#and ignore her choppy ass bangs

[ngelwaves]

Taanvi ✧ Genesis ✧ Kali

[astral-catastrophe]

It will never not be funny to me that the hairdresser I have wanted to do my hair for literal years now was the one my mom took my sister too because “well she is expensive but she will do good, the cheapy places always do okay with your hair” while ignoring the fact that I hated my last haircut before the one I have now (only reason I am good with my hair now bc my dad wasn’t in the room so he couldn’t force anything different so it’s choppy and short ) but long story short my sister noticed that her bangs are uneven and it feels so good to know that gods, even if you claim it’s not favoritism , karma bit you in the ass

[sugamamacustard]

Feral Animal

Pairing:  Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request:  Hi! I love your abo blog! I was wondering if you could write about Alpha!Kyotani with an Omega!Reader, where their first encounter catches everyone by surprise? Like, Reader has a traditionally alpha scent (like burning/smokey wood) and can usually get away with being mistaken as an alpha at first glance? It’s fine if you’re asks are full or you don’t want to do this but thanks for your time 😊 —Sno

Summary:  You just wanted to get the boys to practice on time. You weren’t prepared to deal with this.  Good thing you had a gaurdian angel- or should we say, dog. 

Author’s Note: I love Kyoutani so much. Like he’s in my top three people I simp for. 

Requests: Open!

Kentarou Kyoutani

➵ No one gathered in your way when walked down the hall. You smelt strong enough to put them on edge. 

➵ Peoples hackles were constantly raised when you were around, and truthfully, you didn’t know why. 

➵ You were still you. You were still an omega. 

➵ You still ached to reach out for touch, to scent someone, to just have the smallest bit of attention from anyone that wasn’t Iwaizumi.

➵  You and he had met when you were young, and he took to being your personal guardian—since he was a year older than you.

➵  You were thankful for him and his friendship, but that was all it would ever be. You both tried dating in your first year of middle school (Dating being a loose term), but it was obvious you were better off as friends. 

➵ You both still hung out constantly though, and eventually he grew to be an older brother to you.

➵  When you got to high school though, you quickly realized that with Iwaizumi came Oikawa. You had known him just as you had known Iwaizumi, but the other male seemed to keep his distance from you.

➵ It didn’t take a genius to figure out why he was keeping his distance with you. When you and Iwaizumi explained to him there was nothing between the two of you, nor would there ever be, he calmed down. 

➵ The fellow omega (Oikawa is an omega ass bottom change my mind. Unless it comes to requests. Then he’s an alpha for you :D) grew to be close with you as well and if one or the other was being idiotic you stepped in as the shoulder to cry on. 

➵ You were happy for them, truly, but you knew sooner or later you were going to be out of the picture.

➵  They were third years, and you were a second year. They had a relationship that ran deeper than any thing you could offer them.

➵ And that was okay.

➵ Facing the obvious, it’s clear that, because your best friends are those two dorks, you’re into volleyball. Or in the very least, know of it and how to play. Because of this, you’re elected manager.

➵  No more choice. 

➵ You don’t fawn over Oikawa constantly, you can handle Iwaizumi’s outbursts, you were calm with the first years, and you don’t put up with any fan girl’s bullshit. 

➵ You didn’t get the chance to refuse honestly.

➵ “I’m sorry, but unfortunately, Oikawa-Senpai is busy at the moment- “

➵ “Please, just- Let me see him! I won’t be long!” The Alpha pleaded, trying to appease to your sense of empathy. Unfortunately for her, that was dried up before the second girl even looked at you to ask the very same thing. 

➵ You were tired of girls, obviously not getting the hint, trying to confess their undying love to Oikawa every other day. How did they not see he was an Omega? 

➵ Yeah, he had suppressants out the wahzoo but, good golly, his mannerisms were all Omega.  

➵ Apparently this alpha though her and Oikawa would be the ultimate power couple.

➵ “Like I said before, he is busy. Any time you take up is time wasted.” You snorted, turning tail and shutting the gym door, ignoring the screech of anger behind it. You were used to it.

➵  Most times you locked them out, they’d throw a bitch-fit, turn and bad-mouth you to their friends for a few days. 

➵ They’d tease you for your scent—which was a, frankly lovely, pinewood and amber scent—and poke fun at you, saying how ‘you’ll never get an alpha smelling stronger than them” with a sneer. You’ve learned to ignore those types of girls.

➵ What you didn’t expect however, was for her to scream some more, banging on the metal door.

➵  It was ripped open in your moment of shock, making you turn on your heel to face her. 

➵ Her hair, though still relatively upkept, was frizzy with fly-a way’s running out occasionally, but her eyes were what scared you. 

➵ They were constricted to ball point bulbs that were locked onto you, fangs poking out as she snarled at you.

➵ Of course. Because why wouldn’t a feral Alpha be part of your day today?

➵ You growled yourself, trying to reign in your scent but it was getting harder and harder as she stalked closer.

➵ No one else was in the gym, as they were changing in the club room, but you figured you could handle her.

➵ You hoped at least.

➵ She tried pouncing on you, your arms quickly crossing in front of your face to shield yourself, but instead of an angry alpha trying to claw your eyes out, you merely got a gust of wind.

➵   Peeking open an eye—you couldn’t recall closing them, but whatever—you frowned at the face staring back at you.

➵  You hadn’t talked to him, personally, but you knew who he was. Kentarou Kyoutani. 

➵ He was incredibly strong, a worthy advisory, and worst of all…

➵ A ticking time-bomb of an alpha.

➵ He had the resting bitch face to end all resting bitch faces, and the attitude to go with it. He had only said one word to you ever and it was ‘move’. His voice was gruff and angry when he said it, but his eyes softened when you looked up at him. 

➵ He waited patiently for you to gather your things before moving. That was the first, and what you thought, last time you’d ever see the alpha. He entranced you though, so you wouldn’t ever necessarily be opposed to seeing him again. 

➵ Just maybe not in this circumstance.

➵ Kyoutani held the alpha by the collar of her shirt, his lips poked up in a snarl with his canines gleaming dangerously in the sunlight

➵ . Contrary to popular belief, he’d only ever gone feral once in his life. His stepfather, an awful, awful, excuse for an alpha had raised a hand to his Mama.

➵  He refused to let anyone ever raise a hand to omega that day and stuck to his grits with it.

➵  Many people often feared him because of his careful eye and quick reflexes. 

➵ They claimed he was close to going feral because they never cared to admit they were planning on hurting someone. He didn’t care.

➵ At least he didn’t. When he saw you simply turn and close the gym door, he felt his heart skip a beat. 

➵ Maybe it was just the fact that you didn’t relent, or maybe it was the fact that you didn’t care or bend or submiss in the absolute slightest, or maybe it was the waft of the most calming scent he’s ever smelt before.

➵  He knew the other alpha’s scent, as she had practically reeked all over him while asking him for things Oikawa liked before he snapped on her, so this was all you. And he…liked it. 

