually attacked him. You're mad he didn't think that you cared enough about him not to want that for him. You're mad that he can be so kind, so caring, so gentle to you but he gives none of it back to himself.

The Mandalorian is always treating himself as an afterthought and you cannot stand it. If he wants to do that, then you won't stop him but he should not wrap you into his mistreatment of himself. He can do whatever he wants with himself but you will not treat him like shit. You won't. You care too much about him.

You want him to realize that you care about him. He has to know that, right? There can't be any doubt there…you have made it very clear that you care about him as much as he does about you.

So, why can't he get it through his thick skull? Do you need to hammer it into his helmet for him to understand that you don't want him to get hurt in general but especially not by you?

You get dressed in a simple tee and a pair of lounging pants, ready to go talk some fucking sense into him. You stride through the large living room space to go towards the door.

But, he beats you to the punch, because the moment you swing your door open to go see him, the Mandalorian is already right there. You're so startled that you actually bump into him and he has to catch you to stop you from falling backwards from the collision, holding you carefully by the waist, making you wish you weren't so fucking mad at him so that he can just make you feel good again.

Neither of you say anything as he helps you back flat on your feet. Not until you go, "I'm not talking to the helmet right now so if you're here to talk, it has to come off."

You then hand him your visor, showing him that you just flipped on the blackout mode. When he has checked it for himself, he puts your visor back on for you and shuts the door behind him. Then, you hear him walk away so that he can shut all the windows in the room and draw all the curtains shut, just to make sure no one can see him from outside.

Soon after, the Mandalorian sets his helmet down somewhere and speaks up, "I'm here to apologize."

"Alright." You talk with the same flat tone as he had back in the Crest. "Let's hear it."

You fold your arms, leaning your back against the door, wanting to put some distance between the two of you. He stays wherever he's standing in the room, respecting your need for space.

Then, he starts his apology, "I'm sorry. I should’ve commed beforehand to let you know I was on my way back."

"Yeah, you should've." You don't mean to bite back at him so hard but you are pissed about that. He had you waiting for him and he didn't think to let you know he was on his way back.

"I also should've gone about seeing your self-defense methods differently." His words sway you a bit, since you know he's being genuine. "There's no real excuse for it. I scared you. I made you uncomfortable. I had you attack me. I almost made you hurt me, just to prove an unnecessary point to myself that I already knew. For all of that, I'm sorry and…"

The way he trails off makes your heart drop. Wait, you don't want him to think that you're going to–

"I will give you back all your credits if you no longer want me on the job you hired me for." He says it so formally that it burns. There isn't a hint of emotion in his voice. "I can drop you off anywhere you want as well, no fuel payment necessary."

Does he not care if you leave–you blurt out the question without thinking. "Is that what you want?"

"It's not my decision." That blunt tone makes you want to scream. "If you want to go, I won't stop you."

You're more pissed off now. He's not even going to fight it? He would really let you go that easily? Of course you don't want to end this but it sounds like he has not invested a single ounce of anything into this. If he cared at all, shouldn't he fight for you to stay? To at least prove that he'll get the job done?

How can he readily dump you at a moment's notice just because you say so? You thought he cared about you, so much so that he wanted to keep you safe but if he can just fucking toss you away without even sounding sad about it–

"Fight me." You take off the slippers you're wearing, tossing them behind you.

"What?" A different tone. Confusion. You like that. That’s better.

"Take off your armor and fucking fight me." You put your hands up, getting into a good stance.

"I'm not going to." He's firmer now. No, no. You need him angry.

"Oh, so you're allowed to initiate a fight, but I can't?" You practically hiss at him. "Don't act fucking scared of a blind girl."

"I am not afraid of you." There he goes. A little mad tinge. Build up more. "You will get hurt if I fight you."

"That's what I would've said if I had a fucking choice earlier on whether or not I wanted to fight you." You grit your teeth at him. "But you didn't give me a choice, did you? You just made me fight you so it's only fair that I get to do the same."

A huff of frustration leaves his lips. Good, keep going. "I will not fight you."

"Why?" You stab him with your words where you'll know it'll hurt. "Are you scared I'm going to prove to you that you would've never fucking caught me if I didn't let you?"

Silence fills the room after you finish your statement. Then, you hear the first plate of armor hit the floor. A rush of adrenaline pumps through your veins. Another drops to the floor. You feel tingles all over your body as he sheds every piece of beskar off, kicking it to the side.

"You're going to get crushed." He sounds so threatening, so very pissed off. "Back out now."

"Why don't you back out?" You flash a smirk at him. "It would be less embarrassing for you to quit now before you get your Mandalorian ass kicked by a blind girl."

He raises his voice, the fury building. "You're so fucking annoying."

"Oh come on, is that all you got?" You berate him incessantly. "If you can't insult me properly, fucking fight me. Unless you're shit at both–"

You put both your forearms up to block his punch that you knew was coming. He thought he could surprise you but you heard the wood panels of the floor squeak close to you, which meant he was gaining on you. He didn't pull his punch at all. Good. You know then that he put all his force into it, pushing the momentum towards you, so you need to use it because you're not going to be able to create as much force as he can.

So, the moment his punch connects with your forearms blocking your face, you quickly adjust, letting only one of your arms take the impact as you use the other to hook against his elbow, tugging him more towards you. With the momentum of his punch plus your tug, you can hear the imbalance of his feet. Got him. You immediately drop to your knees, bringing his arm down with you as you side sweep his feet, making his whole body crash against his side. Without taking your arm off his, you swing your legs over his hips and then jab your elbow into his shoulder blade, making him drop his chest to the floor, crushing his other arm in the process under his own body weight. You pin the arm you've been using as guidance against his back using all of your body weight, not letting him have any leverage to fight back with either of his arms.

You keep him there like that, leaning in to whisper against his ear, "I guess you are shit at both."

It happens all too quickly that you have to try not to let the momentum get away from you. The moment you uttered those words, he shoulders you in the fucking face, knocking you back enough to pull some of your body weight off of him, allowing the arm he's been crushing beneath his chest to press into the floor, pushing his chest up off of it, which subsequently means you're tumbling to the side. Fuck, if he gets you on your back, you're–

You're too slippery. He tries to get on top of you but you think fast and propel your body using the floor, sliding in the space between his legs until you can lift yourself into a seated position, dangerously close to precious goods. You don't play dirty and you instead drive your elbow into his lower back, which pushes him down just enough to give you the time to get back on your feet.

You have to put some distance between you and him right now as you regain strength, so you side shuffle away, keeping your feet planted to the ground in case he tries to side sweep you and bring you down the same way you did to him.

The Mandalorian gets on his feet easily, almost too easily, like he's as light as a feather. But then, he starts overdramatizing his movements. Fuck, he knows. Of course, he knows you're using sound to predetermine his moves so if he makes a louder sound to cover up what his real play is, you won't see it coming.

"Don't look so scared, pretty little mouse. Of course I'm going to figure out your tricks." Oh, now he's taunting you.

"You've figured them all out? Then what about this one?" You lunge in the direction you're sure he's at but this is a trick.

An illusion, to get him to reveal his play. You feign like you're attacking first but in reality, you're prompting him to attack sooner than he planned to, which leads to mistakes. These are the advantages you must take. These are the openings you have to create for yourself as the smaller opponent. He will win a physical fight so you have to avoid any competitions of strength. You have to maintain the upper hand and you always do.

That is, until he wraps his arms around you, hugging you. It throws you for a loop. Distracts you. And he fucking knows because the moment you go to hug him back, he hooks your ankles with his foot and releases you from his arms, making you drop flat on the floor on your back. You grimace at the pain of being both tricked and smacked into the wood.

Then, he gets on top of you, pinning your body down against the floor with his own, his breathing as heavy as yours, saying with a vicious tone, "give up, you fucking brat."

"Why would I give up when it's clear I'm winning?" You smile warmly at him.

He scoffs at you. "You're trapped. We both know you don't have the strength to flip me."

"Am I though?" You wonder how his face looks. Are his eyebrows pressed together, furious? You hope so. "Feels pretty flimsy to me, needing to use your whole body to hold down a pretty little mouse. Shows uncertainty. Weakness. I think you're the one without strength."

The Mandalorian fucking growls at you. "I could hold you down with one hand, don't test me."

"I am testing you," your face is so close to his that he must feel every word that comes out of your mouth, "because it looks to me like you're the one in need of self-defense practice."

With a long draw of air, he grabs both your wrists with his hands before pinning them above your head, encompassing them with just one of his. Then, he lifts his body weight off of you.

"Let me see you struggle to break free." His tone is menacing with a deeper ruggedness to it.

"I don't have to struggle to break free." You breathe out against his lips. "I just need you."

Then, you lean up, crashing your lips against his hungrily, like you've been wanting to do this whole time. He doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, to deepen the kiss, to own your fucking mouth with his. You spread your legs so that you can lift them up to wrap around his hips, drawing him into yours. You grind up against him and it's obvious he's hard because the moment your hips meet his, he bites your bottom lip, dragging his teeth over it. He presses into you more, forcing a moan out of your lips against his.

"Give up already." He commands, his voice filled with authority. "You know you want to. This doesn't have to be a struggle."

"Is that all you got? Telling me to give up? If so, this is a poor attempt at a struggle." You laugh in his face. "I bet you're bad at fucking too if you can't even get me to tremble beneath you."

He presses his elbow into your chest, winding you slightly as he does, so he can grip your chin between his fingers, squeezing tightly, "you're going to regret saying that, annoying girl."

"Oh, what a scary Mandalorian." You mock him, pretending to shiver. "Getting all riled up from losing a fight."

"Does it look like you've won?" The rage in his voice is apparent.

"I won the moment I slammed you on the floor and pinned your arms down." You do not waver in the slightest. Instead, you smile. "And I didn't need to use any tricks to do it, unlike you."

That must have been the tipping point because the Mandalorian pulls you up to your feet by your wrists and drags you to the bed, tossing you on it like you're a piece of meat. Then, he demands, "take off your clothes."

"No." You prop yourself up by your elbows. "Be a man and do the work yourself."

"Fine." He presses his big hands against your inner thighs, tugging at your underwear and pants. But, he doesn't pull them off.

No, he rips them off, tossing the fabric like it's nothing. He does the same thing to your shirt, taking your bra with it. You're left completely naked now.

"Spread your legs wider." You don't listen to him and he flicks your nipple in retaliation, making you flinch at the sudden stimulus. "I'm not repeating myself."

When you don't listen, he pinches both of your nipples between his fingers, twisting them. You let out a scream that sounds a lot like a moan. It was a moan, because it felt so fucking good to finally be touched by him again.

"You're already moaning for me. How can you say I'm bad at fucking? I'll make you beg for it." He follows his words by dragging you along the bed, propping you up against him once he's sitting. That's when you realize he's just as naked as you are, your back pressed up against his chest while his hard cock is throbbing against your ass, his legs on either side of you. "Wrap your arms around my neck and stay like that."

You know you shouldn't listen, that you should keep fighting, but then he slides his hand between your legs and your mind goes numb. You can't believe how shaky you got just from the slight touch. You've missed him that much.

"Be a good girl and listen to me." He whispers in your ear, nibbling it lighter. "I'll fuck you just the way you want me to if you do."

You turn your head and you can feel his lips are close to yours. You don't want to fight anymore. You want to kiss him. You want to touch him. You want him.

So, you say the only thing you feel is right at this moment, "fuck me and make me stay with you. Make me feel so good that I never want to leave."

You reach up, touching the stubble along his jaw. You never want to leave. You want to find your eyes. You want to see him. Just once. That would be enough.

"Is that what you want, pretty girl?" His hand caresses your cheek and it's so gentle, like he's showing you his heart in his hand. "Do you want me to make you mine? Because once I do, I'm never letting you go."

"I never wanted you to let me go." You pull his head towards you, needing to feel his forehead against yours, gripping the nape of his neck to play with his curly hair in your fingers. "Don't let me go, please. Fight for me to stay."

"Then, I'll fight the best way I know how to." He breathes out so warmly, so beautifully. "I'll make you come until all you can do is moan my name before passing out from how good it feels to be mine."

"Your name?" Your heart suddenly skips a beat. Is he really going to tell you his name?

"Ask for it and I'll give it to you." He rests his warm hand on the back of your neck, playing with your hair the same way you're doing to him.

Everything about this moment is so soft. His skin against yours, his hair wrapped around your finger, his breaths on your lips. You want him. You want all of him.

"What's your name, my Mandalorian?" You ask as affectionately as you can.

"Din." He lets out in a single breath. "Din Djarin."

"Din." You repeat, the name rolling perfectly off your tongue.

"For our ears only." He instructs and you nod, brushing his nose with your own as you do.

"I'll be sure not to moan it too loud." You finally crack a joke, laughing to yourself immediately afterwards, and he–

Din laughs. It's one huff. Just one. But you feel it, the sharp rise and fall of his chest against your back as he laughs for the first time in front of you. Oh, it's beautiful. It's so fucking beautiful.

You love it.

"I was waiting for you to make a joke. That one was good." You can hear the smile in his voice. "Very funny."

"Am I still annoying then?" You poke his nose with yours, snuggling it a little as you do.

"So fucking annoying." He groans and you shine a big grin at him. "But you're my annoying girl. Are you still mad at me about what happened earlier?"

You shake your head. "Though, you fight like shit."

"I pulled my punch at the beginning." Din says in his blunt tone so you have no idea if he's lying or not. "You would've been knocked out cold if I hadn't."

"Yeah, sure." You emphasize the sarcasm in your tone.

"No more fighting me, pretty girl." He leans in, brushing his lips against yours, ready to kiss you. "All I want is to make you come as much as I can while we have a nice place to do it."

"Then, do you want to start by sharing the refresher with me?" You bite his bottom lip like he had done to you.

"Fuck yes." Din scoops you up into his arms, carrying you back to the refresher.

You both desperately need the shower after all that fighting but you don't know who, though you’re certain it was him, started kissing first but under the steady stream of warm water, you find yourself tongue tied with a very naked Mandalorian. Your hands roam all over his body, trying to map out as much as you can. He's fucking built and you love how he feels beneath your fingers. He pulls you closer to him by your hips, firmly cupping your ass as he grinds his cock against you, making your legs quiver.

"We're supposed to be getting clean." You tell him when he gives your lips a break to kiss your neck.

"Who says I can't make you come and wash up at the same time?" Din is too much right now and you love it. Completely unfiltered, like he's finally opening up to you and showing you his real personality.

He doesn't waste any time, pushing you up against the tiled wall. His hand finds its way back between your legs and you know he can feel how wet you are. You grip onto his shoulders as he pushes two fingers into you without hesitation, driving your ass firmly against the wall as he starts thrusting them, hitting that spot you like way too early. You're going to come too quickly if he keeps it up but he seems to want that.

"Come as much as you want, just save some for my cock." He's making your head spin, though it might just be the steam.

You moan out his name as you come for the first time in days, blissful that you got to learn his name today. It made waiting for this so much more worth it. He moves forward a bit, wanting to lean his chest against yours, so you wrap your arms around him and dig your nails into his back instead as his fingers keep sliding in and out of you.

Your next orgasm hits so quickly after the last and you bathe in the feeling of it. Your whole body is already quivering and you know your legs are going to give out if this persists.

"Let's finish washing up and then you can devour me." You tell him, pressing a kiss on his chest.

You and Din trade between lathering each other with soap or helping rinse off with the handheld faucet. He does, however, tease you with the water pressure, pressing it right up between your legs, making you whimper.

"Someone's nice and clean now." He says as he shuts the water off.

He thankfully gives you the time to dry off as thoroughly as you can before he hauls you over his shoulder to drop you back…on a chair? It's a very soft cushioned chair with nice armrests and good back support but you were very much expecting to be in bed.

Then, you feel him lift your hips up a bit to lay a towel beneath you. Again, confused, until he kneels down in front of you, the sound of his knees hitting the ground causes a jolt of surprise through you. Din spreads your legs open and after a brief moment of silence, he says, "this is exactly what I've been missing for the last ten fucking days."

You clamp your hand over your mouth instinctually as you feel his fingers explore your folds, which are growing so wet with every touch. You bite the back of your hand when he thrusts two fingers into you, spreading them the moment they're inside of you, opening you up wider. Fuck, that's a crazy feeling and you want more of it.

"Patience." It's like he can read your mind. "You'll get your fill after I make you come as much as I want right here first. I want to see you soaking wet."

Now you get why the towels are there. He's going to– "Din!"

You call out to him a bit too loudly, not meaning to shout his name, but he started thrusting his fingers inside of you and then leaned in to use his tongue too. The combination of sensations was insane and your legs are already trembling.

"What?" He's pretending to act aloof, his words coming out so mellow despite how vulgar they are. "Does my pretty girl not enjoy getting her clit licked while my fingers are deep inside of her? Because it feels like you like it very much."

You clench around his fingers as he thrusts upwards towards that spot and you can't handle it from this angle. It's so direct and he doesn't miss it at all. When his mouth joins back in and starts licking and sucking your clit, you lean back in the chair, your orgasm building so rapidly, you don't think you can control it.

"I'm going to–" You grip hard onto the armrests, your orgasm bursting through you. You're practically gushing onto his fingers as they continue their tantalizing treatment, fucking you just right. His mouth starts getting sloppy, his tongue licking all around, like he doesn't want to miss a single taste of you.

"So fucking sweet." He tells you, kissing your inner thighs gently. "Keep coming. Don't hold back."

You're going crazy. You wish you could see what it looks like. His head between your legs, that curly hair of his between your fingers as you grip it tightly, your hand holding him against you so you can grind yourself against his tongue, his fingers diving in and out of you both patiently and ruthlessly, everything making each orgasm more intense than the last.

"Din." His name rolls off your tongue seamlessly each time you come, acknowledging that he's the one giving you all this pleasure.

Your legs buckle every time more wetness squirts out of you uncontrollably with each orgasm, your body reacting exactly the way he predicted it would. He has made you a wet mess again and you wouldn't want to feel any less. You want so much more.

If only you could stay more awake but he has worn you out completely. Every fiber of your being has been touched by pleasure and your body is wrecked. You go limp, sleep wanting to consume you.

You hear Din whisper endearingly, "good girl, sleep well so you can come a lot more tomorrow."

Then, you do exactly that, drifting into such a comfortable sleep.

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Din can't get enough but he stops himself the moment he knows you're very much asleep, pulling his fingers out of you, staring at how swollen you've gotten, wishing it was from his cock and not his fingers. He lays his hand against your folds, stealing some of your wetness so he can stroke his cock with it, imagining how good it will feel to finally fuck you. It doesn't take him long to finish when he's looking at your beautiful body like this. He takes one final pass up your center with his tongue before going to clean himself up and grabbing a towel to help freshen you up before taking you to bed.

Gently, Din carries your tired body to bed, helping you slip into one of his shirts, which you snuggle up into all dreamily. He tucks you into bed, watching how you curl up, so relaxed after having that many orgasms. That's a good girl, that's a happy girl. He rests there for a second, just thankful that everything has been resolved.

That fight you two had sucked. At least the one on the Crest did. The physical fight you two had? All those insults combined with aggression and filled to the brim with lust? Fucking hot. If he wasn't so adamant on ensuring your first time is gentle and painless, he would've happily had rough, angry sex with you, making you beg him to come, taming that fucking brat inside of you.

Next time, there will be a next time, he'll make sure of it. Hopefully it won't be an actual fight backed by genuine feelings but just a playful fight for the sake of fulfilling primal urges. Yes, much better. No more real fights. No more silence. He hates silence. He only wants to hear you moan his name and make those really bad jokes of yours. He'll do whatever he can to keep you feeling good.

When the timing feels right, he leans up to you in bed, kissing the top of your head, telling you softly, "I'll be back soon."

Then, Din gets dressed again to go pick up the kid from the daycare center so you can all have a nice meal together once you wake up from your well-needed slumber. It feels strange wearing everything after having had it off for the longest time by far, especially around someone else. When he gets your eyes back, that'll be the day.

The day he'll let you see all of him.

Until then, the visor stays blacked out and you don’t mind one bit as long as you get to spend time with him. He is looking forward to more days like this with you.

It's a shame that the universe doesn't have the same intentions…and Din never comes back with the kid.

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[falloutjay]

Craig x cheery reader please (a little context: team Craig saved her from a bully, reader secretly thinks Craig doesn't actually care about her and Clyde and her are close but like platonically)

I had such a joy writing this, I just hope it still fits the request, as I am unsure if I hit the prompt.

I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! <3

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Craig x Cheery!Reader

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” You said annoyed.

Why wouldn’t Francis just leave you alone you wondered. You never said anything mean, more like the opposite. You were just a really friendly classmate that never said anything mean to anyone. So why out of all people Francis decided to pick you to bully was a mystery to you.

“I bet you’re only so friendly because in reality, no one loves you.” You decided that just ignoring him would probably be the best course of action, but once you kept quiet, it agitated Francis only more.

He slammed you against the lockers to your right and kept you trapped there. You actually felt terrified. Before anything could happen, a monotonous and nasal voice to your left demanded your attention.

“Francis, you’re blocking my locker.”

“Fuck off Craig, I’m busy.” Behind Craig was his gang, consisting of Clyde Donovan, Token Black, Tweek Tweak, and Jimmy Valmer.

You never really interacted with them, as they just stayed in their small group. “You’re blocking my locker.” Craig repeated. “And I said I don’t-“ Francis couldn’t get any further before Craig shoved him.

“Fuck off asshole. Get lost before we hurt you.” Craig's expression was bored as always and he flipped Francis the middle finger, his trademark.

“This ain’t over (L/N)!” Francis cursed under his breath before he took off. Nervously you turned to Craig and his friends with a big smile stretched across your face.

“Oh, thank you, Craig!” He just shrugged and carefully pushed you aside to get to his locker, which you just were pinned against. “You can’t get pushed around like that Y/N.” Clyde said with worry in his voice.

“I-Its fine, really.” You laughed nervously. “No, it’s not. Clyde is right, you shouldn’t be pushed around like that. Why don’t you sit at lunch with us?” Token now chirped in too and your eyes widened at the proposition. “I’d love too!” You beamed.

It had been ages since that day, and you still thought about that day ever so often. Francis left you alone after that day since you always hung around Craig and those guys now. You had become great friends with the guys, and you were really close with Clyde.

You rested with him next to you on his bed in just this moment. “Whatcha thinking about, Happy?” Happy was a special nickname given to you by Clyde.

You two were born mood makers and could make anyone smile, even the stoic Craig Tucker. “Nothing important. Just thinking about when you guys invited me to come sit with you.”

“Ahh, that was a great day.” Clyde mumbled. It was a regular thing for you and Clyde to just hang out in one of your bedrooms, chilling on the bed, and talk about all kinds of stuff.

“So, how’s it going with Bebe?” You asked him. “Great, thanks for that restaurant tip. She loved it there.”

“I went there with my parents, and I thought you could impress her with it.” You two high-fived, without getting up. You really couldn’t wish for a better friend than Clyde.

“So, how’s your love life going?” Aaand now you hated him. “Ahh, don’t ask. It’s shit.” Clyde furrowed his eyebrows; not like you could see. “Is it really that bad?”

“Yeah.”

“But why?”

“Clyde! You can’t just ask people that!” You said in a whiney tone.

“Ah come on Happy, tell me. I’m your best friend. Who are you gonna tell besides me?” He had a point, you thought. You propped yourself up on one elbow and gave him a death glare.

“If you talk, you’re a dead man, Donovan.” Clyde sat up and leaned on the bedframe.

“I won’t say a word.” You took a deep breath and began explaining. “So, you know…I mean I…ehhh…I kinda like someone from our friends’ group.”

“I’m sorry, Happy, but I’m already taken.” Clyde said in a dramatic fashion. You flipped him the bird, something you copied from Craig but you only used it against Clyde, since he never took it personally.

“No. Not you… Its… I like…Craig, even if I don’t think he cares that much about me.” When you said the name, it was barely more than a whisper, but Clyde still heard it. His grin widened and he seemed hyped.

His hands landed on his cheeks with a faint slapping noise.

“Oh my god. My two best friends wanna bang each other.”

“What.”

“What.” Clyde’s happy expression became a shocked one, once he noticed what he just blurted out. “So, Craig likes me?” You asked confused.

“No! I mean…Yes, but I didn’t say it!” He stressed the “I” in particular. You felt shocked. You always thought Craig didn’t like you all that much, because he was always a little cold to you and he barely interacted with you.

“But I thought he didn’t like me.” Clyde gave himself a facepalm, cursing himself out for having spilled the tea. “Well, since I am already fucked… He does like you and shit. He is just…Bad at showing it. Like, he tries to interact so little with you, because he’s afraid you will notice how you make him blush and shit.”

