#also. if u notice some of the brush strokes are off no u don't

[petitesmafia]

i cleaned up hrkw's new skk art in case anybody wanted it for a wallpaper :)

[jhoneybees]

Little Nurse in Charge

Finally I'm posting another fic! I've been really missing the experience of writing so I'm getting my fogged up brain to work again lol there might be a few errors and misspelt words😅

Characters: Late60s/70sCG! Elvis X little!reader

Warnings/triggers: Age regression, little lifestyle, sickness

This is honestly my favourite moodboard🥹👇

Elvis had a long, stressful week. His schedule was hectic, being rushed from one place to another and doing a lot of recording and such was really taking a toll on him. You being his beloved partner, you worry about him. Everytime you would suggest for him to get some rest, he’d just brush it off and say he can handle it in which seeing him fall asleep in a millisecond the moment he flops onto the bed after a jam-packed day at the recording studio tells you otherwise.

Once Elvis finally gets some time off, the next morning he wakes up sore all over also having a scratchy throat, clicking his tongue in annoyance when he realises. Detangling himself out of the bedsheets , he pushes on the mattress with his knuckles and makes his way to the bathroom to find something for this “stupid cold” he mutters to himself, he stops in his tracks when he hears you stir in your sleep. Turning his head, Elvis watches your eyes flutter open, blinking blankly at him a few times before your eyebrows start to furrow and a pout forms. He sighs softly, you woke up little. Elvis pinches the bridge of his nose whilst resting a hand on his hip. How is he gonna take care of his sick self while also looking after little you? He already feels like a sack of potatoes that's been knocked about on the back of a farm truck so having to make sure your needs are met is gonna be a tough challenge, he never says no to being a caregiver for you though, he always takes up the challenge.

Elvis walks back over to the bed when you do grabby hands and he weakly chuckles “Mornin’ baby” leaning down to kiss your forehead, you respond wiggling closer to him and wrapping tired limp arms around his lower abdomen. Elvis smiles and strokes a strand of hair away from your face “Did ya get a good sleep?” answering with a small nod “Good sleep, daddy” you say while burying your face in the side of his thigh making him chuckle but he suddenly clears his throat which you didn't take notice of. “Did Daddy have a good sleep?” you ask quietly, Elvis cocks his head to the side and stares at the wall, letting out a hum as he thinks “Not really, Daddy's not feelin' too good this Mornin'” looking back, he sees a worried frown from you “Why?” questioning as you decide to sit up and Elvis smoothing your hair down. “Hm just sore and achy, baby” your concern grows, no matter if you're little or not, you always made sure Elvis is alright which sounds like he isn't, your eyes leave his to stare down at the duvet on the bed, the little crease between your eyebrows prominent as you process the situation.

Suddenly your eyes light up with an idea and you quickly scurry out of bed, pushing Elvis’ chest with your little hands “Lay down Daddy, lay down” you order and Elvis frowns in confusion “um sure.. but- why baby?” Doing what he's told, swinging his legs onto the bed and resting his head on the head board. You try to give him an authorised look but just ended up looking like an angry baby to Elvis, he chuckles slightly before he nods and raises his eyebrows at you “Daddy's sick, I- I'm look after him” explaining your plans to your daddy making him smile nervously “U-um that's real sweet of ya honey but i-i- don't think that's a good idea..” usually when you're little, Elvis would do everything for you since you just make a mess or have accidents that end up you crying or getting injured but you just shake your head “uh uh no daddy, nigh nighs’ “ telling him to just go to sleep and let you do your thing which he hesitantly accepts and gets comfortable under the covers. Elvis watching you run out of the bedroom and hearing your sooties scattering down the stairs, he laughs to himself at your funny behaviour.

After some time you arrive back through the bedroom doors with the first aid box that Elvis keeps in one of the kitchen cabinets for whenever you hurt yourself or get sick, a bit confused how you retrieved it since it's kept in a place out of your reach “H-how did you get that?” Elvis sits up and points a finger, you look at him with a pout and set the box on the bedside table “No Daddy nigh nighs!” completely ignoring his question and you push on his chest to make him lay down, Elvis sighs “Okay okay, I'm going nighs nighs, I'm goin'' closing his eyes and sighs.

As he tries to relax, Elvis begins to hear clinking of medicine bottles and ruffling of plastic packaging so out of curiosity he opens his eyes and cranes his neck “What are you doing honey?” Huffing out a breath you whine “daddy!” Elvis raising his hands in defeat “Okay alright alright, sorry” he rests his head down on the pillow again. A few moments later, a pair of hands caresses his hair away from his forehead and your voice quietly babbling “Daddy go nighs nighs..sleepy sleepy… puppy wittle puppy” Elvis's lips curve at the corners, stifling a laugh by adjusting himself in bed so he wouldn't ruin the moment for you. Your sweet nature of always looking out for people is one of things that made Elvis think he had to have you because how can he not? Of course because he's Elvis Presley but also because why not have someone like you? Someone so sweet and kind, babying him with all your love, all your devotion. What's not to love?

He sighs again as you continue to sing a lullaby that is obviously made up “Sleepy puppy…sleepy, sleepy, sleepy” The more you sing your little song, Elvis falls into a floaty sleep, soon drifting off. Bringing the covers up to his chin, you hum softly as your attention turns to the first aid box, your little hands hovering over the tops of the medicine bottles and paper boxes filled with bandages and other things that your little brain doesn't have a clue what they're used for. Picking up a thermometer, you cautiously move the blanket from Elvis' arm and slide it under his armpit. Taking a quiet step back, your eyes watch Elvis’ sleeping face with adoration and love. You’re just so lucky to have him as your caregiver, your daddy.

After a somewhat comfortable nap, Elvis wakes up. Looking around the room to find you’re not there, sitting up to rest his back against the headboard and lets out a breathy chuckle when he notices a thermometer under his armpit and shaking his head seeing your favourite stuffie being a white bunny laying next to him, thinking you must’ve put it there for him to feel less lonely.

He turns his head at the sound of the bedroom door creaking open to see you holding a tray with a bowl and spoon, pursing your lips with concentration to not spill anything. “What’s that baby?” Elvis chuckles quietly. A relieved breath emits, you place the tray on his lap “I ask Mary to make you soup!” you state proudly. With a calm nod and a loving smile, Elvis’ heart clenches “Aww… Thank you hon, that’s real sweet of ya” giggling like a schoolgirl, you climb onto the bed next to him and pick up the spoon “Hey, I- I can feed myself darlin” Elvis laughs nervously, watching as you hold the spoon near his mouth. You shake your head and whine “No! Open!” with yet another defeated sigh Elvis opens his mouth letting you spoon feed him. Even though Elvis feels nervous and on edge about you taking care of him, he does find it nice to just let you do what you want since you’re a calm little but of course still need to be disciplined now and again.

As you feed Elvis the last spoonful, you gently pat a napkin to the corners of his mouth, earning a chuckle “Always taking good care of Daddy hm?” poking at your sides playfully, you laugh and gently push his hands away. After Elvis moves the tray onto his bedside table, you decide to snuggle up with him under the blankets. Grinning softly as he sees you nuzzling your head against his chest and holding your favourite toy bunny tightly to yours. “Thank you for looking after me, little” he smiles.

[t0shiwebs]

STUDY DATE. (tsukishima x reader )

you managed to convince your crush tsukki to study with you, although he looks like the unbreakable type. that’s exactly what you were planning to do.

a/n : almost 2k words :D

softdom!reader x switch!tsukki

- overstimulated, tsukki accidentally man handling reader, oral (f&m), ( mentions )rough sex??, blindfolded and tied up tsukki, dom / sub themes, light mommy kink , u call him bunny <3

you were probably the only girl who was (in your head) kind of obsessed with him, however on the outside you looked shy and nervous more than half of the time.

he smirked down at you whenever he saw your small meek face. doe eyes lighting up unknowingly to both of you. he was so greedy but so were you, not letting yamaguchi talk to you as much as he did sitting next to you in almost every class and you thought that was your doing. he made sure a lot of things happened because in his mind you were his.

you imagined for days upon days to be able to shove your fingers down his throat whilst bouncing on his long fairly thick cock. overstimulating him as he whines craning his back, you yank him forward again rising and slamming yourself against him.

a small hand waved you out or your trance. yamaguchi's shy smile peered over at you as you frantically put yourself together again walking to literature class. again he was there unbeknownst to you he was earnestly waiting on you.

his mind went as he thought of you between his legs your weak throat needing some guidance, you stare and whine placing your cheeks against his thigh mouthing at them, rutting against the floor desperately.

the teachers bored voice broke them out of their tense thoughts smiling briefly at eachother.

" class today there will be a project needing to be completed by next week! you will work in partners of your choice, you may now leave!" the teacher exclaimed exhaustingly.

you had decided to make the first move feeling the God sent moment right in your hands.

" uh, hey! would you like to be partners?" you asked, voice trembling without realising it. he maintained a bored expression but his heart was alight. a curt nod left you both happier than before.

although he saw the way you played with your frilly skirt and stumbled over your words he saw the glint in your eyes. it was similar to his.

the day went on; you becoming extremely impatient, waiting for the day to end. once the bell rang you felt your body direct itself straight home.

living alone, you didn't really care about upkeep too much however you kept a fairly clean. you made sure your whole house was in place mainly because you didn't want him to judge you if your plan didn't go well.

hours later you felt a soft knock on the door rushing brushing down your long night gown. sliding on your pretty slippers it was only around 5-6 pm so your wear was normal.

"hi." you breathed out stopping yourself from smiling at his also very comfy attire.

he replies mainly with a grunt but you soon both became fairly comfortable as you offered him food and led him to your room. continuing with your workload you couldn't help but notice his near constant twitching and fiddling with himself.

" hey tsukki?"

"tsukki.." he questioned, more to himself

" yes, what's wrong you keep uh, moving around?" you tried to sound as ambiguous as you could. however you couldn't really keep it in you to lay your innocent act.

you arm slithered across his shoulders as you pulled him away from the scattered papers across the floor.

" i asked a question?" you hummed slowly massaging his shoulders.

he mumbled incoherent words squirming in your arms. you manoeuvred yourself around him so you were right next to his earlobe.

you took the lobe into your mouth suckling gently and breathing slightly heavily into it. the sensation making him arch his back naturally into you. giggling softly your hands make their way across his lean figure to his stomach.

"are you going to answer me?" repeating yourself watching him, his eyes were shut in anticipation he was achingly annoying.

" i- im just col- cold." he breathed out , it wasn't supposed to be like this ? he thought to himself, but his ecstasy took over as you pinched one of his nipples. rolling the digit around you had also found purchase on his neck.

for the first time you heard him whine loudly. a first but definitely not the last time.

" yeah ? " you coaxed

" wan' me to warm you up?" you carried on fingers just hovering over his hard nipples. he was growing impatient but it felt too good to have your dainty hands and wet lips hovering over all his sensitive spots.

" please." he said it was almost a whisper but his pride was too much for begging.

you took a long deep sigh and fully let of him making your way back down to your work pile.

he was shocked nonetheless trying so hard not to give him to his desperate side.

he squirmed in confusion. light annoyed grunts leaving him you turned to look at him one eyebrow raised.

" you don't saw much for someone who wants to be denied so easily." you stated nonchalantly

" i-i please- please!" his voice hoarse with desperation as he was quick to signal you over to him almost dragging you. smirking to yourself, you made your self comfortable between his legs they were easily uncovered as he quickly took his trousers off pulling his clothed cock nearer and nearer to your wet mouth.

" alright bunny , what do you want me to do?" you questioned innocently but sternly. he growled fairly loudly. he suddenly grabbed your face thrusting his hips into you his painfully slow thrusts became ruts as he grew even more impatient, cooing at him with your hands gripped at his waist stroking him slowly you decided to indulge in him placing your tongue flat against the head although covered it was effortlessly prominent against his boxers.

his eyes rolled back becoming even faster that you could barley keep up. it was all too good for him he just couldn’t help it.

" mphm! okay! alright bunny hm? slow down you'll hurt yourself okay?" you managed to cause him to slow down another whine leaving him at the lost of friction. you guessed he didn't really react well to degrading at least not yet.

you kissed up his thigh the pale skin becoming red as you sucked hickeys into his skin breathing fanning over his clothes cock he tried to stop himself constantly from bucking his hips instead his breathy moans filled the room yet you hadn't even done anything yet. it was embarrassing he thought. he's pathetic you thought. but it was too good for the both of you to stop.

you quickly took off the boxers becoming impatient to be met with the pulsating redness of his cock, fairly thick but he made up for it in length and girth.

"m- mommy please! suck me off" he begged. he begged.

" mommy huh?  okay bunny just be patient for me okay?" you say with faux- endearment stroking his thigh the name made your pussy insanely wet your fingers went down to lightly touch over your slick folds lightly moaning to yourself.

you eyes caught sigh of his fat balls. they made your mouth water you quickly latched yourself onto one suckling softly whilst mildly moaning.

tsukki felt euphoric maybe the deprivation tainted his feelings but god did it feel good. he moaned loudly as you moved up kissing his cock licking stripes up the prominent veins all the way to the top.

you sucked hard on the head , coated with precum begging for attention. he again let out louder almost painful moans.

he was cumming embarrassingly fast but he couldn’t help it. you just wouldn’t let him go your throat was so tight, tongue so wet everything felt so good too good.