➵ He hated scents that were too sweet or too ‘exciting’ in a way, but this? This was calming and euphoric all in one and he wanted to straight up bathe in it.  It smelt that good.

➵ He watched the alpha screech, stomping her foot—he could guess she was the very definition of daddy’s girl with her reaction to being told ‘no’—and before he could growl at her to leave, she was forcing open the door and snarling. 

➵ So, he dropped his bag and ran to make sure you were okay. His alpha pawing at him to hurry up. 

➵ He had felt the very same as they day he ran his stepfather out of his life, but this time…This time, he would be sure not to go feral. That would scare you and he couldn’t, wouldn’t risk that.

➵ When he got there, the alpha lunged and he had barely enough time to grab her. You looked shocked to see him, or maybe it was residue from when she broke into the gym, but you didn’t say anything.

➵  He took that as a good sign, turning tail and dragging her to where he dropped his bag. He grabbed it quickly, instead dropping her and rushing back to the gym.

➵  You closed the door behind him, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa quickly locking it. In the time, between Kyoutani dragging out the feral alpha you had the chance to text Iwaizumi, sending choppy and shaky, but succinct, messages to let him know what was going on.

➵  The rest of the team were on their way anyway, so they merely hurried their steps. When they turned to lock the door, you stopped them, crying for them to just wait for a minute.

➵ Kyoutani had run in seconds after your plea and the door was quickly shut. 

➵ Scents were going insane in the gym, but his was most discernible to you. He smelt scared.

➵  Before anyone had a chance to mention it though, he was turning to you and reaching for your face.

➵ you flinched but that didn’t stop him. His fingers were gentle, more so than you could expect from him, and he was so soft while turning your face to observe the damage. Iwaizumi tried to get close, but he was growled at as you were held to Kyoutani’s chest. 

➵  The team could only watch, flabbergasted, as you were hugged and scented by their mad dog. Even more so when you began laughing and purring, placing your hands around his neck.

➵  You whispered something (They were ‘Thank you’ and appreciation whispers) into his ear, making his shoulders visibly relax. No one could really understand what had happened, but they weren’t sure if they wanted to question it just yet.

➵ Well, most of team didn’t at least.

➵ “Aw, Mad dog-Chan! How do you know our little Chibi-chan?” Oikawa laughed, leaning off Iwaizumi as he spun a volleyball on his pointer finger.  

➵ Kyoutani grunted, abruptly pulling away, only to growl and pull you back when his alpha snarled. “Don’t.”

➵ “Wait- wait, wait. Hold on.” Hanamaki snorted, holding his hands up. “So you, Mad dog, most vicious alpha this side of the equator, just decided fuck it, and chose to not only save an omega you’ve never met, but then hog her? I don’t know, Mattsun, seems kind of sus to me.”

➵ “Very sus.” Matsukawa agreed, snickering. He yelped however, when Kyoutani turned to snarl at him, only for you to hold him back. Matsukawa had never felt more scared for his life in that very moment, and he owed you a whole ass chapel.

➵ It stayed like that for the rest of the practice, with you calming Kyoutani down ever time he needed a ‘time out’ and over time he got much better at controlling his anger.

➵ No one was surprised when you walked in two weeks later, a small, thin leather choker clipped on around your neck with a hand-made moon charm hanging from it.

[bgyulix]

— just another edgy teen rom com

-> pairing: min yoongi x reader

-> genre: bad boy!au, high school!au, slightly inspired by the end of the f***ing world

-> tags/warnings: domestic abuse, child abuse, underage drinking, implications of drug use, also they smoke some weed but only a little, smut in future chapters, suicidal thoughts, despite all these its rather soft and yoongi is whipped

-> word count: 2,896

-> summary: min yoongi is typically someone you’d avoid, and definitely not someone you’d want to run away from home with. OR: having an existential crisis together on a bus stop bench in the middle of the night was not exactly the meet-cute you’d always dreamed of.

-> a/n: here it is!! i hope you guys like it, and if you want to be on the tag list just ask! im thinking there’ll be three parts, but there might end up being four, we’ll see lmao

-> chapter: 1 | 2 | 3

You’d been hit one too many times that night. It was inevitable that it would happen eventually; that a perfectly angled slap or shove against the wall would knock something loose, and you’d end up lying on a bus stop bench like a homeless person letting your wounds fester in traffic fumes.

The cold metal of the dirty bench bit into your thighs and the part of your shoulders where your jacket had ridden down. It registered somewhere in the back of your mind that you could just adjust your jacket and maybe shimmy your shorts down a bit, but you ignored it. You were perfectly happy lying here freezing to death.

Somebody had stuck some gum in the corner of the roof. Maybe you should take it and chew it and get a disease or something. That might be interesting.

Two buses came and went. The night grew longer, and colder. Less and less cars went past. Your shitty little neighbourhood had never been the busiest, and eventually the streets fell quiet and empty, with only the sounds of traffic in the distance and a moth buzzing around a streetlight to keep you company.

The pain of the cut on your lip and your black eye dulled down to a steady throb. It almost felt separate from you, the part of you that cared and the part of you that didn’t two different people arguing with each other while you listened in.

You heard footsteps, trudging up the street through sludgy puddles. They reached the bus stop and hesitated, like everybody else had when they saw your depressed beat up ass suntanning in the dinky fluorescent light. The part of you that didn’t care won out yet again and you didn’t even bother to look up.

They came and sat at the other end of the bench, by your head. You could see a tuft of shaggy bleach blonde hair in your peripheral vision. They shifted and grunted, their voice surprisingly deep. A sigh, and then they simply sat next to you in silence, and you absently wondered if they were waiting for a bus, or if they were going to mug you, or if they were having as bad of a day as you were.

“Rough night?”

You finally managed to move, arching your neck and looking at them upside down. It was a guy, maybe your age, with a nasty scrape on his cheekbone, in a camo jacket smirking around a split lip. He looked vaguely familiar, like you’d seen him around before.

Stranger danger! the little voice in your head that was still sane yelled at you. You ignored it.

“Yep,” you said.

“Yeah,” the guy muttered, “me too.”

He thumbed at his lip. It was bleeding a little.

“What happened to your face?” he asked.

“I got punched, I guess. What happened to yours?”

He snorted. “I got punched, I guess.”

“Welcome to the club, then.”

You settled back down, staring at the roof again. Your butt hurt.

“So, what brings you to my bus stop?” he said, his voice smug. You prickled at his tone.

“Your bus stop? This is my bus stop.”

“Nope, sorry. Definitely mine.”

“I was here first!”

“I’ve been having mental breakdowns here long before you have, sweetheart.”

You scoffed, sitting up to glare at him, your cold, tired bones groaning in protest. You noticed now the bruises on his knuckles, and the dirt stains - or what you hoped were dirt stains - on his shirt. His eyes were dark and catlike, watching you intently with something like amusement.

“I am not…” you grumbled, feeling suddenly pinned down by his gaze, “I am not having a mental breakdown.”

He quirked a brow.

“You’re lying in a bus stop in the middle of the night.”