“I-” You pointed with your finger at yourself. “Make him blush?” You questioned. “Yes, Happy, you do. Didn’t know you’re blind.” He said and you two heard the doorbell. The others had arrived.

You had gone with Clyde immediately after school, while the other wanted to join later for the video game night. Clyde got up from the bed and stopped at his room door.

“I swear, if you snitch on me, I'll kill you. I love you, but I won't hesitate bitch.” He pointed a finger pistol at you and pretended to shoot you. You pretended to get shot and rolled off the bed in a slow and dramatic manner.

You two laughed before Clyde sprinted downstairs to let the others in. You remained on the floor, pretending to be a corpse. When the others came into the room, Token was the one to question what you were doing.

“Clyde shot me.” You explained and pretended to be in severe pain. “Cl-Clyde. Don’t shoot o-our only o-o-other fu-funny friend.” Jimmy mocked him and Clyde pretended to laugh.

“Haha, very funny.” He commented dryly. You got up and sat back down on the bed.

“You can put your sleeping bags down here and then you can help me make your pizza in the kitchen.” Clyde instructed and gave you a wink. You quickly caught onto what he was trying to do and mouthed a big fat “NO.” to him, but he just smiled.

“Ah fuck you, Clyde.” You thought. You loved him to death, but right now he was being an annoying bitch, that tried saving his skin by having you confess so Craig wouldn’t figure out that the brown-haired snitched.

You just kept sitting on the bed, while the guys one by one left the room. Craig was the last one to leave but he stopped once he saw that you stayed on the bed.

“Y/N, don’t you wanna come with us?” He questioned, but you shrugged. “I dunno. Kinda busy thinking about stuff.” You smiled warmly. “Thinking about what?” Craig left the door ajar and stepped back into the room to lean on Clyde’s white Ikea dresser, which was opposite of you.

“I think I wanna ask a guy o-out, but I don’t really know how to do that. Any tips?” You asked in your sweetest and innocent voice. You really prayed that Clyde was correct but why shouldn’t he be.

But there still was this tiny fear in the back of your head that you were gonna make a fool of yourself in a few seconds.

“Well…” Craig seemed to think about it for a second. “Personally, I would just appreciate it if someone would just straight up ask me, you know? This whole playing around shit is stupid if you ask me.” You nodded.

“Hey, Craig?”

“Yeah?” He asked and shifted his gaze from the window to your innocent face.

“Would you maybe go out with me?” You asked and felt like you just lost all ground beneath your feet. For a short second, you felt like you were going to faint.

But once you saw that a faint shade of pink appeared on his face, you felt giddy, the butterflies in your stomach were going wild. Craig cleared his throat, before answering with a red face; “Y-Yeah sure. What about tomorrow? If you want, I’ll walk you home and we can hang out alone.”

You nodded; a big grin spread across your face. “That sounds amazing.” Craig offered you his hand and you stared at it for a second.

“Maybe we should go downstairs. You know…Otherwise, Clyde will choose our pizza toppings.”

“And we don’t want that, do we?” You asked you both laughed. You took Craig's hand and admired how warm it was.

“I’m surprised you like me. I always thought you didn’t care about me.” You whispered. Craig laughed, which caught you by surprise. “I'm just not good at these type of things.” He admitted sheepishly and scratched his neck.

“I guess.” You laughed to make the situation less awkward. Craig started leading you downstairs, not letting go of your hand. In the kitchen you found the others, fighting about their pizza toppings. Clyde was the only one to notice how you both had that light shade of pink lingering on your cheeks and that you held hands.

He smiled brightly and then made space for you two to also make your own pizza. The rest of the night went by peacefully, you guys played video games, snacked food, and talked about stupid stuff. The main entertainment was Jimmy, Clyde and you of course, as you were just the life of every get-together.

Craig watched you and Clyde in glee, as you and Clyde were playing Just Dance together like your life depended on it. He was sooo happy to now have you, someone who could break his stoic façade.

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flashes. (dick grayson x reader)

I’m not really well-versed in DC, at all, but I wanted to give this a shot. let me know what you think! It’s a bit of a mess, so please take this with a grain of salt and some grace. sorry if he feels ooc; I tried my best but I am by no means an expert or even an amateur. please be kind. idk if i’ll write anymore for him, but i wanted to try. it might be trash but it’s out there now xo

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It’s not like Gotham is known for being a walk in the park. The city is all alleys in the middle of the night, dark vapors rising from sewers, and secrets in the shadows. At least, in your experience. 

There were no gated communities or fences to keep the darkness out in the apartment complex you lived in with your family. Only survival and common sense keeps you returning to your bed and food on the table.

So, when your younger (genius) brother is offered a scholarship to Gotham Academy on what feels like a whim, the world shifts. 

When your mother still works, though, it means you are the de-facto adult during the day. Your job keeps your busy in the mornings, hers during the afternoon and night. You’re just getting into learning what it’s like to handle a job and bills of your own, even though you’re still living with your family (part of it is to save money, part of it is because you just don’t want to leave). Your family is the only real home you have ever known. Why leave to only find inadequate housing where you have to worry about your safety and theirs separately?

So, like every month, you swap out of your work clothes, put on your newest (at least 2 years old) pair of jeans on, the only blouse you own that hasn’t faded or stretched or shrunk from countless wash cycles, and grab the bag you’ve stored in its own special place in the cabinet by your family’s loud, old, run-down fridge. 

You chance a ride on the bus, hopeful for no public catastrophes today. You listen to your small, but loved, playlist through the one earbud that works during the ride and you almost want to leap with joy when you step back down on concrete like this is what it is like everyday.

The architecture is a thing to behold. There is no wonder why this is acclaimed as the most prestigious private school in Gotham. Light is everywhere, and it’s like the outside world doesn’t exist. Every month you step on this campus it’s like you’ve never seen it before.

The grounds are meticulously groomed, everything in lines and straight edges. Concrete and nineteenth century buildings both cast heavy, sharp shadows in the late afternoon sun. There are some students lingering about, all grouped up and chattering in their similar uniforms. Compared to public art, haphazard graffiti, and buildings of all shapes and sizes, this place feels foreign. Different. It makes you feel strange and unwelcome; like entering a different world altogether. 

When you enter the pristine, elegant office, the entrance door propped open, there’s two figures you immediately spot: the secretary and the man standing in front of her. Your brother is yet to be found. He’s running late again. 

“Hi, hun, take a seat,” Grace’s sweet voice soothes from her position behind the desk. “He should be here any minute.” The man standing in front and a little to the right of her glances behind for second, casually swiping a look at you, before he turns forward again. 

“Thanks, Grace,” You exhale as you sit down. 

The chairs are nice, soft fabric and cushioned, but small. You so desire to bring up a leg to draw close to you, but it’s impossible without making yourself a human pretzel. And you don’t want to dirty it with your less than perfect shoes so, instead, you chose to bring the bag onto your lap and you pick at your cuticles, resisting to bring your nail to your mouth and chew on it anxiously. 

There’s never been anyone else in here when you’ve come before. Grace can make polite chatter, but then she leaves you in relative silence. It makes you feel anonymous. The man uttering sweet words to the secretary and then glancing at you again before sitting down next to you does not. You stop fidgeting with your hands and intertwine them together instead. 

A flash of the ceiling’s fluorescent lighting on glass against your eyes is what you first get a taste of, then all polish and silver, or something like it, cradling a wrist. The watch looks heavy, expensive. It looks like it could buy your family a newer, safer, apartment in a suburbia far away from here. 

“Hey,” Smooth as honey it drips out, and you are drawn to blue eyes and ebony hair. There’s a softness to his face and his eyes are warm. It would only take an hour, you think before you stop the thought from going any further. An hour to do what? You’re not sure, but the list expands the longer you take him in.

The first thing you ever learned on the streets when you walked by yourself to work was how to be aware, vigilant; on guard. Men were unpredictable creatures who were driven by greed or lust or power, and any of the good ones were swooped up and carried away to better things or dead before any second glances could take place. Or carrying on just fine behind their high fences and impenetrable walls. Just because this one introduces himself first does not mean he has proven otherwise. 

“Hi,” is all you can offer, a quirk of lips to his gesture of kindness.

You glance towards to door before your eyes make their way back to him. The gesture doesn’t offend him. There’s a familiarity to his face, but you decide to not spend time right now trying to figure it out. It already only tells you one thing: this guy is way out of your league. 

Grace gets up from her seat, rounds her desk, and makes her way out of the office, leaving you two alone. You watch her the entire time. 

“You waiting for someone?” 

“Yeah,” You nod even as the word comes out, “My brother.” 

He leans back like he’s got all the time in the world, and there’s a perusal that makes you taste butterflies and gulp down caution at the same time. You wonder if he saw the scuff marks and stains on your worn-out sneakers, or if he notices that you still haven’t had the chance to wash your three-day old hair and that’s why it’s up and back, and that your blouse is definitely from the clearance rack at Goodwill.

“Your favorite one?” 

Out of self-preservation, you try to hide the reaction to the humor you feel, “My only one.”

“I think that’s the same thing.” You almost want to roll your eyes. But there’s a genuineness in his conversation, like he means the words he’s saying to you. Like this isn’t a game. 

“Sure,” You shrug, “You’re allowed to be wrong.” 

“My name’s Richard.” It’s old-fashioned. It’s something you don’t really hear rolled off of tongues in your neck of the woods, that’s for sure. A hand comes out and rests halfway between you and him, and it’s one of the most graceful things you’ve ever witnessed in your entire life. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smile. Your hands stay clasped in your lap. 

“You gotta earn a handshake from my sister,” A voice pops up from the open door way. You swing your head around and watch for a moment as your brother makes his way towards you.

“Hi, J,” Your stand, open your arms wide, bag moved from your lap into one of your hands. His solid presence allows a brief hug before he steps back again. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude--” 

The man sitting next to you has chosen to rise as well and you’re closer than you thought you would be when you turn back to him. You notice now that your height means your eyes literally meet his lips straight on. There’s a curve of a smirk there for a flash of a second before it straightens back out into the smile you saw at first. The rest of your sentence is forgotten. He takes one, two, three steps back.

“You got them all?” The question saves you. Your brother pulls you back to him as you hand him the brown plastic bag. In it? His favorite snacks from the liquor store on the corner (the nearly sold-out, hard-to-come-by ones). 

“Every last one,” Your hands come to his cheeks, turning his face to each side.

You have to reach up now and it strikes you just how much he’s grown even in the past month. You both spend much of your time on the phone with one another. These monthly meetings set-up frequently enough for deliveries and some quick face-to-face time and seldom enough to avoid embarrassment (that’s what he says anyway). 

He brings the chip bag out and holds it up, “You even got these.” 

“Geraldo got them special order just for you.” 

“Tell the old man I said thanks,” He smiles like he’s seven again, spoiled and self-indulgent. “Richard” is still standing behind you and to the side, silent. You can feel his eyes flipping back and forth between the two of you. 

“Of course,” Your hands smooth over his shoulders and brush away imaginary dust. “Mom sends her love and says she’ll try and call you on her lunch in a few hours.” 

“Yeah, I know. I’ll make sure I answer.” 

“Thank you.” You exhale an affectionate sigh. 

Avoidant loner that your brother can be, there’s a reason you both want him here. He’ll be able to do the things you only dreamed of when you were his age. And one day, hopefully, you’ll all be out of this hellhole, onto better things. 

“I gotta go, but thanks for these. Even though you should be saving every penny,” He chides, holding up a finger like his words are somehow a threat. 

“Okay,” You chortle like you wouldn’t give everything up for your brother in a heartbeat. There’s another quick hug before he’s looking back at the man behind you, who is still standing there like some sort of stealth ninja. 

“Like I said man,” He nods and there’s something in his face that changes as he looks at “Richard”, “You gotta earn it.” 

It’s with those parting words that he begins to walk out. You stay stock still for a second before you leap after him, “I wanna hear all about what happened last week with Cara tomorrow on the phone!” 

Your brother, a mile away already on longs legs, shouts something indistinguishable back at you from down the hallway, his figure turning a corner.  

“Who’s Cara?” The voice brings your back to reality. 

You sweep your palms against your jeans and turn back to face the man with a three-piece suit and a watch that probably costs more than 20 years of your salary. Oh God. 

“This girl my brother asked out the other week. I bribed him with some of his favorites so he would tell me what went down.” You shrug your shoulders, not worried about spilling the tea about your brother’s romantic life. 

“Does he know that?” His arms seem to relax a little more and you think you could stare at him all day. 

“Eh,” You say, creeping back towards the open door. Your small crossbody bag is already on you and there’s no reason to sit back down. Richard follows you as you, apparently, both start to make your exit from the office. Nothing about it feels unnatural. “Sometimes you got to persuade instead of demand.” 

“Ha,” There seems to be something you are missing based on the way his mouth curves and his eyes spark, “That’s the truest thing I’ve heard in a long time.” 

“You’re welcome. That’s the only one that comes for free!” Your arms swing back and forth. “Anything else is gonna cost you.” 

The hallways usually feel like a labyrinth here, but you don’t feel lost this time. 

“What forms of payment do you accept?” You pretend to be thinking, but really you’re just glancing between the different features of his face. You’re not sure you’ve ever met someone like him. You’re not sure you ever will again.  

“The bank’s closed right now, actually,” The wariness is back. This guy walks like he’s used to treading on perfectly paved gold streets in his shoes. All you’ve ever known is cracked cement and rusted pipes that burst underground. “But I think it’ll be back up and running soon.” 

He doesn’t falter and there’s no anger or hurt in his expression at the metaphorical rejection. Instead, it looks something like silent patience. Maybe even acceptance. This guy could totally not be interested and you could just be being (too) ambitious. The door to the open courtyard, and your way home, is already before you both. 

“It was nice meeting you Richard,” You say as you begin to take steps forward. Your hands nervously hold the strap across your torso. You take a few more steps before his words turn your head back to him. 

“You can call me Dick,” He says with ease. The tone makes you feel like he’s speaking a language you don’t really understand. His blue eyes seem like they’re on fire; a contradiction, you know. There’s something about him that almost makes you catch your breath. You’ve never been been winded by just looking before. 

“Maybe I’ll see you around.” You offer, hands squeezing your bag strap. 

“I look forward to earning that handshake next time!” He calls out when you’re several feet away. 

I think you’ll earn a lot more than that, you almost say, but refrain. 

Instead, you wave back to him once before making your way out of the courtyard, caught between staring at your shoes and looking ahead to make sure you’re going to right way. You smile and daydream the entire bus ride home. Blue becomes your favorite color. 

[hes-writer]

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* Unwavering (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) - 6.5k, the one where harry cheats (again)

"Right. Maybe we can go out tonight to grab some dinner," She suggested, a hopeful glint in her eyes and he almost felt guilty for putting her on the back burner of his mind. "I really have to go, baby," Peeking his head around her frame, he spotted the untouched toast and apple juice resting on where he should be. "I'm sorry."

^ + Roommate Series (3) (4) (5) (6) - 9.8k, the one where harry and y/n are roommates

He sighed, “I finished my coffee ages ago. I was just waiting for you to finish studying so we could leave together and go home,” Y/N dropped her fingers from his wrist, slouching the slightest bit as butterflies attacked her stomach. “Don’t look at me like that. I just wanted you to get home safe,” He nudged her forehead with the ball of his palm, his face contorting to annoyance.

^ + Notes on Camp (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) - 16.5k, the one where harry and y/n are camp counsellors

Y/N looked around to be met with puckered lips and clenched hands as the campers practically requested for her to kiss their favourite counsellor. Wide, hopeful stares were willing her to commit.

“Alright, alright,” She bent her upper body to reach his cheek, licking over her lips once before pressing it on his skin. It was only a quick peck and then she pulled back. He stayed unmoving.

Jacky and Emy poked their finger at him on opposite sides. His cheek dimpling with their small indents. “Maybe you should do it again?”

* Friends Don't (1) (2) (3)- 3k, the one where lines are crossed

“It’s Harry Styles fanfiction on Tumblr,” She suggested a conversation, shyly smiling in embarrassment. “I can see that,” He murmured, using his thumb to scroll through the rest of the story, “It’s . . . interesting. People write these about me?” His retort made the situation seem like an utter surprise.

* Digress, Progress, Regress Series - 5k, the one where harry falls out of love

Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.

Tickle Fights (1)  - 1.2k, the one where bff!y/n teases harry about his boner

“What’s going on here, Harry?” The light tone of her voice indicated that she was teasing him, paired with the subtle movements of her lower half. Harry whined in response, feeling the blood rush downwards to make him even stiffer. “Does this feel good? Got hard over me straddling you, huh?” It was almost degrading, the way Y/N formed her question yet Harry couldn’t help a whimper from lingering in the air. He nodded, hands sliding down to grip at her moving hips.

Real Mature (1)  (2)  - part two is patron exclusive! - 603 words, the one where bff!harry and y/!n fight

“You shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for being bitter about you and Ruby,” She rested her forearms on his shoulders in a slant when he stood to his full height. “I know you’re happy with her,” Harry gave her a shy smile that confirmed his words. Ruby is someone special to Harry now and Y/N had to learn how to share his time, attention, and affection. “I reckon I’m just missing you a lot more now,” Y/N’s tone was sad and despondent, trailing her gaze to the floor where she almost chuckled at Harry’s fuzzy bunny slippers which she had gotten him.

^ Fine Line Series: Adore You - 1.1k the one where harry and y/n are friends with benefits

Still, with her back against the wall and Harry’s fingers still gripping her hips—she waited for his response. I told you I loved you. Say it back, Y/N thought. “I love her, Y/N,” He mumbled against her neck in a drunken stupor. So close.

Kinkmas Blurbs (1 - 7) - 4.6k, the one where it’s all smutty

Maybe it was the way that his jaw ticked harshly every time he threw his head back at a particularly good stroke. You wondered what he was imagining that had him bucking his hips to his fist before realizing that the movements would probably cause you to wake up. Still, his hooded lids didn’t peel open—not until a core shaking fondle of his heavy balls forced a choked whine out of his throat.

Harry’s neck snapped to your figure, catching the way you looked at him as if you were in distress that he wasn’t cumming anytime soon—not when you were there, willing and able to help.

“Fuck, love. ‘M sorry,” He mumbled, not stopping the flicks of his wrist. In fact, you swore that you could hear the squelching of his clear pre-cum squishing between his fingers.

The Secretary (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 11k, the one where harry is the CEO and y/n is the assistant (cheating fic)

Two months ago, Y/N unburied a not-so-hidden secret that Harry tried to bury. Two months ago, Y/N walked in on her boyfriend and his secretary fucking on his office table. Two months ago, Y/N experienced everything from pain and discomfort, to disappointment and being scornful. She threaded the line of confronting him or waiting for the day he came forward and admitted it himself. There was a desire for Y/N to see Harry sweat beneath her beady eyes, watching him scratch the back of his pants in a nervous manner. She wanted to hear him stutter as he spat an excuse, she yearned to see him pleading with his gorgeous green eyes for her to stay.  Y/N craved for his throat to close up, whimpers choked from his trachea because he was losing his stability as she walked away from him.

(s) Tension (1) (2) - 5.3k, the one where harry and y/n hate each other

“S’that why you hate me so much?”

His fingertips tapped his thigh methodically, crumpling a faint thud against his jeans. With how close they were sitting, Y/N’s bare knee brushed against his clothing. A burn of desire and anticipation lit inside of her like a dose of gasoline another in a flaming hot fire.

Harry shook his head, “Don’t hate you."

Champagne Problems- 4.4k, the one where marriage is a sensitive topic, the 1 - coming soon!

The freshly popped bottle of champagne poured into the flute on the table beside her bubbled and simmered, the sizzling reaction of the golden liquid ignited a moment of realization within her. The reason why her body felt more weighted, why tears filled her glazed eyes, pricking her corneas and threatening to spill down her face. Y/N’s heart had cracked–she was certain that everybody around her could hear it.

One Shot

(s) Achy Back - 813 words, the one where harry draws y/n a bath

A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken shower hours prior.

A Letter to the Man I’ve Loved - 1.5k, the one where harry receives a letter from his ex

Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about ‘what had been’ when she can think about ‘what could have been’ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.

Renegade - 981 words, the one where harry and y/n do a tiktok dance

“What are y’doing?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath.

“Uh, what are you doing?” You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker.

(s) Drop the Towel - 644 words, the one where harry does the ‘drop the towel’ challenge

You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, “Ooh, hi there,”

He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, “Oh my god! There are people out there, Harry!” You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.

All I Ask - 2.2k, the one where feelings aren’t mutual

“I don’t want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because we’ll have nothing left but I am,” A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they weren’t. They’ve changed over the span of one night. “All we have is tonight,”

Little Prince - 583 words, the one where 7-year-old harry takes care of his best friend

“Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I swear I wasn’t mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?” Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.

Stressed Out - 1.8k, the one where y/n has a huge term paper due

“What d’ya mean I don’t get it?” He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.

A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, “You’re not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,”

Valentine’s Day - 1.5k, the one where harry runs into trouble and y/n is there to save him

“Shit! Are you crazy?” Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h —cursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.

“Keep driving!” The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.

Dream With Me - 1.3k, the one where y/n has trouble sleeping

Harry’s admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/N’s body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe with me,” She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black.

Pet Name - 1.2k, the one where bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name again

His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itself–golden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyone’s needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.

Harry was honey.

Shave - 768 words, the one where harry helps y/n shave her coochie

She sniffles some more, “I’m trying to shave, H. It’s so itchy but I-I can’t reach down there,”

Y/N began to sob. The rattle of the razor clanking on the bathtub floor where she sat her bum on the edge. Her baby bump was causing her to teeter over the porcelain which urged Harry to swiftly plant his hands on her to keep her steady.

“I’m so huge! I’m the size of a house,” Y/N palmed the crest of her bump, rubbing it loosely as she admired the stretched skin yet slightly wishing that it would disappear and she was holding their baby in her arms instead.

(s) Don’t Worry, Darling - 1.5k, the one where y/n rides harry

He slipped down the headboard, resting his back flat on the mattress with Y/N sliding with him. She positioned her feet to rest near his knees, wrapping their limbs together so she could have some sort of sanity whilst Harry incepted on his shattering thrusts. Feet were planted on the mattress to give his lower half elevation to propel his hips against Y/N’s core. Harry’s fingers left white marks on her skin, gripping the plush flesh and essentially spreading Y/N open as he rapidly shoved his dick over and over inside of her with no signs of slowing down. He staggered for a few moments when her pulsing core emitted dazing throbs over his leaking cock but Y/N was quick to duplicate and resume the pace he had set with the movement of her hips.

To Be Loved - 2.3k, the one where y/n’s feelings are more than friendly

“I love you. Don’t you love me back?”

Harry’s eyes visibly widened, clearly taken aback by the question spewing from Y/N’s mouth. Her heat cheeks and a shy stance; knees knocking against his knobby ones while her dainty hands interlaced her fingers.

Revelation - 2.1k, the one where famous!y/n and harry are spotted together (pre-relationship)

Before there were Harry and Y/N--the power couple--there was Harry and Y/N.

Y/N, who was one of the most sought after female artists in the industry because of her angelic voice. The woman who had managed to catch the lingering stares of every household and the ears of many listeners with her truthful songs; narrative from the experiences she had gone through and shared through the art of songwriting.

Harry, who was quite the artist for the night. Harry’s limbs were being pulled metaphorically every which to ensure that the cameras captured him clapping respectfully in the audience. Others were asking him to stay for a bit more time backstage for content for an upcoming video. Right now, he was sat in his uncomfortable chair beside a handful of producers and well-known singers. A brief hug and whisper with Ariana Grande were enough for their fans to implode about a possible collaboration, granted that Harry had written a song for her album before. But Harry was certain that that feature wasn’t coming for a long while.

Apple Cheeks - 1.1k, the one where harry says something and y/n isn’t listening

Clearing his throat, he began, “I love you, Y/N. And I know that it might be too soon considering how short our relationship has been so far but I-I really do have strong feelings for you,”

Harry dropped his gaze as soon as he managed to peel off the first three words from his hoarse throat. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted to let you know that I really care for you and me. I definitely something for us in the future and I hope you feel the same,”

Dreadful seconds shivered up Harry’s spine. His stare was still fixed on her shuffling feet and the floor. It was painful to hear nothing but silence so Harry decided to courageously lift his head up.

Affliction - 1.5k, the one where Harry breaks down (TW: depressive thoughts)

It wasn’t even that Harry did not know how to say ‘no’ because he truly did. However, anyone would be worn-out by the amount of exhaustion carried on his back. That cold shudder of loneliness--even when he wasn’t alone-- because nobody shared the experience of defeat with him. The twitch of his ears straining to listen when nobody would do the same for him. A subtle jerk of the corners of his lips because he could not keep the smile plastered on his face like paint chipping off the drywalls. The flutter of tired lids waiting to be shut tightly as tears were wrung from his green eyes, lashes tickling his skin underneath the violent colour of his eye bags.