“ cum- cumming ! please- please don’t stop.” he sounded so vulnerable so, desperate.

“ ah, ah bunny not yet what about me?” you said pouting at him. you were fast to let go of your vice like grip on his cock him erratically whining.

you were quick to grab the blindfold and rope from one of your drawers not taking in his confused yet fearful eyes tying his hands to your bed post.

blindfolding him he said nothing protest either.

“ wait- wait what are you doing?!” he stated in panic, it seemed to have set in late however you swooped in and kissed him.

tongues interlocking, you sucked on his wet muscle whilst letting out breathy moans all to comfort him really but maybe also for your own indulgence.

he chased your lips seeming to have forgotten about his tied, blindfolded state in a trance you made out with no sign of stopping.

he wanted to grab your head turn you over and pin you to the bed but he couldn’t his brain made him stuck in a position so submissively.

you reluctantly pulled away covering his face in kisses.

“ okay bun, im gonna sit on your face now okay? help mommy feel good.” you said stroking his face.

he nodded fast almost immediately sticking his tongue out at your words.

you slowly took of your skirt and soaked panties inorder to tease him. you sopping pussy only just hovered over his face. his nose indulged in your scent becoming restless he wanted no needed to taste you.

“words?”

“ mommy please let me taste you, ive been good i need it so so bad- please.”

you were fast to sit on his face your thighs sandwiching his face. fat tongue flat on your clit you moaned out wantonly. riding his face desperate to find your high.

he sucked licked even nosed your pussy he wanted to taste you so bad it was almost killing him.

you were fast ly approaching your blissful high but unlike you tsukki make no attempt to stop or tease you which surprised him and you both.

you finally came all over his face he was too busy suckling the remains of your milky end to notice you had already taken off the blind fold and the restraints.

his eyes opened slowly taking in his surroundings once more still kitten licking your cum.

“you were so so good for me bunny.” you said your fingers wading through his hair.

“i- thank you.” he said with a short smile

suddenly, he flipped you over cock just slipping in and out of your pussy and you felt yourself getting wet again.

“mommy you didn’t let your good boy cum?”

[azaleavi]

can you do a yelena one where she's trying to braid ur hair but she gives up and just ends up playing with ur hair as u fall asleep in each others arms

thank for requesting nonnie!💖 I hope you like it! I combined it with another request because it would have been too short otherwise!

Braid

Word count: 606

The late afternoon sun shines through the cracks of the curtain, giving the room a light orange glow. You lie on the bed on top of Yelena, your body between her arms. Your legs are on either side of her hips, your front pressed to her snugly as your face is hidden in her neck. Her hand is lazily stroking along your spine up and down, her other arm draped across your waist. The quiet lets you relax and her tender caress makes you close your eyes. Her finger brushes the end of your hair and an idea struck her.

"Can I braid your hair?" she whispers, not wanting to break the moment. You stir while groaning, mind half asleep already.

"Sure" your volume matches hers, the tip of your nose brushing against the skin on her neck as you move around. A giggle sounds in the air making you also smile so you continue nuzzling your nose to her neck. She grabs your hips and a full laugh leaves her as she tries to push you away. You blow a raspberry on her skin making her let out a small scream.

"Stop it" she chuckles between the words, still trying to get you off her. Her laugh is the most wonderful thing you have ever heard and you are willing to do anything to hear it all the time.

You roll around and you end up below her, her hands finding your sides. It's your turn to scream as she relentlessly tickles you. You try to push her away but she is stronger than you so you just struggle against her.

"No-" you trash around as she keeps attacking you "I'll stop, I'm sorry" you manage to get out and she finally stops before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss on your lips.

She falls back down next to you and she opens her arms invitingly.

"Come here, krasivaya" she smiles at you. Without thinking you climb back on top of her, resting your face in the crook of her neck again. She gathers your hair in her hands and starts to separate it into three sections. You feel some lighter pulls on your hair as she works on it. A few grunts of dissatisfaction escape her lips as she struggles to make a simple braid. Your shoulders start shaking with laughter as she can't seem to make it work. Considering she has braids in her hair all the time you don't understand how she can't do yours.

"Stop laughing" she scolds you and playfully hits your back. You clear your throat in an attempt to stop, but your joy flares up again as she lets out a quiet fuck under her breath.

"It's because of our pose" she tries to explain, but it doesn't stop your giggling.

"I'm sure" you know you don't sound convincing.

"Stop it" she whines out a warning which you find adorable. You quiet down after a few seconds and you sense yourself getting more and more sleepy, the feeling of her fingers brushing through your hair relaxing you.

Closing your eyes you slump against her as she focuses on your hair and the masterpiece she is making out of it. Her attention is so only on the task at hand that she doesn't notice you falling asleep, only when your quiet snores fill the otherwise quiet air. The braid is not done but her hands stop and she drops your hair, not wanting to wake you up by accidentally pulling your hair. Instead, she settles her arms on your back, closing her own eyes and following into dreamland.

masterlist

[dressing-pafe]

can i request barber!mukuro x fem!reader where the reader has a crush on mukuro and asks her for a haircut. due to a miscommunication mukuro shears all her long hair off leaving the reader with a crewcut, but thankfully you like it and get a date with her to top it off!

rookie's thoughts <3

(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ This reminds me of my Mikan Tsumiki fic where the reader and Mikan shaved their hair off together!!! Also I v recently got a short haircut, definitely not short as a crew cut, but pretty short-

warnings b4 u start <33

╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭ Scissors, clippers, other hair cutting tools?

character(z) <333

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Barber!Mukuro Ikusaba

anything to add? <3333

(ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ fem!reader, "pride" color palette recommended, barber shop AU

The overhead bells chimed peppily as you swung the door open to your friend's barber shop.

"Mukuro! Is the shop still open? I need a favor!" You called, stepping into the empty place.

As you looked around, you spotted a familiar purple-grey bob and a splattered apron from behind the back door. She quickly put her clippers down at the sight of you, rushing over to your side.

"Hey, I didn't hear you come in. What do you need?" She asked, voice the same monotone as always, despite her semi-frazzled expression.

"It's not big, but I need a haircut! I got gum in my hair and tried to cut it off, but I think I messed up somewhere." You explained, running your fingers through your choppy hair. "I think I want it a little shorter. I trust you to make my hair look good, just work your magic!"

She nodded, smiling awkwardly. "I'll try my best. Ah, and you want it how short?"

"I dunno, pretty short, I guess? Just do what you think looks good! I trust you more than myself on this!"

She nodded, taking your hand in hers delicately, leading you to a chair. Clipping the hairdressing gown around your neck, she got to work, brushing and cutting at your hair.

You didn't pay much attention to your hair, distracted by how pretty she looked while she was doing it. Her tongue peeped out from her mouth in concentration, gentle hand stroking at your neck every now and then as she brushed off a severed lock of hair. Her eyes were trained on the blade of her scissors, slicing off the hair professionally.

You only noticed how short your hair had gotten, when you heard the loud buzz near your ear, scaring you into looking back at the source of the noise.

"Ah!" Your eyes widened at the clippers. "A clipper? Why would- holy crap!"

"Is there a problem?" Mukuro inquired, voice shooting up in the slightest.

"Well..." you gave a nervous laugh. "By short, I meant maybe about your length. Maybe I should've been more clear..."

She turned off the clipper, eyes shooting wide momentarily. "Sorry, I just assumed... you don't have to pay for it, this is my fault. I didn't ask you about the exact length."

"No! No, it's okay! I like it, really! Keep doing what you were going to do, if I do this, I might as well finish it!" You exclaimed, not wanting her to feel bad.

"You don't mind? If we stop here, I could probably put some extensions in until it grows out." She asked, her surprise seemingly breaking her monotone.

"Really, just keep going, I'm sure I'll like it. Plus, it's only hair, it'll grow back!" You reassured her with a grin.

She stared at you in the mirror for a second, before nodding. "Alright."

You heard the same loud buzzing near your ear, watching the small bits of hair falling over the long ones that were already on the ground. Again, you watched Mukuro work, accidentally making eye contact a couple times.

"And... there. Uhm... what do you think?" She muttered, setting down her tools in the pockets of her apron.

You turned your head to the side, pressing your hands to the side of your head, feeling how short your hair was and how much lighter your head felt. "I... love it! Wow, I can't believe I didn't do this earlier, it's so pretty."

"I'm glad you like it. To be honest, I was a little worried." She admitted, undoing the gown around your body and helping you out of the chair.

"It's really nice, I've got to tip you extra!" You exclaimed, reaching for your wallet, when she stopped you.

"No, you can't pay. I messed up, and even if you like it, it's not what you asked for, therefore, you aren't paying." She insisted, pushing your wallet back into your pocket. "No negotiations."

You sighed, taking your hands off of your pocket. "Fine. Then... how about I pay you with coffee?"

"Wh-what?" Her face heated up, the question catching her off guard. "A cafe? You mean... like a date?"

"It doesn't have to be!" You exclaimed, just as flustered as her at the mention of a date. "Unless- unless you want it to be...?"

She turned around, scurrying to the back room, calling back to you. "I-I'll get changed and meet you at the place across the street!"

All Dream Portals

Danganronpa Portal

[hops-hunny]

Alarm

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Request: “Can u write a songfic for Fred Weasley based on alarm by Anne Marie? It's ok if u don't want to”

Summary: Based off the song Alarm by Ann Marie aka Fred learns that karma is a bitch

Warnings: cheating, swearing, mentions of sex, small amounts of angst

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long! I whipped this up finally so I hope you enjoy it! I did add a bit extra in the end but otherwise, I did base it off of the song.

You lay here with me, you're shuttin' down

I smell her on ya, I'm focused now

I know what's goin' on in your head, yeah

I know what's happened here in our bed, yeah

(Y/n) lay in bed, deep in her thoughts as Fred wrapped one arm around her using the other to pull the cover up over their exposed bodies. Fred fell asleep rather quickly while (Y/n) dodged the call from sleep. Her thoughts were consuming her. It had all started last week when she found a pair of underwear hanging from Fred’s bed that certainly were not hers. They were much too small and well, she didn’t remember bringing any thongs to Hogwarts with her. And tonight, while he was busy deep inside of her, she was busy deep in her thoughts from the sickly, sweet smell of caramel candies and the stuffy scent of the Ravenclaw common room that was embedded in the pillows that surrounded her head.

Your phone is buzzin', so pick it up

I know she callin', so what the fuck?

I should've known a cheat stays a cheater

So here we are

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While (Y/n) was a bright and kind soul filled with optimism and humanity, she wasn’t fucking stupid as much as Fred seemed to think she was. She had started seeing signs way before the more obvious ones. She noticed the first time when he was receiving an influx of owl messages. In the great hall, common room, quidditch practice. Fred had simply brushed it off by saying “Oh it’s just George, love, nothing to worry about.” and at first, she had bought it. She believed his lies, giving him the benefit of the doubt. That was until she got paired with George for an assignment in which he sent his owl to give her a time and place.

 So she waited for the perfect opportunity. While in Fred’s dorm, waiting for him to arrive back from quidditch practice, that same owl from before swooped in dropping a letter on his bed. She was not naturally a nosy person, she wouldn’t want anyone snooping through her things so why should she snoop through his? But, the hearts that littered the outside of the letter got the best of her. (Y/n) looked around the room, making sure she wouldn’t be interrupted, before carely unfolding the letter. 

‘Were we meeting tonight? I couldn’t remember. Either way, I’m wearing that cute little red number under my uniform and as usual, you know where to find me. Take care until then darling, 

Xoxo Marie SinClair’

The girl sat there for a bit, a tornado of emotions brewing inside of her. She wasn’t surprised to say the least. She should’ve known that dirty bastard hadn’t changed. The whole reason she had never accepted any of his advances before was because of his reputation. Everyone at Hogwarts knew of the appetite of the unsatisfiable beast that was Fred Weasley. He couldn’t keep it in his pants if his life depended on it. He got who he wanted, when he wanted and that was just the way it was. 

However, with her, Fred acted differently. He didn’t go for his usual tactics and ways. It was Yule Ball when they had gotten together. She had been crying in the courtyard because her date abandoned her at the last minute. Everyone knew the two were going together so when she arrived and saw him on the arm of some other girl, it drew a lot of unwanted attention. She silenced her crying slightly as she looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching. 

She looked up finding Fred standing there, causing her to roll her eyes.

“Go away, Weasley. I have no time for your usual antics so if that’s what this is, you can simply fuck off.” she snapped, uncharacteristically of her. Even Fred found himself a bit taken back but it didn’t stop him from approaching her. He kneeled before her, grabbing her hands as he looked at her. He took the handkerchief out of his pocket, dabbing her face carefully to get rid of the tears but to also not ruin her makeup.

“You know, what he did was fucking scuzzy. I think he’s a bloody prick for that, abandoning such a beautiful girl. You didn’t deserve that. But, you can’t let him get the best of you! You dressed up all nice and lovely for Yule. We can’t just let that go to waste can we?” He said. (Y/n) looked up at Fred quizzically. She thought about what he said for a moment.

“But, I can’t just go back in there alone. They’ll just look at me even more!”