“And you’re sitting in a bus stop in the middle of the night. You can’t talk.”

He chuckled, pointing at you. “Touché.”

A car went past. You sat side by side, hyper aware of his presence and the way his choppy blond bangs fell across his face and the way he was twisting the ring on his finger in his lap.

“You come here often then?” you said, casually.

“Occasionally,” he replied, casually. Just like you were talking about the weather. “Yourself?”

“Nah. I was just walking past, thought I might go somewhere.”

“But… you didn’t?”

“Don’t have the guts, I guess.”

“I get it,” he rasped, nodding sagely, “I always come here thinking I’ll get on the bus, and then I don’t.”

He pursed his lips, looking away from your face and to the road, glistening with dew and oil slick and hazy streetlights.

“Where would you go?” you murmured.

He shrugged.

“Haven’t really thought about it. Just…” he trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the street. “Away.”

Away. The dream of away was a fantasy, had always been a fantasy. One you consistently came back to after every fight, every hit, every curse. You rub at your eye, wincing when it stung. You wonder who hit him.

“Yeah,” you said. “Away.”

He sniffed, scratched his nose. Suddenly he shifted, straightening his back and his shoulders and puffing out his chest a little, any hint of vulnerability gone and replaced with smug cockiness.

“So you gonna tell me your name?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes at his obvious display.

“___,” you told him.

“Yoongi.”

Your eyes widened. So that’s how you recognised him. “Like Min Yoongi? The drug dealer?”

He scoffed. “I am not a drug dealer.”

You raised your brow the same way he had at you.

“I am not a drug dealer… during school hours,” he clarified. You snorted.

“Anyway, how would you know unless you’ve bought off me, huh?”

“We go to the same school. You’re a consistent source of locker room gossip. Everyone's scared of you.”

Min Yoongi rode a motorcycle and smoked under the bleachers and once told a teacher to fuck off. Min Yoongi could set you up with anything if you were willing to pay. Min Yoongi ran with gangs. Min Yoongi had fucked his way through practically the entire school. You either hated him, wanted him, or were scared of him. The rumours and chatter surrounding him was endless, and he did nothing to discourage it, getting into fights and into detention, showing up to every house party with arms full of weed and leaving one too many hickies on a girl’s neck.

And here he was in front of you, staring at his boots and shaking his head almost bashfully, you dare say.

“You don’t look so scared,” he huffed. You shrugged.

“I’m having a bad day.”

“Yeah, no shit. You look terrible.”

“Hey!” you cried indignantly, “speak for yourself, asshole!”

He laughed then, a deep, carefree rumble from deep in his chest. Your lips rose on their own accord, and you had to fight to keep the smile down.

He didn’t seem so scary. Apart from the blood, of course.

“You wanna get a milkshake?” he asked abruptly.

“A milkshake?”

“Yeah. I know a place that stays open late, not far from here.”

“Oh. Uh… yeah, okay. Yeah, that sounds nice.”

The place he led you to was a small, rundown building next to a service station, trash littering the footpath out in front, with a guy leaning against the wall puking on his shoes.

JO’S DINER, screamed the flickering neon sign. OPEN LATE!

You screwed up your nose and hesitated, eyeing the guy warily.

“That’s just Heegun,” Yoongi said, nudging you, “‘sup, Heegun!”

Heegun raised a hand, before he doubled over and continued to hack his guts up.

Yoongi barrelled through the door, gesturing for you to follow. You hurried in after him, giving Heegun a wide berth.

The inside of the diner was vintage 50’s style, with a checkered floor and red vinyl chairs, and records and pictures of old cars hanging on the walls. It smelt of motor oil and fries, and scratchy music was playing through the speakers. One of the lightbulbs above the counter was out, leaving a weird dark spot, and there was a puddle of… something collecting in a spot where the floor dipped. The waitress at the counter was chewing gum and scrolling through her phone, her classic white apron covered in grease stains.

“Jisoo,” Yoongi drawled, sidling up to the counter. Jisoo, an older woman with extremely thin, overdrawn eyebrows, sighed heavily.

“Oh, it’s you,” she said. She had lipstick on her teeth.

“It’s me! How’s it going?”

Jisoo raised one of her fake eyebrows, very, very slowly.

“You two look like shit.”

“Yes, we know. Thank you. Could we get two milkshakes, if you please? ___, what flavour you want?”

You started. “Oh, uh, just chocolate.”

“Two chocolate milkshakes. And a large curly fries, I’m fucking hungry.”

Jisoo marked it down on a little notepad, and somehow even made that sarcastic.

“Sir, yes sir,” she grumbled, and pulled out her gum and stuck it behind her ear, “take a seat.”

Yoongi sat you down in a little booth by the window and slid in opposite you. The table was covered in crumbs and the vinyl stuck to your bare legs.

“You‘re a regular?” you asked.

“Well, they know me by name,” Yoongi replied. He leant back and rested his arm up on the top of his seat, a dark blot against the garishly bright diner, somehow more intimidating in decent lighting than he had been in the dark. It finally hit you; you were in a shitty restaurant with Min Yoongi. You were having milkshakes and curly fries with Min Yoongi.

Why not, you supposed, it’s not like your life wasn’t already a disaster. You put your elbows on the table, the crumbs digging into your skin. You didn’t have the energy to be disgusted.

“So…” you began, and then came up blank.

“So…?” Yoongi urged.

“Uh… how much were the milkshakes? Because I have like…” you fished around in your pocket, “two dollars. And five cents.”

He chuckled again, rich and gruff, and you swear you felt it in your bones.

“Relax, it’s on me. Like you said, you’re having a bad day.”

“And you’re not?”

He shrugged. “Eh. I’m used to it.”

“That’s not a good thing,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. He smirked.

“That’s life, doll.”

Life, indeed.

“So…” you said again.

“So…?” Yoongi urged, again.

“Is this what you do for fun? Come to…” you lowered your voice, just so Jisoo wouldn’t hear, “come to shitty diners in the middle of the night?”

He seemed amused, his smirk growing a little wider and his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Yeah. This is all I do. Just this, nothing else,” he teased.

“Well, what do you do then? Other than this. And drugs.”

He leaned forwards conspiratorially and cupped his hand around his mouth, like he was about to deliver a secret, and you found yourself leaning into him.

He opened his mouth and whispered, “sell drugs.”

You scoffed and sat back, brushing the crumbs off your elbow.

“Right, of course. Typical.”

Jisoo appeared, a cigarette hanging from her lips, balancing a tray with two milkshakes and a basket of curly fries on her hip. She brought it down on the table hard enough to make both milkshakes spill over the sides of the glass.

“There, you little shits,” she grated, her voice like sandpaper.

“Thanks, Jisoo,” said Yoongi, going straight for the fries. “Heegun’s throwing up out the front again, by the way.”

“WHAT?” Jisoo roared. You flinched. She stormed across the diner, her thunderous footsteps making the table rattle, and swung the door open with so much force it was a miracle it didn’t come flying off its hinges. “FOR FUCK’S SAKE, HEEGUN, YOU DICK, THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK!”