From the Dining Table - 748 words, the one where y/n’s new boyfriend looks a lot like harry

Y/N wondered if her former lover shared the same thoughts as she did. The girl that he woke next to—was she still there? Did they share the bed together—not just in the morning—but the nights as well? If so, did Harry love her like he did with Y/N? Or was he just pretending to be okay like she was?

Blanket for Two - 990 words, the one where y/n kicks harry out of bed

And now, Harry was in bed with the woman he loves. Her light snores echoing in the dim room and he was staring up at the ceiling, shivering in his bones. If she were awake, Y/N probably would have made a snide, joking comment about how he shouldn’t sleep naked, especially in the winter.  Not like she didn’t do that either--she was practically naked with the thin camisole over her body.  The difference was that Y/N had an extra layer of blanket keeping her warm, shielding her skin from the night air and Harry only had the friction of his palms rubbing against his arms.  He was sure that he was a hint away from his teeth chattering. Harry had half the mind to dip his freezing feet beneath the blanket and jolt her awake with the change in temperature.

That’ll show her, he thought.

Around 1:32 - 3.2k, the one where y/n has a wet dream

“What?” Harry spat, tugging his shirt over his head, waiting for you to form a coherent excuse. “‘Think that jus’ because you woke up horny from a dream that y’can touch yourself? What a slut.  Are you that desperate?”

Your cheeks flamed at his words of degradation, doubling your arousal and one that had you smushing your thighs together to relieve the ache. You rolled your eyes as he continued his rant instead of using the time to keep you satisfied.  That was his job, wasn’t it? To make you cum and make you feel nothing but pleasure, yet here he was shaming you for touching yourself. Granted, you did it without his permission and done so while he was asleep beside you, but still.

“Wouldn’t have touched myself if you treated me well.”

+ Stories in My Eyes - 1.2k, the one where dad!Harry gets woken up in the middle of the night

And while he liked to think that he had gotten the hang of—quite literally— his kid dangling on his leg like some sort of koala, pulling on his hair every time he gave Beau a piggy back ride, and the random visits late at night where the small child would stand at the doorway with his teddy bear so quietly only to say, “Can I sleep with you and mumma?” He was not at all prepared for tonight’s’ events.

+ Feather Boa - 1.5k, the one where harry comes home after the Grammys

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Oh, stop that!”

“Stop what?” Harry nudged the strap of his custom tote bag higher on his shoulder.

“You just won a Grammy, you goose!”

Harry’s gaze softened, endeared at how happy Y/N was for him. She was jumping on the tips of her toes, hands clasped in front of her as she stared at him with admiration and awe.

(s) Roughed Up - 2.8k, the one where harry’s domestic and y/n’s mind wanders

You whimper in return, almost collapsing straight on his body when Harry uses your body to move you up and down his cock. His curls flop on the soft pillow beneath his head, sweat matting the tiny hairs to his face. The way he looks at you with such intensity and a certain kind of awe as if he couldn’t believe that this was really happening is rewarding. Hooded eyes observing how your body twitches in his grip, gasping at how strong he felt underneath you like you were merely a ragdoll to be played wit

Pudding Cups - 1k, the one after harry steals food from the kitchen (Notes on Camp Extras)

“So is it common practice for counsellors to steal food from the kitchen?”

Harry lifts his head up at inquiry, shifting his attention from gently taking out the contents of the reusable bag towards Y/N.  She was laying on his mattress, flat on her back as she stared at the wooden ceiling.  If she looked closely, Y/N was sure that his light bulb was flickering the tiniest bit and usually, she would’ve been freaking out over the fact that she was in the middle of the woods, hovering over a potential power cut.  But the fear subsided once she reminded herself that Harry was around.

“Hopefully not,” He muses with a suggestive eyebrow.

Drabbles:

(s) Drabble #1: Fratboy!Harry - 469 words, the one where y/n meets fratboy!harry at a party

Y/N snapped her head towards the member. When she applied for the rush, she didn’t expect that she would have to sleep with someone in order to officially join the sorority.  “What? Why him?

Sadie chuckled, sensing the panic in her voice. “Don’t worry, Harry’s nice. Besides, everybody does it,” She swirled her drink around, mixing the liquids together. Her lashes draped over her cheeks, almost touching the apples. “Are you in?”

Drabble #2: Asshole!Harry - 848 words, the one where harry cheats

You were calm, silent, and patient to see where he would take the conversation. Guilt was not present when you stood face to face in a battle of tranquility that pierced through your heart. His eyes gleamed in concealed smugness while his tongue curled in endless apologies. You knew him too well that he didn’t even stand a chance to hide his true intentions. But to Harry, you were a naive little girl that failed to acknowledge the difference between his acting and the truth.

(s) Drabble #3: Tease - 1.4k, the one where harry teases y/n

Harry plunged two fingers in her hole carefully, biting his lip to suppress the sound he was bound to release from the feeling of her wet walls suffocating his digits. He delivered punctual thrust, making sure to graze her sensitive spot to heighten her arousal. “Harry,”

He stepped back abruptly, pulling his fingers out and creating distance between them. “We have dinner to get to,”

(s) Drabble #4: Dessert - 1.7k, the one where y/n makes dinner but harry wants dessert

His thoughts were always about her no matter how hard he tried not to. And the fact that she took the time out of her day to prepare him something that he will enjoy; well, Harry’s heart just about swelled up to three times the size in his thumping chest.

She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, “No way! I spent all day cooking and you’re not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,”

He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, “Your pussy’s top tier, baby.” Harry ‘tsked’ his tongue, “If yeh didn’t know that already, then I’m doing a horrid job,”

(s) Drabble #5: Mine - 579 words, the one where harry is obsessed with y/ns tits

But he couldn’t exactly do that when all Harry wanted to do was do her. The smooth skin was supported by a navy blue push-up bra; he could tell by the lace mesh that he could see peeking out. It gave Y/N every favour because Harry was trying so hard not to let saliva pool in his mouth and drip out in a line of drool, his eyes widening with each movement she made with her arms, jostling her boobs a little bit here and there.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Y/N waved her arms to catch his attention. A frown creased her brows as he blinked sluggishly before finding enough coherence to recognize that she was trying to talk to him.

(s) Drabble #6: Early Mornings - 1k, the one where harry thinks y/n is prettiest in the morning

“Get to see ya’ when you’re most beautiful,” Harry tickled his nose on hers, smiling at the way the feature scrunched up as she giggled. He groaned at the contractions her walls gave while her tummy flipped in gentle laughter. “Oi! What’s so funny?” He smushed her face with kisses, pausing his thrust halfway through which had her whining.

Drabble #7: Getaway - 952 words, the one where harry is always cold in the mornings

"Y/N, have you taken my purple bathrobe?"

“No,” Y/N tugged the lavender coloured fabric by the sleeves first. Then, by the lapels draping over her chest, drawing them tighter to block the gust of wind currently caressing Harry’s floppy curls.

Twisting his body, a knowing look overtook Harry’s face as Y/N exited the cabin door. The sheepish smile on his lover’s face granting all the information he needed for this morning’s chilly inception.

There she was, clad in the said purple bathrobe.

Drabble #8: A Little Chilly - 451 words, the one where harry sleeps on the couch

“‘S my bed. Dunno why Lydia can’t jus’ stay on the couch,”

“It’s Y/N!” She wailed, walking closer to the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Dear, we didn’t know that you were coming home,” Anne tried reasoning with him, not seeing the gravity of the situation as Harry was making it out to be.

Text Messages:

Text Messages #1 - ‘would you love me if I was snail?’

Text Messages #2 - ‘did you know we had a quiz today?’

Text messages #3 - ��did you steal my hoodie?’

Notes/Behind the Scenes

Notes: Tarnish

Notes: Stressed Out

[buckysdolls]

Red Dress

One Shot- Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N- So I listened to Taylor Swift’s ‘Wildest Dreams’ whilst writing this an it gave me the inspiration for the whole concept of the fic, certain lyrics represent a certain memory in the reader and Bucky’s relationship. Sorry if it’s not your music taste but I hope you still read it and like it <3

Summary- The reader recalls her memory’s with Bucky as she struggles to cope with his loss due to the snap heard around the world…

Warnings- fluff, sadness, loss, happy ending tho <3

‘I thought, "Heaven can't help me now"

Nothin' lasts forever

But this is gonna take me down

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well’

You’d heard of Bucky, Steve shared multiple happy memories of the times he and Bucky spent together. He only ever painted Bucky in a positive light, Steve always described him as funny, a man of honour and his hero. So, seeing Bucky for the first time was strange, he looked so tired, drained of happiness… worn out. Steve had asked you to join his cause, and you agreed with Steve, the Avengers only ever meant to be helpful and you truly believed in the cause.

“Steve” You heard Sam shout out catching your attention, both you and Steve rushed to the next room where Sam had been keeping an eye on Bucky. You stood with your arms folded over your chest and watched on as Bucky began to stir from a deep slumber. Your heart ached as you watched him, you couldn’t explain it in that moment as to why but apart of you wanted to help him, even if you we’re never going to see him after this. His hair that draped an inch from his shoulders hung over his face, covering his drooping eyes that were starting to open. The stubble on his face hugged his perfectly carved jawline. Though dishevelled he was handsome, an instant attraction had your eyes burned onto him, his bad boy image had your stomach twisting as if butterflies were fluttering all over. Your attraction to this man wasn’t going to end well and you knew it. You watched him look around, his eyes settled on you and all you could do was curve the corners of your lips and smile. He grabbed the metal contraption that was crushing his metal arm, keeping him in place. He looked over again recognising Steve.

“Steve?” his voice was groggy and rough, but soft you could hear the fear and pain in his voice.

“Which Bucky am I talking too?” Steve questioned slowly approaching Bucky, Steve had informed you of the situation Bucky had found himself in, the trauma he’d been through. You found yourself watching intently to watch Bucky’s reaction.

“Your mom’s name was Sarah”

You watched as Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

A small smile crept on the face of Bucky as if he started to remember something.

“You used to wear newspapers in your shoes” Steve knew that he was talking to his Bucky. You watched on as Steve explained to Bucky the trouble he’d caused; your heart sank watching Bucky beat himself up over it.

“It’s nothing we can’t fix together” Your voice was quiet out of kindness as you tried to lift Bucky’s mood, Steve turned to look at you with a smile as Bucky nodded.

“She’s pretty” Bucky mumbled as he motioned his head to you.

“Definitely our Bucky in there” Steve chuckled as he looked over to you. You tried to hide biting your lip as Steve turned to you replacing it with a quick smile, trying to remain silent.

“It’s one of the nicer views I’ve woken up too recently” Bucky moaned as his head fell backwards trying to regain feeling in his body. Steve released him as you and Steve helped him stand up allowing him to control his balance. He was so tall and heavy from his muscular body. The feeling of his flesh hand holding onto you electrocuted you as you looked up from his hand to him. He’d felt it too, the lingering look he gave your hand that clutched onto him before looking into your eyes was magical. Looking into your sparkling eyes made his eyes glimmer the slightest, his face loosened as you watched him try to understand the feelings that were flowing through his veins.

This was the first of many moments you shared with Bucky and you’d never forget what his first words to you were. “She’s pretty”

‘Say you'll remember me

Standin' in a nice dress

Starin' at the sunset, babe’

Steve had trusted you to look out for Bucky in Wakanda as he underwent special treatment. The time you’d spent together was lovely. Watching Bucky flourish in his new surroundings was something you’d never seen before. How one man, so disturbed had grown into a man who could now enjoy a simple, stress free life. He’d confided in you one night, thanking you for showing him the path to happiness in Wakanda and for looking out for him. Never giving up. Once he received his new arm his confidence improved. Time had passed on, you and Bucky were constantly around each other, he wanted you with him, so he knew you were safe, though you were there for Bucky, Bucky felt things he hadn’t felt in the longest time. The thought of loosing the one person who believed in him was devastating…

“What are these?” you pointed to yellow tulips that were sitting in a vase in the middle of the small table that sat in the kitchen.

“Flowers you dummy” Bucky replied as he came up behind you, the hairs on your skin dances as his hands fell on your shoulders with gentle squeezes almost massaging. You loved how traditional Bucky still was, though times had changed, and he’d been through hell and back he always found a way to be a gentleman.

“Why did you get flowers?”  You turned to face Bucky who was wearing a nice shirt and shorts with a grin on his face. Though your eyebrows were furrowed that quickly changed once the palm of his hand rested on your right cheek.

Bucky had fallen for you the moment he’d seen you, the moment your words left your mouth was the uplift he needed. You were the reason he knew he needed to get better. You were going to be one to bring him back to life and give him a heart filled with love and affection. The moment he felt your hand in his… he knew. He knew that everything he was going to go through was for you.

Your cheek melted into the palm of his hand as you let your head rest. You wet your lips biting them in the process trying to hold back a smile. Though you and Bucky had never really spoken about the relationship you two had grown, you were always falling asleep in each other’s arms, always laughing together. Giving each other tiny bouts of affection…a kiss on the cheek, a kiss on the top of your hand, a kiss on the forehead before you both lingered touching foreheads enjoying the intimacy.

“Put on a nice dress.”

“Huh?”

“You have an hour to get ready. We need to head out before the sun goes down. No more questions… trust me”

You took your hour to make sure you looked and felt pretty. Your dress was the colour of red roses with tiny white flower patterns, the dress was tight but comfortable as it hugged your curves and the sweetheart neckline lifted your bust, the sleeves hung halfway down your arms as the sleeves rippled. You made your way downstairs to find Bucky holding out his arm for you to hold on to going down the last couple steps of the house you stayed in together. He gently let you go, turning you around and placing his hands over your eyes, you giggled as he did so.

“Bucky? What are you doing?”

“Just walk forward Y/N. I’ll lead you.” You slowly walked forward without your sight everything felt silent just both of your breathing filled the atmosphere. After what seemed ages but was only seconds Bucky spoke.

“I’m going to remove my hands, but keep your eyes closed!”

You squeezed shut your eyes, to stop yourself from peeking, the urge to quickly open them lose them was high. The noise of a door sliding open made you raise your eyebrows. Bucky’s footstep worked their way back to you, the touch of his hands back over your eyes made you jump but smile, you couldn’t hide your excitement. He instructed you to walk again then warned you to take small step down. You felt the cool evening air hit your skin and you could feel the slight breeze of wind dance in your hair. Bucky stopped you and stepped away then slowly allowed you to open your eyes.  Bucky was sat on a plethora of blankets and pillows surrounded by picnic food and prosecco. He was smiling his devilishly handsome smile that killed you inside whenever he did it. You took in the view of Wakanda, realising the sun was going down, he patted the ground motioning for you to sit next to him. You were pleasantly surprised and in awe of how perfect Bucky and the whole set up was. You took a seat next to him as you both looked at each other.

“You like it?”

“Like it Bucky? I love it!” You whispered in wonder. You felt the same feeling in your stomach as you did the first time you met Bucky, those damned butterflies. Bucky pulled you closer by your waist scotting you closer to him, his arm laid across your shoulder.

“You looking amazing Y/N” He didn’t look at you when he said it and he took a huge breath of air before saying it, the hesitation in Bucky’s voice was prominent but you could tell it was his nerves.

“Are you nervous Bucky?” You turned your body slightly to face him with a huge smile, realising how shy Bucky was suddenly being. Bucky scrunched up his face before shaking his head then nodding his head and shaking it again. You laughed at his playful yet honest expression.

“Why are you nervous?”

“A beautiful girl, who’s been there for me since I can really remember, a breath-taking sunset… I’m a little nervous”

“You’re the Winter Soldier Bucky…”

“That maybe so but I’m never going to forget seeing you walk down those stairs in this unbelievably amazing dress! I’ll remember you in this dress for the rest of my life”

“I really look that good huh?” You smirked, bumping your body against his, you watched as Bucky gave you a chefs kiss.

You and Bucky enjoyed the rest of the evening as the dusky sunset turned to night, by the end you were wrapped in blankets, settled in between Bucky’s legs, his arms draped over your shoulder talking about everything and anything.

 ‘His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

And his voice is a familiar sound

Nothin' lasts forever

But this is gettin' good now’

The door slammed behind you both, though it didn’t distract you. Your mouth clung onto his, every inch of your mouth exploring each other’s. Bucky had you held up against him one arm wrapped around your waist, his hand holding your neck and his other hand tangled in your as you both moaned pulling on it occasionally as he was feeling the pleasure. Each movement of your lips moving in sync feeling deeper and more passionate. Your legs were locked and wrapped around his waist, not wanting to part from his body. His lips left your as he began kissing your neck making you fling your head back enjoying the sweet pleasure of his kisses. The passionate exchange resorted to your bedroom, you stood in front of him as he looked down at you… you were both fully clothed just looking at each other, smiling as you both knew this is what you wanted. he was blown away by your natural beauty and the confidence you exhibited, he leaned down and began to lift your dress, slowly, he was enjoying watching every inch of you be revealed to him, you lifted your hands to allow the dress to come up over your head. Bucky let the dress slip from his hands before undoing the clasp of your bra, the sensual touch of his fingertips on your back made you crave him so much, you wiggled out your underwear, the whole time your eyes never left one another. It was your turn, the pads of your fingers made Bucky moan and smirked as you let your fingers trace up the sides of his core as you lifted his vest up and over. You let your hands fall flat on his chest, lapping up his picturesque physique, as you did this he unbuckled, stepping out of his jeans and boxers. The silence that filled the room as you both looked at each other’s body was fulfilling until you both broke it immediately crashing into each other, reigniting your passionate exchange, Bucky laid you down on the bed, his lips trailed from your lips, along your neck, down your stomach and along your thighs. You moaned arching your back at every kiss, your nails digging into the flesh of his back. You begged him to give you everything and he did. That night of passionate, loving and playful sex was stunning. You were laid in his arms, his lips placing kisses on your head, his finger stroking your bare shoulder. Life was good.

It’s a shame it wouldn’t last forever…

  ‘And when we've had our very last kiss

But my last request is

Say you'll remember me’

Being reunited with the team after a while was amazing, seeing everyone faces gave this horrific situation a glimpse of happiness. The team didn’t have time to enjoy a reunion or even begin to understand the fact you and Bucky had become a coupe. You all stood on the earth of Wakanda which was now a battlefield. You were Avenger’s it was your job to protect people, and in order to protect those people it was time to protect Vision from Thanos. You watched as these creatures slowly tried to enter through the barricades Wakanda has put up to protect the place. Bucky’s flesh arm was wrapped around your waist as you stood together, his hand settling on your hips. His metal arm holding his most prized weapon. Your arm rested up his back slowly stroking the hairs on his neck. You both didn’t say anything in this moment, you just held onto each other. It was better left unsaid, anything that would be said would hurt more if something happened to either of you. You listened to the plan and saw the barricades come down slowly. You both turned to each other, as a single tear dribbled down your cheek. His thumb wiped it away as he moved your hair over your shoulder letting his hand settle on your neck. You rolled your lips and closed your eyes not wanting to let go of this moment. He couldn’t help but pull you in for a passionate kiss wanting to feel your body against his, your soft sweet lips, giving him hope and love. Pulling away breathless he mouthed ‘I love you’ before running into battle… your heart stopped momentarily as you too found yourself running into battle amongst everyone else.

During the fight you never realised it would be your last kiss… the last time you’d feel Bucky’s hands roam your body, the last time you’d feel his scratchy beard against your skin, the beard you’d grown to love as it tickled your skin whenever he’d kiss you.

Watching Thanos snap his fingers you felt a freezing breeze sweep over you as you laid on the ground feeling broken. You coughed up blood, the pain of broken bones washing over you.

“Steve. Y/N” Your eyes shifted from Thanos to Bucky who appeared from around the corner, a smile appeared on your lips seeing Bucky still alive though clearly riddled with PTSD and pain, his eyes were cold with fright. The smile faded as you began to watch pieces of Bucky begin to rip away and float to the ground in tiny pieces. Your eyes widened in shock unable to comprehend what you were seeing. Steve picked you up along the way as he ran to Bucky, catching him before falling to his knees, pieces of him were slipping through both of your fingers.

“Your red dress… I remember. I’ll see you again” Bucky’s words faded out as he was no longer there. He was gone. Vanished as if he was never alive in the first place. You screamed out in pain, those butterflies in your stomach had crashed into each other and died.

“Bring him back Steve” You cried to him slapping your hands on his chest. Steve cradled as you both watched people fade away into nothingness.

“Bring him back Steve, right now!” You continued to sob your slaps becoming punches repeatedly.

As your cried in pain all you could think about was the first night Bucky had told you how he truly felt about you, that night you watched the sunset, wrapped up in each other bodies.. the night you wore that nice red dress.

 ‘Say you'll see me again’

5 years had accumulated to his moment… and if it didn’t work, there was no more hope left on this fucking planet you thought. Your thoughts raced about how different your life could have been if Bucky was here, would you be married… would you be a mom? All these options were ripped away from you. You wouldn’t move on, there was no moving on from Bucky. Though Steve encouraged you to do so it was impossible, you reminded Steve that Bucky would never give up on him giving Steve the reality check he needed.

Watching Hulk snap his fingers made your heart stop and your eye become glass like as pools of water covered your eyes. You let those butterflies gradually begin fluttering in the pitch of your stomach. You looked outside the big glass windows to see colour, trees fully grown, flowers in bloom and the sun shining.

Round 2 proved to be even worse, less of you fighting was daunting, beginning to feel impossible. You’d managed to bring yourself to your feet and head to the battlefield to stand in line with Steve. You both exchanged looks, he knew you were shattered into a million pieces and if this didn’t work he knew you were gone. You knew he was broken and had nothing left to give. A cracked voice spoke over the earpieces you guys had put in…

“On your left” your eyes frantically searched the skies, your body twisting left to right to catch a glimpse of him, you knew it was Sam. There was no noise just utter silence amongst the destruction, you and Steve shot each other hopeful looks. Time felt as though it stopped as you saw Sam fly over bringing with him a gust of wind as he settled down next to Steve. You bit your lip as Sam nodded at you, he motioned his head for you to look behind. A lump in your throat formed as you couldn’t hold in your tears anymore… thousands of orange spiralling circles floated round you and Steve. You mouth hung open before your cried silently allowing your lips to turn into the biggest smile you’d exposed in 5 years. Bucky walked out from one of the circles with a grin. You turned back around not able to look at him, you wanted to compose yourself. The touch of his hand resting on your waist sent simultaneous shivers down your spine, you found yourselves in the same position as before. Your sides touching and his hand gripping so tightly on your waist. You finally turned your heads to look at each other, his god damn smile.

“I told you I’d see you again” Bucky squeezed you into his side as he let his head fall on to your neck sighing in relief.

“You did” You laughed through your tears as you lifted his head up from your shoulder letting your foreheads rest together.

“You…that night… your red dress… was all I thought about” You could hear Bucky’s vulnerability through the muffled and breathless tone of voice. You shhh’d him planting the tiniest kiss on his lips, those butterflies in your stomach fluttering in full force.

[free-pool-trash]

all i want for christmas - isaac lahey

Hey crew! Happy holidays my loves 💓 whether you celebrate or not i hope you’re having a wonderful week! Here’s something a lil festive ;)

Enjoy + let me know what you think💓

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: none :) just fluff

Master list

It was that time of year again. The most stressful, crazed, chaotically wonderful time of the year. Of course, it was the annual McCall pack Christmas party.

The one occasion in which there was absolutely no getting out of, whether you were in Beacon Hills or not. The only day of the year where every single member of the pack would get to see each other all at the same time.

Since graduating from High School you’d all gone your separate ways, living your own lives and fulfilling your respective destinies.

Since you’d seen your beloved pack last, you’d been contently living a quiet life in a small town in England. It was pretty sweet, you lived in a spacey cottage and worked in a very quaint bakery. It was safe to say that being a werewolf in a tiny cottagecore village was a lot easier, and entirely less stressful, than being a werewolf in Beacon Hills.

But, as they all say; home is where the heart is.

Because you lived across the world, the Christmas party was the only chance you got to see the majority of your dearest friends, so you always kept the date.

Every year without fail since the pack had formed, December 23rd, Christmas eve eve, was strictly reserved for festive supernatural celebrations.

It had been a long day of airport lines, connecting flights and luggage collections but you were finally sitting in a cab on your way to Derek Hale’s loft.

There was always the unspoken dress code of “way fancier than you need to be” at these parties, it was a code that yourself and Lydia in particular took very seriously. Even if that meant slipping into a little black dress, your favourite pair of heels, applying a full face of makeup and doing your hair in an airport bathroom.

Which for you, was the reality. But regardless, you looked hot as hell.

The cab driver’s sleavy glances at you through the rear view mirror only confirmed the fact.

“Christmas party?” The middle aged man asked, looking at you more intently than the road.