“You won’t be alone, I’ll be right there with you, every step of the way.” He stood up before holding his hand out to the girl. She pondered it for a second before smiling, taking his hand to go back in and give that bastard of a date a piece of her mind. 

Even then she had been skeptical and looking back, she wished she could go back and change what had happened. She was brought out of her head from a sickly sweet smell of caramel candies and stuffy rooms radiating from the letter. That was the first time she had encountered the smell but even then, she knew it wouldn’t be the last.

And there goes the alarm ringin' in my head

Like somebody said, “Don't you trust him, no”

Text in from his ex, what did you expect?

Now you're lyin' here knowin' where he goes

The next morning, (Y/n) snuck out of Fred’s dorm, knowing she couldn’t handle everything on her own. All the warning signs and evidence ringing loudly in her head like an alarm. She walked through the halls, absentmindedly as she searched for her two dearest friends, Hermione and Ginny. She found them laughing about something in the commons as she sat down. She gave them a tired smile as she looked at them.

“Is everything alright darling? You look quite disturbed.” Hermione said as she held her friends hand looking at her. (Y/n) went to speak before choking on her words. She couldn’t hold it up anymore, she began to cry. She spilled out everything that happened, all the evidence. The letters, perfume, even the underwear. They both held the girl, stroking her back softly as they listened to her.

“But I don’t know, I don’t know. Maybe I’m overreacting? Surely there’s a way to explain this.” the (y/h/h) girl sniffled, looking up at her friends.

“Honey, letters from his ex? The underwear? Love, the signs are all there.” Hermione said in a calm tone, holding her friend as she began to break down again.

“I’ll kill him! The bastard. Letters from his ex? God, I wanted to have faith that this time, now that he had a fucking good one he’d treat her right. But, what did we expect? Dogs will always be bloody dogs. Wait till I tell mum!” Ginny exclaimed, pacing around as she spoke. Her raised tone of voice had gotten the attention of one of the twins’ friends causing him to walk over.

“Who are we on about, Fred? No way that Fred could’ve done that. He’s been uh, helping me study recently! Even yesterday night we were together! No way for him to have time to be shagging other girls. Don’t you trust him?” Dean said, softening his voice near the end as he kneeled before her. (Y/n) looked up at him, (e/c) eyes glaring into the brown ones before her. She had had it. She was fed up with all the he said she said bull. 

“You’re gonna fucking stand here, and lie to my face? Clearly you know where he keeps running off to. But you know what? To answer your question, no. Fuck no I don’t trust him!” the (h/c) girl seethed out through gritted teeth before storming out of the common room. Everyone stood there, a pregnant silence covering the room. Hermione and Ginny stood there, shocked but proud that the usually complacent and quiet girl had stood up for herself.

Now he got that itch, yeah, karma is a bitch, yeah

Same way that they come, that's the way they go

Now he got that itch, yeah, rewindin' the picture

There goes the alarm and the sirens go

There goes the alarm

After what went down in the common room that day, the news had obviously reached Fred extremely fast. He had shown up at her door, with flowers as he tried to form an apology and explanation, stumbling over his words. She stood there, staring at him with a stone like expression which worsened his words. While he was mid apology, (Y/n) had simply taken the flowers before turning around and slamming the door in his face, not even bothering to say anything.

The (y/h/h) girl had grown a lot since then, and everyone could tell. They all had expected her to be torn to bits, crying her days away in her dorm but they couldn’t be far from the truth. When Hermione and Ginny had come to (Y/n)’s room the next morning to go to the great hall like they usually did, their mouths were agape and their eyes grew wide. She had done her makeup, skin glowing the light reflecting off the gloss on her lips. Her hair appeared to look a lot healthier than usual too, skirt hiked a bit more than usual. She had grown tired of hiding on the sidelines She’d show him just exactly what karma had in store for him.

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(Y/n) walked into the great hall, her dearest friends at side as usual, guys and girls alike greeting you as you walked to your spot at the table. She began to butter her toast, looking at Ginny who was holding in a fit of giggles. “Care to share?” the (h/c) haired girl said.

Ginny leaned in. “Well, I heard from a few of the girls in Fred’s year that he’s been having some rather unusual...sensations going on. So, he went to Madam Pomfrey and she asked him if he had been sleeping with anyone new and he obviously said yeah and well...she gave him a bottle of potion and told him good luck! Bloody hell, (Y/n/n) he’s got some kind of itch going on! You dodged a bullet with that one.” She said right on queue as Fred came in, scratching at his crotch region. (Y/n) and Hermione both gasped at the same time, covering your mouths trying your best not to laugh. 

George walked in shortly after, not wanting to be seen with his idiot of a twin. Fred began walking towards the Ravenclaw table, going in for a kiss to the girl he had been seeing. She stuck up her hand in between them before scooting closer to the bloke next to her who wrapped his arm around her, glaring at the Gryffindor boy. He had a defeated look on his face as he walked over to Dean, taking a seat next to him. The (y/h/h) girl couldn’t take it anymore, she began to laugh uncontrollably as her friends joined in.

“Karma really is a bitch, innit she?”

I saw it comin', I let it go

My girls will tell me, "I told you so"

But I was so intrigued by your style, boy

Always been a sucker for a wild boy

I'm better than this, I know my worth

I might be gettin' what I deserve

But I ain't stickin' 'round for the re-run

What's done is done

(Y/n)’s life had improved even more than before. She never cared about her status or popularity, but it was hard to ignore the attention she was receiving. Most of it was positive but some were negatives, spreading rumors that were quickly shut down. Even though the thought of Fred never crossed the girl’s mind, with all the things she kept hearing from people, it was very clear she was the only thing on his mind.

“I swear (Y/n/n)! I’ve heard from around five different people now that he’s been planning something! All I’m saying is you better be prepared for when he approaches.” Hermione said. (Y/n) scoffed, shaking her head. It wasn’t that the idea was unbelievable. She knew it was something that could very well happen but she didn’t want it to. ‘Fred would have some fucking nerve thinking he deserves some kind of reconciliation after what happened’ she thought to herself as they continued to walk. That was until she heard..

“Oi! Oi! (Y/n) wait up! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!” she froze in her spot, turning around with an eye roll. She looked up at the tall boy, eyes piercing into them. He went to open his mouth to speak again but she held her hand up causing him to stop.

“You know Fred, before I would’ve actually taken the time to consider what you have to say. And you know what? I would be lying if I said I didn’t love you. I always loved how different we were. I was, well, quiet, more reserved and you were my fantasy. You were this wild, unruly boy that no one could tame, no one until me. But you know, now I know why fantasies are called fantasies. Because they’re too fucking good to be true.” She spoke calmly as bystanders pretended to not be listening although some did stop to see what would go down. “Honestly, I truly want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Without your foolishness, I would’ve never realized my worth. And while all the other girls here may fall at your feet, I personally won’t be sticking around for a rerun. So I kindly leave you with, fuck off. What’s done is fucking done.” She said, looking up at the boy whose face was full of a mix of emotions. Sorrow. Regret. Longing. She flashed a fake smile before nudging Hermione signaling for her to follow.

Hermione stood there for a moment before walking up to Fred, smacking him across the face. “You have some nerve, you insolent pig!” (Y/n) dragged her off knowing that the Gryffindor would keep going if she could but for the sake of her, the people around them, and Gryffindor’s house points she didn’t let her.

Bang bang, two-shots fired

Man down, one fool, one liar

Ring ring, trust gone missin'

House on fire, house on fire

Bang bang, two-shots fired

Man down, one fool, one liar

Ring ring, trust gone missin'

House on fire

(Y/n) didn’t know, but there had been a guy watching from afar since this fiasco began. He had watched her grow and blossom, gaining the attention of many men, no not men, boys who thought they were worthy of the work of art that was (Y/n). Out of respect, he hadn’t made a move just yet, knowing the girl would probably want her space. He thought she was amazing. He loved how she was so kind and sweet, spreading optimism anywhere, but never let anyone walk all over her. He loved how she looked when she was concentrating on her studies. But after watching what just went down? He knew he had to make a move. It was now or never.

“Hey, (L/n). Can I talk to you for a second?” (Y/n) turned around at the feeling of a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to be met with a somewhat familiar pair of brown eyes. Her and Blaise were never really friends. Sure, they talked occasionally, working with each other in potions sometimes. He was friends with Draco but was never openly rude as his best friend. She always saw him as the boy’s voice of reason. He was smart, well spoken, and undeniably attractive. She smiled at him.

“Blaise Zabini? To what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked, watching as he scanned her up and down before meeting his eyes. Hermione nudged her, giving a knowing look before she began to walk off leaving the pair to have a moment alone.

“Well, I’ve been watching you and that dimwitted Weasley boy from a far. I just thought maybe you were tired of dealing with boys and was ready to deal with, well, a real man.” He said, a confident smirk as he took a step closer. He smelled heavenly, like expensive cologne and a smoky smell she couldn’t quite place. “Which is why I was wondering if you’d give me the pleasure of accompanying you to Hogsmeade this week. I was thinking maybe I could take you shopping, then to that little bookstore I know you like, and then if you’re feeling me, dinner? My treat of course.” He said, placing a delicate kiss on her hand. She was taken back to say the least. Sure, she had suitors approach her since her and Fred split, but none of them had done so in such a way as Blaise had. None of them had the confidence or flair.

“You know what Zabini? I think I’d love that very much. Swing by my dorm beforehand. I prefer when they’re early.” 

“Great, it’s a date then! Come with me to Quidditch practice? I’d love to show you off.” He said, holding out his hand. As she grabbed it, her heart fluttering in the distance someone else’s heart was crumbling. 

Fred felt like an utter fool and idiot as the gorgeous girl got more and more distant as the pair moved down the hall. He felt like his heart had a bullet in it and he was left to bleed. He had lost the best woman who would ever enter his life. He felt a tear drop down his face as his heart clenched.

“Come on mate, give it up. I told you to slow down but you thought you were hot shit. Let her live her life, you clearly already lived yours.” George said as he began to lead Fred the opposite way.

There goes the alarm

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[freakynct]

「𝒂-𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔」

— jung yoon-oh

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a; aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jaehyun can get pretty rough without even noticing it but he never forgets to take care of you after he's done with you. he's the first one to get up, grabbing a warm wet towel to clean you up. he doesn't talk much during it, prefers to place gentle kisses over your skin after brushing the towel over it. helps you put on some comfortable clothes on and cuddles with you if that's what you ask for

b; body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like he's very proud of his body and his favorite body part on himself might be his abs. on you, it's definitely your eyes, he loves interesting and distinct eyes and loves staring into them, makes him feel closer to you

c; cum (anything to do with cum basically)

i think he doesn't have a preference when it comes to where to cum, he likes doing it everywhere, your mouth, inside you, your back, stomach, he's happy to cum wherever you want him to. i feel like he cums a lot and sometimes it can be messy but he lowkey likes that

d; dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

jaehyun secretly loves to spend money on women. either going to the strip club and just spending the whole night throwing stacks of money to half naked women dancing in front of him or sticking bills in a stripper's panties while getting a private lap dance or, the most secret of his fantasies, paying some hooker to have sex with him. there's something about being able to afford all of these dirty fantasies and all of these women that makes him feel powerful and that turns him on so much

e; experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i feel like jaehyun is the most likely to get involved in one night stands and purely sexual relationships out of everyone, so i do believe he has a lot of experience and really knows what he's doing. i don't wanna say a specific number of people he has slept with but i'm guessing a lot

f; favourite position (goes without saying)

jaehyun loves any position that gives him power over you and where you look vulnerable to him, so probably one of his favorites is when he has you face down and ass up and he holds your arms behind your back while he thrusts into you. sometimes, if he's feeling a little bit more rough, he will even hold both your wrists with one hand and pull on your hair with the other

g; goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

i don't see jaehyun having sex in any other way but serious. he's really not the type to goof around with you when it comes to sex, it's something serious and sensual to him, not something to giggle about, i think he would feel a little awkward if that happened

h; hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

we've seen his little happy trail so i think he definitely doesn't shave everything, i really don't see him doing that anyways. probably just trims it well and that's it

i; intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

i think jaehyun really needs to be in a certain mood to make love to you, so it's either a very special occasion or he's feeling more emotional because otherwise i really see him as the type to prefer rougher sex most of the time and that's just how naturally he is. but don't be fooled, because when he does make love to you, he really knows how to be sweet and take really good care of you, don't forget that jaehyun is a softie at heart. i also think that jaehyun is one of the members that is more comfortable with having a purely sexual relationship, he doesn't need to be in a relationship to have sex at all

j; jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i think he jacks off regularly, probably 4-5 times a week. he needs it to let off some stress and relax. if he can't have someone to fuck then he won't hesitate to use his hand and he has gotten really good at it. he chooses a time when he's alone, most likely at night, pulls out some of his favorite porn that he probably already has saved, and starts stroking himself. he doesn't waste time teasing himself or edging, he likes to get straight to the point and cum as soon as he can. he only makes noise when he's actually cumming, groaning as he releases his seed over his hand

k; kink (one or more of their kinks)

jaehyun has many kinks and probably hides a good portion of them, only fantasizing about them in his head. i feel like his main kinks would be power play, sir/daddy kink, choking, hair pulling, face fucking, brat taming, degradation, exhibitionism and anything else that allows him to show his strength over you, he likes to feel powerful during sex