Yoongi chuckled at your shell shocked expression. “She’s a real piece of work, huh?”

You nodded mutely, and hid the way your hands shook by grasping your milkshake and bringing the straw to your lips. It was pretty good, all things considered.

The second the food hit your stomach, it rumbled audibly, and your head went light and frantic. You reached for the curly fries and shovelled the greasy things into your mouth like a starved man.

“When was the last time you ate?” Yoongi asked, eyeing you cautiously. You shrugged, which was a lie. You knew exactly when the last time you ate was; last night at 10:24 pm, sitting across from your father, listening to him rant about how much he hated his job. People yelling at mealtimes seemed to be a trend.

You both ate in silence for a moment, the sounds of Jisoo shooing Heegun away and an overhyped pop song in the background.

“We go to the same school, then?” Yoongi said, with a mouthful of food. You wrinkled your nose at him.

“We do. Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s gross.”

He snorted. “Yes, ma’am.”

You elected to ignore him. “We have literature together.”

“Literature, huh? I’ve never noticed you before.”

“I try not to be noticed.”

“You some kind of social recluse or something?” said Yoongi, raising a brow.

“No, I just don’t like making a scene, unlike some people,” you told him. “Beside, I sit up the back, and Mr. Ahn makes you sit up the front, so.”

“Huh,” he hummed, tapping his ring against his glass. Jisoo came back inside muttering under her breath, huffing cigarette smoke everywhere. “It seems like you know plenty about me, but I know nothing about you.”

“Not much to know. I’m not nearly as interesting as you.”

“Oh, you think I’m interesting?” he drawled, smirking.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, you’re always up to something.”

“What are you up to?” he asked, jabbing a finger at you.

“Me? Not much.”

“Aw, c’mon. You got no friends, no hobbies? Nothing?”

He was watching you in that peculiar way again, like you’d just said something funny but he couldn’t quite understand the joke. He looked… interested.

“Why do you care?” you demanded, narrowing your eyes.

Yoongi put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Pardon me if I wanna know a bit more about the random chic I found at my bus stop,” he exclaimed indignantly, gazing dangerously at you from under his bangs. You faltered and your cheeks heated, and he gave an amused little huff.

“Um… well…” you stammered, and sipped your milkshake to compose yourself. “I, uh… I like music.”

“Music, huh? What kind?”

“Uh… any kind, if it’s good.”

“You’re really not giving me much to work with here.”

“I’m… I’m in a choir?” you offered.

“Oh, you’re a choir girl,” Yoongi said, “that’s cute.”

You scoffed. “Cute? Excuse me, that shit is hard. Do you know how to tone deaf 70-year-old people are? Extremely. Painfully. And they pinch your cheeks after they subject you to their dying cat noises! Choir takes a lot of effort, thank you!”

Yoongi laughed and grinned, so boyishly that for a moment he almost looked like a different person.

“I’m more into rap myself.”

“You rap?”

“Maybe.”

“Are you any good?”

“Well, that’s - that depends.”

You snorted.

“Huh. I didn’t know you rapped,” you said.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Yoongi told you, and wiggled his eyebrows at you. You choked on a fry with laughter.

“Ooh, mysterious. Let me guess, let me guess - you’re addicted to anime. No, no! You cry at cat videos.”

“I do not,” Yoongi grumbled, “I have not once - not once - cried at a cat video.”

“Bullshit, you have too. I can see it in your eyes.”

Jisoo, from her place back at the counter, coughed loudly and pointedly in your direction, and you realised you’d been raising your voice. You lowered yourself back into your seat sheepishly.

Yoongi was still smiling, shaking his head in amusement. He was handsome, you thought. You’d never quite understood why girls threw themselves at him despite knowing the extent of his shady business practices, but you understood now; his mouth was soft and his jaw was sharp and his aura, while commandeering and a little intimidating, was relaxed and calm and familiar. You were having the strangest urge to reach over the table and brush his hair from his face, or maybe tap his nose.

He was… oh, he was cute.

He was smirking at you again. You were staring. Fuck. You looked down at your milkshake.

“You’re cute,” he said, and the milkshake went down the wrong way.

“What?” you spluttered uselessly.

“You’re cute. I can’t believe we’ve never met before.”

“Well…” you began, pausing to collect yourself, “...we have now.”

He grinned. You grinned back.

Yoongi walked you back to the bus stop, and when he asked you if you wanted him to walk you home, too, you refused.

“You homeless?”

“Just for tonight.”

He didn’t push.

When the sun rose, and you finally slunk back home like a dog with its tail between its legs, your father rushed forwards and drew you into his arms and cried apologies into your shoulder, like he always did.

I’m so sorry, ___. I didn’t mean it. It’ll never happen again, I promise.

He even bought you pizza for dinner - but then he got drunk, and then he did it again. Like he always did.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

In Dreams

Warnings: non(dub)con sex, somniphilia, hint of cock warming.

This is dark(ish)!Bucky Barnes and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Bucky comes home.

Note: Short but not sweet. I’ve chosen to neglect my original work because I suck and it’s just not working out like I want it to so I’m taking a breather for the day. That being said, I hope you like this.

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She was on the couch. As she was every time he came home. A whole two weeks away and he found her just the same. She couldn’t sleep in the bed without him, that’s what she said. It was sweet and even a little sad.

Bucky closed the door, sure not to let it bang clumsily against the frame. He slid the chain into place as he moved quietly around the apartment. The small throw was tangled between her legs, her ass peeked out from beneath the long tee. Her back was to him as he watched the subtle rise and fall of her breath.

He hung his jacket on the rack and untied his grimy boots. He left them on the mat as he stood and neared the couch. She looked cozy, even if her face was buried against a square pillow. The curves of her body drew him in. Less sweet and innocent, more sensual and tempting. 

He pulled his tee over his head as he stopped beside the couch. He dropped the cotton to the floor and undid the fly of his jeans. A twitch. He was getting hard looking down at her. So unaware of his presence; his admiration; his sudden need.

He undressed and left his clothes in a pile on the carpet. He soft snore urged him on. He thought about stopping, about letting her sleep. It was a long two weeks. He missed her. Thought of her in that dark tower, his sniper in the window; his only friend. An old, resented ally. A part of him worse than the vibranium gifted him by his former keepers.

He was careful not to jostle her. He wasn’t sure why. If she woke, he was certain she’d easily acquiesce. The pic she’d sent him last night, the hem of tee against her thigh, hinting at what was just a few inches away, barely hidden by the grey cotton, suggested as much. 

He eased himself onto the cushion and pressed his naked body to hers. He ran his hand along her side and down her hip. He tugged at the throw three times before it loosened. It slipped from between her legs and he tossed it over his thigh to the floor. A soft whoosh and her breathing was the only sound left to keep pace with his heart.

He tickled her thigh. He thought of how she would squirm and squeal if she were awake, but she wasn’t. She slept still. Her leg twitched but nothing significant. Not enough to jolt her back to the world. He pushed up the tee and moved his hand between their bodies to cup her ass. His cock brushed against her. It sent a thrill through him. He squeezed, surprised that she still did not stir.