“Mhm.” You replied, faking a sincere smile.

He let out a low whistle from between his thin chapped lips and rose an ungroomed eyebrow, “Someone there you’re trying to impress?”

Now that was the golden question. With a forced chuckle you brought your gaze to rest on the crescent moon glowly in the black sky.

There was someone there that you wanted to impress, as a matter of fact.

It was one of those fickle things. A will-they-won’t-they of epic proportions and it had been going on since junior year of high school. Sure, everyone loves a slow burn, Stiles and Lydia are a perfect example of this.

However, your fire seemed to be taking its sweet time catching alight.

Shaking the thoughts away you let out an exhausted sigh, “Unfortunately, yeah. There is someone I’m trying to impress.”

The cab driver let out a chuckle, “If ya ask me, if however it is doesn’t have to pick their jaw up off of the floor after seeing you they are a fool.” He told you, not trying to hide the looks of approval he was giving the neckline of your dress very obviously.

You couldn’t stop the booming laugh that left your painted lips at his statement, he was such a creep but he was definitely onto something.

“Who knows maybe this will be the year.” You said through a laugh. The driver nodded his head and then exclaimed cockily as he, thankfully, pulled up to Derek’s complex, “Yeah, and if not, you know where to find me.”

Trying your very best to contain your laughter at the man before you, you wordlessly got out of the car, grabbing your suitcase, which was full of presents, from the trunk.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful!” He called jovially through the passenger side window, you looked over your shoulder and gave him your best fake smile, “You too.”

As you began towards the building's entrance you lowered your tone, muttering a quiet, “Creep.” Under your breath.

The sound of suitcase wheels dragging against the concrete pavement echoed through an empty lobby area as you made your way to the rickety old elevator, trust Derek to buy the entire building but choose the loft on the top floor.

A bell sounded when the elevator finally arrived, you stepped inside and waited patiently for the contraption to carry you to the top floor.

When it arrived you could hear Christmas music booming from behind the huge sliding metal door that separated the loft from the hallway, there was a lot of excited chatter inside the loft so you assumed you were the last to arrive. Fashionably late.

Just as you were about to pull the door open, you paused and pulled out your phone, opening the camera and giving yourself one last look over. The status hadn’t changed since the airport, you still looked hot as hell.

Disregarding the anxious butterflies fluttering around your stomach, you took a deep intake of breath and plastered a genuine smile on your red lips and opened the door.

“Hello my darlings!” You made your presence known with an over the top false British accent as the pack turned to see who had just arrived. The second their eyes landed on you the whole room exploded with excitement.

Lydia squealed in delight, rushing up to you and pulling you into a tight hug. Your arms wrapped around her tightly and your smile widened when she began swaying you excitedly in her arms before pulling away. The strawberry blonde held you at arm's length, her eyes scanning you from head to toe then fixing you with a knowing smirk.

“Cute dress. Who is that little number for?” She teased menacingly, raising an eyebrow as if she didn’t already know the answer.

You’d missed her little games, but that didn’t mean you’d forgotten how to play along since you’d seen her last. You put your hand over your heart and looked at her dreamily, your horrible imitation of a British accent returning, “Why it’s all for you my love.”

It was then that Stiles broke the two of you apart saying, “Y/n, you’re my best friend and we share a lot of things but I’m afraid my girlfriend is not one of them.”

With a disappointed sigh, you shot your best girl friend a wink, “Forbidden love.”

“Shut up and gimme a hug already, God.” Stiles said in an exasperated tone, but the huge grin on his face betrayed his voice as he wrapped his lanky arms around you.

“Hey Sty.” You giggled, reciprocating his hug. When he pulled away you noticed the rest of the pack were now crowding around you at the door.

Scott stood like an excited puppy waiting to get to you and the second you laid eyes on him you felt excitement burst within you.

With a huge smile on your face you threw your arms around his shoulders, squealing happily as the alpha lifted and spun you around in his hold. It felt so good to be with wolves again, you already felt stronger.

“I’ve missed you!” You told him, your feet pressed back on the ground. Scott’s smile was so bright as he exclaimed, “You too! You’re the only one I haven’t seen since last year! How are you? Are you doing okay on your own? How’s England?” He fired out in the brotherly way he usually did, you couldn’t help the fond smile on your face as you patted his cheek reassuringly, “Don’t worry, Scotty. I’m all good.”

The next few minutes were spent hugging and catching up with the others, Malia, Derek and Peter had welcomed you home in the doorway with hugs.

“Where are the puppies?” You asked, referring to Liam and Mason.

“Kitchen. Liam is trying to find something that’ll make us all drunk.” Malia told you, looking at your suitcase with expectancy.

You motioned towards the case by your side with a knowing grin, “Ok, I’ll go get those two. Your names are on the presents that are for you.”

“Yes!” Malia cheered, pecking your cheek quickly then almost sprinting to the case.

When you got to the doorway of the kitchen you leaned against the frame, watching as Liam chugged a bottle of vodka, trying to get some kind of buzz from the liquid while Mason watched in awe, “I don’t see you for a year and suddenly you’re a frat boy.” You sighed out.

Liam stopped in his tracks and looked towards you, “Oh hey, Y/n” He greeted you with an adorable smile and Mason gave you a small nod of greeting and you nodded your head towards the living area where the others were exchanging gifts.

“There’s presents for you guys if you wanna go get them.” You informed them, smiling as they all but ran past you towards the gifts.

The kitchen was empty now, save for you and a half full bottle of smirnoff. Tiredly you made your way to the wooden counter opposite the door and sat yourself up on it.

As you swung your legs gently in the air, you took a moment to close your eyes and enjoy the moment to yourself.

The moment ended with a gentle knock on the doorframe, and when you opened your eyes, there he was.

Standing in front of you, in the flesh and all of his glory was Isaac Lahey. “You mind if I join you?” He asked softly, you gave him a smile and beckoned him over.

“‘Course not. Come in.” He smiled in return and casually made his way over to you, he hoisted himself up beside you on the countertop.

“I didn’t realise you were here yet.” You told him, eyes studying his face, he hadn’t aged a day since the first day you met him.

Even now, years later, he still maintained that youthful lost boy aura. The sparkle in his eyes never dimmed either.

Isaac turned his head to face you, a warm smile decorating his lips as he did so, “Sorry I missed your entrance, I had to change. I came straight from the airport.”

You nodded in understanding, “Me too. Changed in the airport bathroom though.”

He chuckled at that, you didn’t miss the way his eyes traveled across your body or how they lingered on the hem of your dress that had ridden up ever so slightly when you’d hopped on the counter.

When he caught himself staring he cleared his throat and looked away, when he was met with the look of knowing on your face his own erupted in a blush.

“You look…” He started but trailed off.

“Incredible? Amazing? Stunningly gorgeous? Come on, Isaac. Help me out here.” You teased, bumping your shoulder against his.

“All of the above.” He answered, equally as cheekily, he knee pressing against yours as he pulled something out of his back pocket.

It was a narrow rectangular envelope, he fiddled with it nervously before holding it in your direction, “I got you a present.”

You took it from him gently, “You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to. Open it.” He urged, blue eyes glued to you as your fingers pried the envelope seal open.

As you pulled the contents of the envelope you looked to Isaac in confusion. It was a flight ticket to Paris for New Years eve.

“A plane ticket?”

Isaac nodded, blush returning to his face, “Yeah, I know you’ve always wanted to go and there’s the completely unrelated reason that I have an apartment in the city and would really love to spend new year’s with you.” He rambled on nervously and you smiled up at him.

“So you’re essentially asking me to come for a slumber party?” You grinned, giggling when he rolled his gleaming eyes at you. “I’m kidding. I’d love to come to Paris with you.” You told him, taking his hand in yours to stop it from fidgeting.

Isaac squeezed your hand in response, a happy smile on his face, “It’d also be a really great opportunity for me to finally admit that I’m in love with you.”

There was that fire you’d been talking about, after way too many years, it was finally lighting up.

“Good. That would give me a chance to tell you that I love you too.” You played along, biting back a shit eating grin as his face moved closer to yours.

You could hear Lydia behind the door, hushing the others as they all screamed along to “All I Want For Christmas Is You”.

“She’s been standing out there listening since I came in.” Isaac whispered and you only responded by sliding your hands up his shoulders.

Absentmindedly, Isaac’s arms wrapped around your waist as you continued to lean in closer, whispering, “Then let’s stop talking.”

Isaac’s eyes widened at that and he swooped his lips the rest of the distance to yours, murmuring, “God, I love that plan.”

His lips clung to yours while your hands moved to his hair. It had been a long time coming. After all the almosts and could haves, his lips were finally on yours.

The kiss was broken when you couldn’t hold your smile back any longer, Isaac’s lips were now tinted red from your lipstick but they were formed in a breathtaking smile.

“I think we should stop talking more. Like a lot more.”

*

“They kissed!” Lydia whisper shouted to the rest of the pack, who were pretending not to listen to the conversation happening in the kitchen.

Scott let out a celebratory “Whoop!” As did Malia and Mason.

“And! She’s going to spend New Year’s with him in Paris!” Scott clapped his hands together then, holding his hand out to Stiles, “Called it. Hand it over.”

Stiles grumbled, necking the rest of his drink before fishing a twenty out of his pocket and shoving it in Scott’s hand.

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Love on the Line - Part 6

A/N: It’s finally here!!!

MASTERLIST      P1         P2           P3          P4          P5

Henry Cavill x Reader

If I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or want to be tagged; please let know!

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: heartache, language, angst, a pinch of lovey dovey fluff, cliffhanger 

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“Ohhh myy god…it’s official. This is the best burger of my life, hands down.”

What could easily be perceived as orgasmic music delightfully made its way to his ears. Seb chuckled studying the beautiful girl across from him admiring her combination of burger grease, ketchup, and mustard staining her chin. Y/N was too lost in the delicious meal to notice Seb gleefully watching her. In an instant his hand wiped away the condiment catching Y/N by surprise. She smiled bashfully blushing.

“Told you I knew a place.”

She sighed genuinely happy in them moment; “I could die a happy girl tomorrow because of this sweet, juicy perfection of a burger. All thanks to you.”

“What can I say? I have good taste.”

“And how did you run across this wonderous joint? Kinda feels off the beaten path.”

“Well, when you fly as much as me you learn to ask around. I never trust the internet when it comes to what I put in my body. I like to know what and where the locals scavenge for a tasty meal.”

“You continue to surprise me …I admire your style, Seb. Original, classy, and you no doubt just about charm the pants off any person who walks your way.”

“Is it working now?” He flashed his most flirtatious smile devouring another sweet potato fry.

Quick on her feet, she shot back with wit and attitude; “Should it be?”

“I gotta say Y/N, I’ve never been happier to wake someone up on a plane until I met you.”

“Damn, you’re suave, Seb. Fucking suave.”

Her eyes bulged from their sockets at her crude choice of words; “Shit, I’m sorry. Ah, fuck.”

His laugh flew through the air like wind on a crisp fall evening; her cheeks flushed.

“I’m not usually such a sailor. Guess you bring out the best in me.”

“I don’t mind a bit. In fact, I kinda like that I fluster you if I’m being honest.”

“So smooth. Are you sure you’re not from LA?  I get the sense that’s a requirement in these parts?”

He shook his head in stark disagreement; “Nope, sorry to disappoint you. Just a common foreigner.”

“And a handsome one at that.”

Shocked at her boldness, Y/N stared down at the remnants of food moving her fries as a distraction from his adorable gaze.

“I haven’t felt this at ease in …well I can’t remember. It’s nice.”

“Couldn’t agree more. I never actually asked what brings you here?”

Seb nervously scratched the back of his head; “Uh, work. Like I said, I travel pretty frequently. Hollywood is a hub of sorts for me. What brings you here?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll take the hint and pry later. Well, I’m a writer and some big exec wants to discuss the rights to my book series. So, yeah.”

“Y/N, that’s amazing! Are you secretly a super hero, part of the Avengers maybe?”

“Hahah, flattery will certainly get you far. No doubts there.”

“You’re too kind, Y/N. I’m definitely far from perfect.”

“Good. Perfection is overrated. Flaws are attractively imperfect. I mean at the end of the day we’re only human.”

“Consider me intrigued. I’ve gotta stop by a bookstore and check you out now!”

“Oh, hush! If you must know, I try to keep a low profile. So, uh, how long are you here for?”

“A couple days. I’ve got a bit of free time after my meeting tomorrow and thinking of hitting some trails while I’m here. Don’t get me wrong, LA is cool and all, but kinda suffocating. I try and maintain my distance if possible.”

“Oh, you’re preaching to the choir. The hustle and bustle of London is the literal definition of overwhelming. Countryside getaways were my one true savior. Sometimes London feels like an overpacked sardine can just waiting to explode.”

“So why did you stay?”

Y/N bit her lip trying to keep quiet. She hadn’t once though of Henry since meeting Seb. The lump in her throat appeared by just the mere mention of her subconscious. A part of her wasn’t ready to reveal the ache left beneath her exterior.

“Friends and family. What else ties a person to one place?”

“Love? A relationship?”

His coyness was flattering. She gave into his curiosity.  

“Are you asking if I’m single?” Her feigned expression was enough to send him into a fit of harmonious laughter.

“Maybe, maybe not. Depends on your answer, I guess. Part of me believes you’re too good to be true which usually means taken.”

“HA, no. Relationships and I are not on speaking terms at the moment.”

“Ah, sounds like heartbreak hotel is just around the corner….”

“I recently got out of a long-term relationship. So, to answer your question; Yes, I’m single and so not ready to mingle.”

“Are you assuming I’m hitting on you?” His shocked appearance made her question their entire encounter and if she’d been reading the signs wrong all along.

“Well, good thing I’m only here for the coffee and platonic company, hm?”

Seb raised his mug in salute as her stress magically melted away; “Break-ups suck. But allow for a real opportunity to see who you really are. Pain can be a bitter reminder of sadness and strength.”

“Wow, philosophizing so soon into our newly found friendship? A man after my own heart!”

Y/N playfully placed her hand over her heart, smiling for particular reason.

“How about if you’re interested and only 100% positive you aren’t sick of my company; we do dinner or even drinks? Whichever the lady chooses.”

Seb motioned in jest. Y/N tried to remember the last time she’d felt so carefree unable to pin down an exact memory. For far to long Y/N trapped herself in a fog allowing Henry to rule over her even when he wasn’t physically there. It had to stop, she had to quit placing him on a pedestal if she had any luck of moving on from their failed love affair. One torturous long minute passed as Seb’s nerved ramped up.

“Shit, I’m that weird dude, now. Forget I asked and let’s chalk it up to an amazing afternoon as strangers who leave this diner and head back to our own separate lives without consequence?”

Again, Y/N was speechless contemplating what she truly wanted to do next.

“First things first, stop blubbering, you seriously are ungodly handsome. And on second note, our chance meeting was unexpected but kinda sorta awesome. I’d love to see you again. I can’t recall the last time I’ve felt so free…and don’t even get me started on the belly aches due to your comedic skills.”

“Damn, a woman that speaks her mind. Are you sure you’re not in politics?”

“Nope, never, no thank you. Sooo, it’s a date?”

Seb furrowed his eyebrow in pleasant surprise; “You said it, not me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes; “Yeah, yeah. What do the kids say nowadays…. YOLO?”

“Yes, and please never say that again.”

A napkin holder was placed strategically resting against the window sill. Seb signaled to their middle-aged waitress; “Pardon me, do you have a pen handy?”

“Course, darling. Anything for ya.” She winked dropping the pen on the edge of the checkered table leaving them to privacy. He scribbled his number on the grainy piece of paper and slid it her way.

“I’ll leave the ball in your court and pass the privilege of reaching out to confirm details.”

“Wow, and they say chivalry is dead? Obviously not in Romania.”

“What fine establishment do they have you shacking up in?”

“Chateau Marmont. Long story short, my publisher fully embraces and understands my introverted nature and love of historical hotels. Call me an oddball.”

“Oddball.”

They snickered like school children slowly understanding their time was coming to a close. A power, a force of sorts gravitated Y/N towards him. He felt the same way.

“I happen to think women who especially history buffs are so incredibly magnificent. I haven’t met many as beautiful as you.

Their flirtation skyrocketed like flicks of fire firing between them.

“Knowledge is like your super power…. also, intelligent women are a complete turn on.”

She swatted his arm smiling like a kid in a candy shop.

“Come on, let’s get outta here. I’ll drop you off.”

He offered his hand helping Y/N to her feet. She lingered a second too long. With Seb a couple steps behind her, she missed the clinch of his fists and Seb’s reddened cheeks.

---The Next Day---

No luxury was forgotten as Y/N observed her decadent hotel room, but no matter how comfortable the memory foam or high thread count sheets, Y/N tossed restlessly the whole night. Her anxieties attacking her mind at every possible angle. Worry engulfed her clutching on her own insecurities. Her fear? 

That she’d walk into David Fincher’s office and leave very humiliated and very far from home. Henry’s ghost loitered just out of reach. A ghost can be many a thing; a memory, a daydream, a secret, but most times, a wish. Old or new. But that was the past, memories she must let go of.

Y/N stared at the ceiling wishing her bed to open up and swallow her whole finally dozing off to her temporary dreamland. But sunlight painted the walls like a colorful painting. She stretched and moaned at the sensations of her waking bones.

Making her way to the bathroom, Y/N’s phone chimed forcing her to circle back towards the obnoxious device.

Seb: Buna dimineata prietene! (Good Morning, friend)

Y/N: Romanian? So early in the morning. How dare you sir?

Blinking dots ran across the screen as Y/N waited impatiently for his witty response.

Seb: Never too early for greatness. As they say in the theater, break a leg! But not an actual leg because I might be looking forward to our date. Okay, good luck with the meeting!

Y/N: Thanks for the good juju. Same to you! Call you later.

She unconsciously rubbed at the tender swell in her chest, the fluttering in her belly kicking wildly. Butterflies. It’d been ages since she’d been this excited and it surprised Y/N. Maybe she was ready for something more…Y/N shook her head ridding herself of such silly thoughts. She knew better than to rush full steam ahead.

    ---Later that day---

The fourteenth floor was decorated to architectural perfection. Every space had its purpose and the décor elegantly stylish.  There she stood in the presence of cinematic greatness! As Y/N was about to pinch herself, she heard an echo of a name. Looking up, she searched for the unknown voice before landing on an enthusiastic figure waving her direction.

“Y/N! So nice to finally see you in person. I’m Meg.”

“Meg, so glad to put a face to a name. Thank you for having me.”

Both women walked down a hallway lined of glass walls smiling at those who looked up.

“David has talked nonstop about your series. So much so that I ended up devouring your books in three days. You’re freaking brilliant!”

“You really think so? I worked my ass off to get it through any publishing house. I was on the verge of chucking my ideas in the trash and getting an actual job that paid real money if it wasn’t for a last-ditch effort.”

“I’ve blocked off a thirty-minute window before his next meeting begins. He’s booked back-to-back today but by no means feel rushed. He hates when I push him. Don’t tell him I said that.”

Her head bobbed nonchalantly taking notice of the stunning scenery from the 17th level.

“Alright, here goes nothing.”

“Best of luck, Y/N.”

Meg knocked; “Come in!”

“David, this is Y/N.”

“Thanks, Meg. Close the door behind ya, we’ve got loads to discuss.”

David extended his hand towards Y/N’s shaking firmly. Y/N reminded herself to breath and to quickly find her manners.

She stuttered trying to remember common speech causing David to laugh aloud.

“Ms. Y/N, you okay?”

“Yyess—just a tad shell shocked. I mean, I can’t believe I’m standing in a room with the David Fincher. Unbelievable, really. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”

“I should be the one thanking you. You wrote one hell of a series that I trust can be transferred stunningly over to the silver screen where it can be fully appreciated. I’ve never seen someone mold together so many genres with such ease yet adding a layer of complexity. You, young lady, kept me guessing every twist and turn. That doesn’t happen too often if you catch my drift.”

“I-I, it’s just nice all those late-night writing sessions and waiting tables paid off. I’ll have you know I was on the verge of giving it all up and going back to school.”

“So, let’s get down to details. My team and I have come up with an offer that is totally open for negotiations.”

David slid a piece of paper into view. Y/N stared at the parchment gob smacked. Her jaw fell open at the written proposal.

“Holy shit.” Her eyes snapped up at her vulgar language; “Shit! I don’t mean to be impolite.”

“Ha, it’s a bit flabbergasting upon first glance but I promise you I want to do everything in my power to make this work for both parties.”

“Am I…am I reading this correctly?”

“Indeed, $10 million for the first two films, advancing to an additional $13, $15, $17 million for the last three. Of course, aiding us in the writer’s room to make sure we bring your story to live through your eyes. This will undoubtfully increase book sales across the board, I’d say upwards of $60 million if all goes accordingly. Also, I didn’t forget about making you an executive producer.”

“You’re kidding me, riight? Am I dreaming?”

“You’re gonna be a big deal once the tabloids get their sticky fingers on this. I mean this is going to skyrocket you to the likes of Stephenie Meyer and Suzanne Collins status. I mean, I had to outbid Peter Jackson just for a chance at directing this masterpiece. Darling, you’re all Hollywood can talk about right now.”

“Wow, I’m, uh, seriously grateful. I guess I’ve been shacking up in London far too long. I don’t really read celeb gossip so needless to say I’ve been in my own bubble.”

“A huge thank you goes out to Henry Cavill for pitching the initial idea. He helped get the recognition you deserve. Nice fellow, that one.”

Momentary shock came over her face, mouth still agape; “He—Henry had a hand in this?”

“Most certainly. He was the one who brought it to my attention. Of course, he mentioned the desire to work with me was motivation enough, but genuinely, he seemed passionate about the project.”

“I-I had no idea.” Switching gears as fast as possible Y/N trotted forth; “So realistically, when can we get the ball rolling?”

“Once the proper documents are signed and stamped, we’re good to go. If negotiations aren’t necessary, I’d say within the next month or so we can start casting calls, booking air fare, figuring out destination shoots, getting a manuscript going. It comes together faster than people think. How about this; you mull it over, call whoever you need, and get back at me in the next couple of days. Sound good?”

“Sounds more than good! I think I’ll be forever be in your debt, Mr. Fincher.”

“Please, call me David. We have a long road ahead of us that has truly stoked a fire in me, all thanks to you.”

Her nerves triumphed pushing Henry to the back of her mind. Y/N had bigger fish to fry.

“May I be frank with you, David?”

“By all means.”

“As you probably know Henry’s my ex-fiancée. Is it true you’re possibly considering him for the lead role?”

David looked around quizzically composing himself.

“I figured we’d have to address the elephant in the office. Yes, I was aware and I didn’t consider him to be malicious. He’s a genius actor and I figured it was worth a chat. But if you’re worried about anything, just say the word.”

“No, no. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize his successes. I agree, he’s an untapped actor full of surprising talent. I’ll be okay.”

“You promise?”

“Yep.”

“Great! Rest assured he isn’t even in the country. Believe he’s still galivanting about London.”

Silently pleading to change the subject, Y/N snapped out of it as quickly as she flew in to.

“This is a dream come true. I’m really looking forward to working with you and bringing my story to life.”

The squeaky hinge of the door alerted her to Meg’s foreboding presence. Taking a cue, Y/N stood up shaking David’s hand beaming like a child on Christmas Eve.

“I’ll be in touch, Y/N. Until then, enjoy your stay. Venture out. You’ll find LA isn’t all plastic and bullshit.”

“Oh, thank god. For a second I was getting nervous.”

“Haha! Meg, next appointment here?”

“Yes, he’s right around the cor--.”

“Y/N?”

She searched for the familiar voice unable to pin it down.

“Seb!? Wha...what are you doing here? I thought you had that big meeting today?”

“Uh, I do. That’s why I’m here.”

Sebastian nervously scratched his neck. Bewildered and thoroughly confused Y/N pushed on; “Wait a minute…. Are you an ...?”

“Actor, yes.”

“Whoa, whoa whoa. Wait.”

“Holy shit. You’re Shirley Lovecraft. Catchy pseudo name. So, you’re the brains behind this witty madness. What an interesting turn of events if I do say so myself, a happy one.”

“Agreed. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. Kinda embarrassing.”

“Don’t. A perfect afternoon with someone who wasn’t using me for fame or money? Did I mention you look breathtaking today?”

Her cheeks fumed with heat stirring her butterflies back to life. Seb’s hand stilled on her waist unwilling to let go as they continued gazing at the other.

“Earth to Seb?

Seb broke eye contact first glancing over at David. Y/N was too busy memorizing the glimmer of his cobalt blue eyes.

“Yes, ah! So rude of me. Hello there, so great of you to squeeze me in. I appreciate it.”

He directed his attention towards Y/N once more leaning close to the shell of her ear; “Still on for drinks later?”