l; location (favourite places to do it)

i feel like having sex in risky places would turn in on beyond belief. he would particularly like to fuck you against a window, the thought of someone seeing how well he's fucking you making him even harder and making him fuck you even rougher. he also loves to fuck you on top of hard surfaces like a table, desk or even counter

m; motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he loves the way a soft kiss can turn into an intense makeout session. the feeling of having your hands holding his face, your lips gently brushing over his, the kiss starting slow and soft, hands start to get a little more eager, trying to reach everywhere, tongues slowly making their way into each others mouths, lips moving harder against one another, that right there. that's something that makes his pants feel tighter

n; no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

another member i think wouldn't like to be dommed at all. like i've mentioned many times, jaehyun strikes me as the type to want to be in control and feel powerful during sex so i don't think he would enjoy handing that power to someone else and letting them use it on him

o; oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

i feel like he enjoys giving oral the most when he's close to that person or when he's in a relationship. he doesn't enjoy it as much if it's a random person he just met. however he loves receiving oral from anyone at all times, it never fails to turn him on when someone is standing on their knees in front of him with his cock between their lips

p; pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

jaehyun fucks rough and hard most of the time. he's strong and easily likes to throw you around and "use you" for his pleasure. he gets really excited and sometimes forgets how rough he can be. he loves thrusting deep and hard inside you, likes to feel you squirming and shaking under him and to see the small bruises forming under his fingertips. he will only be gentle and sweet if he's feeling vulnerable or you ask him very nicely

q; quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

i wouldn't say it's his favorite thing but he also wouldn't say no to it. quickies are sometimes necessary to him if he's feeling really horny and there's not much time or you're somewhere less appropriate. if he needs to have you then he'll have you and that's when quickies come in handy. but he prefers proper sex so much more

r; risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he isn't the riskiest person but he would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. he probably wouldn't enjoy if someone actually walked in on him but the thought of it somehow excites him. when it comes to experimenting i feel like he would only do it if it's something that he has also fantasized about and knows that he'll probably enjoy. but if it's something that he's not into, he will refuse to do it even if you really want to, there's just some things that he won't do

s; stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

i feel like jaehyun isn't the type to go for many rounds, he prefers to have just one long and intense round. he has a lot of self control and can last for a really long time, can and will make you cum multiple times but once he has done it, i don't think he would want another round, except in rare cases when he or you are still very horny

t; toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no toys, i really don't see him using them. and it's not even because he doesn't like them or anything like that, he simply doesn't see a point in it when he can make you feel so good himself. he wants to be the reason why you're squirming and moaning and cumming and he doesn't need toys for that

u; unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's not the type to tease that much, only when he's in a very particular mood. he likes to go straight to the point and doesn't like to waste time with little games. i feel like when he does tease you, it's definitely with his words rather than with his touch

v; volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he's not that loud, more of a heavy breather and spends most of sex panting. groans loudly when he cums though

w; wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

you hum against jaehyun's soft lips, feeling how he grows harder against you, under the fabric of his pants. it had been two weeks since you last saw each other but his hungry kiss gave away how much he had missed you. he grabbed your waist a little bit tighter and pressed your back against the wall even harder, a thin string of spit connecting your lips when he moved away to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and intense. one of his hands left your waist to pet your hair, feeling the way it started to apply some pressure over your head, signaling for you to drop to your knees, which you happily did, your hands wandering around over his prominent boner. "you're gonna take me inside your pretty little mouth, hm? did you miss my cock baby? yeah? you're gonna let me fuck your little mouth? that's my good girl."

x; x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

jaehyun is on the average size and more on the thicker side. you'll definitely feel the stretch but it's one of the best feelings and your hand will probably look small around him. he's most likely circumcised as well

y; yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he's good at hiding it and holding it in and sometimes when he's away from you that's exactly what he has to do but on a perfect scenario, he's ready to have sex about 4-5 times a week. he doesn't get turned on super easily but if you learn what he likes and you make the right moves, you'll be able to have him anytime you'd like

z; zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

like i've mentioned in the beginning, jaehyun pays close attention to aftercare, so he won't fall asleep until he's sure you're taken care of. after all that is done, i do see him falling asleep rather quickly

[emotionaldepravity]

Since you love Starscream so much, why don't you answer some fluff alphabet prompts? Namely F, R, U and W. I'll leave the continuity up to you

OwO okay so technically these requests are closed, but its Starscream so I’m going to make an exception. I think we are going with Armada, Prime, and Cyberverse for this one. I just hdjsdhf love him! ❤❤❤❤❤

Armada

F-Feelings

-He felt nothing but shame the moment he saw you after he betrayed the Autobots. It didn’t matter what the Autobots themselves thought or even the children, but the hurt expression on your face threatened to break his spark into a million pieces. He wanted to run and pretend that he hadn’t seen you, but when you called out to him, he paused. He let you tell him that you didn’t hate him and that you never would. You only wished that you could have had more time with him, and that if he felt the same, you’d be happy to leave everything behind just to be with him. He knew then that he really did love you, and it scared him.

R-Remember

- You were curious about how it felt to ride in an air plane since you had never been in one before, and Starscream was happy to oblige. He had seen the Autobots unfazed by the children riding along with them, and he had often wondered what it would feel like. The moment you entered his cockpit he could feel your warmth. The heat you radiated surprised him, but it wasn’t unwelcome. The way you patiently waited for him to get adjusted to the idea of flying like this made him quite happy. The smile you had on your face as you peered through his windows to see the bright blue sky and fluffy white clouds as they surrounded the two of you was a treasure that he’d always take with him. 

U-Universe

- A bright shooting star you get a glimpse of just as it falls and fades into the blackness of the night

W-Why

- He loves you because you treat him as an equal being that matters. You love him so openly, knowing that there is nothing to gain from doing so. Despite knowing he has little to offer but his own affection, you still love him. He has never had anyone care for him the way you do before, and he truly is thankful for you. When you smile at him, his whole world seems brighter, and he finally has something worth fighting for. He’d do anything to keep you safe and to give you a world where this war was over. 

Prime

F-Feelings

- You were supposed to be just another worthless human that he could use as leverage against the Autobots. You were supposed to be afraid when he showed up to your house to steal you away. You were supposed to hate him for being an evil Decepticon. Yet you willingly came with him, eyes filled with nothing but pity. You had seen on more than one occasion what failure meant for Starscream, and if nothing else he always seemed to keep you safe from the other Decepticons until Optimus and the rest of Team Prime came to save you. He always kept you locked in his quarters rather than a cell which offered you some comfort as well as protection. As he stole you away, you could feel his entire frame trembling. You had pet his dash not knowing what had made him so on edge, but it wasn’t too hard make a guess. This wasn’t exactly the first time he had come to you in this state. However, you were a bit surprised when he took you not to the Nemesis, but to the wreckage of the Harbinger, a place he had taken you only when he first discovered its ruins.

 He had felt so alone staying in the damaged ship, and now, at least with you here, things didn’t seem as bad as they have been. He wasted no time letting you out and mass displacing to hold you close to his chassis. You could hear him lightly sobbing into your hair. Expecting you to want to pull away, he loosened his grip on you. However, you didn’t let him go, and instead you continued to embrace him and lightly stroke the base of his wings to comfort him. Barely above a whisper, you told him you loved him. His spark felt so full that he felt compelled to kiss you which he did. He had known for a long time that he loved you, but only now could he admit it to himself. 

R-Remember

- During one of his several information exchanges with the Autobots, he asked to see you. He was exhausted and lonely, more so than he had been in a while, and he thought if he could at least see you he’d feel a bit better just in case Ratchet refused to patch him up. Luckily, Ratchet and Bulkhead, despite their better judgement, did bring you along. The shame Starscream might have felt for you seeing him in such a sorry state vanished when you ran over to him with genuine worry painting your face. It took more willpower than he could ever admit to keep the coolant from running down his face. Perhaps it was improper for a Decepticon like him to be so close to a human, but at a moment like this, he could hardly care.

U-Universe

- Sitting absolutely alone at a party you willingly came to knowing and fearing that you’d be watching as everyone else seemed to enjoy themselves 

W-Why

- He knows better than anyone that he isn’t perfect, he is berated for it almost on a daily basis, but with you, he knows that he doesn’t have to be. He is his own worst enemy, and he knows it. However, you still don’t turn your back on him even when he feels like he doesn’t deserve your kindness or time. You aren’t some perfect saint either; your flaws keep him grounded, reminded that neither of you are perfect and that’s okay. He loves you because no matter how miserable things are you don’t turn your back on him. You are willing to tell him the hard truths and expect better of him. While the thought of expectations mortifies him, you only ask him to try. And with you supporting him, he feels like it is safe to try.

Cyberverse 

F-Feelings

- Useless, trash, weak, stupid, Megatron was quick to attribute all these words to him and more no matter how untrue Starscream believed them to be. Everyone failed their missions sometimes, but only Starscream was shamed so publicly for his mistakes or at least, that’s how it seemed to him. It was after being reminded of how much the leader of the Decpticons hated him, that he found himself pinging you for a moment of reprieve. Typically, he would hide in his habsuite and let the frustration in his spark pass, but as he had gotten to know you, he felt comfortable enough to vent to you and trust that you’d be understanding. Your voice hit him like a fresh cube of energon after a long battle. Being so supportive of him, you boosted his mood and refreshed his mind. You talked with him for hours, but it was only that you noticed how late it was getting that you told him you needed to go to bed soon. As he was about to end the communication, he just naturally told you that he loved you like it was just the typical way he would sign off. He was about to apologize when you returned the sentiment. He couldn’t wait to have another moment of freedom to hear you say it again. If he was really lucky, maybe he’d also get to hear you say it in person. 

R-Remember

- With there being a lull in the orders to attack the Autobots, Starscream had been able to spend a lot more time with you. You were slowly introducing him to Earth media, and that just so happened to include some romance movies which he seemed oddly fond of. He often asked questions about the movies, and so when he finally asked about kissing you were quite prepared to explain it. Under the guise of needing to tell him in secret, you convinced him to pick you up and when he got close enough you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He was surprised but was quick to give you one in return

U-Universe

- The hiss of a shaken up bottle of soda in a previously silent room that grows louder the longer you leave it alone

W-Why

- Before he would have said he loved you because you listen to him when he needs an ear/ audial receptor. You laugh so genuinely at his jokes and smile at him like he is the center of your world. He likes to be praised, and though he does ask, you manage to surprise him with how sincere your admiration for him is. When he had a brush with death, he thought it was destiny itself to love you and for you to love him. Nothing felt right without you. As he hung between life and death he thought realized something, that if you died and weren’t in the AllSpark with him, he would never know true peace. In the delusion that he had dreamed up, he truly believed that he came back online to make sure he can find a way for you to be with him forever. Until he can figured out how, he would just have to settle for setting all of the sparks of his fellow Cybertronians free. Of course, he now knows that he was just a mech, left for dead, praying to see you one last time. The only thing that has never changed is how much he cares about you. You really are the only things that keeps him grounded. Despite all that has happened to him, he waits for a day that he can see you again.

[pl-dubois]

hey love. i'm gonna say angst: #8, fluff: #4, and misc: #12 & 16 i get that's a lot so if you don't wanna do em you are under no obligation to ❤️

hey, it’s the anon again :) idk if you already knew what boys you wanted to write about [if you did then don’t listen to me, do what you want, seriously!!!] but if you were looking for requests for boys too then hartsy or patty would be 👌

Angst #8: “Is that blood?” “…..No?”

You knew something was off the moment you opened the door to find TK on the other side.

“Oh, hey Y/N!” he said cheerfully, standing to the side so you could step inside.  “I was just heading out, had to make sure Patty got home alright. I’ll see you guys later.”

With his words, Travis took his leave and you closed the door behind him, a little confused by what he had said.  Why had he needed to make sure Nolan got home safe?  It was still early in the night, the game hadn’t been over long enough for them to get really wasted.  Almost immediately, concern overtook your mind.

Making your way to your bedroom, you pushed the half-closed door open to find your boyfriend sitting on the bed, checking his phone.

“Hey, babe,” he said with a smile when he looked up. “I was just about to call you.  How was dinner? I missed you tonight.”

Instead of acknowledging his words, you phrased your own question.  “Are you okay?”

His smile faltered as he responded, sighing, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Why was Travis here then?”

“We both agreed it would be better if he drove me home instead of me driving myself.  He was just making sure I got up here okay.”  His mumbling made it clear that he was reluctant to tell you, but his tone was the obvious indicator that he didn’t want you to worry.

“What do you mean, got up here okay?”

By not receiving a response from your boyfriend, your apprehension got the better of you.  You stepped towards him to examine his face, reaching out to touch him gently, but he quickly turned his head away from you when he realized what you were doing.

“Babe-” he started in protest, but you had already caught a glimpse of what you hated most about the sport he played.

“Is that blood?” you asked, taking a step back and crossing your arms.

“…..No?”

“Nolan James!” you exclaimed, moving back in towards him.  You took his face in your hands, carefully yet firmly, and assessed the damage that had been done.  He had a few small lacerations on the side of his head and near his temple, although to your dismay, when you took a closer look, you noticed he also had a set of nasty stitches criss-crossing across his ear.  “Baby, what happened…?”