He snaked his hand along her hip and around her. He hovered just above her vee before tenuously touching her. He felt the soft hair, carefully trimmed. She looked forward to his return. He drew circles in the fine curls and inhaled the scent of her hair.

His hand drifted lower to the inside of her thigh. He pushed her legs apart and felt around. Her snores caught in her throat and he froze. Asleep. His heart hammered against his chest as he propped himself up on his metal elbow and watched his hand delve deeper as he explored her folds. She was wet in seconds. He paused and listened. Still...sleeping.

He should wake her. Stop and act like he’d just laid down beside her. Like he’d just got home and was tired. He was tired but he was also insatiable. He wanted her. More than the first night they’d been together. When he was shy and she guided him. Led his hesitant hand until he was not so afraid to hurt her. He would never.

He lifted her leg further and tilted his pelvis. His cock slipped between her thighs and grazed his wet fingers and her pussy. He groaned and touched his tip, pressed it between her lips. He felt her arousal. Her unconscious response to him. 

He held his breath as he moved his hips and used two fingers to spread her. He guided his cock between his index and middle finger. His tip was there, just a little more and he’d be inside. He looked at her. He face was no longer deep in the pillow, though she hugged it tightly. Her head was tilted back and her parted lips allowed her thick breath to escape in rasps. Almost like moans.

He slid inside of her and was surprised by his own loud gasp. She was tight and warm and she clung to him deliciously. He impaled her inch by inch and his voice got louder until it died in his throat. He was at his limit; physically, mentally. He never realized how much he needed her until he was away so long.

He turned his arm and shoved it under her. The vibranium pushed beneath her and he hugged her chest, his metal fingers kneaded her tit through the cotton. He gulped as he pulled back and thrust slowly. Once, twice, three times. He stopped and relished the feel of her around him. His body shook and he closed his eyes.

Her name floated from his lips. His hips rocked again as he pushed her pelvis back. It eased his thrusts and he didn’t stop this time. Couldn’t, really. He sensed a change; in her breath, in her body, in the arch of her spine, but he just didn’t care. 

He wanted her, he had her, and he was going to take every bit of her until she had every bit of him.

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You slept heavily. Late nights added up and you barely recalled falling asleep on the couch. Your head was hazy and you dreams were barely more than static. Choppy story lines, familiar and unfamiliar faces, vague and heightened emotions. Reality was a blur in the back of your mind. The curtains were firmly shut.

And then it became clear. The tickle in your stomach, no your thighs, wait, deeper. Right at your core. Subtle at first, but persistent. Intensifying until it was impossible to ignore. The buzz filled you and the goosebumps pricked. You heard your voice and another. Heavy breaths, more than just your own.

More. You were completely full. Filled to the brim with delight. With something so very familiar. A sensation you missed. A warmth you knew well. You welcomed it. It felt so real. This dream. It was as if he was really there with you. As if he was truly touching your body.

Your lashes fluttered and you gasped. The light blue cushion faced you as the couch rocked beneath you. You were awake but it still felt like a dream. You let go of the square pillow as the vibranium finger squeezed your tit. As the flesh met yours again and again.

You reached back and felt Bucky’s muscular thigh as he thrust into you over and over. You arched as you welcomed him. Too surprised to be repulsed. Your body combated your mind. The shock not enough to overpower the pleasure that flowed from him into you.

“Bucky…” You breathed and his hand moved.

He dragged his arm up between you and the couch and his vibranium fingers covered your mouth. His other hand released your hip and found your clit. You couldn’t pull away as he fucked you.

When you said his name again, it was trapped in his metal palm. His fingers tightened and he nuzzled against your neck. He shushed you as he carried on. His thick breaths were mixed with quiet grunts.

“I missed you,” He whispered and bent his head. His teeth grazed your shoulder and he bit down. You squeaked but it made no noise. You swallowed the sound and he sped up.

He leaned against you until you rolled onto you stomach. He went with you and his weight kept you pinned. He shushed you again and moved his metal hand. He played with your clit as he pulled one of your hands and then the other above your head. He brought them together as you let him guide you pliantly.

He’d never been like this. So determined, so...hungry. The sound of flesh grew louder as his fingers wrapped around your wrists and he squeezed. He pushed his elbow into the cushion as he kept your hands in his and he raised himself just a little. 

Harder. Harder. You could hear the force as much as you could feel it. The desperation, the impatience that had driven him to awaken you thus. He sank into you again and again. Your body bounced between him and the couch. Your breath dampened the cushion beneath you and you couldn’t help the thrill that began to trickle down your spine.

You tried to hold your breath, tried to resist the twisted pleasure. It only made it worse as the pressure gathered. The heat burst all at once and you whined into the couch. You crumbled beneath him and the waves crashed against the wall again and again until you disassembled entirely.

You closed your eyes. Was it a dream after all? Your body didn’t feel like yours. Because it wasn’t, it was his. He was claiming it. Claiming you. You were his. You’d always been but he was taking all of you.

He slipped his arm from around you and let go of your wrists. His fingers stretched across your hair as his head fell down beside yours. He jerked into you sharply as his motion wavered and he growled as he came. So carnal, so hot, so...slick.

Your eyes shot open. Still out of breath, you struggled to find your voice as he slowed and stopped entirely. He stayed inside of you as his sweaty body melded to yours.

“B-Bucky...did you...a condom…” You’d never been with him without one. Call you prim, call you prudish, you practiced safety. Iyhad barely been six months. Everything else moved fast, this didn’t need to.

“I wanted to feel you,” He didn’t move as he settled on top of you. “Can you feel me?”

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Chapter Two: Quirk Assessment

"A quirk assessment test?! What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?" Uraraka asked their homeroom teacher.

"If you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events. U.A.'s selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are. That's also how the teachers run their classes," Aizawa says. "You kids have been doing these since junior high, too, right? Physical fitness tests where you weren't allowed to use your Quirks." Aizawa pulled out his phone showing the list of assessment tests the class will be taking. "The country uses averages taken from results from students not using their Quirks. It's not rational. Bakugo, you finished at the top of the practical exam, right? In junior high, what was your best result for the softball throw?"

"67 meters," he says.

"Then, try doing it with your Quirk. You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle. Hurry up. Give it all you've got."

Bakugo stretched his limbs, his fixed scowl never leaving his face. Suddenly, he activates his Quirk. "DIE!" He yells, blasting the ball, his short choppy bangs blowing back from the force of his power.

"Know your own maximum first. That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero." Aizawa states, showing the score of Bakugo's throw: 705.2 meters to the class.

"700 meters? Seriously?"

"What's this? It looks fun!"

"We can use our Quirks as much as we want! As expected from the hero course!"

Everyone begins buzzing with excitement prepared to show off their Quirks. But Minori just watched, her eyes jumping from face to face of her class.

 "It looks fun," Aizawa says deadly, "you have three years to become a hero. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time? All right. Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion," Aizawa finishes smirking.