“Definitely.”

His wink sparked a jolt to her core leaving her weak in the knees. Somehow, some way, Y/N mustered enough confidence to walk without tripping. She glowed the whole walk to the elevator. Y/N pressed the button too lost in thought to hear the quiet ding of arrival strolling straight into a hard chest. Enormous hands grasped her shoulders; “Oh! Apologies Ms.”

“No, it’s my fault. I wasn’t paying atten—oh shit.”

Only one particularly charming British accent that could send a chill down her spine, one very distinguishable voice indeed. 

“Y/N?”

Time froze icily still.

“What the fuck? Henry??”

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handmaid - 09

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, mentions of violence

A/N: hope you enjoy this chapter xxx

NEXT CHAPTER

   - It’s about Mr. Williams.

Sebastian’s face creased up, the lines that were rather faint in his skin becoming more prominent as his cerulean eyes lowered to look at the Y/N who was starting to curl up like a silkworm. That was the least of names he wanted to hear, specially the least of names he wanted to hear coming from her lips. The name itself seemed to taint her lips and it didn’t take long for Y/N to realise the atmosphere had shifted into uncharted territory. Sebastian wouldn’t hurt her, right? He had never given her any excuses for her to believe he would hurt her, however the dislike for Mr. Williams was certainly present. 

  - What about Mr. Williams, Y/N? - he spoke in a low tenor, menacing enough to make her feel short.

  - I was just speaking with Gwen ... - Y/N was lying through her teeth, hoping Sebastian wouldn’t ask a lot of questions if she added the heiress’ name to the narrative. He, however, didn’t seem to lower down his defence stance. - You’re not gonna dispose of him, are you?

  - I don’t think I owe you any explanation about my business. Know your place, Y/N. - the words made her heart clench as the once rather warm and comfortable environment seemed to freeze, and Y/N was no longer comfortable. Why would she ask him about his business? Yet, on the other hand why shouldn’t she? She was one of his employees too. 

Y/N’s glance migrated away from him to look at her own hands which were gripping the railings of the balcony. It hadn’t been hard for her notice that he didn’t really like people messing into his business, however, she wasn’t expecting to having been shot down this quickly. It wasn’t like Y/N was a big fan of Thompson Williams, she was just paying him a favour, after all everyone is worth a second shot and he looked scared enough and worried to deserve one. With a shaky breathe, she returned to look at him, observing that the tenseness had not left his face, however it looked like a facade, almost like a mask and she wondered what he hid behind it. 

Without speaking another word, frightful for more hurtful words coming from him, she turned around, feet moving to point towards the door which she walked to, opening it and leaving Sebastian’s suite. So much for the favour mentioned by the sleazy man. Why would he hold any favour towards her when she was a bright reminder that he was fated towards a marriage he didn’t pick? 

Almost like snapped of a daze, Sebastian blinked quite a few times, lingering on the place she had been on before he took off to the hall expecting her not to be fast enough to have already returned to her bedroom. Much to his dismay, the halls of the hotel were empty with only sounds of soft snoring coming from the other bedrooms.

    - Fuck. - he sighed, kicking one of the wall heaters in frustration.

    - Sir. - one of the bodyguards made himself known. - Is everything alright, sir?

    - Yes, Elias. - Sebastian had made particularly important to have trusted bodyguards following Y/N and Gwen around, however, Elias was specially responsible by keeping an eye on Y/N. - Make sure Miss Y/N is alright.

The morning came quickly and like a wound, his words were rather sore on her mind and running wild as she sat down on the hotel’s restaurant to have a lavish restaurant with Gwen. Despite the beautiful refined pastries, cakes, and teas being constantly put in front of her, she was much too lost in her thoughts and regrets over even mentioning Williams’ name in front of Sebastian. 

Another employee set a basket of bread in front of the two girls along with endless glasses of various brightly coloured juices which smelled like they were freshly squeezed fruit juice. The breakfast however went by in seconds, maybe due to Y/N’s relentlessness to overthink every single little thing she had done wrong or maybe due to the fact that regarding the nice climate, Gwen was interested in rushing through breakfast and head out to the pool. In all honesty, a nice day by the pool did sound nice, as long as she were able to read whatever she wanted with no one bothering her. 

It wasn’t like Gwen was gonna go do sight seeing which meant Y/N had to do with what she was given and a peaceful day by the pool sounded well enough. They were taken by the bodyguards to the pool and set off shop in the white and bamboo lounge with a VIP sign glued to. Y/N took place in the shadiest place, opening her book, set it on top of her legs and put her earbuds in, getting lost in instrumental soundtracks and beautifully written novels. 

Sebastian woke up much later than the two women, picking his phone to check if there were any business news and much to his dismay, there were several things he’d had to go over. Before returning to his work, he decided to go check on Gwen, mostly because he was certain Y/N was most likely by his fianceé’s side. And by her side she was, as he stepped onto the pool courtyard he found the very innocent and naíve Y/N scantily clad in a bright red swimsuit in Baywatch fashion. Suddenly, his pants felt tighter and his mind was screaming at him not to look at the handmaid when his future wife was even more scantily dressed than her. 

Y/N noticed his presence, pushing her red rimmed sunglasses down a bit to the bridge of her nose to look at him before pushing them back up and raising her book her. She was definitely upset at him and he couldn’t apologise for his behaviour in front of Gwen. 

Sebastian grabbed his phone from his back pocket, dialling a very familiar number before turning his back on the two girls.

   - I’m gonna need a favour. - he mumbled as he walked away to return to his business. 

   - Y/N! - Gwen poked her handmaid’s arm, making her take her earbuds off and eventually ending her peaceful moment. - Look at those guys, they’re are totally checking us out. 

Y/N rolled her eyes, rotating her head ever to slightly look at the men on the other side on the pool. They looked exactly like the same type of guys she had gone to university with and none of them held a candle to Sebastian. Wait. Why was she comparing them to Sebastian? Of course they looked nothing like the mob boss, they weren’t being apparently closed off about their flirting, were significantly younger and ... well ... they did not look like him. But he was engaged and it was clear he was probably still mad at her. Despite that, Y/N was still not in the mood to play wing woman to Gwen.

   - They are definitely staring at you, Gwen. 

   - Aw, what’s that? Are you saving yourself for someone else or something? 

   - I’m just not in the mood. - she sighed. - Besides, they’re just looking for a passing fancy.

   - A forever romantic, aren’t you? C’mon, is there someone I should know about?

   - I don’t think anyone is interested in me like that, Gwen. 

   - C’mon! Don’t you have someone whose touch lingers a little bit after they’ve done so? - yes. God yes, but that someone whose touch lingered around every time they happened. - If you don’t then there’s some guys clearly interested in talking to us. 

  - You can go, Gweny. You clearly want to go. - Sebastian had left a long time ago, hence why Y/N was rallying her up to do so. Yet, mostly so she could leave her alone which after a while she did, walking up in heels to the group of boys who fanned over her like if she were the impersonation of Venus. After a while of being in the shade reading Dangerous Liasons, Y/N decided to return to her room knowing Gwen was about to retire from the pool herself with one of the boys.

Tired, she put a light and soft white coat on and grabbed her bag before heading to the stairs and onto the lift with Elias constantly on her tail. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to security but ever since Sebastian assigned her own bodyguard to follow her around, it just felt odd. However, thankfully, she only had one compared to the crowd of six that followed Gwen around. 

The lift ride seemed endless when you’re tired but in less than two minutes she was back on her floor and on her bedroom. Throwing her bag onto the bed, she removed the coat and sat down on her duvet, eyes scanning her bedroom until she noticed a black velvety box standing in her dresser. 

  - Elias?- she called out and immediately the man had his head popped into the slight opening of her door. - What is that box?

  - It was left there by the staff. - he shrugged and returned to his position of waiting outside her door.

Curiously, Y/N paced to her dresser, looking at the box as if it were an explosive device before her hands brushed against the velvety material of the box. She didn’t know what it was but whatever it was, it was well packaged in a very expensive looking box. Suspiciously, she opened the box where a note in beige coloured paper was standing on top of a velvet bag. She took the paper in her hands, turning it around to see a rushed yet somehow pleasing handwriting. I’m sorry. S.S. x

Sebastian. Her tummy filled with butterflies as she felt the heat creep onto her cheeks. Placing the card on the table, she grabbed the velvet bag which was slightly heavier than expected and once she opened it to check the contents of it, she couldn’t help but smile at what she saw. It was exactly the same as she remembered, in the same beautiful pure white colour with golden accents. She opened the top of the music box and out came the melody she knew too well accompanied with the crystal ballerina and the Paris landscape.

Without much of a thought, she rushed out of her door and to the front of Sebastian’s suite door, knocking on it rather forcefully.

   - Miss Y/N, Mr. Stan isn’t taking any visits right now. - one of his bodyguards rather rudely spoke down to her.

   - I’m sorry, I just really need to speak with him. - she held the music box close to her chest. - Please. 

   - I’m afraid you didn’t hear me correctly. - his hand wrapped around her wrist, pushing her away from the door and into the middle of the hall. - No visits now.

   - Could you please let him know that I want to speak with him. Please. 

   - Listen, Miss Y/N, I see you’re used to experience the same type of privilege as Miss Forrest but you’re an employee and as an employee you schedule appointments and behave like an employee. Are we understood? 

   - Yes. - she looked down, shifting her weight from side to side. 

   - Unhand Miss Y/N this second. - the colour from his face drained as his hand lost its grip on her wrist. She looked up to see a very unhappy Sebastian with his arms crossed across his chest and, like a shy child, tip toed over behind him as he condemned the bodyguard. - You are not to touch Miss Y/N without her permission or I’ll cut your fucking hands off. Do you hear me?

  - Yes, sir. - Y/N was fascinated by how he didn’t need to scream and how he just kept a grip over power unseen to her. Before she could even process what had just happened, Sebastian placed his hand on the small of her back to lead her back to his suite before closing the door behind them. 

  - You should’ve called out for me when you knocked. - his gaze lowered to the music box in her hands. - I see you’ve got my gift. I’m so sorry for the way I treated you last night.

  - This is the most thoughtful thing someone has ever done for me. I can’t believe you remembered. - her fingers traced the pattern on the music box, smiling mindlessly. - Thank you so much, Sebastian. I don’t know ... I don’t even know how to repay the favour. 

    - It’s a gift, angel. You really should stop trying to repay gifts. - his hand grazed over her forearm. The lingering touch, there is was, and she couldn’t help but stare into his cerulean eyes. - I wasn’t in my best behaviour last night and I wanted to apologise. 

Y/N softly smiled, all the worries from last night fading away as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug which took him by surprise. She had put her music box by the side and Sebastian stood there not entirely sure what to do with himself, all he knew is that it felt good to have her in his arms in a way like nothing else ever felt. The hug seemed too short as both of them pulled away, staring into each other’s eyes until the magnetism just became too much for any of them to handle and as if she were bewitched she leaned forward, connecting her lips to his in what felt like the blooming of various emotions she was yet to experience. 

It’s really something.

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[the-silentium]

The Lost Future Pt.1

Masterlist   Part 2

Pairing: soulmate!Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where the soulmates share their wounds. || Along with your brother, you are transported into the 1960's with a bunch of kids you don't know. Turns out they are trying to stop the 2019 apocalypse and you are playing a key part of it.

Words: 4590 words

Warnings: Violence, blood, swears, racism. 

A/N: Hi readers! This fic' was too long to be posted in one part, so I divided it in three distinct part. The next part will come out pretty quickly, seeing as it it already written but not proof read yet. Please, let me some comebacks in the comments or send me a request!

Groans erupted from your throat, a clear indication that your peaceful slumber has been disrupted by some unknown pull. Your heavy eyelids fluttered open with difficulty, the need to sleep omnipresent in your system. A bright blue light forced you to squint while tears formed slowly thanks to its harsh brightness. Before your foggy brain could comprehend what was happening, the glow intensified in a blinding flash and the sudden feeling of free-falling gave you nausea. 

The fall was brutal, your whole body crashed on the ground like an inanimate puppet. Your hands flew to your face with a pained cry, covering the painful spot that was your nose in an attempt to soothe the suffering nerves. To say that you were confused was an understatement. One moment, you were peacefully asleep and the next you were… where? You removed your hands from your face, a pounding sensation still beating under your skin and shrieked as your eyes landed on a disgustingly big spider weaving its web between two oversized blades of grass. You jumped aside, eager to put distance between yourself and the arachnid, when your eyes met the magnificent blue sky, as clear as ever, with the sun nearing its peak. The warmth of its rays touched delicately your cheeks achieving to bring a smile to your lips. It has been a really long time since you last sunbathed and today would have been a perfect day to do it if it weren’t for the strange situation you just found yourself in. 

At the foot of a nearby tree laid a brown-haired boy cursing under his breath. He must have scratched his knee somewhere, looking as he was slouched over himself trying to alleviate the pain as you did moments ago. Your eyes traveled up, analyzing the familiar form. His outfit resembled yours, his tousled hair the same shade as yours… You jumped to your feet in a hurry when his green gaze met yours. 

"Roo!" You exclaimed, running toward your twin. The teenager only had a second to prepare himself before his body was tackled to the ground by an incredible force. His yelp made you laugh before he pushed you aside, adding another fall on the list of today's activities. Once he got a good look at you, Andrew’s eyes widen. Some tears formed in his eyes, but before they could escape and run freely down his cheeks, he threw himself at your neck, hugging you with all his might. 

"Y/N!" His strangled voice was muffled by your neck. Your arms wrapped around his body, mirroring his grip. "I missed you too, Roo," You whispered in his neck. Finally, you reunited with the only person in the whole world that understood you more than yourself. 

Pushing you at arm length, Andrew’s eyes scanned you like an awk. "How is that possible?" He mumbled, eyebrows furrowing. "You-" Your laugh made him jump and clearly, he was beginning to think that you came back missing some brain cells. Patting his shoulder, a smirk stretched your lips. 

"Don't sound so disappointed." You flicked his forehead, just like you used to do when you were kids and you were teasing him. "I might think that you don't like me." 

Andrew groaned and pushed you off. Getting up snickering, you brushed off the dirt on your clothes. You had missed it, this perpetual teasing. You both could bicker and argue all you wanted, but you would always recover in no time, never holding a grudge against the other without having to talk about it. 

"What the fuck!" Andrew's yell made you look up. He pulled his clothes forward, examining and patting his body like he never saw it before. "No, no, no… Why am I thirteen again?" His head shot up, his green gaze back on you showing his confusion. "What did you do?" 

Taking a step back, you put a hand on your chest. "What did I do?" You replied in a defensive tone. "I didn't do shit! Four minutes ago I was-" Your sentence died as your eyes caught on your surroundings. Old cars you’ve had only seen in movies rolled on the streets, ladies walked by wearing old fashioned dresses of various flashy colors and various patterns, different stores displayed proudly their retro signs for all to see. Were you in one of the small American towns that were stuck in time? 

"What the…" You heard your brother mutter in sync with yourself. The thought to pinch yourself passed your mind, after all, you did have some really weird dreams recently with all the stuff that happened in your life. Or maybe you watched too much Supernatural in the last months.  

Turning around to try and make sense of the scenery, you noticed high buildings beyond the line of trees. If they were anything to go by, you would say that you ended up in a urban park in some random city. The transportation method was still unknown, but that was something you could figure out later. 

Women in colorful dresses walked slowly talking to each other on a stone walkway. Some of them pushed baby carriers around while others looked in the twins direction, a hand flying to their mouth, eyes growing as wide as saucers. Looking down, you felt your heart accelerate. You were wearing a pair of black basketball shorts along with a light grey tank top that said: "If I was a bird, I know who I'd shit on". Clearly, you didn’t have the proper attire for this period of time. Andrew was in the same predicament as yourself, with his basketball shorts and his "I play hockey because punching people for no reason is frowned upon" shirt. 

Getting a hold of Andrew's wrist, you started to walk away from the outraged women who seemed to be harshly whispering between them, their manicured fingers pointed at them. Would it have been your own modern age town, you would have assumed entirely your choice of clothing, but here, where you didn’t know jack shit about how the people would react? You kept it in and walked away. 

"Hey! You two from the 21st century!" Shocked, you stopped in your tracks and turned to meet a brown-haired boy running in your direction. His school uniform was vaguely familiar, although you couldn’t put your finger on where you knew it from. "You guys got transported too!" The boy finally reached them. He was all smile and his bubbly presence made you relax immediately. You noticed six other kids wearing the same uniform walking after their comrade. It reassure you that the majority of the group seemed as lost as your brother and yourself. Maybe you could stick with them for a while. You noticed that they had an unconscious girl with them. You wondered if her state was caused by a fall or by another unknown reason. 

"Transported? What are you talking about?" Andrew stepped closer, positioning himself right beside you. He was three inches taller than you and surpassed the new boy by a good one inch. 

Bubbly guy turned around, pointing vaguely at one of his approaching friend. "Five time-traveled us here. In the past! So we could stop the a-," a hand on Bubbly's mouth prevented him from saying more. 

Before you had time to question the sanity of Five's parents for choosing such a name or ask how one could time-travel back in time, cold blue eyes glared holes in Bubbly's head while maintaining pressure on his mouth. "Shut it. We already have enough attention on us like that." True to his words, people were watching their little group intently, some of them stopping in their tracks to openly stare at them. 

The steady rhythm in your ribcage was quickly disturbed by the harsh blue gaze falling on you. A beat or two were skipped, your body too entranced to remember that this muscle was indeed vital to your survival. "We can't talk here." A smirk stretched his lips when his eyes trailed down to your tank top. For a completely unknown reason your body answered to his apparent approval by creating some butterflies in your belly. Swiftly, he removed his jacket and handed it to you. 

Eyebrows furrowed, you stared at him, then the jacket and back at him. "I'm not cold thank you." You said confused. Rolling his eyes, Smug Face kept handing you the piece of clothing. "If you walk around looking like that, you might get arrested. People in this decade aren't that open yet." He clarified in an impatient tone.

You didn’t know much about "this decade", but you can feel that he was definitely right. The people around seemed extremely judgemental and unappreciative of your appearance. Sighing, you uncrossed your arms and took the jacket, making sure to not touch the boy's finger in the process. The last thing you needed was your heart stopping indefinitely because it short-circuited at his contact. 

"Fine." The black jacket was surprisingly comfortable and light on your shoulders. The coffee scent that lingered on it was quite enjoyable and you found yourself gripping the slightly too long sleeves. Looking down, it seemed like you were wearing a weird looking black dress. If you kept your legs close to each other, that is. Smug Face looked satisfied of your appearance and nodded. His mouth opened to speak again, only to be cut by another. 

"Wait. How do we know we can trust you?" Oh, Andrew. Always there to protect you from any harm. Speaking of which, his right arm found its place on your shoulders while his query gaze was fixed to the unconscious girl in one of the boys’ arms. 

At that, Smug Face stared at him, seemingly getting colder. "Really?" He rolled his eyes once again and scoffed, turning around. He took off toward a street, muttering to the others to follow him. Some of his companions followed right behind him after sending them curious and apologetic glances. Bubbly and a girl stayed behind, waiting for the newcomers. 

The girl sighed and offered her hand to shake. "I'm Allison. Sorry about Five, he's a bit rude."  Bubbly scoffed at that, muttering something about a grouchy old man. "The girl is our sister, Vania. She fell unconscious before we time-traveled. Look, I know you don't have to, but you can trust us." Deep inside you, you knew that they were trustworthy. Anyway, if you were proven to be wrong, all you had to do was use your power and get the hell out of there with Andrew. Smiling, you shook Allison's hand before pointing to your brother. 

"That's Andrew, I'm Y/N. And don't worry," You pointed at the nosey people still watching their little group, "between the old-timers and you guys, I choose you guys." 

Allison chuckled while Bubbly, who presented himself as Klaus, cheered and led the way to catch up with their siblings. 

The walk to a small isolated house took a good 20 minutes. In this time, you talked with the rest of the group, getting to know them a bit. 

You learned that the familiarity you found in their uniform was caused by their worldwide superheroes reputation. You remember watching the news one day, 6 of them displaying in front of a crowd, proud faces daring someone or something to come at them and try and beat them. You remember feeling proud of being born on the same day as them. You were all special after all. 

However, they weren't as invincible as you once thought in your young innocence. Apparently, they failed in preventing an apocalypse in 2019 and ended up travelling through time to survive, which failed once again because you all were back in your early teen age. The idea of being stuck in the past for your whole life was weird to say the least and you hoped that you would find a way to get back home. 

Most importantly though, you learned that Klaus was your favorite out of the group. He was carefree, almost too much sometimes, and was not afraid to be himself. You laughed along with him during a big part of the walk, the both of you mocking the outraged faces of the 1963 grown-ups when they got a good look of Andrew's shirt or Allison's too short skirt for their time. 

Luther clearly didn't trust the two addition to their little group. He shot some glances your and Andrew's way from time to time, clearly trying to judge if you were a threat or not. At one point, he asked Allison to walk with him. It may have sound innocent but you knew he wanted to protect her from you. You didn't need a power to find out, his eyes were talkative enough. 

Diego was at least approachable. He didn't talk much, but didn't reject you either. He seemed funny on first glance and you hoped that you would have a chance to talk to him more. 

Finally, there was Five. For you, he was a total mystery.  He didn't turned around once, too concentrated to get to his destination and not once did he answer his siblings when they asked where he was leading them. He totally ignored the people watching him like he had two heads, sometimes glaring at those who were too close to him, but mainly kept his eyes right ahead. 

You reached a cute little yellow house with rows of beautiful purple flowers framing the door. Pansies you think they are named. You were sure that there would be a lovely old lady greeting you at the door with a nice smell of cookies floating in the air, but to your disappointment, a musty smell gripped you at the throat instead, along with dust entering your lungs. 

You coughed a bit just like everyone who entered before you minus Five. He seemed immune to his environment, still walking like he hadn't reached his destination yet. 

"Five, the hell are we doing here?" Diego's voice echoed through the silent rooms. You wandered into the little living room, barely dodging Klaus who just threw himself on the first couch he saw. A cloud of dust erupted of the old cushion, like an explosion suffocating the brunette who quickly got back on his feet. You laughed at his antics when a hand got a hold of your arm and pulled you toward a door. 

"Come on Panda. They went this way." Andrew released you when you followed after him. The door lead to a basement, where everyone was gathered around Five. 

"Thank you for finally joining us." The sarcasm caught your attention, your eyes travelling to the source only to find his gaze on you, reanimating the flutters in your belly. Damn butterflies, you'll need to find a fly swatter soon. "Now we can concentrate on stopping the apocalypse." You froze. The what now? 

"The hell?" "Did you just say a-" both yours and Andrew's voice died in your throat when Five lifted the corner of a carpet, throwing it at your feet and gripped two wood planks. If he hadn't lifted the two planks like he did, you would never have thought that they were movable. 

"Holy shit! You have your own batcave?" Klaus jumped before Five in the hole in the ground. Five followed suit, threatening Klaus of mutilation if he touched anything. Luther moved his unconscious sister in his arms and entered the hole. Your curiosity to see what was down there got the best of you, so you did one step toward the hole before you were stopped in your tracks. 

"Woa. We can't go down there. We don't know them." Roo's uneasiness was clear. He didn't trusted them and being stuck underground wasn't helping. "No offense," he watched Allison and Diego, who stayed behind waiting for them, "but you guys might be killers for all we know!" 

A blur passed in your field of vision, passing under your brother's chin and hitting the wall. 

"Don't you fucking dare call us killers. We save people." With each words, Diego got closer to Andrew, growing the tension in the room as he went. 

"And you think that they'll trust us when you throw knives at them?" Allison grabbed her sibling's arm and pulled him back, away from Andrew's face. 

"They have to if they want to come back from here." Five's voice coming from behind you made you jump. You hasn't seen him exit the hole nor did you hear his steps. "And we don't have time to waste. The clock is ticking." His tone let no place to negotiate. He was losing patience. And fast. 

"To stop the apocalypse?" The hope of returning home, to your family and friends was relieving. If you could do something to save them in 2019, you would definitely do everything to make sure that happened. 

"Yes and if we want to have a chance to do it, we must start to plan. Now." A sigh on your left made you relax. Andrew finally admitted defeat, allowing you to follow Five who disappeared under the ground again. 

You stopped in awe at the underground living room. A bunker. The perfect hideout to plan to stop an apocalypse. 

…………………………….

Your brain felt like it was going to explode at any second. After Five had thrown spare clothes to everyone, the Hargreeves had taken an hour or so to explain what happened in 2019 and you were now trying to elaborate a plan against an organisation named the Commission. Sadly, every ideas were quickly rejected by an impatient and highly irritated Five. 