“Took a puck to the head,” he mumbled, looking a little guilty.  “I’m sorry-“

You shook your head, successfully cutting his unnecessary apology off while you ran your fingers through his soft hair, scratching his scalp with your nails gently. “Are sure you’re okay, Nol? I’m just worried.”

“I know,” he sighed, reaching to pull you closer by the back of your thighs to stand between his.  “And yeah, I think so. My head hurts a little, but other than that I’m okay.”

You just nodded, pulling Nolan’s head to your chest as you hugged him tightly.  His hands were warm on your legs and the feeling brought your head back down to reality; you took a shaky breath as you were suddenly overcome with a feeling of love and gratefulness.  His injury could’ve been so much worse, you were lucky all he got were a couple of stitches and placed on concussion protocol.  

Pulling away from your embrace, Nolan brought a hand up to brush against your cheek, wiping away the few tears that had gathered there unknown to you.  You leaned into his touch, sighing softly.

“I’m okay, really,” he offered you a small smile of reassurance.  “Head injuries always look worse than they actually are.”

“That’s very true,” you nodded, a small smile forming on your face; relieved wasn’t even close to describing the emotions you were feeling.  “I’m just glad you’re okay, Nol.”

“Believe me, I am too,” he laughed softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.  Catching his hand as he pulled it away, you pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist.  Using the grasp you already had on him, Nolan pulled you in close and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I love you so much,” you sighed happily, letting your hands rest on his shoulders. 

“I love you more,” he returned with a grin, stroking your sides lovingly. 

“Debatable, but I’ll let it slide this time.”

Nolan’s soft laughter at your response made your heart soar.  Kissing his head softly, you pulled away from his embrace. 

“I know you’re probably exhausted,” you said, making your way slowly to the bedroom door, “so you go to bed.  I’ll grab you some ice and set alarms for every three hours.”

Settling back against the pillows, Nolan’s eyes were filled with absolute adoration.  “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, babe.” Blowing him a quick kiss, you disappeared from the room. 

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Fluff #4: “Have you always been this beautiful?” 

Falling in to bed with Carter had always been easy, but it was getting back out of it that was harder.  The two of you had agreed on the whole friends with benefits thing ages ago, and you had even been adamant about no strings attached. However, that definitely didn’t stop you from developing feelings for him along the way. 

Your latest rendezvous had brought you to Carter’s apartment and you found yourself staring at the ceiling after Carter had fallen asleep, unable to calm your wandering thoughts.  The sex had been amazing as always, you’d for sure feel the after effects of it in the morning, but you wondered for how much longer you could continue hooking up with Carter while also keeping your emotions at bay.  You could’ve stayed lost in your thoughts for hours, but a feeling of being watched stirred you from the depths of your mind.  Rolling onto your side toward Carter, you were met with his green eyes gazing at you.  A warm hand came to rest on your bare thigh as you struggled to find words.

“I thought you were- you’re awake?” you managed to get out, brain still slightly foggy from the post-sex haze you were in.

Carter nodded, beginning to trace shapes with gentle fingers across your skin.  “And so are you.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled truthfully.  He didn’t need to know the exact details on why couldn’t rest.  

“Me neither,” he replied softly, his hand moving up your body to continue his soft touches on your arm.  As he spoke, you noticed something in his eyes; it wasn’t lustful like it usually was when the two of you were together, it was something that you had never seen before from Carter.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you questioned, laughing softly.

“Like what?” His hand stilled as he moved to brush the hair out of your face; it took everything in you to not completely melt into his touch.  “God… Have you always been this beautiful?”

“Carter-” you started only to be cut off by your friend’s soft lips against your own.  Too shocked for a moment to recognize what was happening, you quickly reciprocated and drew closer to his body.  The kiss was different than the rough, rushed ones you had shared before in the heat of passion; it was gentle and full of unspoken words you couldn’t quite decipher.

When the two of you finally broke apart, he looked almost a little guilty.  

“Look, I know we said we wouldn’t do feelings with the whole friends with benefits thing, but,” he paused to let out a soft laugh to himself, “I really like you.”

Taken aback at his words, it took you a moment to find yours.  “Well that’s a relief… I’ve been in love with you for years.”

Dissolving into laughter, the next kiss the two of you shared was enough to prompt Carter into rolling himself back on top of you.  You easily fell back into your old habits; though this time, instead of just another drunk hookup with hidden emotions, there was love and care in every caress of your bodies. 

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Misc. #12: “Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.” 

Why you agreed to go on an early morning run with your boyfriend, you’d never know. 

You knew going into it that keeping up with Carter was going to be a challenge; he was a professional athlete and you were lucky if you found the motivation to go to the gym.  However, even though you knew what you were getting yourself into, it was still somehow a surprise to you when your body started screaming for oxygen and water about half a mile in. 

“Can we please stop running?” you managed to gasp out.  “I think I’m dying.”

Chuckling softly, Carter slowed his pace until you were stopped on the side of the road where you had been running.

“You okay?” he asked, a small teasing smile threatening to show on his face. Not having enough air to respond, you gave him a glare that spoke for you.

Resting your hands on top of your head to help open up your chest more, you finally managed to stop gasping for air. 

“I cannot BELIEVE you talked me into running with you,” you sighed, shaking your head.  “God, I’m so mad at you right now. It’s almost like you plan-“ You stopped as Carter laughed again, finally realizing that he had played you like a fool. 

“What can I say?” he shrugged with a grin. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“Carter!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands down exasperatedly. “Are you serious right now?!”

“See, now you’re just proving my point.”  The grin on your boyfriend’s face grew as he pulled you closer.

Smacking lightly at his chest, you whined, “Stop I’m all gross and sweaty. And I’m still mad at you.”

“Don’t care.”  And with his words, he picked you up, easily throwing you over his shoulder as he started walking again. 

“Oh my God- Babe! Put me down!” you shrieked, not able to help the laughter that escaped your mouth. 

“Not until you’re done being mad at me.” Carter’s laughter joined your own after pressing a kiss to your thigh. 

“Guess I’m gonna be here awhile then.”

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Misc. #16: “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

Going dress shopping wasn’t at the top of either of your lists, but it had to be done—at least that’s what Nolan kept telling himself while waiting for you to show him your latest discovery. 

Looking at yourself in the dressing room mirror, you weren’t really sure what to think. Sure the dress was gorgeous, but it was also much more revealing than you were used to, not to mention more scandalous than what Nolan was used to seeing you in. Taking a deep breath, you emerged from the dressing room to show the garment to your awaiting boyfriend.  When he looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you, you couldn’t quite place the reaction on his face. 

“Be honest,” you said slowly, “how do I look in this dress?”

Setting his phone down completely, the next words out of your boyfriend’s mouth were anything but PG. 

“That dress looks amazing on you.” Sitting on the edge of his chair and lowering his voice, he continued, “I can’t wait to peel it off your gorgeous body and take you apart with my-“

“Shush!” you hissed, leaping over to where he was, your eyes wide in surprise.

“Tongue.” He finished his sentence proudly with a cocky smirk.  As red as your face was from his comments, the color left by your hard smacks to his arm would rival it. 

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” Nolan laughed, trying to avoid your blows. 

“We. Are. In public, Nolan.” You spoke through gritted teeth, not wanting to draw anyone’s attention to you, stilling your hands. Taking a second to glance around, luckily for you, you found that no one was near you to hear his smart remark. 

“I thought you were into that.” A wolfish grin played on his features while his hands made their way to your ass.

“Nolan Patrick!” you exclaimed before quickly dropping the volume of your voice again.  “Not here! Let me buy this dress and then you can do all the things you said you would when we get home.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky swear, baby.”

[liamakorn]

Absolution (Part 3)

A/N: Hey guys! Finally, I finished this chapter...took me a long time, mostly because I didn’t feel like it was good. Like, at all. But, I’m sort of happy with it now, even though it’s still very bad lol. So John is kinda OOC? He’s def more...aggressive? But I wanted a soft boi John, so that’s what you’re gonna get ;p Also, I’m aware he uses a tattoo gun usually, but??? The carved sin aesthetic called to me. He and Joseph carved their sins, and cross them out once they overcome them, so if he was trying to romance her then?? He might do this?? Don’t judge me.  I know I said this was supposed to lead to must, but I’m not sure now? I like where I ended it. Maybe if I find the inspiration, I’ll write another chapter, but as of rn, this is the last one. Let me know what you think! 

Part 1 -Part 2 -Part 3

Tagging: @obscure-fae @aliciawentzshadows

Pairing: John Seed x OC (Maggie) 

Warnings: MAJOR CUTTING/SELF HARM TRIGGER WARNING! There is blood! He carves her sin into her flesh! If mentions of cutting or blood trigger you, PLEASE DONT READ!!! Don't sacrifice your mental health for my thirsty ass. Other than that, gentle boi John, dub-con if ya squint. I’m going to hell. 

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His thumb stroked her jaw, pressing lightly into her throat. Felt her pounding heartbeat beneath his fingertips. Regarding her thoughtfully, John leaned closer, pressing his nose to her hair and breathing. Maggie let her eyes close, enjoying the warmth his body gave off. He dragged his lips to her ear, making sure she felt every movement.

He implored her to confess. To reveal her deepest, darkest secrets, no matter how petty. No matter how small. To rip open her ribcage so he could see the tangled mess of sin that lay beneath.

And she did.

She breathed out everything she could think of, pouring her heart between stuttering breaths, focusing only on the man in front of her. It was as if a weight was being lifted from her shoulders; Maggie found herself rambling more and more, sharing more of herself than she’d ever imagined she could. His gaze remained fixated on her, as if nothing else existed. It stirred a warmth in her gut that burned down to her toes. The attention positively ached, and yet, she never wanted him to look away. So she divulged her soul, hoping to keep those blue depths on her for just a bit longer. She confessed her greed. Her sloth. Her pride.

When she reached lust, Maggie hesitated. John tilted his head, licking his lips. As if he could taste her sins. He chuckled in response to her silence, gently stroking her cheek. Leaning closer, John nudged his nose against hers, warm breath fanning over her face.

She didn’t need to vocally confess her sin; it was written all over the way she moved, the goosebumps spreading across her flesh, the whimper she let out as his grip tightened just slightly against her throat. But he made her anyway. Eagerly awaited the words he knew would fall from her lips. Maggie whispered how she’d felt about him from the moment they’d met; how she’d dreamed of him every night since. Every unholy thought she’d ever had was voiced for him to judge.  His resulting groan made her toes curl, watching as his eyes darkened.

“I know your sin…”

His voice must’ve dropped an octave, a mere growl compared to his usual cocky tone. It took everything Maggie had not to moan aloud; although, at this point, she might as well have. There was nothing she could hide from him. Not now.

His lips brushed against hers as he spoke,

“At first, I thought it must be wrath, or envy...but now, I see. Your sin...is lust.”

A shudder ran down her spine. Of course it was. She knew he was right. He could see right through her. And oddly, she didn’t mind. She wanted him to see her; to weed out her sins and lead her to the salvation his brother had promised. It terrified her. But he knew that too, grazing his nose across her cheek, delicately running his thumb along her jaw.

Laying his palm flat against her sternum, he paused for a moment, relishing in the pounding of her heart.

“But that’s alright.”

Slowly, deliberately, he dragged his hand down her front, between her breasts, stalling just above her navel. Pushing away from the tree, careful not to move too far from her body, John’s other hand gripped her wrists. With a steadiness she envied him for, John raised her arms above her head, pressing just a tad harder than was necessary; she could feel the bark digging into her skin, sure to leave marks.

“Pain is the gateway to forgiveness. Only after you’ve been punished for your sins, can you be cleansed of them.”

Leaning in closer, John almost snarled into Maggie’s ears,

“You will leave your hands where I have placed them. Do not move until your atonement is complete. Am I understood?”

The authority in his tone gave her chills. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear, and unlike last time, she didn’t hesitate to give it to him.

“Yes.”

The growl he released was more of a moan, and Maggie could tell he was enjoying this more than he let on. One look down would’ve told her for sure, but she didn’t dare. Instead, she held his gaze, blue eclipsed by his blown out pupils.

“Are you ready, Maggie?”

Gasping her confirmation, she watched in fascination as a wicked grin found his lips, falling to his knees in front of her. It took her breath away; she had to dig her nails into her palms just to keep her arms steady.

Maggie was so caught up in the sight of John Seed, on his knees before her like she was the altar he worshiped at, she nearly missed him reaching back, retrieving a small knife.

She flinched at the snap the blade made as he flipped it open, breathing escalating in a mixture of fear and pure excitement. This was it. She would be free. She would be pure. He would lead her to Eden, where she would finally be free from her sins.

God, when had she become this person?

Slowly, as not to startle her, he lifted her shirt, letting his fingers graze her skin the entire time. She’d never considered herself sensitive, but Jesus she could tell her jeans were absolutely soaked. If he noticed, he didn’t mention it. Letting the fabric bunch around her waist, John skimmed his palms along her hips, catching her gaze as he popped the button of her jeans with a flourish.