Minori wanted to laugh at his statement. If that were true, Nezu would've never had allowed her to enter the school in the first place. But she stays quiet and just watches as her class panics.

"Welcome to U.A.'s hero course!"

"Last place will be expelled? But it's the first day of school!" Uraraka squeaked, "No, even if it wasn't the first day of school, this is too unfair!"

Minori frowned at that. Her eyes stopped bouncing over her classmates and landed on the round face girl. The natural blush over Uraraka's cheeks formed into a bulls-eye, urged to throw a punch at the girl. What does she know about what's fair and what's not? What do any of them know about injustice?

"Natural disasters, big accidents, and selfish villains. Calamities whose time or place can't be predicted. Japan is covered with unfairness." The grin that was once on Aizawa's face was now long gone, and he looked thoughtfully at his class. At his last remark, Minori met Aizawa's eyes. The fierceness she saw in his small charcoal pupils made her avert her gaze and pull her lips downwards. "Heros are the ones who reverse those situations. If you wanted to go talk with your friends at Mickey D's after school, too bad. For the next three years, U.A. will do all it can to give you one hardship after another. Go beyond. Plus Ultra." He finishes, waving his pointer finger towards him, "overcome it with all you've got.

There were a total of eight tests Class 1-A participated in. First, the 50-meter dash. Minori was racing against a short boy with four large purple balls in something resembling a mohawk.

He was extremely jittery, standing next to her. Every now and then, Minori could see from her peripherals that he was staring as she stretched her legs. She turned to face the boy and arched her brow as if to ask what the fuck are you staring at.

He screeches, "you have a fat ass!" Almost foaming at the mouth like a rabid fox.

Dumbfounded, Minori stared at the boy. Her lips pulled back in a sneer, and she almost charged for the midget but was interrupted when Aizawa told them to ready their stances.

Declaring to let the kid go, for now, Minori put her hands on the ground as she positioned her left foot forward and right foot backward in a lunge stance.

"On your mark!"

She inhales a deep breath and closes her eyes, allowing the silence to envelop her. The only sound she focuses on is the voice of Aizawa.

"Get set..."

She exhales and raises her head to look forward towards the finish line. She can feel every single particle around her lighten as she begins to feel weightless.

"GO!"

Minori pushes off without a second of doubt, leaving small dust of clouds behind her. The ground beneath her feet feels lightweight as she moves, reaching the finish line in no time.

"3.00 seconds," Minori muttered to herself as she read her time. In Thanatos, no one was allowed to use their Quirks. If they had, it'd only end up in severe punishment, so having used her Quirk for the first time without hiding was something new to her. Dare to say, enjoyable?

"Huff huff huff." Minori heard the dragged steps from behind. She turned around to see purple balls still running to finish. As she glared menacingly at him she prepared herself to jump at him. "I'm going to kill him," she muttered before feeling a large hand atop of her head.

Looking up, she was faced with Aizawa. "Don't even think about," he said, "or you'll actually get expelled."

Minori grumbles, smacking his hand away before shooting one last look at the pervert before turning and walking away.

The other tests went by quickly: grip strength, standing long jump, and repeated side steps. Minori's grip strength wasn't anything special, and she passed the long jump as well as the side steps. Now was the fifth test: the ball throw.

Minori was the second to last person to go for the test. The green-haired boy was to go last.

Minori's knowledge of her Quirk wasn't the best, especially since she wasn't allowed to use it, but she had an idea. In Thanatos, she would practice her Quirk in secret, whether it was inside her cell at night or outside during their air time.

Grabbing the ball from Aizawa, Minori enters the circle. She furrows her brows as she closes her eyes and takes a breath. She knows if she wants the ball to get a worthwhile distance, she'll need to compress enough air around her as she lets go of the ball.

With a plan set in mind, Minori tosses the ball high enough in the air in front of her. In doing so, she draws confused remarks from her classmates: "she knows she's supposed to throw the ball away from her, right? Not toss it in front of her."

But Minori doesn't pay any mind to them as she quickly moves low to the ground and pushes off with her left foot. As the ball comes down, Minori rapidly twirls in her spot and lifts her right foot and kicks in a sharp slice motion without ever touching the ball. The brunt force of her actions garnered the perfect amount of energy she needed, and the ball disappears from their sight.

"705.1 meters," Aizawa simply states.

Silently Minori walks back towards her secluded spot away from the rest of the students.

"How the fuck did you do that?! You didn't even touch the shit!"

Minori didn't spare a glance at the student to know it was Bakugo. She ignores the hot head and looks up towards the fluffy white clouds slowly moving across the blue sky.

"Oi, I'm talking to you!" Bakugo snaps, but Minori continues to look towards the sky. "Stop acting like I'm not here!" he yells as his Quirk pops. "You tryna fight?!"

"Chill man," a student with blonde hair that has a black-lightning streak said.

"That's not how students of U.A. should treat one another, Bakugo!" Iida scolds.

"That's so unmanly to fight someone who is minding their business," a boy with spiky red hair comments.

She looked around at her classmates, her eyes landing on the glowering male. She groaned aloud. All she wanted was some peace and quiet, is this boy too stupid to get that? "You're annoying," she bit out, watching the male in front of her buzz in anger as he ground his teeth together.

"Fuck you call me, Casper?" he gritted his teeth, his fingers sparking as he readied to use his Quirk.

Minori squinted her eyes towards the seething male. She wasn't surprised by the nickname, it's probably one of the more creative nicknames she's gotten, as long as it wasn't Granny anything would be more creative. Once her Quirk activated at the age of four, her then, raven hair diminished and left her with hair white as snow. From a young age, she was always a victim from kids and adults alike bullying and teasing her over her appearance, and of course, her history.

    As Minori is about to respond to the angry blonde, Aizawa interrupts, stating the last student's score, which catches the attention of Bakugo.

"What the fuck Deku?!" Bakugo yells, and Minori watches as he charges towards the greenette male, letting out an exasperated sigh.

The rest of the tests went by swiftly, and soon enough, the results were in.

"Okay, I'll quickly tell you the results. The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It's a waste of time to explain verbally, so I'll show you the results all at once," Aizawa says.

When Minori glanced at the board, she saw that she placed in sixth.

"By the way," Aizawa interrupts, "I was lying about the expulsion. It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your quirks."

"What?!"

"Of course that was a lie," Minori muttered to herself, looking away from the scoreboard, and making eye contact with Bakugo once again. Of course, out of all students, she just had to make eye contact with the explosive maniac. The two, unfortunately, started off rocky, and she could feel the hatred coming out of him in waves.

"You got something to say, Casper?!" Bakugo barked out, but Minori simply looked at him coolly. She decided that from a young age, she'd need to stand up to those who viewed her as weak, and so she did.

"Baka," she stated, and the ash-blonde male appeared before her and fisted her shirt.

"Listen here, you!" her captor growled, bringing his face closer to her. With a distance that close, Minori was able to see each crease that his face made when he scowled like he did. His fiery crimson eyes seemed to spark even more with frustration than it had before. Their stare-off was interrupted, though, by a girl with a large ponytail.