Klaus' whines about his empty stomach was getting on the boy's nerves for the last half hour, but you couldn't stop yourself before finally agreeing and proposing to go get some take out. Thinking with an empty stomach was too much to ask for and by the looks of it, Five would never be satisfied by anyone's idea. 

Cheers resonated in the room making you chuckles while Five rolled his eyes. 

"I'm coming with!" Klaus cheerfully tapped your shoulder and lead the way out of the bunker. 

"Me too! You'll need someone to "pay" for the food." Allison chuckled along with you. You shot a questioning glance at your brother, only to be answered with a shake of his head. You knew he would probably use this time to snoop around the bunker and get to know who he was plotting with.  Just as you were about to exit the house with your 2 new friends, a blue flash on your right caught your attention. 

"I'm coming." Every damn time! The second you hear that damn melodious voice, your heartbeat accelerates! Were you ill? Was your body trying to tell you something? Warn you against him? 

"Believe me, old brother dear! We really don't want to know!" Hands moving in the air like a lunatic, Klaus turned on himself to face you, walking backwards. You barely had time to slap a hand on your mouth to stop yourself from laughing at the boy. "You just want coffee, say it." He added on a more serious tone. 

"I'm here to make sure that you newbies don't alter the timeline more than it already is." Allison ignored Five's irritated comment and nudged your arm. 

"Hey, sorry about Diego earlier. He really takes his vigilante work seriously." You shrugged it off, it wasn't a big deal to you. You were a bit carefree but not careless. You had good instincts and you knew that you could trust your guts telling you that they were good allies. 

"It's fine. Sorry for my brother, Roo really crossed a line, calling you killers like that." You paused, trying to find the right words to describe your situation. "He's just really confused. One minute we are relaxing at home and the next we are back in our teenage body in an old american city." You frown, looking at the ground. A delicate hand found your shoulder and squeezed softly. 

"I forgot to ask!" You jumped at Klaus' sudden exclamation. "Where are you guys from? I can't place your accent!" 

You scratched your neck, an embarrassed smile forming on your face. "Sorry for the accent." A nervous laugh escaped your lips. "My brother and I are French Canadian. We grew up learning French and English, but I'm way more fluent in French as it's my mother tongue." You were not embarrassed of your country in the slightest. You loved Canada, it was just that a certain piercing blue pair of eyes was glued to you ever since you left the house and they started making you nervous. 

Klaus gasped before reaching your side to throw an arm around your shoulder and pull your smaller form into his side. "Our polite neighbors! You don't have to worry, your English is impéccable so far!" You giggled, happy to know that your nationality won't be an issue. 

"So you were in Canada and you still time-travelled?" Five's sudden question surprised you. During the whole way to the nearest diner, he had remained silent, listening and analysing. His incredulous tone made you perplexed. Was it wrong? You opened the door to the others before answering the question. 

"Looks like i-" A fist hit the counter in front of you, making you jump. Your heartbeat accelerated for a second, the silence in the diner deafening to your ears and rising your nervosity. Every pair of eyes in the room was directed at you, more so at Allison. You perceived her anxiety and immediately, your hand found hers in a weak attempt to appease her. The way her fingers tightly interlaced with yours despite her keeping a strong exterior alerted you that she was shrinking inside. 

The looks on the patrons faces made you sick. You recognized those looks. Disgust. Anger. Superiority. For a moment, you had forgotten that a lot of people in these years hated the people of color and that they suffered great injustices. 

The clerk behind the counter with his haughty air, pointed a sign behind him. The sight made you gnash. Whites only. Oh how you wanted to show him how colourful he could get if you hit him hard enough. You opened your mouth at the same moment as Klaus, but the both of you were interrupted by none other than Five. 

"We're leaving." Your eyes went wide, quickly turning to him to yell at him instead, but were cut off by his hand pulling you out harshly along with Allison. The second you were outside, you pulled your hand back as hard as you could, nearly elbowing Klaus in the stomach when Five let you go. 

"Why are you letting them win?" You spat. Some patrons were still eyeing you through the front window, contentment dripping from their features. You nearly decided to get back inside and speak your mind. 

"There's nothing we can do about that. Drop it." Your blood was still boiling in your veins. You wanted justice. You wanted to punch the clerk's and patron's smug faces until their thick skull understood that people of color or not, everyone had the same rights. You were all humans. You were all sentient beings. 

"It's fine. Let's go." Allison's weak smile didn't even reached her eyes. As much as you hated to, you dropped it nevertheless. Pushing the matter wouldn't do anyone any good so you followed Five towards another diner, your morale at its lowest. He and Klaus went inside to get the food while you waited with Allison outside. You two settled on a bench near the diner so the boys would find you easily and started softly passing rocks at each other with your feet.  

"You must miss them." You frowned at the affirmation. 

"Who?" 

"Your soulmate and your family." Her sad eyes met yours. It was at this moment that you realised that she looked utterly tired. It pulled at your heart to see her in this state. 

"I never met my soulmate. But I do miss my family a lot." You recalled your mom who stroked your hair when your weren't feeling good, your dad who would always figure out a way to cheer you up and your dog who would always be a sunshine and sleep over your covers to keep you warm whenever you felt cold. Lowering your head because of the tears forming in your eyes, you blinked several times to subtly kept them at bay. Years of hiding your tears caused you to improve your own technique and become an expert. 

"You'll meet him, one day." You slowly nod your head, keeping your gaze low. "You say "never" like it was definitive, but when we get back in 2019, there's still a chance that you'll find him." She pat your shoulder, smiling softly. You returned her smile. You were about to ask about her own soulmate when something shiny caught your eyes. The sun reflected off a metallic surface, which you quickly attributed to a knife. 

Before you could register what happened, your brain forced your hand to move and grab the knife in a strong grip. The pain was excruciating. The feeling of a thousand paper cuts all happening at once, cutting through your flesh and leaving a burning feeling in your palms and fingers made you grunt. As much as you wanted to drop the knife, you couldn't. Because if you were to release your grip on the weapon, the moron who tried to stab your friend would get what he wanted. 

Only when he pulled back on the knife, cutting deeper into your flesh, did you screamed and fell on your knees. You heard your name but you were too focussed trying to keep the pain at bay, squeezing your wrist in vain. The burning intensified, along with your heartbeat resonating into your hand. A soft touch on your back brought you back to reality. The moron had apparently took out, leaving you with Allison, Klaus and a disheveled Five. 

"Wait, you're cut too?" 

You couldn't concentrate. Your head along with your hand were pounding, blood pooling between your fingers and tainting your newly acquired old pants. For a moment, all you could see was the deep red of your blood, slowly oozing from the deep gashes in your palm and phalanges. It was mesmerizing and terrifying. You haven't been hurt to the point of bleeding in… years? It wasn't something you missed in the slightest. 

Then your world became blue. The most beautiful and calming shade of blue you've ever seen. It happened in a flash and suddenly you were back in the bunker under the yellow house. No more calming blue, no more street, no more cars. No more bubble. 

"What the hell happened!?" Andrew's body filled your vision while his beaming voice filled your ears. 

"Stop screaming. That's unnecessary." You were certain that if Five hadn't knelt on your side and showed you his hand, Andrew would have definitely jumped at his throat and strangled him. Your eyes widened when you noticed the blood on his hand. Both your cuts were 100% identical. "That explain why you got teleported from Canada." The tiniest of smile graced his features. "Hey soulmate." 

You didn't know how you two being soulmates allowed you to time-travel, but you knew two things: you were screwed and the butterflies will keep dancing in your stomach for the rest of your life.

Part 2

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The Deep End

Boba x fem!reader, drabble-y angst + smut, Fennec makes appearances as your bff

TW: unprotected sex, drug use (they smoke a joint)

Translations (Mando’a)

cyar’ika - sweetheart

***

You smiled as Boba passed by you, looking into your face briefly. You pushed down the butterflies he gave you, trying to act reasonably. You were an adult after all. Fennec played her turn at Dejarik. You absentmindedly made a terrible play, still thinking of Boba.

“Girl, get your head in the game. I’m inclined to let you redo that move.” She tapped your hand. You looked down at your stupid move, still thinking of Boba. A small smile played on your lips. “Ah, well. I’m pretty sure I’m losing anyway.” She shrugged and continued play. You didn’t notice the look she gave you while you were studying the pieces left on the board.

***

You woke up thirsty. The ship was dim; it was still the middle of the night. You got out of your hammock and headed towards the mess. You made your way slowly and quietly, still sleepy. You were about to turn the corner into the mess when you heard a soft laugh. You froze, your tired brain confused that someone else was up at this hour. For whatever reason, you made the decision to peer around the door jam.

You saw Boba and Rennie standing very close to each other. Boba grabbed her hair and played with it. She smiled shyly and bit her lip, placing her hand on his chest. Her hand slowly slide down his torso. You blinked in shock and whipped your head back around the doorway to remain hidden. You stood with your back against the wall, mind racing, heart fractured. You turned and left, your throat dry but the glass of water forgotten. You headed to the bathroom and locked yourself inside. It was the only place to ever really have privacy aboard Slave 1.

You turned the light above the mirror on and studied yourself. You were not young anymore. Thin lines were on your forehead; your face showed other signs of the wear and tear of your lifestyle as well as simple aging. You were out of your prime so far as female attractiveness was concerned. It stung. You had never been the older woman before. And competing with youth was not something you thought you had in you. You were meek, quiet. Not bold like Rennie. You would never have had the courage to touch him like that.

A tear popped out of your eye, sliding down your cheek. You watched it, dejected. The bottom fell out of your stomach and you felt embarrassed. You hoped no one noticed your lingering stares and stupid smiles when he was around. How could you live it down? The part that hurt the most was that you thought you had a chance. You snorted at yourself, starting to cry silently, big tears flowing down your face freely.

You thought about his face, his voice. The times you had spent getting to know each other over cleaning rifles or a meal. Your mouth twitched into a small smile. He had seemed.... No. It didn’t matter, because you were wrong. You made yourself frown to wipe the stupid smile off you face. You sighed, wiping your tears and composing yourself. You came up with a mantra, “Mind your business. Smile. Don’t think about it.” You repeated it to yourself as you splashed cool water on your face and thought about taking a shower to rid yourself of the feelings you had. You decided against it and headed back to your hammock, not glancing in the direction of the mess as you did. You laid cocooned in your hammock, repeating your new mantra as you fell asleep.

***

You woke with a hole in your heart. You blinked yourself awake, momentarily forgetting the events of the night before. You wondered why your heart was so heavy. Then you remembered. You frowned and looked over at Rennie’s hammock. She wasn’t there. Was she awake already, or had she spent the night elsewhere? You tried to blank out your mind, but it didn’t work. You sniffled and swung your legs out, connecting with the floor.

You stood and stretched, doing some yoga moves to limber up. Fennec walked past and winked at you. You smiled in response and continued to do warrior II. When you felt alive you headed to the mess. It was a hard journey to make. You were apprehensive. You pushed the feeling away; it had no real meaning. You turned the corner this time without pausing. You regretted your action immediately.

You were face to face with Boba. He had been leaving. You exclaimed in surprise at the near collision, putting your hands up. He gracefully moved to the side to let you enter. Stunned at his presence, you walked past him, hands still up. You turned around, trying to think of something to say, some greeting perhaps. But he was gone.

You clamped down on your emotions and repeated your mantra. Mind your business. Smile. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. A flash of Boba and Rennie came up in your mind. Your lower lip quivered, but you kept it together. You grabbed breakfast and sat down quietly to eat alone.

***

Your day continued to unfold. You went with Fennec to town to get some supplies. The two of you chatted while you picked up items in the bazaar.

“How’re you doing, babe? You seem off today.” Fennec kept her face neutral, but you heard a twinge of concern in her voice anyway. “Just got out of the wrong side of the hammock I guess,” you mumbled, unhappy someone had seen through your facade. “Boba said you gave him a crazy look this morning. He noticed too.” She looked at you carefully. Your hand faltered as you went to grab an item off your list. You corrected and grabbed it, putting it into your bag. “Oh, well that’s weird... he just scared me as I was coming around the corner. That’s all.” Fennec shrugged and the conversation went silent. You revisited your actions in the morning and questioned everything in your life. You spiraled.

The two of you moved to the next vendor stall. “You know you can talk to me, girl.” Fennec stated casually, looking up at you carefully again. You shrugged, “I know.” She shrugged in response.

***

Fennec left you to unpack your purchases. You quietly stored the items in their appropriate places, at peace while performing the menial task. Rennie appeared. “Want some help?” Your throat tightened at her voice. You turned around, trying to appear neutral. “I’m okay, thanks. Almost done,” you gestured to the small pile. She shrugged as she walked off, “Okay.”

You repeated your mantra, your peaceful attitude shattered. Don’t think about it. Smile. Your composure broke for a second and a sad shadow passed over your face. You felt defeated by your own emotions. You looked up, planning to take the food to the mess. You looked straight into Boba’s eyes. You gulped, blinking and trying to school your face into a cheerful expression. You grimaced instead.

He narrowed his eyes nearly imperceptibly. “You okay?”

“Fine,” you shot back, lowering your gaze. You grabbed the food and pushed past him to the mess. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. You thought about it.

***

The fire sent sparks up into the night sky. Rennie had convinced everyone that a bonfire would be nice. You watched Boba poke at the fire while your companions chatted idly, passing spotchka. It came to you. You took a huge swig and passed it to Fennec, who eyed you. Normally you didn’t drink too much. You shrugged and averted your gaze.

The spotchka continued to make its way around your small circle, the blue liquid disappearing as it did. Boba and Rennie were talking in low tones. You repeated your mantra as you downed the last of the spotchka. You felt drunk. It almost felt comforting. A numbing effect had taken over. “You really outdid yourself tonight,” Fennec commented. She turned to you, creating your own tete a tete and ignoring the other two, still speaking softly to each other. You wanted to cry. “Something is up with you, babe. I wish you would talk to me about it.”

You glared at her, tired of being questioned. You said nothing, repeating your mantra in your inner monologue nonstop. You decided to try something. You forced a small smile that you thought might be convincing. “I’m bored. Dejarik?” She seemed surprised, “Really? Okay I guess. I’ll try not to beat you too badly.” She winked at the last statement. You smiled timidly. The two of you stood and walked inside, leaving Boba and his love interest to their own devices. It hurt to leave them but you knew it didn’t matter whether you were there or not. So why watch?

Dejarik passed slowly. You managed to focus so the game was close. You were repeating a piece of your mantra in your head. Smile. Just smile. You did not smile. Instead your brow furrowed as you concentrated on determining your next move.

Boba appeared out of nowhere, breaking your focus. You made a stupid move, grimacing as you did. Fennec’s eyes flicked up to you. You looked down at the board, embarrassed and sure to lose now. Boba grunted, watching the two of you play, “Bad move.”

”Thanks,” you nearly whispered.

Fennec said nothing and moved a piece on the board. You were in trouble. You tried to find a way out, but all you could think of was Boba’s proximity. Don’t Think About It you commanded yourself. You glared at the board until you saw a move. It wasn’t enough to save you, but it was good enough to not be a clear bad move like your last one. You moved the piece. Boba tsked and Fennec made her move, effectively ending the game. You sat back. “Good game, you’ve got me beat hun.” She shrugged, “You made it easy at the end.” You looked at your hands and then stood. “Well, I think I’ll go to bed. Gnight.” You kept your gaze down and passed by Boba, on the way to your hammock. Electricity crackled through your body as you walked past him.

***

You laid awake thinking of Boba for awhile. You tried not to focus on Rennie too much. You just wanted to think of him fondly for a moment. You ruminated on some times you two had laughed together. You smiled softly, thinking of his gravelly laugh. Your smiled faded as you realized that these things were in the past. Ever since Rennie was around, there was no time for such things between Boba and you. You thought about yourself ten years younger. More like Rennie. Maybe then you would’ve had a chance. You sighed and closed your eyes, intent on sleeping.

A noise woke you. You attempted to sit up bolt upright, which was difficult in a hammock. Instead you started to swing wildly. You got tangled up in it and fell out. You picked yourself up, glad everyone else was asleep. You rubbed your head where you’d smacked it on the ground. You no longer felt sleepy after such an awakening. You decided to walk the ship to try to get your mind off things. It was small so it was more like pacing, but you needed to move.

You walked down the corridor to the cargo bay, wringing your hands. Suddenly you felt a draft. You picked up your pace and arrived in the cargo bay. The door was open to the night. You were confused; who was outside? You walked to the top of the ramp and looked down. Boba was sitting on the ramp halfway down, smoking something. Before you could slink away, he turned around.

”Can’t sleep either?”

“I fell out of my hammock,” you admitted. A guttural laugh followed your statement. You felt hot. “You’re okay?” You nodded, feeling sheepish. “Come join me,” he motioned for you to sit next to him. Your heart leapt and then faltered. Where was Rennie? You realized you had asked out loud and held your breath.

“I don’t know. Probably asleep.”

You walked over and sank down next to him. He offered you what he was smoking, “Weed.” You smiled despite yourself and took a hit. You held the joint and played with it in your fingers. Then you passed it back, careful not to come into contact with his hand as you did. It would’ve been too much. You exhaled and looked up into the stars.

“She doesn’t really want me, you know. She just likes the attention,” Boba intoned, unbidden.

You silently thought about how much you really did want him. You toed the ramp, looking at your foot as you did. “Okay,” you said, trying to appear neutral. Don’t think about it. Smile.

He turned to you, “Okay? Is that all you are gonna say?”

You swallowed thickly, thinking of what it might be like to be the object of his desire. “Yup.”

“You don’t make things easy.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion, then forced your face into what you hoped was pleasantly indifferent. “What are you talking about?”

He shrugged, for the first time appearing unsure of himself. “Nothing I guess.” He passed you the joint, brushing against your fingers. You closed your eyes and tried to blink down the tears that had sprung up. You turned your head away from him as you took your next hit. You passed the joint back without looking, still fighting your tears. You felt him take it.

He sighed softly, but said nothing. You kept your head facing away from him, tears slowly making trails down your face. Smoke drifted past you. You realized Boba’s clothing was brushing against your own. You gulped. Suddenly you sprang up. “Well I should probably try to sleep again.” You took off without waiting for a reply.

***

The next day Fennec pulled you aside, “Wanna go to town? Boba and I are going to a cantina for a change of pace.”

“Okay,” you were feeling oddly peaceful this morning. You felt like you could handle it. Leaving Rennie at the ship, the three of you piled onto speeders and took off. You held onto Fennec tightly, thinking of nothing.

Your bizarrely calm mood continued in the cantina. Fennec ordered you a strong drink, trying to tease you. You normally politely sipped a spotchka. This time, you downed half the drink immediately, shocking your companions. “She’s feeling wild today,” Fennec commented, still surprised at your tenacity. You shrugged, feeling oddly disconnected from them. “Mm,” you said.

Boba and Fennec broke into a conversation about cycler rifles. They debated some aspect of scopes. You sat quietly and steadily drank your beverage. When it was gone, you ordered another. Your companions glanced at each other. “You gonna be able to hold on on the way back?” Fennec asked laughingly. You shrugged. You hadn’t thought about it. You continued to drink wordlessly, smiling politely at them but refusing to engage either of them. Your eyes drifted to the other patrons as Fennec and Boba picked up their scope debate.

You tried to find another man you thought was attractive. It was slim pickings. Finally you settled on a halfway decent looking guy at the bar. He was alone. Perfect. You drunkenly got up, spilling your drink. You ignored your companions’ confused calls to you.

You made it to the bar and plopped down. “So, you gonna buy me a drink or what,” you slurred to your target. He smiled at you and raised a hand for the bartender, “A fire whiskey for my new lady friend.” You smiled and leaned towards him slightly.

You engaged him in various stupid conversations such as the weather, Bestine’s current state of political affairs, and pod racing. The conversation flowed easily, as did the fire whisky. You drank down another cup easily, getting lost in your distraction. Suddenly you realized you needed to empty your bladder. You stood on wobbly legs. “I needta pee, be back,” you said absentmindedly to your new companion. You ambled off to the rest rooms.

You made it into the rest room and grabbed ahold of a stall door. You stopped to steady yourself. The restroom door opened. You moved further into the stall to avoid the other patron. Suddenly you felt hands on your hips and lips on the back of your neck. You thought of Boba and got wet. Turning around, you realized it was your bar boyfriend. You stared in confusion as his hands ran over you. He drew you into a slow kiss.

The bathroom door opened again. You barely noticed. You closed your eyes, thinking of Boba. You put your hands on his chest. There was a crash and you were standing alone again. You fell into the side of the stall. Your partner was against the wall, with Boba choking him.


“Stop, stop what’re you doing,” you drawled. Boba turned, teeth bared. You made eye contact with him. Your confusion caused him to loosen his grip on the man. He slipped away from Boba while yelling, “What the fuck are you doing, man? Mind your own business!”

“Yeah,” you mumbled.

Boba turned fully towards you. “You want to do this... with.. him?” He eyed you. You were too drunk to figure out his expression. “Yeah, I mean, I dunno.” You drunkenly leaned your head against the stall, finally feeling the booze hit you. Everything swam.

The man moved towards you and Boba growled, turning with his fists balled. “Fuck this, man. You’re both crazy.” The man left. You started to cry. There went your opportunity to pretend Boba was railing you. Fennec appeared, “I saw him leave, is she okay? What’s going on?”

”I don’t know,” Boba said lowly, then left. Fennec grabbed you and led you to the sink. She turned the water on and stuck your head under the faucet. “Sober up, girl, you almost fucked a total stranger in here,” she tsked.

“So fucking what. Who cares,” you were still upset.

“Well, I do. ....Boba does.”

You laughed harshly, tears mingling with the tap water. Fennec sighed. “You know he—“ you stood abruptly and put your hands on either of her shoulders. Your face was sopping wet and your hair was damp. “Let’s go back to the table,” you said abruptly. You dropped your hands and were through the door before she could do anything. You wobbled back to the table, plopping down in front of your spilt drink. Boba was waiting at the table, a cup in his hand. He didn’t drink from it. He watched you as you righted your cup and looked into it. Fennec sat down beside you, sighing softly. “You’re cut off, my love. You need to sober up so you can hold on on the way back. Seriously.” She took the cup from you. You groaned and laid your wet head in the puddle of fire whiskey. They let you be.

You were shaken awake. “Time to go home, babe,” Fennec’s voice said. You groaned and opened your eyes slowly. Sitting up, you eyed your companions indifferently. You were hung over and annoyed with their meddling. Fennec seemed not to notice, but Boba looked chastened.

“I’m not going directly to Slave 1, so you’ll go back with Boba now.” Fennec’s words brought you out of your grumpy reverie. “Fine. Whatever,” you grumbled, voice hoarse. Fennec picked you up and led you out of the cantina.

Fennec put you on the back of Boba’s speeder. “Now, remember. Hold on,” she knocked your head lightly. You grunted, “Mm.” She turned to speak to Boba. You sat on the speeder, hands pressed into the seat to steady yourself. You felt unwell and wanted to lie down. Fennec departed. Boba turned to you, “Are you well enough to go back now?”

You didn’t look up, “Yeah.” He got on in front of you, and turned his head after a missed beat. “You have to hold on,” he said, sounding somewhat amused and somewhat apprehensive. “Mm,” you commented, as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You scooted up so you were flush against him; secure for the ride home. He felt amazing. You pushed the feelings of giddiness down, aggravated with yourself. He took off without further discussion. You laid your cheek against his back and sighed as you watched the scenery whip by. Dune after dune. The light started to fade. You snuggled into him, feeling drowsy and warm. You closed your eyes and gripped him.

Upon arriving at Slave 1, you threw yourself off the speeder, disentangling yourself from Boba with lightning speed. “Thanks, gotta go pee,” you lied. He seemed to be trying to ask you something, but you walked off, ignoring him. You weren’t in the mood to have your heart toyed with. You collapsed awkwardly into your hammock and blacked out.

***

Throbbing pain in your temple started your day for you. You cracked one eye open. The ship was still dim; it must be early. You grumbled to yourself, still in a sour mood. You got up and showered. Feeling slightly more alive, you went to the mess to grab something to revive yourself. You turned the corner absentmindedly, running smack into Boba.

”Oof!” You exclaimed. He grabbed your upper arms to steady you. You backed up and looked up into his face. His expression was one of surprise mixed with something else darker. He continued to hold your arms. “You’re awake early.” He peered into your face.

”Sure I guess. I just wanted a snack.” You pushed past him, using your hands to gently press against his chest. He dropped his hands, stiffening at your touch. You grabbed an apple and took a crisp bite. You turned around, surprised to find Boba still there, standing in the doorway. You eyed him nervously. He shifted his weight, “Are you ever gonna talk to me again?”

”We’re talking right now,” You said flatly.

“I mean... really talk.”

You stared at him as you took an indifferent bite of your apple.

He faltered, “I mean... I... miss our talks.”

“Oh.” You chewed, not really paying attention to him.