Maggie’s knees trembled. With a calculated leisure, John slipped his long fingers into the band of her jeans, tugging at them to reveal the patch of skin just above her panty line. It was pure torture. And god, the look on his face as his eyes devoured her skin, his own excitement evident in both his expression, and through his pants.

A soft sigh slipped past her lips, eyes fluttering closed as his touch warmed every inch of her exposed flesh. Maggie could feel his breath against her navel with every exhale, and it was driving her insane.  

It was the cool touch of metal that snapped her, briefly, from her daze, a spike of fear stabbing her heart. What was she doing? This was absolutely psychotic; and yet, she couldn’t move her arms, her breath caught in her throat as the blade just grazed across her skin. As if sensing her unease, John pressed a chaste kiss against her hip, sending her hurtling back towards that fuzzy state of mind.

“Shhh, pet, you’re alright. This is going to hurt, okay? But I know you can handle it, I know you can find redemption...I believe in you, just trust me…”

L

The first incision wasn’t as bad as she’d feared. A hard sting, sure, but something she could deal with. However, the moment he began to drag the knife down, slicing her skin like it was butter, she could help but cry out, biting down on her lip so hard she tasted blood. John never stopped speaking, muttering praises as he went.

“You’re doing so well, little lamb, barely even moving, I'm so proud of you, pet…”

He gave a brief pause between letters, allowing a short reprieve for her to remember how to breathe. He must’ve been looking at her, but Maggie’s eyes were screwed shut, digging her nails into her palms. She refused to move her arms down, determined to finish her atonement. To make John proud.

U

The next letter was just as bad as the first, if not worse. She could feel blood dripping down her legs, staining her jeans red, even as John attempted to control the blood flow. Still, she didn’t move, gritting her teeth to the pain.

S

This was by far the worst one, the blade twisting into her flesh to form the correct shape. She couldn’t help the screams escaping her throat, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.  He was trying so hard to be gentle, always praising her, a firm hand holding her hips to the bark.

“We’re almost done, you’re being so good for me, pet...I knew you would be perfect, I'm going to take such good care of you…”

T

The euphoria she felt as the last letter was carved surprised her. She was still whimpering, trembling from shock and dizzy from blood loss; but it felt good. She was freed.  John was immediately by her side, pressing a cloth to her fresh wounds, gently lowering her arms to rest around his neck.

Maggie could barely hear him as he continued murmuring in her ear, something about salvation? She could've sworn he mentioned walking through Eden's Gate together, about exploring the new paradise side by side. The thought made her heart flutter, even as her eyes slipped shut.

Encouraging her to hold the makeshift bandage, he bent, sweeping one arm under her knees while tightly gripping her waist. Maggie had no will to fight, nuzzling gently into his neck. He was so warm… she could've laid there forever.  Something in her addled mind warned her she might not have a choice in that matter.  It was too faint to be sure. Dismissing the thought, Maggie breathed in John’s scent,  mumbling what she hoped resembled a ‘thank you ‘.

She might’ve imagined his smile. Some part of her slipping subconscious might’ve convinced her that he’d pressed a meaningful kiss against her temple. But there was no way she could mistake his words, the sound echoing in her head as sleep overtook her.

“Let’s get you home, pet…”

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

Ehi!! I just read your les mis fic and it's really amazing!!!Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ I was wondering if you could write one with the Sickie scenario you reblogged with A being enj, B being R and C... I don't know actually... Ferre maybe?

(Okay so here’s the thing: I don’t know what I reblogged. I have a very vague memory of it which I’m certain is right for the most part but I may have missed out some of the detail on the scenario so apologies for that! I’ve said this before but I love writing les mis!! Also sorry if my translations are off! Not native French speaker!)

TRANSLATIONS:

J'ai mal a la tête-my head hurtsJ'ai froid Grantaire- I’m cold, GrantaireJ'ai sommeil- I’m sleepyQuest ce qu'il fait faire ? -What should I do? Je suis desolee- I’m sorryA tés souhaits- Bless youJe ne me sens pas biens- I don’t feel wellPrenons ta temperature, oui? -Let me take your temperature, yes?Tu as l'aire malade, Enjolras- You look sick, EnjolrasRestez au lit, oui?- Stay in bed, yes?Ou est Grantaire? -Where is Grantaire?

Grantaire knows Enjolras well.

He’s spent a long time watching him move, analysing every little thing about him, and he’d fall in love a little more each day. And ever since Grantaire realised that his love was returned, he could only fall deeper in love.

He’d fall in love with Enjolras’s hair in the morning, how soft and perfectly messy it was. He’d fall in love with the look of his sleeping face, so calm, so beautifully natural. He’d fall in love with the way he’d constantly tap his fingers on surfaces to cope, and the little noises it would make. He’d even fall in love with the little stutter and shake to his voice, and even how clammy his hands got when he was anxious. Which was a lot of the time.

But these things no matter how imperfect made Enjolras.

And Grantaire loved Enjolras.

He loved him and all his little quirks. He’d memorised them; a little cheat sheet permanently installed into his head. Grantaire knew when Enjolras was getting sick.

He knew when he came home and his jacket pockets would be stuffed with tissues. He knew when the very tip of his nose would be slightly pink and slightly dry. He knew when Enjolras wore old  hoodies for days in a row. He knew when Enjolras sneezed slightly louder, a little more powerful.

Enjolras pitched forward with a forceful sneeze that doubled him over, but managed to catch wth his sleeve. The sound was obviously strained, but not too successfully, like he had been trying to muffle the sound but had failed to do so.

Grantaire frowned and put down his paintbrush, sighing. It had been the 6th time in the past half hour, and he needed to draw the line. He approached him quietly, gently putting his hands on Enjolras’s shoulders and softly massaging them.

“Bless you, baby,” Grantaire whispered.

Enjolras jumped slightly, face still buried in his sleeve. After he pitched forward with another sneeze he cleared his throat and smiled at him wearily.

“Thank you,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire rested his chin on Enjolras head as he lovingly embraced him, “E, baby, I think you’re coming down with something.”

Enjolras cleared his throat and shook his head weakly, “I’m fine, R, I promise. Just a little tired.”

Grantaire frowned, “I don’t like you working like this. You’re worrying me, come to bed?”

Enjolras offered him a sympathetic smile, “I love that you care for me so much, but I am honestly fine, ‘Taire.”

There was nothing he could do to convince him.

Enjolras sighed, “Here, let me just finish this point here then I’ll come to bed, okay?”

Grantaire sighed and gave him and a sad little smile, whispering a soft little goodnight as he left a little kiss against Enjolras’s nose. He left shortly after towards the bedroom, but couldn’t quite get rid of the anxiety building in his chest once he heard the harsh and chesty cough that came out of his boyfriend.

Enjolras didn’t come into bed until many hours later, and as much as that worried him all Grantaire could think about was the oh so good warmth against his body filling him with love.

They could figure this out when the morning came.

Enjolras was gone by the time Grantaire woke up.

He’d left a note like he usually did, of course, because Enjolras was a sweetheart. However what Grantaire did notice was that Enjolras appeared to be quite late, probably from exhaustion and oversleeping,  given the fact his pyjamas were on the floor rather than in the hamper, the coat rack and the shoe pile was slightly messed up, and how there was no empty bowl of cereal left at the sink.

Grantaire frowned, unhappy that Enjolras had left the house sick and without anything in him. He shot a quick text to Marius telling him that Enjolras was sick and had no food in him. Grantaire sighed, feeling a little unsettled in his stomach and feeling a little anxious for his boyfriend. But he couldn’t waste the day worrying needlessly, Enjolras was strong and capable, he wasn’t going to die.

Grantaire just sucked it up and began to work on his art project. He lost himself in his skilful pain strokes and the beautiful colours that popped and complimented each other wonderously. He lost him in his art, each stroke of his brush calculated yet loose and free.

He was so lost in his art he had lost his concept of time, and his concept of his senses because he didn’t hear his phone ring or see it light up.

Grantaire finally checked on his phone at around quarter to four, and when he saw the text on his phone his heart sank.

Marius: E really is not doing good and he’s been sneezing and coughing so much so I’m trying to force him home (1:56)

Marius: Ok so I got him to go home and I really wish I could give him a lift or come with him but I’ve got a test and I feel awful but at least he’s coming home to ur loving arms!! :-) (2:48)

Grantaire looked over at the window and his heart sank deeper as he realised how hard it was raining.

He let go of a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding and let out a series of rapid shaky breaths out of anxiety. He felt his heart begin to speed up and his blood run cold, as he scrambled to try and unlock his phone and try to contact him.

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” Grantaire hissed, flustered, as he kept failing to unlock his phone. To him, every second wasted was him getting closer and closer to losing Enjolras.

Until he heard the relieving sound of keys being yanked into the keyhole, twisting and the door softly being pushed open.

“Oh my god,” Grantaire said in relief, a heavy weight lifted off his shoulders.

Enjolras came shuffling in, like a ghost, completely drenched and his clothes sticking to his skin. He looked the epitome of miserable, and every inch of Grantaire wanted to leap on him and make him warm and make him better again. He couldn’t handle seeing someone who was made of sunlight and moon dust so stifled.

“Hey,” Enjolras said weakly, his voice cracking and hoarse. He managed a weary, feverish smile before he was tilting slightly, then collapsing.

Grantaire rushed to his side and caught him before he fell, “Oh my god, E!”

He put the back of his hand against his cheek, “You’re burning up! Oh fuck, I gotta get Ferre..”

“J'ai mal à la tête..” Enjolras murmured into Grantaire’s sweater.

Grantaire froze. Fear seeped into his bones, his hands beginning to shake slightly in fear of his boyfriend. He loved him too much, and he wished he could take any pain away from him. Enjolras didn’t deserve it.

“J'ai froid, Grantaire…” Enjolras whimpered.

“U-uh, q-quest c-ce qu'il fait faire?” Grantaire asked nervously, beginning to panic. He wished he knew a bit more French.

“O-okay, lets get you out of those clothes and I’ll call Ferre, okay?”

Enjolras nodded tiredly as Grantaire tried to lead him over to the en suite bathroom. Grantaire passed him a towel to dry off on, and left him briefly to carefully select an old but well loved, royal blue sweater from Enjolras’s old high school and a warm, thick pair of jogging bottoms.

“Here, ‘Jolras, sweetie, you need to get changed..”

“J'ai sommeil..” Enjolras whined weakly.

Grantaire heart was aching, desperately wanting to kiss it all better, “I know, love, I know. You can go to bed soon, I promise, but you need to get changed..”

Enjolras nodded finally, until he was taken over by an intense coughing fit that had him doubling over. His entire frame racked with the awfully chesty coughs, face scrunched in pain as he continued to cough. His muscles contracted as he did so, a wheezy breath ringing out as he inhaled and then fell back into the tortuous cycle.

Grantaire rubbed his back soothingly, frowning as he helped Enjolras to remove his wet clothing and donn the newer, soft ones. Enjolras picked up the sweater before his breath started to hitch and his red nose twitched, and he was being taken over by a monstrous sneeze sprayed all over the sweater.

Enjolras sniffled weakly, rubbing at his irritated nose, “Je suis desolée..”

Grantaire smiled warmly and leaned in to kiss Enjolras on the nose, “A tès souhaits.”

Enjolras’s breath caught again and he sneezed violently to the side, the force of the sneeze clearly taking a lot out of him. Just as his eyes began to open, his eyes began to water again and he exhaled deeply to prepare himself for his third sneeze, which was even more desperate and ticklish than the last one.

Grantaire frowned and lead Enjolras back to their bed, tucking him in. It was then when Grantaire noticed how much he was shaking.

“Je ne me sens pas bien,” Enjolras whimpered weakly. He sounded so miserable it broke Grantaire’s heart, and it pained him how horrible Enjolras was feeling.

“I know baby,” Grantaire choked out before whipping out his phone and dialling for Combeferre, watching Enjolras toss and turn in a restless, feverish sleep as he waited for Combeferre to pick up.

“'Taire?”

“Oh thank god, Ferre!” Grantaire exclaimed, but still trying to keep his volume down for his sick boyfriend’s sake.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Enjolras! He’s burning up so bad and hjs cough sounds awful and he’s sneezing and he’s speaking French for fucks sake Ferre my French isn’t the greatest and he’s so delirious and I’m so scared and I–”

“R, man, calm down. It’s okay. You’re okay. He’s okay. I promise you everything will be okay, deep breaths, alright? I’ll be there in about 15, just try and take his temperature and stay by his side, alright?” Combeferre reassured gently.

“O-okay,” Grantaire stuttered as he put down and reached for the thermometer inside one of their drawers, opting for the ear one and approaching Enjolras.

“Prenons ta temperature, oui?” Grantaire whispered shakily as he gently inserted the thermometer into Enjolras ear. He waited anxiously for the click and his heart dropped when he saw what it was. He just hoped Combeferre would be here soon.

“Oh, thank god you’re here!” Grantaire exclaimed with relief, his voice shaky from worry.

Combeferre shot him a sympathetic smile, “Awh, R..Here, give me a hug, you look worried sick..”

Grantaire nodded weakly and collapsed into the hug, letting out shaky inhales and exhales. Combeferre rubbed his back comfortingly and gave him a smile.

“Now where’s the little shit?”

“In the bedroom,” Grantaire giggled.