"It should've been obvious if you just thought it through," she said.

At that comment, she turned to look back at Bakugo, as if to say told you so, he huffed and shoved Minori as he released her from his grip.

"With that, we're done here," Aizawa said, "there are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom, so when you get back, look over them."

A/N: Mineta slander! Mineta slander! Mineta slander!

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Chapter Five - Origins

The Echo in the Mirror

Words: 2,503

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Warnings: Alcohol mention, mentions of underage drinking (no-one gets drunk), Body mutation, panic attack, sex jokes

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If there was one thing the Dormir cousins were famous for, it was parties. So, it was no surprise that Remy’s Halloween party was one of the biggest events of the year. It was also very exclusive, you had to know the right people to get in. Any regular student would have dropped everything for a chance to go. Anyone except for Logan Hamilton, who had barely spoken to Roman or Virgil in days.

It was Wednesday, October 30th and the lunch bell had just rung. “You can’t keep ignoring me forever, Logan,” Virgil said. Logan only walked away, giving him a silent message. “That’s a very rude hand gesture!” he yelled.

Virgil sighed, falling against the wall as Logan walked away. He felt a hand on his shoulder and didn’t even bother to look up. He already knew there was a fifty percent chance of it being Roman (and the other fifty percent chance of it being Remy). “He’ll be back eventually,” Roman said. “We just need to talk to him.”

“I’m trying but he’s impossible to talk to when he’s angry. We’ve really fucked up.”

“Maybe we can get Patton to talk to him.”

Virgil laughed. “You think he’d listen to Patton?”

“What’s wrong with Patton?”

“Nothing,” Virgil said. “To us.”

“To us?”

“You’re pretty oblivious, Princey.”

“Oblivious,” Roman repeated. “Are you saying Logan has a crush on me and therefore won’t talk to Patton?”

Virgil pulled himself from the wall and took Roman’s hand as they walked down the hall. “First of all, you wish Logan had a crush on you. I think you’re just looking for an excuse to change your name to Roman Hamilton.”

“Imagine marrying Logan Hamilton. I could never,” Roman teased.

“Shut up you’re getting off-topic.”

“Weirdly defensive about marrying Logan,” he teased, bumping into Virgil’s side with a laugh. He felt pain in his hand as Virgil’s fists grew tighter. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Okay, okay I take it back.”

“Even if I did have a crush on Logan, he’s straight,” Virgil said. “And you’re getting off-topic. He’s not listening to me, he’s obviously not going to listen to you, and Patton isn’t even in the same room as the table.”

“And, again, what’s wrong with Patton and why am I oblivious?”

“Logan doesn’t exactly, uh, like Patton. And if you haven’t been able to notice that, you certainly have your head in the clouds.”

“I’m king of the clouds.”

“You’re not even a prince, Duke.”

“Touché.”

“I’ll send him a text,” Virgil said. “I just... hope he’ll respond.”

“You guys have been best friends since- what? Seventh grade?” Roman squeezed Virgil’s hand and leaned into him. “He’ll come around.”

Virgil leaned into the touch, both their heads pressed together as they turned a corner towards the school cafeteria. “This is worse than any fight we’ve ever had. I don’t know what to do.”

Roman stopped dead in his tracks. He took Virgil by the shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. (He still had to grow used to the fact that Virgil was now taller than him. The growth spurt he had hit during his sophomore year was still a surprise.) “Everything is going to be fine,” he said. “You know how I know it will be? Because if Hamilton thinks he can hurt my second best friend then I’m going to kick his ass with my new weird crazy powers.”

“And what powers are those?”

“I’ll figure it out, okay? Now, c’mon, either Logan is going to come back and we can sort out this spirit situation. Or- Or- we forget about Logan for one night and I show you and Patton how to have a good time.”

“But what about-“

“Shhh.” Roman placed a finger over Virgil’s lips. “It’s a Remy Dormir party. We’re going to get drunk off our asses and have a great time. Okay?”

“Okay.”

It was Thursday, October 31, nearly 7:00 O’clock at night. When Roman had arrived Remy was busy locking the last of the bedroom and office doors, any room that would give him a death sentence if it were trashed.

“I brought drinks,” he announced, holding two plastic bags in his hands. Patton and Emile exchanged a glance, staring at Roman with quirked eyebrows. “Relax.” He pulled a bottle out from the bag. “It’s Sprite.”

“Ro, I’m glad you’re here,” Remy said, sliding three stacks of paper plates across the counter. “I need you guys to open these.”

“Great to see you too, Rem.”

“The pleasure is all yours I’m sure. Hey, hand me that pumpkin, will ya? Thanks, babe.”

“I’m pretty sure you call me that more than your own boyfriend.”

“Everyone else is ‘Babe’,” Remy explained, “Emile is ‘baby.’”

Emile blushed, his face redder than his Steven Universe shirt. “Reeeeemmmyyyy.”

“Save that for the bedroom, baby,” Remy teased.

Roman shoved a finger in his mouth and gagged. “You two are disgusting.”

Remy raised an eyebrow and threw a tape dispenser at Roman’s head. “Oh, please, like you haven’t jerked it to m-“

“OKAY! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” he yelled, face bright red. He turned towards Patton and Emile. “Pro tip: Never fucking tell Remy about a crush.”

“I’d consider it a close matter,” he said, failing to hide a laugh. “Aww, c’mon it was years ago.”

“And yet, you’re still an asshole about it.”

“You act like you still have feelings.”

“You act like I won’t shake you off this damn ladder.”

“Ouch. Someone’s got a sore spot.”

“Ladder,” Roman warned. There was a knock on the door but it swung open before anyone could answer it.

“Sup, bitches! I brought beers!” Narcissa yelled. She wore all black with a leather jacket that could rival Remy’s own and a floppy witch hat that still had a price tag on the side. Her long black hair and choppy bangs framed her face nicely. She had a diamond stud in her nose and wore glittery purple eyeshadow.

“Eww.”

“Oh. Duke is here.”

“Ah. Draco can go fuck herself.”

The two stood silent, staring each other down for a total of five seconds before laughing and pulling each other into a hug. “Virgil pulled into the driveway a few seconds after me. He’ll be here in a few-“

“Sup, motherfuckers!”

“He’s here,” she deadpanned.

“Virgil! Virgil, look!” Roman said, smiling like a puppy. “It’s Narcissa.”

“Aww, it’s my chorus baby,” she cooed, ruffling Virgil’s hair. “We miss you.”

“Stop, stop, I spent an hour making this look perfect,” Virgil said. He was dressed head to toe in regal vampire gear with fake blood on his lips and chin.

“Lookin’ sharp, bloodsucker,” Roman complimented.

“Blood isn’t the only thing I suck,” he said with a wink. “Oh! Patton, you made it!”

“I did!” Patton said. “Any luck with, uh, you know who?”

Remy gasped as he jumped off the ladder. “Did someone take my title of You Know Who?!”