He made to leave, then turned again. “Are you ever going to not be mad at me?”

“What?” This brought you out of your flippant mood.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, looking at you hopefully.

You stared blankly at him, confusion on your face. “For what? Beating that guy up?” You half laughed.

“No.. not that.”

“Then... what?”

He cleared his throat. “I’m not good at this.”

”Good at what?”

“Apologizing. And... expressing myself.”

You shrugged and took another bite of your apple, “You seem to do okay.”

He sighed, standing with his hands at his sides. You leaned back into the counter, lounging against it. He moved towards you until he was right in front of you. Your breathing picked up nervously. This close he made you feel hot and tingly. He reached out a hand to push your hair behind your ear. It reminded you of when you had caught him and Rennie in nearly the very same position. Your face became pained. “What is it, cyar’ika?” He asked softly. You ignored the strange word, feeling like you were trapped in someone else’s memory.

“You and Rennie... you already had this moment with her,” you said, pushing his hand away. It hurt to do so. Tears filled your eyes. He stood in front of you, his hand back at his side. You sniffled, managing to swallow your tears. You finished your apple and tossed it into the trash. You brushed past him, intending to go back to your hammock to get away from him. He grabbed your wrist. “Wait, we’re not done talking.” You turned to him, waiting anxiously. He seemed lost for words, but his grip on your wrist didn’t falter.

He started by saying your name softly. The way he said it so tenderly made you tear up. This time the tears flowed down your cheeks. He took his other hand and wiped them away. “Please don’t cry. I don’t want to make you cry.” You shrugged, dejected.

He brought his pointer finger to your chin. He brushed against your lips with his thumb. You pursed your lips, surprised and confused. He forged ahead, seeming to have something in mind. He leaned in quickly and kissed you. You gasped and your hands went to his shoulders. He released your wrist and pulled you to him, crushing you to himself. You made an overwhelmed noise and he pulled back, looking into your eyes.

“What’re you doin,” you asked breathlessly, wanting more but unwilling to make more of a fool of yourself.

“Trying to tell you I want you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What?”

He seemed flustered, ”I mean. I’m sorry for Rennie.” You didn’t move. You just stared at him. “What?” You asked stupidly.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t mean to. I was just... having fun. But it was at your expense.”

You shook your head, “What’re you talking about, Boba.” Your tone was soft, sad. You felt yourself becoming translucent. You were tired of keeping yourself wound up inside.

“When I saw him touching you, I understood how I hurt you with her. I’m sorry.” You stared. He continued, “I wanted to kill him for touching you. I wanted it to be me.” You finally allowed yourself to hear what he was saying. “Why wasn’t it you, then?” You asked sadly. “It could have been.”

“I know. I know. I... was a fool.” He kissed you softly again. Your eyes fluttered closed. He deepened the kiss, becoming frantic. You responded in kind. You wanted him to devour you. He pulled you to the counter and sat you on it. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him to you. He moaned, crushing you to him again. When you came up for air, he said, “Please forgive me, cyar’ika.”

You scooted off the counter so he was fully supporting your weight. “What do you really want?” You asked softly.

“You. Only you.”

You buried your head into his shoulder and cried. He rubbed your back lightly. You composed yourself. Still sniffling, you pulled your head up to look at him. He waited. Your eyes slid to his lips as you licked yours. He took the hint and slowly cupped your cheek to kiss you. The kiss was sweet, tender almost. He deepened it, sliding his tongue past your teeth. You responded in kind and the two of you held each other as you kissed. His hands went to the waistband of your pants tentatively. You moaned and ground your pussy into his groin. He was already hard. This drove you crazy. You bit his lip and your hands riffled through his clothing, desperate to undo his pants. He picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the mess into the corridor. “Where are we going?” You panted. “To my room.” You smiled, anticipation filling you.

The door to Boba’s room whooshed shut. He deposited you into the bed and fell into it on top of you. He spread your legs with a knee and ground his cock into your entrance. You gasped and moaned, needy for him. You again reached for his clothing. He started to pull your pants down. You lifted your hips for him. He stripped your pants and shoes off. You pulled your sweater and bra off. He inhaled, looking at you and running a rough hand down your side. You blushed. “I’m no Rennie,” you said.

”Forget her,” he whispered. “I have.”

He grabbed you appreciatively. You rolled over onto your back and splayed your legs, waiting. He was a blur of clothing and skin as he disrobed, eager to join you. Finally he was over you, looking down. He leaned down to kiss you as he positioned himself between your legs. Your arousal was coating the sheets and your inner thighs. He moaned against your mouth, “You’re so wet.”

You moaned back, absolutely dumb with lust. He bit your throat lightly as he nuzzled the head of his cock into your folds, finding your entrance. You spread your legs wider, moaning loudly and dropping “Please,” from your mouth. He covered your mouth with his as he penetrated you. You felt his head enter you and made a strangled noise. He stopped and looked at you questioningly. “No no don’t stop, don’t stop” you pleaded, clinging to him. He continued to impale you on himself, slowly so you could adjust to his girth. The stretching of your pussy was overwhelming. You were already arching your back with your eyes closed. He bottomed out in you and stilled. “Please, please. Move. I want you to fuck me.”

He pulled out and slowly reentered you, then pulled out again. He set a moderate pace, watching you carefully. “More, more, please, fuck Boba,” you moaned hoarsely. You mewled as he picked up the pace, stroking you with fast, deep thrusts. Your pussy was on fire, wanting more friction, more of Boba. You clawed at his back, begging for more, always more. He pounded into you, grunting from effort and pleasure. “Oh Maker, oh Boba, oh—!” You came hard around his cock, pussy clamping down on him. He made a strangled noise but continued to fuck you through your orgasm. You made unladylike noises and wrapped your legs around his hips, squeezing. He stilled in you, groaning. You rocked your hips, “Baby you still need to cum. I want you to cum in me.” He looked at you, but said nothing, kissing you instead. You released his hips and he started to move again, slower but with force. You felt your tits bouncing as he fucked you. He licked your throat and then bit you savagely. You mmmmd and ran your nails down his back.

He sucked on your throat, bruising you. “Ah, fuck,” he grunted as he fucked into you. “Fuck my pussy baby, fuck it,” you were all teeth and nails, biting him back and scratching him again. He picked you up and flipped you over onto all fours, pulling you up. He penetrated you from behind and held your hips in place. You moaned, your face in the pillow. You felt yourself close to another orgasm. He was so deep inside of you you felt full to bursting. You moaned, “Baby I’m gonna cum on your cock again.” His thrusts became erratic and he gripped your neck with one hand and your ass cheek with another. He railed into you, grunting and moaning. You reached your peak again, pussy fluttering around him while you cried out. His thrusts faltered and he stiffened, cock deep inside of you. “Your pussy is so good,” he mumbled. He pulled out and pulled you to his side as he laid down. You were little spoon. He breathed in your hair and snuggled more firmly into you.

After you stopped panting, you asked him the question on the tip of your tongue, before you could lose your courage. “What happens now?”

“Mm, whatever you want. I just want to be with you.” He sighed into your hair. Tears formed in your eyes but you blinked them away. “Then let’s never be apart again.” He gave a short laugh, “As you wish, cyar’ika.”

“What’s that mean anyway?”

He kissed the back of your head, “Sweetheart.”

You smiled, happy.

[babyybitchhhwrites]

Shikaku x Reader 18+

Title: Kiss it Better

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 3830

Warnings/tags: barebacking, begging, older man/younger woman

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Shikaku’s body was a menagerie of scars. Some so old that you could just barely make out the pale, jagged pink lines cutting across his skin. Others more recent and darker. They were a stark contrast against his warm complexion, drawing your gaze and making the others seem less noticeable by comparison. You were struck by the sheer number of them; how every inch of his body appeared to be marred with some physical reminder or another of hard won battles just as much as narrow escapes. There were almost too many to count. Surprisingly, though, they did not detract from his undeniable good looks. If anything, they only added to the pretty picture he painted sprawled out underneath you. 

Reverentially, you traced the path of what looked to have been a particularly gruesome wound with your fingertip. It was probably a miracle he hadn’t been eviscerated. You wondered how he’d ever survived - not only this attack but all of them combined. Just how many battles had he fought and walked away from? You weren’t so sure you wanted to know the answer to that question. 

It’s not as if you could have ever given voice to your curiosity anyway. It wasn’t your place to pry and he was already watching you with a steady interest that made you feel decidedly put on the spot. Like a stagelight had been trained on you and you alone; effectively highlighting your role as the instigator in all this. 

He seemed perfectly at ease playing the observer, your audience of one. Content to let you peruse his body at your own leisure. Those sharp, pinpoint eyes that never seemed to miss even the smallest of details tracked the motion of your hand whenever you’d reach out to touch a new scar before flicking back up to your face again, silently gauging your reaction to each one. You weren’t sure what exactly your expression was conveying in that moment but Shikaku drank it all in with unwavering complacency. If he was offended by your keen scrutinization of his scars, he certainly didn’t show it. 

Drawing your gaze lower, you followed the lean line of his stomach until he disappeared underneath you. The meat of your thighs seemed especially soft and pliable where they were bracketing his narrow hips, bulging around and molding to the firm shape of him. He was lithe and hard despite his age. Despite his role as Jounin commander which consisted almost entirely of desk work. He must have taken the time to keep up on his own training over the years and with some frequency, and it showed. 

You couldn’t help noticing that there were signs of past altercations even this far down on his body, much too below the belt to have been anything but a cheap shot. Who was petty and malicious enough to hurt someone here? A tinge of ire sparked through you as the pad of your finger circled the pock mark blemish that was just shy of his hip bone. It must have hurt like hell getting injured so close to the groin. 

Shikaku drew a quiet inhale then and your head came up. Worry that you’d overstepped some unspoken boundary or touched on a nerve that still ached even after the flesh had long since mended itself flooded your thoughts in a sudden rush. You started to issue a hasty apology but, to your surprise, he didn’t look in any way put out. If anything, the crooked smile playing at his mouth only seemed to suggest amusement and the words died in your throat when he brought his hand up to poke at the pale indentation too.

“Shuriken.” He said, finally breaking the silence. “Friendly fire.” 

Your brows lifted. “Really?” 

Nodding, Shikaku abandoned the pale scar tissue in favor of squeezing your thigh. His palm was rough with thick calluses - yet more proof of his consistent training efforts - and wide enough to give the impression that even the plumpest part of your leg was a mere handful for him. It made you feel small and delicate by way of contrast, like something fragile under his touch, and you shuddered on top of him.

Your reaction did not escape his notice, the curve of his mouth taking on a more sly, knowing edge as he turned his head against the pillow to look at you from a different angle and size you up. “Back when I was still in the academy.” He explained. “Gods, that was a long time ago, wasn’t it? Just an accident during shuriken throwing practice though. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over.” 

“I wasn’t worrying.” You insisted but you could tell he didn’t buy it. Huffing, you slouched forward and splayed your hands across his chest to cover the dense cluster of crisscrossed lines littering his sternum. “You just have so many ...”

“Do they make you uncomfortable?”

You thought about that for a moment. “No. They make me sad.” 

Shikaku pinned you with a wry look of humor. “Whatever for? I’m alive, aren’t I?” 

“Yes, but I don’t like to think about you getting hurt.”

A warm, rumbling chuckle vibrated up through his chest to set your guts on fire, making your loins twist and curl in on themselves. You drew a steadying breath as your fingers flexed and the nails sunk into the smooth meat of his pecs. There was more give than you’d expected. It was the only indication you’d yet found that his hard earned muscle mass, as slight as it was, had begun to deteriorate with the passing of time. You wondered if anyone else had noticed yet. Then, in the same breath, you wondered why that knowledge excited you so much.

“Aren’t you sweet.” He murmured, distracting you from those thoughts when he palmed your rib cage between his hands. A gentle tug was all it took for him to drag you further up his body until you were perched on his stomach rather than his hips. The casual display of strength had your pussy fluttering in eager anticipation, clenching around little more than your own slick as Shikaku threaded his fingers through your hair and pulled you down into a kiss.

His lips were firm but soft against yours, molding to your mouth in a way that seemed to suggest you two had been made to perfectly fit one another. Leaning further into him, you sighed through your nose and kissed him back. You wanted to stay with Shikaku just like this forever. There wasn’t anywhere else you’d rather be than tangled up in bed with him. But, as all things must eventually come to an end, that brief exchange ended long before you were ready for it to.

“When you make that face, I feel like I should apologize.” He said against your mouth. 

“What face?” You whispered. 

“The one you’re making right now.” Shikaku kissed you again; a slow, lingering peck that inspired a shudder down your spine. Eyes that were such a dark shade of brown they looked black - true black - gleamed playfully at you from just a scant few millimeters away while he studied your expression. Taking in your every shallow breath, every minute muscle twitch, and neatly filing it away for later. “I just can’t stand to see you looking so sad because of me. I don’t think ‘sorry’ would actually make you feel any better though.” 

You gave your head a small shake, allowing him to cup your face in the cradle of his palms. He was so gentle with you. Tender despite the calluses digging abrasively into your skin. You hadn’t thought a man like Shikaku actually existed until you’d found yourself working under him and subsequently, perhaps even inevitably, writhing under him in blissful ecstasy only a few short months later. It was almost too good to be true. A dream you never wanted to wake from. 

“I don’t want your apologies.” You told him quietly. 

“What would you have of me then?” 

That was a question you didn’t have to stop and think about. 

“You. I only want you.” 

Leaning up, you pecked at his mouth and then his chin. The coarse hair of his beard tickled slightly as you trailed butterfly kisses along the curve of his jaw and cheek until you could press your lips to the scar slashing across the side of his face. You lingered there for a moment. Feeling the heat of him seeping through his skin and into you before pulling back just enough to speak. “If I could, I would kiss away all your scars. You look very handsome with them. Distinguished. But I wish you’d never gotten hurt in the first place.” 

Shikaku turned his head and nuzzled into your hair, making the tip of his nose brush the outer shell of your ear. “That’s what it means to be a shinobi. You get hurt and learn from your mistakes.” 

“You’ve made this many?” You asked

“And then some.” 

A faint, masculine grunt later, you abruptly found yourself flipped over onto your back. The sudden rush of movement happened too fast for you to comprehend what was happening until you hit the futon with a half stifled gasp. Your eyes widened up at Shikaku as he moved over top of you, sinewy muscles under his skin dancing in a delightful display of subdued strength. With one elbow braced against the mattress, he brought his other hand down to slip under your thigh, grabbing a tight fistfull of doughy soft flesh and hiking your leg up into the air. The faltering groan that tumbled off your tongue sounded needy even to your own ears and you grabbed onto his shoulders with fingers poised like talons. 

Shikaku’s mouth curled into a mischievous little smirk, never missing a beat as he settled between your hips. His pelvis slotted to yours seamlessly, almost like you were two pieces of the same puzzle. The unmistakable nudge of his stiff cock at your pussy lips had you arching against him and trying to curl your captured leg around his ribs; writhing in anticipation as much as you were basking in the immovable force he presented above you. 

He pressed himself flush to you then and your breasts squished against his chest. The sweat slick friction to your nipples sent livewire sparks shooting throughout your body, setting every nerve ending to vibrate. You drew a haggard breath, mewling softly when he bent your leg higher and hooked your ankle over his shoulder. Effectively locking you into place. 

Helpless, all you could do was flex your toes while Shikaku took his time slowly angling his hips back and forth, teasing you with the hard weight between his legs. Gliding it along the puffy slit of your labia and coaxing yet more arousal out of your gushing cunt. Prodding your clit with the ridged glans on every smooth, drawn out stroke. It was maddening and wonderful at the same time. You could feel every bump and vein on the underside of his cock as it drug against you, feel it twitching with the need to sink balls deep into your body. Pulsing with red hot desire. It was enough to drive you wild and you whined softly in the back of your throat.

“Shikaku … please ...”

He groaned encouragingly in response. “Please, what? Use your words, sweetheart.”

You closed your eyes against the deep rumble of his voice, so gentle and soft despite the gruff note in his inflection. That alone would have been enough to send you over the edge if you’d allowed it. You could’ve listened to Shikaku speak for hours on end. This wasn’t how you wanted to find your release though and you squirmed, lifting your other leg to throw it over the small of his back and draw him closer. Trying to make him slip inside you.

It was no good though. Shikaku was as stubborn as a mule when he put his mind to it and there likely wasn’t a person alive who could force him to do something he didn’t want. He merely issued another low, carnal chuckle that made your pussy flutter and spasm, grinding his cock against you with more concentrated thrusts. Slipping and sliding through your drenched folds as if he were well and truly fucking you now. 

You were entirely at his mercy, so wet for him that it bordered on obscene, and you shook as you threw your head back against the pillows with a half choked sob. “Please! I want you to take me … I need it ...” 

“Is that so?” Humming his approval, Shikaku dipped his face down and kissed the tender column of your throat. His beard scratched and tickled, leaving a burning trail in its wake as he worked his way over the line of your jaw and higher still until he could capture your lips again. This exchange was far more heated than the last, more demanding, and you keened into his mouth when the head of his cock bumped your clit with growing insistence. 

Trembling, you tore your mouth from his and gasped. “Don’t make me cum like this! I want to feel you inside of me! Please, Shikaku! Please cum inside me!”

He groaned, tense and halting as a shudder rippled down his spine. You could feel every inch of him rolling with it, not unlike the motion of a cresting wave, and your breath hitched as he adjusted the position of your leg over his shoulder. Shikaku shimmied a little lower then and leaned into you with his weight. His cock found your entrance through muscle memory alone, or perhaps instinct, and you tried to arch against him, eager for the sear of penetration. He had you so thoroughly pinned that it was no use though. Your only available option was to cling to him all the more desperately while he impaled you straight down the middle one excruciating fraction at a time. Forcing you to comprehend each inch of him that entered you in daunting slow motion. 

You seethed. He had you wound so tight that you weren’t sure how much more of this teasing you could stand. The ache inside you only seemed to double down and grow more intense the further he sunk into your contracting passage, stretching you wide around his girth. It felt good. So good it almost hurt and tears of pleasure welled up along your lash line, blurring your view of Shikaku’s marred face. You tried to blink them away to no avail. He made you feel whole and complete; filling you up and taking you just shy of the breaking point. Reaching deep inside and touching parts of you that no other man had ever even come close to brushing against. It was overwhelming in the best possible way and you sucked in a ragged breath as his hand came up to cradle the side of your face, shaking. 

“There you go looking sad again.” He murmured, settling against you at long last with an accompanying grunt and a wet squelch. 

“I - I’m not …”

“I know, baby. I know. Shh.” Leaning close, Shikaku kissed the corner of your trembling lips. Those dark, dark irises studied you up close - taking in the flutter of your lashes, the moisture wetting your eyes, the way your brows furrowed and jumped in wonderful agony. You were sure he could see all of you in that moment, right down to your very soul. “You’re still so sensitive even after all this time. What am I ever going to do with you? Hm?”

A hiccuping moan was your only forthcoming response. You couldn’t seem to get your mouth to cooperate but that didn’t appear to bother him and you were grateful for that.

Smiling faintly, Shikaku backed off just enough to push up onto his elbow. His body, beautiful in its imperfection, flexed and roiled above you. The weight of his cock gradually retreated until you were sure he’d slip right out of you before surging forward again on a single, powerful thrust. You jerked at the intense pleasure that spiderwebbed through you, gasping and groaning. Your pussy flexed, squeezing around him in gooey palpitations that made his breath come a little harder. A little faster. 

His mouth fell open with a barely audible groan, his expression pinched while he watched your face twist up in ecstasy. It looked like he was holding himself back. There was a bead of sweat forming on his brow, right above the scar gouged into his temple and you lifted a trembling hand to wipe it away. Shikaku readily leaned into the warmth of your palm, his eyes slipping shut for a brief moment. 

They opened again when he angled his hips back and locked onto yours as he drove into you on another powerful thrust. He didn’t pause to let you adjust this time; quickly taking on a steady rhythm of long strokes and sharp, pointed jabs that had you seeing stars. It felt like he was punching the air right out of your lungs and your breathless cries rapidly rose to join the deafening noise of skin clapping against skin. The humiliating schlucking sound of your cunt sucking him in deep on every downward lunge seemed loud between your bodies and only added to the lewd cacophony filling the space between you two. It echoed inside your head and seemed to heighten your arousal that much more, sending you barreling blindly towards the edge of oblivion. It was as if he intuitively knew how to hit that spot inside you at just the perfect angle and, as usual, you were powerless to stop it even if you’d wanted to.

“Shi - Shikaku!”

The breath puffing out of him grew more labored, straining against the exertion. “Go on, baby. Let it go. I’ve got you.” 

You screwed your eyes shut and curled into him, holding on for dear life as the pressure in your loins rapidly mounted and threatened to suffocate you. Nails digging into long damaged flesh. The tension weighing heavy on all your muscles. Your leg quaking uncontrollably where it was stretched right to the edge of real discomfort over his shoulder. The delicious burn of his cock carving out a space within you one relentless thrust at a time. His sweat damp hips driving into the backs of your thighs with loud, wet smacks. The smell of him, intoxicating and woodsy. It was too much. You could feel the heat of your orgasm bubbling over, reaching critical mass, and your hands flew up to cover your face as you shrieked in delight. 

“Let me see you, sweetheart.” Shikaku’s voice rumbled above you. “Don’t hide from me.”

His long fingers curled around your wrist in the next moment, gentle and coaxing. You let him tug that hand away from your flushed cheek, watching as if through a daze when he pressed your knuckles to his chest, but the other slipped back to tangle in your own hair. You could feel his heart pounding out an erratic rhythm against his ribs and he was looking at you like you were the only woman he’d ever known. Like you were the only one that mattered. Your stomach flipped over itself and, just like that, the coil snapped.

Arching so hard that you caught a sharp pop in your lower back, you threw your head against the pillows and wailed. The fingers in your hair clenched, desperate for something to hold onto while you shook with the force of your release. But the tug to your scalp only seemed to highlight the intense bursts of pleasure radiating from your cunt, making you cry out with more fervor. 

As you shattered around him, Shikaku slowed to a standstill. Panting and tense with the effort of holding his own release at bay but content to let you ride out the waves of pleasure on his cock. He stayed lodged deep inside your pulpy cunt, just watching you writhe on him and shuddering each time your contracting walls spasmed and squeezed like a vice grip. All the while, you twisted and lurched, realizing in a far off, dreamy sort of way what he was doing but you were too far gone to care. It wasn’t nearly enough to dampen the sharp twangs of ecstasy cascading over your heaving body and you groaned dazedly when you started to come down from the high some moments later. 

It took even longer to find your voice and when you finally tried to speak, your voice was thick with the lingering traces of your ograsm. “You never cum when I do …” 

A short, breathless laugh rang out through the statically charged air. “I like to make sure you’re satisfied first, that’s all. Is that so wrong?”

You turned your head to regard the far wall, feigning a pout. “Am I one of them?” 

“One of what?” He sounded mildly perplexed now and you couldn’t really blame him for not knowing what you were talking about. You felt silly even bringing it up again but you had to know. For your own peace of mind.  

“One of your mistakes.”

Carefully taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Shikaku manually turned you back around to look at him. The fond look of exasperation you found peering down at you wasn’t what you’d been expecting - especially not when he was still flushed and sticky from having sex - but it made your heart skip a beat anyway. He was everything you could have ever hoped for and then some.

“You know you’re not. What a silly thing to say.” He muttered, craning his neck down to kiss you again in a lazy, lingering exchange that was as possessive as it was comforting. His lips curled against yours when you enthusiastically returned the gesture, leaning up to meet him, but he was quick to pull back and pin you with a knowing little smirk. “If you don’t think I’m paying you enough attention, all you had to do was say so. We can fix that right now.”

“That’s not what I meant.” You said, trying and failing to wipe the grin off your face.

“Even so,” His expression took on an almost boyish, mischievous edge as he grabbed onto your other ankle and hefted that one up over his shoulder too, effectively bending you in half like a pretzel. “How about we rectify it anyway?”

Your heart thumped wildly inside your chest when the change in position made him feel that much bigger inside you. The glans pressed tight into your spongy inner wall, sending fresh waves of exquisite pressure shooting throughout the sensitized nerves, and you groaned. This was certainly going to be another long, sleepless night and you couldn’t have been any happier about that prospect. 

“Please, Shikaku. Please pay attention to me.” You gasped.

“As you wish, princess.”

♥♥♥♥

Link to fic on AO3: Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24069682

[oureuphoria]

Worst of You - JJK 03

You meet him under horrible circumstances but that doesn’t stop you from developing a very abnormal and completely unsolicited crush on your local hot police officer™. Too bad you have a bitch of a best friend, anxiety and an inability to learn from your mistakes which cripples your chances to be with the man of your literal dreams. Oh, and he has a lifetime’s worth of emotional baggage at 23.