Combeferre shuffled over to their shared bedroom, and frowned upon the sight of his sick best friend.

“Awh, no..what’s his temp?”

“103 on the dot,” Grantaire frowned.

“Go get him a cold towel, okay?” Combeferre asked softly, to which Grantaire quickly obliged. Once he left Combeferre let out a heavy sigh and shifted to position himself closer to the sick boy. He hissed a little at the raging fever.

“Jesus, E..What have you done now?” Combeferre said exasperatedly, loosely playing with his blonde locks.

Suddenly Enjolras’s face contorted into a pre sneeze expression and he quickly turned his head to the side and released three monstrous and sickly sounding sneezes that left him breathless and chest heaving for air. He looked around blearily through watery eyes and jumped very slightly when he recognised him.

Combeferre offered him a sympathetic smile, “Tu as l'air malade, mon ami.”

Enjolras nodded weakly, pawing at his nose, “Oui, je ne me sens pas biens..”

His eyes suddenly watered with tears, highly emotional from the fever that flushed his face a deep pink colour. “Ou est Grantaire?” Enjolras whimpered.

Grantaire returned with the cold towel, eyes widening upon recognising that Enjolras was now awake. He quickly ran over to him and jumped onto the bed to cuddle Enjolras into his arms.

“Jesus, Enjolras..you scared me so much..god, I love you so so much,” Grantaire whispered lovingly, pressing soft little kisses against his smooth skin.

“Je suis desolée, je t'aime..” Enjolras said feverishly, melting into Grantaire’s embrace. He pushed away, begin to cough violently into the crook of his arm.

Combeferre gave them both a sweet smile, “Now, E, you don’t want Grantaire all sad and worried, do you? You have to get better soon for him, okay? We’ll help you. Restez au lit, hm? We love you very much.”

Enjolras nodded obediently, which was slightly worrying that he wasn’t being a stubborn prick, showing the fact he truly had a bad fever. But he would be okay. He had two loving people by his side.

He had a friend and a boyfriend who would catch his sneezes and bless him after he sneezed,  who would rub his back whenever he coughed, bring down his temperature and cuddled him until he felt a little better. They would be there.

And they were, and slowly he did get a little better.

Enjolras’s theory was proven right because Combeferre and Grantaire were there for him. The past few days they’d take of him, and it had been a past few days filled with constant back rubbing and blessings. Sometimes Courfeyrac and Marius would pop up with soup or ice cream or simply to crack a joke. He’d felt extremely miserable, but now he’d felt a little less miserable. He still felt a little sick, but well enough that he was eager to get back to work, but that was strictly prohibited.

Grantaire on the other hand had also been miserable. He could barely sleep worried out of his mind for Enjolras. It’s not like the guy hasn’t been sick before, in fact he got sick more often than the average percentage, but something about the delirious French and him completely not noticing the lashing rain had set him off. Grantaire had been beyond stressed, and the same way Enjolras got his illness to begin with, he had taken ill by his stress.

It wasn’t too bad, he’d feel a little fever coming on, and he did feel a little stuffy. And apparently Enjolras was slightly more observant than he was because it took no time for him to notice.

The exhaustion had been far too much for him. Grantaire could feel it in his bones, seeping into them and he needed to get away from everything me take a breather. He’d left a movie for Enjolras in their bedroom, leaving in the guise of doing some painting, but ended up falling asleep on the couch.

He’d woken up some time later to a hand lovingly combing through his hair, and the sound of sweet and melodic humming. Enjolras looked down and a soft smile spread across his lips, leaning down to press a kiss against his hair.

“Hey,” He whispered.

“Hi,” Grantaire whispered back fondly.

“You’ve been a little quiet today, sweets,” Enjolras said worriedly, sitting next to Grantaire on the couch.

“Wow, you’re speaking English again?” Grantaire teased playfully.

“Oh, shut up,” Enjolras giggled, “but seriously, what’s up?”

Grantaire didn’t even have time to respond before Enjolras’s eyes were widening, and hand rushing towards his forehead.

“Oh, fuck,” Enjolras sputtered nervously, his breathing picking up a little.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” Enjolras whimpered, a little teary, “How long? I didn’t even fucking notice you were so caught up trying to take care of me and now you’re sick and I did this to you I’m so so–”

“Enjolras!” Grantaire called out, forcing himself to sit up, cupping his lover’s trembling face in his hands.

“Stop it, it’s okay, I’m okay,” Grantaire rasped out, “There’s nothing to be worried about.”

Enjolras let out a series of shaky breaths and tried to regain his composure, nodding weakly, “P-please, a-at least let me t-take care of you.”

Grantaire offered him a loving smile, “Okay, you can start by handing me those tissues.”

Enjolras managed a little giggle and reached for the tissues situated on their coffee table, handing them over to his boyfriend, allowing him to pluck one out. Grantaire steepled the tissue over his face and blew his nose, the loud noise making the most unattractive sound he had ever heard.

Grantaire cringed at the wet, soggy sounding sound that sounded a mix of a trumpet horn and a deflating balloon and went slightly red at that. He drew away the tissue and caught sight of Enjolras’s face, who’s face was a deep pink, lips pressed together tightly. His shoulders started to shake slightly.

“What?” Grantaire asked, a little bit of a giggle punctuating his sentence.

Enjolras burst into laughter, a kind of harmonious and laughter that was so bright and crisp it sent a little shiver down Grantaire’s spine. He couldn’t help the wife smile that brushed over his face.

“Sorry! I don’t mean to laugh, it’s just–” Enjolras couldn’t help but fall back into his little laughing fit, his entire frame shaking as he continued to laugh. Grantaire thought it was a good look on him.

“What? This?” Grantaire chuckled, blowing his nose again which sent Enjolras into hysterics again. He spent a good minute in his hiccupy giggles, he looked so cute that Grantaire just wanted to devour him.

Enjolras could barely breathe, “Fuck! I can’t–hahaha-breathe!”

Enjolras started to laugh at this ridiculous situation, until his laughs began to become punctuated with little coughs.

“Okay now, lets calm down,” Grantaire giggled, cupping Enjolras’s face and nuzzling his nose with his boyfriends fondly. They sat there like that, gazing.

“God, you’re adorable,” Grantaire whispered in a husky whisper.

“You’re funny,” Enjolras giggled as he ran his hands through Grantaire’s dark curls lovingly.

Grantaire pushed Enjolras away to cough a few dry coughs into his sleeve, causing Enjolras to frown.

“Here, let me get you some medicine..” Enjolras started, pushing himself off of the couch and retreating into the kitchen.

Grantaire let out a fond chuckle, stretching out against the couch and letting out a quick sneeze. He yawned, feeling sick but content. He had a boyfriend who was adorable and loved him so much, and seeing Enjolras laugh was so revitalising and so fresh. It was a good day.

Enjolras came hopping back with a packet of pills and a glass of water, a bright and wide smile on his face.

“I’ve got you some medicine!” Enjolras grinned, before his face scrunched up and he burst into a harsh sneeze that toppled him over a little so some water splashed over the edge and spilled onto the ground.

“Oops,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire burst into laughter and opened up his arms, “For fuck’s sake, come over here and give me a hug you piece of shit!”

Enjolras couldn’t help the fond smile as he rushed over and settled the items onto the coffee table, then proceeded to jump into Grantaire’s arms and cuddled him. He pressed soft little kisses all over him, each filled with love.

“I love you,” Enjolras whispered lovingly.

“I love you,” Grantaire rasped out before snuggling against Enjolras’s side, as tiredness suddenly began to sink into his body. His warmth was so pleasant and sleep seemed to be calling for him.

“You’re going to be okay, 'Taire. I’ll take care of you. Get some rest, I’ll be right by your side,” Enjolras whispered fondly. Grantaire could only nod in response weakly, basking in his warmth.

Grantaire knew Enjolras pretty well.

He knew that sparkle in his blue eyes, like light on a sunny day, whenever he looked at something he loved. That gaze would often be for him, and it never ceased to amaze him. He knew that warmth against his body whenever he was cuddled.

He knew that kindness and love in Enjolras’s heart and as long as he was here Grantaire knew he was going to be alright.

[spideyxchelle]

Hey I don't know if you've ever done something like this or have been asked this or even if you really write fanfic but you should definitely write a spideychelle headcannon or fic based on wet dreamz by j Cole

a lot of you wanted some first time stuff. so here. also, I didn’t know this song, fam. so I looked it up and its WILD. the lyrics are insane. and, forewarning, this is a sensitive content headcanon. SO, you know, be prepared. 

by the end of junior year Peter is pretty sure he’s got a totally healthy crush on MJ (see: obsession) 

its not a stalkery obsession, okay? its more like since she found out that he’s Spider-man and become friends with him and Ned he notices everything about her and always wants her around and he starts looking forward to going to school because he knows she’ll be there and he even declines some upstate training weekends because MJ wants to go to BLM marches and he just wants to brush against her shoulder in a bustling crowd

its not weird. okay. its a little weird. but she’s woah. she’s probably the most brilliant, fascinating, wholly unique girl he’s ever met and she doesn’t need him but he really wants her to want him, you know? 

not want him biblically more like want him as in want to be with him but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t always want her to want him in the sex kind of way. he’s seventeen. sue him. 

the only time they ever talk about sex is when Ned excitedly tells MJ and Peter that he and Betty finally had sex. they’re all over watching movies on their weekly Sunday night movie night. and while Ned and Peter both freak out because AHH THAT IS GREAT NEWS…MJ remains quiet. they both ask her why she isn’t freaking out with them and she casually informs them that virginity is a social construct and you can’t lose anything. genitals are genitals before and after sex. 

and so, five weeks later, Peter is a little taken back when he gets a note from MJ in the middle of chemistry. its more like she chucks a crumpled up ball of paper against his head in lieu of passing him a note. 

after shooting her a confused look, he unfolds the note and nearly chokes. he shakes his head to make sure he read the note right and F U C K it says the same thing he thought it did. “you wanna have sex this weekend?”

he doesn’t know how to play it cool, how to play it chill because Peter, by design, is not cool. and MJ is. like probably the coolest person he’s ever met. 

he glances back at her and she’s jotting down her notes like she didn’t just proposition him in the middle of chemistry (the irony is not lost on him).  

he quickly scribbles down an answer (”have you ever had sex before”) and waits.

it comes five minutes later (”of course. you?”) and he tries not to be irritated by her answer because its her body and her choice but he’s suddenly jealous of this phantom guy he’s never met. and intimidated by her proposition because while he does wanna have sex with her (again, he’s a seventeen year old boy) he doesn’t want to be an inexperienced disappointment…

so instead of being upfront and honest with her…he lies (”yep. so this weekend?”)

and suddenly he’s making plans with MJ to have sex at her house this weekend and he has NO IDEA HOW THIS IS HIS LIFE ALL OF THE SUDDEN. he needs to talk to Aunt May!!!

NO WAIT HE CAN’T TALK TO AUNT MAY. scratch that. that is way too…weird? yea, weird. 

so he comes up with a plan that involves watching a lot of porn to learn what he’s supposed to do and he buys some condoms at a nearby convenience store. and tries to learn how to put one on himself like he’s a  pro. spoiler alert: he’s not. the rubber snaps against his dick twice and he cries both times. because that HURTS. ouch. by the third time he manages to not maim his penis.  and he feels pretty good, more like a superhero than he ever does as Spider-man. 

on Friday night he goes upstate to meet with Tony about his suit and while he’s hanging upside-down from the ceiling trying out some new tech a condom falls out of jean pocket. 

there is a profoundly awkwardly silence…..

Tony hands back the package as Peter’s feet hit the floor. his face is bright red and Tony asks slowly, almost like he hates himself for acknowledging it at all, “you’re being safe, I see. so that’s good” “Tony-” “I don’t really want to talk about it, kid. just safety is important, okay?” “yes sir”

more awkward silence. 