Or

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know that you’re moving in then.”

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy

Pairing: officer!jungkook X collegestudent!reader

Word count: 2,266

Note: If there’s an Alex in your life, you gotta throw them away.

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 The decision to go to that party was a horrible choice and you’d commend yourself for your ability to constantly make horrible choices if you could. There you were - your first ever frat party. You were seated on a stool in the kitchen bouncing what you assumed to be a jello shot on a plate with a plastic fork. No one really noticed you and if they did, they were either too drunk or too horny to care about your existence. You thought this party would have been a chance to spread your hypothetical wings and become the social butterfly you so desperately wished to become but that was no way to meet people, unless you wanted to bone of course.

You decided to search for Alex, she couldn’t have gone far it was a frat house not the labyrinth. You searched both stories and peered almost every room (you avoided the ones with the doors closed, you were an amateur not an idiot) but to no avail. However, you did find Jimin, Alex’s annoying ex. “Hello!” You greeted him with the notion that he knew the whereabouts of your best friend. “Hey…uhhhh Jane?”  “Y/N.” You deadpanned with a frown because you’d known Jimin since middle school and he still couldn’t remember your name.  “Oh, yes Y/N, what’s up kiddo?” You rolled your eyes with annoyance at the pet name you grew to resent, besides, you were the same age. 

“I’m just looking for Alex, do you know where she went?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he raked his memory but from the slur of his voice you would’ve been lucky if he remembered his own hair colour. “Yeah! She’s in the living room through the double doors playing truth or dare, I think.” You squeezed a ‘thank you’ out before rushing to the living room which was fortunately away from Jimin.

You slipped in through the heavy door quietly,  not trying to get unwanted attention. There was a small hallway before the open living room area which was where you waited while you mapped out what you were going to say. However, a particular question that was shot Alex’s way spiked your interest. 

“Do you even like Y/N?” Yes, of course, she had to. “No, not really, but she’s like, my childhood friend, you know and I kind of pity her. I’m her only friend so I stick around.” She laughed a bit but you could barely hear over the sound of your shattering heart. “You’re so charitable Alex, always so kind.” A girl you don’t recognise comments sarcastically and the makeshift circle starts laughing before quickly moving on. You weren’t a necessarily interesting subject. She wasn’t drunk enough for you to ignore it but you still tried to swallow the bitter taste in your mouth. 

You walked home and didn’t even bat an eye to the circumstance - you were too sad to be paranoid and it could’ve been your downfall. However, you made it home safe and sound though you couldn’t say the same about the aching organ encased in your rib cage. You were angry for a bit but it passed, the sadness lingered though and the betrayal rang loudly in your head. You knew she had no idea you’d heard, you knew you wouldn’t have the courage to ever bring it up. 

You woke up with a raging headache courtesy of the sob-fest you not-so-gracefully participated in the previous night. Not to mention the fact that you had a total of 3 hours of sleep and no time to grab coffee. You couldn’t possibly be late, you had 4 hellish kids to tutor. You grabbed the giant binder of worksheets and headed out. You looked horrible and if it wasn’t for your sunglasses you might’ve been a public risk. 

You almost groaned in joy when the time had finally passed but you couldn’t really go back to sleep. You needed to shower and look somewhat presentable for a police officer who had absolutely no interest in you. Your irrational need to get ready was fuelled by your desire to stop thinking about Alex and the godforsaken party that you should have never gone to. 

It took you far longer than estimated to choose what to wear which is why you were speed-walking down the street nervously. You weren’t late but you would’ve been if you hadn’t rushed there like a maniac. Thankfully you had gotten to the cafe with 2 minutes to spare. You sat down quickly, purchasing a bottle of water and chugging its contents like you’d run 20km of course your thirst leaves no room for you to notice the officer take the seat opposite yours.

“So you wanted information about your case?” You jumped at the sudden question - just then aware of his existence. You spilt a splash water on to your shirt and cursed in annoyance at small stain. You looked up to see him visibly hold back a laugh with an expression that would’ve been comical if not for your raging anger. “Just tell me about the case.” You spat with a grim expression and he let out a small chuckle at your tone. “The student who attacked you was under the influence. He’s out on bail but his trials in 2 weeks. He had no foreseeable motive and has a history of violent acts. From what I know, he was just acting on impulse. He had no idea who you or the other victim were.” 

There was a sense of relief that followed his words and you finally understood why William was so worried. There was a small part of you that wondered if you had done anything to the attacker or if he had some kind of motive for what he did. It was uncannily relieving to hear that he didn’t but you knew William would benefit more. “Thank you so so so much!” You tried to give him a hug but backed out mid-way and opted for a high five instead to which he hesitantly complied. 

“So, why were you chugging water?” He asked while observing your appearance which had you retracting into yourself like a hermit crab. “I ran, I was worried I’d be late.” “Smart and punctual, the teachers must love you miss L/N.” You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comment and brushed over the backhanded compliment. He probably saw your school files and noticed your 3.99999 GPA. “If you’re implying that I am a teachers pet than I have a rude awakening for you. Last week, I skipped my lecture.” “You know those aren’t compulsory right?” You gulped at his comment but you refused to let him win. “Well would a teachers pet skip a lecture, Mr Jeon?” “That’s officer to you, princess.” You literally felt the heat rush to your face and you began to blush embarrassingly fast. It didn’t help that he was now leaning over to stare at you with a gaze so intense the tension was almost tangible. 

“So, how was work?” You asked quickly with the intention of relieving the tension. “It was great. I responded to a total of two calls, a Pomeranian without a leash and an illegally parked car.” You snorted at his sarcasm but you held back a laugh. “How was your Saturday?” “I saved four people from unemployment.” He furrowed his eyebrows at your vague comment and you sighed before speaking again. “I tutored four juniors.” He laughed loudly and you glared at this obnoxiousness. “It’s not that funny. Tutoring is an incredible experience.” You mentioned quite monotonously with a scowl creeping onto your face. “Who are you trying to convince, love? Me or yourself?” 

“Where are your friends?” You held back a laugh at his use of the plural term. “You tell me.” You joked with a smile but Jungkook could tell it was forced. You were an open book. “What happened? Did your best friend sleep with your boyfriend or something?” You giggled a bit, but your heart still felt heavy. “No, she just trash talked me with her nicer, way-cooler friends.” There was a long pause that led to an awkward silence that you rushed to get rid of. “It doesn’t matter though, she’s right. I mean look at you, you’re literally pitying me right now.”

“I am not pitying you!” “Yes you are.” “I’m not!” “Shouldn’t you be somewhere solving crimes, fighting for justice or something?” He glared at you pointedly from his gorgeously slanted eyes and the glare, albeit playful, made you incredibly nervous. “No, I prefer to walk around the city and slap parking tickets onto cars. If you must know, I’m off duty, after today I have the rest of weekend off.” You smiled at his excitement but it was short-lived. “It’s Saturday, you literally only have Sunday off!” His smile didn’t falter though and admired his optimism. “You take what you can get when you’re the youngest officer on the force.” You stare at him with confusion that granted an offensive stare. “How old are you?” He looked at you, taken aback to say the least. “I’m only 22. Why do I look older?” Your jaw dropped for a bit before you clasped your mouth shut with the fear of seeming rude. “Only by a little, sir.”

“Just call me Jungkook.” “Hey! That’s super close to Jungle Book. I loved that movie.” He laughed mockingly and you feigned offence but whatever comedic moment you were happening was interrupted by Jungkook’s buzzing phone.

“I’m gonna head home, my team wants to go clubbing and I am the life of the party.” “I’m sure you are old man.” “You know what, why don’t you join me and see for yourself.” You stopped yourself from taking the invitation too seriously, you were unknowingly getting your hopes up far earlier than expected. “I’m turning 20 in November so, I can’t. Unless you want bring me a fake ID.” You smiled as you joked in what you thought was playful banter but he clearly took your claim too seriously. “You don’t actually have one, right?” You snorted in astonishment before laughing a little but his face remained stoic. 

“No, I don’t. Tonight I’ll be finding worksheets for high schoolers!” “You have no better way to spend your Saturday night?” It was sad because you literally didn’t, it wasn’t like you had a best friend to spend time with. “You’re right, I’m going to go party and get drunk. Thanks for the insight officer.” You quickly packed up as Jungkook was sputtering over his words in fear. “Wait I’m kidding, finding worksheets is fun!” You would have laughed at how cute he was if it didn’t make your heart sting a little. He was way out of your league.

“I’m going home.” You smiled as you watched the relief wash onto his face. “Do you want a ride?” Of course you did but the possibility of aching feet seemed more pleasant than that of an aching heart. “I think I’ll just walk, thank you though.” You’d known Jungkook for a collective amount of possible 3 seconds and yet you could tell he wasn’t the kind to back-down easily. “Pass me your phone.” You gave him a skeptical look as you handed the phone over hesitantly. “Unlock it, Y/N.” “No, what if you steal my memes?” He batted his eyelashes (which you had just realised were very pretty) in utter annoyance at your remarks. 

You unlocked the phone with a huff and watched he dialled in his number. “Call me if there’s every an emergency.” “Shouldn’t I just call 911?” “Babe, I am 911.” You rolled your eyes at the corny line but thanked him nonetheless and then you set out an endeavour to your dorm where you would definitely not obsess over the very random nickname that made your cheeks flush impossibly fast.

[thisisthehardestthing]

This Is The Hardest Thing - 2

CHAPTER 2

Synopsis: A exchange student from the US in enrolled into UA when her father has to move to help with the increased crime rates in Japan. The final year of high school is a lot to handle, adding on top the class of 3-A and the trouble they get into will make for a wild ride.

Author’s note: Switches to third person in the middle. I hope it’s not complicated lol. I have been reading this chapter over and over and over again trying to tweak it but I think this is the best I’m going to get it. After this chapter, the plot is going to get a jumpstart in a new direction.

Triggers: swearing

Word count: 3.4k

@whats-her-quirk​ , @aizawascumslut 

CHAPTER 1 , MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 2 - BUTTERFLIES

Sun’s setting earlier, you mused. Different to what you were used to. The cool breeze of this morning was back. In a few days, it would officially be autumn. Your chest rose as you took a deep inhale. The scent of sweet grass lingered in the air as though it was recently mowed. There was a sigh of content that escaped your lips.

You walked to the dorms that you were to live in. Large doors loomed in front of you as you dragged your purple suitcase over the stoned walkway. The 3-A was hanging above the entrance painted in white on the red brick.

During the last class of the day, you were called to the reception to fill in some forms about the living arrangements, and received the key to your bedroom and front door. You recalled the amenities mentioned by the smiling receptionist; a full gym, kitchen, laundry and bath area’s. Your suitcase had also arrived, being couriered directly from the airport. You had only one that wasn’t even full, so it had felt like a waste to not have waited for it yourself.

As you stood in front of the large doors to the dorm house of Heights Alliance, the butterflies in your belly managed to start up again, wings fluttering and getting caught in your intestines. There you stood in front of the closed front door, not knowing what to expect on the other side. It almost felt as if you were supposed to knock before entering, even though you now lived there too. Your eyelids shut as you took a breath before gripping the handle with white knuckles.

The floor was wooden. A light birchwood that bent and bounced under your weight as you walked across it. Inside the large front room, the lights were bright and gave the room a warm glow. Some of your new classmates were sprawled in the lounge area, watching T.V. It was a collection of arms on the back of the chairs, legs thrown over the top of pillows. Mineta was sitting on the floor near the tv as an actress was jumping off a building, almost as if he could look up her skirt from his angle.

There were dishes clattering in the kitchen, it was carrying voices arguing about who is cooking and who is washing up. Kirishima wants barbecue meat, Momo wants a green salad with plently of fried sides to share. You heard them come to a decision of a mixture of both. Todoroki was standing in front of sink, filling up empty ice cube trays with water. It was as if the house was both the eye and the storm at once. They were working together in a neat chaos and you took it all in as you walked in.

The sounds of your footsteps and the bag wheeling behind you caught the girls’ attention and they all rushed to you. Mina and Uraraka gave you a welcoming hug. Your intestines unwound and you forgot why you were nervous in the first place.

“Finally! We were wondering if you were going to be living with us in the dorms or not!” Mina gestured, linking her arms with you like when you first met. She was extremely friendly and put you at ease with how natural it felt to talk to her.

“Yeah, I am. I had to go fill some stuff out before I got here.” You replied, smiling back at her.

“Awesome,” She said with a thumbs up, catching you off-guard because it was in English, and your smile widened. You pulled your arm out of hers and fumbled for your room key in your pocket.

“What room is 2-3?” You ask, showing the girls the yellow tag.

Mina, Tsuyu, Momo and Uraraka said they would accompany you up to your room.

“Do you mind if we help you unpack?” Uraraka asked, footsteps lightly padding on the floor as you made your way to the staircase, past the kitchen. “We want to get to know you! There are so many boy’s in our class, it’s nice to have another girl to talk to.” You heard a laugh that bordered on a bark.

“HA! As if she’s a girl.” Bakugo roared out, still bitter that you had the upper hand for a few seconds during the short fight. Kirishima grabbed him in a headlock, pulling him down low. Your eyebrows shot up as he was able to keep a firm hold on the neck, not faltering under the strength of Bakugo’s threats and tugs. He had a grey gym tank on that had wide armholes. The movement had shifted one so that half of a dark brown nipple was on display.

“Ignore him,” He flashed a toothy smile. “He just needs to get used to you. Kind of like a dog.” You gave Kirishima a small grin in return. Your eyes snapped back to Bakugo who had set off an explosion against Kiri’s side to free himself. The girls dragged you up the stairs as they rolled their eyes.

“See what we mean?” They all giggled.

Your bedroom was on the second floor, the third to the right of the split hallway. You unlocked the door. It swung open with ease, as if welcoming you home.

There was a simple bed with light grey covers folded neatly on the end. A dark wood desk and chair to do your work on, a set of drawers and a single closet, that already had some school uniforms hanging, courtesy of dad. The mini-fridge and microwave was snugly against a marble counter that had storage space both above and below it. There was an attached bathroom with a toilet and a sink. It was a bare room, which was fine because it meant you could decorate it throughout the year with things you come across.

Your bag fell heavily on your bed and Mina jumped on after it, giddy with excitement. Uraraka explained that they wanted to see what kind of clothes you wore in the USA.

“Well, I don’t want to disappoint you, but it’s pretty normal stuff.” You laughed. They were acting like you came from another planet. “I also don’t actually own a lot of things, so I’m sorry if it’s not up to your expectations.” The purple trolley bag was now unzipped and open. Tsuyu peered over your shoulder as everyone looked at the items. They watched as you hung up your clothes and they chatted animatedly among themselves, handing you some of the shirts and jeans.

It felt good to be talking to other girls your age. Ever since your mom left, it had been you and your dad. The people in your old school had started to shun you after a particularly bad incident with your quirk, which is why you didn’t want to bring it up for as long as possible. And the girls were fine to not talk about what it was, instead bringing up other topics. They’d seen how you’d danced around the questions about yourself from Midoriya’s examination during lunch. He’d been scribbling a notebook about your father but you had changed the topic as soon as he asked about you.

“Oh my!” Momo interrupted as she saw your underwear. It was a rather large collection of thongs, some lacey, most plain. Yet you only owned three bra’s in total. “So skimpy!” She lifted one up by the waist band and stretched it out gently, blushing red. You grabbed it from her, your own face and ears going pink, burning hot.

The girls fell down in their laughter. You quickly gathered it all up and stuffed it into a dresser, deciding to sort it out later.

“I like nice things” you shrugged, closing the drawer quickly.

“What else can we expect from the land of Victoria’s Secret?” Mina wiggled her eyebrows.

They soon left you to your own devices to sort out the rest of your room, welcoming you to UA as they closed the door.

It was 1 in the morning when you were finally ready to climb into bed, having just changed into your red night dress. Everything was meticulously packed away, and you were happy with the way the day turned out. Three framed photograph’s of your family sat atop the dresser. You were about 10, gap toothed smile on display with your parents staring lovingly at each other behind you. The other two were more recent pictures of you with each of your parents after their divorce.

But then your stomach rumbled and you moaned as you realized you had never eaten dinner. You raked your fingers through your thick hair, pulling it against your scalp. How could you have completely missed it? That’s also when you realized that you had not looked at your phone the entire day, and had no one’s numbers. Which was a shock. Your body was still not used to the time difference, so you convinced yourself to head downstairs since you wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway.

Maybe there are leftovers? You thought to yourself as you shrugged on a thin, white cotton bathrobe and padded quietly down the hall with your bare-feet to make your way to the kitchen. The nerves in your feet hummed in response as your quirk begged to be used.

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Bakugo was definitely not expecting to see anyone. He’d went to the gym after dinner, training until late and was once again hungry. He’d just finished a shower, drops were dripping down his neck. Fingers combing through the blonde hair to fluff it back to its usual points as he made his way to the kitchen, stopping when he saw the light was already on.

Who else could be awake at this time? He thought to himself, eyebrows knitting together as the corners of his mouth turned down.

He really did not feel like talking to anyone and he was exhausted from the extra hours of exercise, so he had every plan of ignoring who else was in there until he saw her. The sight of Rei’s back to him made his blood boil, white-hot heat exploding in his body. It was a melting pot of hormonal lust, embarrassment and knowing there was an unfinished fight. It was made worse by the red nightdress hanging on her body. It dipped into a slight V, showing half of her back. She was fit and muscular, it was obviously the kind of body only achieved by intense training. He found her insanely attractive, which pissed himself off even more. He was 100% focused on being the top hero when graduating at the end of the year. He did not have time for feelings. Especially when it was only normal hormonal lust. So he redirected the anger onto other things: the punching bag in the gym, the sponge he scrubbed himself with and at Rei.

He watched in the shadows as she opened the fridge, bending forward slightly to scan the contents. Her short nightdress rode up, dangerously close to the fold of her ass and he felt his hands begin to sweat. His frown deepened. It felt stifling hot in the dark common area and if he wasn’t already shirtless, he would’ve been pulling at the neck to try and get some air. She straightened up, not finding anything that would satisfy the midnight cravings, and her dress dropped again to a somewhat respectable length.

What an idiot. Dressing like this in a common area. He thought to himself, then he saw the bathrobe on the table that had been taken off when she thought no one was going to be there. He wondered if she was as warm as he in that moment.

He heard a huff and she put one hand on her hip, the contours of her shoulders muscled reflecting in the warm glow of the kitchen and moved the hair that was over her shoulder to the back, thick strands covering smooth skin. It bounced with the movement, natural highlights glinting from the hours she would spend in the sun. It was almost mocking Bakugo for staring so intently.

He watched as she moved to inspect the cupboards and scowled when his designated doors in the corner were opened. Rei’s hands lifted up above her head as she reached for a cookie tin that was just out of reach, her dress lifting up one again. Part of him wished for it ride a little higher, the other part of him wished she would crawl back to the hole she’d come from. It was his cookies that he saved for whenever he wanted a treat. There was no way he was letting her take some. They were his.

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The cookie tin kept shifting away from your fingertips as you made a grab for it, pushing it back a little further each time. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you stretched up onto your toes. You huffed as it scooted all the way back and you dropped back down onto your heels. Someone tall must be their owner to store it up so high, or someone wanting to keep it hidden. Your stomach grumbled again, egging you on for the sweet snack.

Fine. You grumbled, stretching your arm out, hand open. To an outsider, it seemed as if an invisible string was connected to the tin, dragging it from the shelf as it flew into your hand. But what you felt on the inside was pure bliss. It was the first time you used your quirk, in weeks. You loved the rush of endorphins it gave you to have control over the object and you smiled. The cool metal of the tin vibrated against your palms, double chocolate chip goodness gripped firmly.

“Oi, new girl!” A gruff voice cut through the silence of the kitchen and you froze, painfully aware that you were naked underneath the dress. Pivoting on your heels, you saw Bakugo standing across from you, leaning against the counter top with his arms crossed across his bare chest. His biceps and shoulders bulged, nostrils flared.

How long has he been standing there? You wondered. Usually nothing could sneak past you, especially when your feet could feel the vibrations of everything.

Then you realised he saw you. It was nothing impressive, just moving a small object to you, but it wouldn’t be long until the rush of power it gave you would call out to be used again.

“Is that your quirk?” He sneered, with an eyebrow raised, “controlling cookie tins? That’s so shitty.”

You frowned. It was anything but that, but you learnt your lesson a few months ago when people challenged you and it went horribly wrong, and so you bit your tongue.

“Whatever, I’m not trying to impress anyone.” You retort back, opening the lid. You saw his eyes dart to the cookie tin, pupils narrowing.

“I don’t think you can impress anyone even if you tried.” He snapped, his hands dropping to the counter behind him as he leaned back. The pose was relaxed, inviting you to prove him wrong.

“Oh yeah?” you challenged, slamming the tin on the countertop, taking a few steps forward. If he wanted to fight, you wouldn’t back down. You were now a meter away from him, and you puffed your chest up to show that you weren’t going to take any of his shit.

“Yeah, dumbass. You fight like a girl, can’t even punch right.” You had to look up to him. Even though you were tall, he was still a few centimeters above you. His eyes glanced down at your chest before glaring at your eyes again. It was so fast that if you weren’t paying attention, you most probably would’ve missed it. The purple bruise on your sternum that he gave you was bright against the skin of your chest, perfectly in between the sun and moon tattoos underneath both your collarbones. His eyes glinted wickedly.

Your body moved before you knew what you were doing. You stuck right your hand out diagonally, a few centimeters away from touching him. He didn’t flinch, eyes traveling to look at your outstretched hand, raising an eyebrow.

“What’re you going to do? Throw the cookie tin at me? Hah.” He barked, laughing at his own joke.

You held your tongue and just dragged your hand horizontally through the air. Your toes pressed into the floor, feeling for the vibration you wanted. His eyes followed your hand and before he knew what was going on, the cupboard door behind him opened and smacked into the side of his head. He grunted and you turned on your heel, walking back across the kitchen. You were no longer hungry, angry at a man that taunted like a child.

“What the fuck!” Bakugo shouted, his voice echoing in the empty space.

“What are you going to do? Swear at me?” You spat back his own ‘insult’. Your comeback felt sour on your tongue. It wasn’t any good, but you were pissed off and anything you said seemed to make him angrier, which was fine with you. “I was going easy on you during training today.”

His nostrils seemed to flare at that last sentence. The palms of his hands began to steam and spark. There was nothing he hated more than people not giving their all when fighting, people thinking they had to hold themselves back when fighting him.

“YOU WERE WHAT!?” He bellowed, his fists clenched. “I’M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS BACK TO AMERICA!”

If you weren’t already used to intimidating men in New York, you probably would’ve flinched at his shouting, but instead you squared your shoulders and started walking back towards him, your own fist closing. You both pulled back to launch punches at the same time. Then, the air got freezing cold and Bakugo’s fists came crashing down as two thick balls of ice wrapped around them. If he weren’t as strong as he was, he would’ve fallen to the floor. Instead, they dropped to his sides, making his shoulder droop down with the weight. A look of complete shock came across both of your faces and your heads snapped to look at the source.

Shouto Todoroki was standing behind the dining room table, looking extremely pissed off in his beige pyjama set. His half-white, half-red hair messy and shadowing his eyes.

“Can you guys please just shut up and go to bed. You’ve woken up the entire building.” He said, voice dripping with contempt. A slew of curse words erupted from Bakugo’s mouth as he lifted up the ice to bang them against each other, trying to crack them open.

You felt your nipples harden in the now cold room and grumbled, once more aware of just how bare you were. You grabbed your dressing gown that was on the dining table. Wrapping it around yourself as you walked back to the cookie tin to put it away. Bakugo seemed to ignore what Todoroki said, instead calling out to taunt you again. There was no way he was going to let this go.

“What, don’t want to eat the cookies anymore? Fine with me, you were pretty fucking heavy.”

You froze. Through the vibrations, you felt Bakugo adjust his weight to lean back, pleased that it granted a response from you. With the cookie jar away, you strode back up to face him for the final time that night. Shouto tensed up, ready to interject once more. It was a low blow, Bakugo knew it too but his chin was raised indignantly.

You said nothing as you stood in front of him. Your eyes searching one another for a hint that either one of you would back down. The balls of ice were already melting and forming puddles by his feet, the cold water spreading to tickling your toes, so you twisted them out. The cupboard door that you had opened next to his head slammed shut. The loud noise echoed in the kitchen and you turned away from the irritating man.

“Sorry, Todoroki. Good night.” You nodded to him and walked back to the stairs, fuming with anger. You could just hear Todoroki mumble about the time to Bakugo and a scoff in reply, but you couldn’t care enough to pay attention anymore, his insult replaying over and over in your mind.

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Thanks so much for reading Chapter 2! <3 Hope you liked it.