“who is it?” “Mr. Stark…” “that’s none of my business.” “thank you” “is it that MJ, girl?” “OKAY! I’m going to go.” “HAVE FUN AND BE SAFE PARKER!” 

and Peter wants to roll under a rock and never come out again. god. he hates his life. 

except his life is amazing because MJ wants to have sex with him….unless he’s terrible. O H GOD WHAT IF HE IS TERRIBLE AND SHE NEVER WANTS TO TALK TO HIM AGAIN?!? he could live his whole life without having sex with MJ (it would suck but he could do it) but he couldn’t spend his whole life not being friends with her. he needs her in a way he suspects she doesn’t need him. 

he goes to her house the day they planned to talk to her about how he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship….but he doesn’t really get to talk. he opens the door and MJ throws herself at him. and he does try (kind of, again he’s a seventeen year old boy) but each time he tries to talk MJ is kissing him and he basically short circuits. 

like he’s imagined kissing her before (too many times to count) and its nothing compared to the real thing. the real thing is so hot and makes him lightheaded and her skin is…wow. 

like its so soft. SO SOFT. he wants to know what moisturizer she uses. and he also wants to eat her out. its a weird thing happening in his brain right now. 

they fumble backwards into some wall and MJ is taller than him, that’s just the facts of life, but he’s strong and so he hoists her up around his waist to really take full advantage of making out. 

he’s pretty sure he’s making some very enthusiastic noises because fifteen minutes into making out MJ is smiling against his lips….and he KNOWS its because he’s amusing her. but he can’t bring himself to care because she’s grinding up against him and the only thought he can actually manage is her name - MJ MJ MJ MJ

it takes them another half hour to make it to her room because every time he tries to back them away from the wall MJ yanks him back against her. but once they are in her room MJ tears his shirt off and curses. he’s momentarily self conscious until she explains, “you’re crazy ripped, spider-boy.” “man,” he corrects her. “we’ll see,” she smirks. and then she’s kissing him again.

and he’s coherent enough to know that he’s in love with her. and probably has been for months. but y i k e s. she’s got him so fucked up. 

the rest of their clothes go relatively fast after that and he starts to think a little prayer that he won’t cum too quickly and that he won’t disappoint and that he won’t lose her friendship because he’s an inexperienced loser that is crazy in love with her.

he tears open the condom wrapper like he practiced and positions himself to enter her when she presses her hands against his chest and tells him to stop. HIS EYES GO BIG BECAUSE DID HE ALREADY MESS IT UP?! he didn’t even put it IN yet. 

and when his brain catches up to the moment he notices how nervous she looks. it doesn’t make any sense to him. and she whispers, “I know you’ve done this before…but….I haven’t, okay? so, you know, I can’t do anything fancy.” 

it throws his whole head off kilter because he hadn’t anticipated this. he’d spent the better part of a week hating a guy he’d never met that she’d had sex with before. but now….now….well this changes everything. 

he blinks, “you wanna lose your virginity to me?” its a dumb question because she rolls her eyes and says, “not losing anything. virginity is a social construct. but i want to have sex for the first time with you. yes.” 

“why?”

“i thought that part was obvious…?” and its not because MJ keeps talking slow like he’s a moron, “I like you, doofus.” 

she kisses him for good measure like she’s reassuring him that she does, in fact, like him. and everything that was frantic and desperate before is now slower. between kisses he admits he’s never had sex before either and she looks delighted. which is a weird reaction to his inexperience but he supposes he’s a little glad that she’s never had sex with anyone before him, too. 

when he finally does join their bodies together, MJ hisses like its a bit of a new and unusual stretch. he watches her face carefully and TRIES HIS HARDEST (again, its hard at seventeen) to not move. she brushes her mouth against his for what feels like her own benefit. he indulges all of the kisses she seems to want. 

and when she’s ready he moves inside her slow. its effortful, the slow pace he’s going, but he manages the best he can. it helps that they’re kissing. because he can focus on that and not how much he wants to just thrust into her body because it all feels so good. 

he doesn’t last long, he supposes that was inevitable, but MJ doesn’t seem to mind. she’s grips his back and tells him its okay. and he cums. 

when he done, he collapses on her and she makes an oof noise. but when he tries to climb off of her she pulls him back down and fits his face in her neck. she strokes his hair and he relaxes. this feeling is better than anything they just did. this, the two of them just breathing together. this is what he wanted more than the sex (tho, he wants more of the sex, too). 

they stay like that for five minutes and then Peter hoists himself up on his elbows and kisses her nose. she rolls her eyes at him but is smiling. “i’m sorry i hurt you,” he whispers. “it was a weird stretch but you didn’t hurt me, Parker. get off your high horse.” 

he laughs and spends the rest of the afternoon trying to make her feel as good as she made him feel. by, you know, going down on her. and he’s not GOOD at it per say but what he lacks in experience he makes up for with enthusiasm. and with MJ’s guidance they work it out together. 

the next day at school Peter and MJ keep shooting each other looks. and Ned notices. and he almost doesn’t want to ask but……….he gives in, “what?” “nothing” they both say. and he nearly drops it but at lunch MJ gets some foam from her coffee on her upper lip and Peter leans over to kiss it away. 

AND ALL HELL BREAKS LOSE BECAUSE WTF YOU GUYS??!??! WHEN THE- WHAT THE- EXPLAIN!!! 

[of-suns-and-guns]

7, 27, 37, 42

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true love’s kiss & silver linings

– – –

Alex waits until they’re back in the car and already heading out of the mall parking lot before she finally speaks up.

“Have you kissed a girl?” Alex asks with as much nonchalance as she can muster, given the mayhem currently ravaging her mind.

Kara’s head whips up from her phone and Alex can only imagine what kind of expression Kara’s drilling into the side of her head, but her eyes stay resolutely on the road ahead.

“Random. Why?” Kara draws out, both suspicious and wary in that one tone.

Alex gnaws on her lip and checks her mirrors as she shifts lanes, stalling while she tries to figure out what her position should be in this conversation.

“Just…curious, I guess. I mean, you never mentioned anything, so I assumed, b-but you and your friends could've…” Alex shakes her head. Getting off topic, Alexandra. “Jen hinted that she’s gonna try to get a game of spin-the-bottle going at the next post-game party.” Alex shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I was just wondering if it was a subject you knew anything about.”

“You were…wondering if I knew anything about kissing girls?” Kara clarifies.

“Yup,” Alex says with too much pop and grimaces to herself as she navigates the car toward the turnpike.

“Isn’t…I thought Jen was bi. Why don’t you ask her?”

There’s a text message in Alex’s phone at that very moment that comprises the entire reason she can’t ask Jen.

Hope to see u there, Danvers ;)

“It-it doesn’t matter.” Alex forces a smile, swallowing back the nerves that flutter up her throat. “So how are things with Will going?”

“Alex,” Kara starts in that understanding, supportive-sister tone. “If you’re not comfortable playing a game like that, I doubt Jen, or anyone else on your team, would judge you for backing out. You’re not obligated to play it, if you don’t want to.”

Her shoulders slump with a sigh, her head tipping back against the headrest as they coast down the highway. “No, it’s not…it’s not that. That's—” the opposite of what I want, “—not my issue with it.”

“Then…what is the issue?”

Her fingers tighten around the steering wheel, fairly certain there’s no way to actually say this without coming off as some insecure weirdo.

“I don't—” She cuts herself off with a hard, frustrated breath. “It’s just, girls are supposed to be better kissers, right?”

She catches Kara’s shrug out of the corner of her eye.

“Well, that’s what everyone thinks, so it’s what everyone expects,” Alex tells her, glancing briefly at Kara’s furrowed brow. “So I’m just. I dunno, what if I’m…not. Better. Or good, or whatever. I dunno, what if I’m only a good kisser by guys’ standards, but I don’t, like, live up to a girl’s standard, y'know?”

“Wait.” Kara holds up her hand and shakes her head. “You’re worried you’re not a good enough kisser?”

She says it like that’s ridiculous. Like she doesn’t actually understand what Alex is saying. Like there’s no way Alex can be anything other than entirely self-assured about her sexual prowess, despite the fact that Alex has never been particularly open about those things, especially with Kara, so really, where does Kara come off being all incredulous, like she knows.

“Yeah, well, it’s not like I’ve got a lot of empirical data to go on here,” Alex throws back hotly, teeth clenched as she jerks the car toward the off-ramp just a little rougher than necessary. “For all I know, I could be an irreparably terrible kisser, and all the guys I’ve been with have just been too clueless to key me in—”

“Alex, that’s not—”

“But then come Friday, I’ll finally get the chance to kiss her, and she’ll wonder what the hell she was thinking, ‘cause, turns out, I’m just so god-awful at it, and then every freaking girl in school will know—”

“Al—”

“Guys are just so much fuckin’ easier, you know? They really don’t give a fuck what I’m doing with my mouth as long as they’re reasonably sure it’s headed down to—”

“Alex!”

Kara’s sharp cry cuts through the heavy, rambling fog, and Alex chances a glance over, just in time to see her face twisted in disgust as she visually struggles to push away the open-ended mental image Alex had clearly put in her head.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, anger dulling as swiftly as it had come.

Kara nods and winds her fingers together in her lap. “Me too. That didn’t…I wasn’t thinking about how that sounded before I said it.” She breathes in to the count of three, then out to the count of five, sending Alex a soft, forgiving smile as she relaxes. “So. Okay. From the top. You’re worried girls will expect you to be a more dexterous kisser than you can confidently claim you are. Correct?”

Alex snorts, ease settling into her shoulders for the first time since Jen’s message had come through and she’s suddenly reminded of exactly why she prefers her sister’s company over just about everyone else on the planet.

“That is correct, High Judicator Zor-El,” Alex teases, shooting Kara a playful side-glance and earning herself a solid whack to the chest. “Abuse! I call abuse! I’m telling mom!”

“You’ll tell her what? That sweet, innocent Kara Danvers actually struck you?” Kara scoffs playfully. “Your case is entirely circumstantial. Won’t even see a day in court.” Kara’s eyes twinkle when she catches Alex’s at the next red light, drawing Alex in like a soft, safe glow. “Also, no changing the subject. We’re talking about you and kissing. Okay, so, three things—”

The car behind them lays on their horn when Alex fails to notice the light turn.

Alex grumbles something profane under her breath as she eases them down Main toward home.

“Right, so kissing girls,” Kara starts again. “One, you’re good at literally everything. I doubt kissing is a shortcoming of yours.”

“Playing soccer and understanding quantum theory are very different than whatever it takes to be a decent kisser.”

Kara shoots her a look that tells her, in no uncertain terms, to hush.

“Two, if Jen does have any complaints, then you can always blame it on inebriation.” And then Kara continues under her breath like Alex can’t hear, “Or her.”

Alex narrows her eyes at the odd bitterness that seems to have suddenly edged into Kara’s tone, where Jen is concerned, but swallows back the question as she pulls up their long driveway toward the carpark outside the garage, coming to a stop beside her mother’s blue Camry.

“And three?” Alex prompts, throwing the car in park and turning to Kara, eyebrows raised expectantly.

There’s a quarter-beat, just long enough for Kara wet her lips, before she’s swiftly closed the distance between them, her hand behind Alex’s neck dragging Alex’s mouth down to hers, Alex’s startled cry getting lost in Kara’s lips, and then Alex’s mind sparks to blinding white.

Soft. Her lips are soft. Silky smooth, and undemanding, moving gently into and against Alex’s, like she’s only interested in teasing Alex into action.

Some part of her consciousness kicks into gear then, just enough to shakily return the kiss Kara’s asking from her, and Kara hums against her lips in response, her thumb stroking Alex’s cheek.

The kiss draws out. Slow, unhurried, and Alex finds herself melting into it with every soft, reverent movement, until she’s the one parting her lips, deepening the kiss further, thrilling at the throaty little sound it pulls from her sister’s chest.

Kara’s fingers slip into her hair, and Alex ignores the pain in her ribs as she presses herself harder against the console in an attempt to get closer, her mouth moving against Kara’s in earnest, every inch of skin beginning to flush deliciously warm with something like unfulfilled addiction.

There’s an excitement blooming in her chest that she hasn’t felt since probably her first kiss with her first boyfriend when she was fifteen, but even that felt somehow blunted compared to this. This warm, sweet, heady mix of satin lips and a taste so obviously Kara, Alex is half-convinced this can’t be the first time she’s tasted her, already so familiar with her.

She doesn’t want it to end. Her body just wants to keep the contact forever. It feels too good to just stop.

But it does slow, easing to an end as Kara slips away from her.

They’re practically panting when it’s over, foreheads nearly touching, Kara’s fingers still stroking at the back of Alex’s neck, Alex’s hand softly cupping Kara’s forearm, and there’s a suspended moment of lassitude in the aftermath. Just a gentle glow that protects them inside their own little atmosphere for just a little while longer.

“Nine out of ten,” Kara murmurs into the air between their lips.

Alex hums, then her brain clicks onto the words. “Wait, nine out of ten?”

Kara gives a sheepish smile, her thumb brushing against the edge of Alex’s jaw in a wholly distracting way. “I didn’t think you’d believe me if I told you it was a full ten out of ten.”

Alex is still taking a long moment to process the meaning, still lagging somewhere in the kiss she’d very much like to recapture right about now.

But then it hits her like a bucket of frigid water; Jen, the party, one, two, three—

Oh. That was three. The kiss was three. The rating was three. Kara kissed her to give her an assessment of her kissing technique.

Ten out of ten.

Kara slips back into her seat, clearing her throat. “So, yeah, you have nothing to worry about, if you do end up deciding to kiss a girl at the party.”

Kara smiles, and Alex thinks maybe it looks a little strained, but she’d rather not consider why that might be.

Alex nods a bit too brusquely. “Yeah, thanks. That…does help,” she manages to force out.

Kara smiles again and squeezes her arm, before finally getting out of the still-running car, leaving Alex suspended in the aftermath, struggling to sort through everything that’s just happened.

Alex’s forehead hit the steering wheel with a satisfying thump. Then again, and again, and again, half-hoping it’ll erase the taste of Kara’s lips from her mouth.

At least now she knows she won’t disappoint Jen. That counts for something, right?

Even if Alex is reasonably certain Jen’s not going to live up to expectation after that.

She thinks she might be fucked.

– – –

fin

– – –

The prompt was: immortality, epiphany, true love’s kiss, and silver linings.

Technically, epiphany is also included in this, in a way, but I liked the title better as two words. And I really couldn’t figure out a good way to fit immortality into the others. It’s just such a big concept that it sometimes overtakes the others.

Anyway, sorry it’s taking me so long to get through these. I get stuck a lot.

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it!