“That’s offensive to Lord Voldemort,” Narcissa said.

“Suck my dick, babe.”

“Only if you suck mine.”

“I haven’t had any luck,” Virgil said, taking a seat next to Patton. “I know he needs space, but I don’t know what to do. Our time is running out.”

“Emile,” Patton blurted out. “We could, uh, use Emile if Logan won’t agree.”

Virgil knitted his eyebrows together, glancing up and down at Patton as he wiggled in his seat. “You don’t sound too sure of yourself. Besides, replacing Logan would only make things worse.”

“You said yourself that we’re running out of time.”

“Patton, I-“

A voice escaped Patton’s throat, low and gravely, nothing like the young boy’s own. It said, “We only have tonight, Fear. What are you so afraid of?” Patton slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Your face is turning green.”

“Your arms are turning violet.”

“Princey,” Virgil called, “can we see you real quick?”

“Yeah, what’s- Oh fuck.”

“Oh fuck indeed,” Virgil growled. He grabbed Patton and Roman’s hands and pulled them into the bathroom.

It’s Thursday, October 31, nearly 7:45 at night when Logan finds himself pacing in his bedroom, his eyes going up and down trying to reread a text Virgil had sent hours ago. He couldn’t think of a response.

Logan, we need to talk.

I’m so sorry about what happened at Patton’s house and I’m worried that I'll never get to apologize enough. I know you and Roman don’t always get along, but he really does care about you. The two of us have been fighting trying to figure out what’s best for you but that’s a choice only you can make. We’ll be at Remy’s house tonight and I really hope I can see you there and properly make amends.

We found a way to summon the fourth spirit. His name is Knowledge and I can think of no one more deserving than you of that power. But above all, I want my best friend back. So, please, talk to me.

Logan practically had the message memorized by now. He paced back and forth watching time move forward as his battery drained. Should he stay angry at Virgil and Roman for trying to make this choice without him? Should he forgive them? Should he accept this power? “Feelings,” he mumbled, “the bane of my existence.

Then his phone rang. His texts disappeared as a picture of Roman in a prince costume from behind the scenes of his last play took their place. Why was Roman calling? His finger hovered over the answer button before he finally gave in and clicked it.

“You have three seconds to explai-“

“Logan! Logan, oh thank fairy godmother you answered! We need your help!”

“Is this some sort of trap?”

“No! No, seriously, Virgil and Patton are here with me! We- We don’t know what’s going on! Patton has like- like scales or something! And Virgil looks like he barely escaped the Wonka factory!”

“Roman, your eyes,” he could hear Patton saying. “They’re red.”

“Logan! Just, please, we’re at Remy’s house! Get here as fast as you ca-” The line went dead. The clocks around him slowed, time never fully halting. The room began to dim. 

“Roman?” Logan asked, frantically trying to call him back. Every attempt failed. His heart was pounding in his chest. He was having a panic attack but he didn’t even have the time to pull himself out of it. He ran for his bedroom door, trying to pull it open but the handle wouldn’t budge.

“You are not needed there. Not yet,” a voice spoke.

Logan’s eyes welled with tears as he frantically pulled at the door handle. “LET ME OUT!” he screamed. “ROMAN NEEDS ME! LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“No one can hear you now, Logan Zander Hamilton,” the voice said. “We have temporarily pulled apart from the known universe. There is no one outside that door. It’s only you and me. I suggest we have a little chat.”

Logan pressed his back against the door and fell to the ground, hugging his knees. “My- My friends,” he choked out. “They need me. They need me!”

“We need you, Logan Zander Hamilton,” he said, almost perfectly mimicking Virgil’s voice. Almost, yet too robotic. He wasn’t as caring and compassionate as Virgil always was. He appeared as a reflection in the mirror, a perfect doppelgänger to Logan but with something cold and robotic in his eyes. He looked like a man but he could not pass as human. “My friends and yours are now one.” He pressed his hand against the glass and walked through as easily as someone would walk through a wall of gelatin. And with that, the mirror seemed to bounce back as easily as gelatin without so much as a crack to prove that he had broken through. As he stepped closer, Logan could see how inhuman his eyes were. He was the cosmos hidden inside of a human shell. “Join me- Join us- and learn the secrets of your existence.”

“If- If I do this,” he asked, trying to wipe away the last of his tears, “will I be able to save my friends?”

“With the power of knowledge, you can save humankind.”

“They aren’t human, are they? Not anymore, at least. They’ve been... infected.”

“How observant of you.”

“I don’t need to save humankind,” he said, “I just need to save them.”

“Any panic or pain they are experiencing now is only at the cost of summoning me,” Knowledge said. “Whether aware or not, they have brought me to you. Neither I nor them will be at rest until I have a vessel.”

“For Virgil,” Logan said, “and for Roman. And Patton.” He stuck out his hand towards Knowledge. “I’ll do it.”

Knowledge took Logan’s hand. His human shell melted away and Logan found himself being blinded by the pure light in front of him. He expected to choke and cry in pain as Virgil and Roman had done. Instead, he found warmth traveling from his fingertips through his veins and arteries. He found warmth traveling through him in all directions. His head felt light and his chest felt full of the purest air.

Logan woke up from his bed. He slid on his glasses and looked at his reflection in his phone’s camera. His eyes held pools of stars. He was the cosmos inside of a human shell. He felt enlightened.

Logan put his phone in the pocket of his jeans, grabbed a jacket, and ran out of his house as fast as his legs would take him. When he got to Remy’s house his heart was pounding in the best possible way. He walked in, dodging students as he made his way towards the bathroom.

“LOGAN!” Virgil yelled, smiling brightly as the lights around them flickered with electricity.

“Maybe don’t destroy the lights here,” Logan teased. “You guys summoned a spirit. How the hell did you do that?”

“I, uh, think that was my fault,” Patton said meekly.

“It was Morality who started it,” Virgil corrected. “Not Patton.”

“Is there any difference?” Patton asked.

“Yes,” Logan said. “And no matter what, we must remember that there are differences between us and the spirits using us for personal gain.”

“Woah,” Roman whispered, leaning close to Logan. “Your eyes look wicked right now.”

“You accepted his powers,” Virgil said in disbelief. He smiled brightly, pulling Logan into a hug. “We’re superheroes!”

“We haven’t done anything heroic,” Logan said. “Being superhuman does not automatically make one a hero.”

“Be gay, fight crime,” Roman announced. Virgil shot him a look. “That’s going to be my motto. I’m copyrighting it as we speak.”

“You’re such a nerd,” Logan said with a laugh.

“That’s Logan’s way of saying ‘I love you.’”

“No, it’s just my way of calling you a nerd.”

There was an annoyed knock at the door. “Can you guys have your orgy somewhere else? You’ve been in there for nearly an hour,” Remy yelled.

The three of them laughed, their skin and faces slowly returning to normal. “Well, my friends,” Roman said. “Welcome to the rest of our lives.”

[myexgirlfriendisthemoon]

It Feels Better Biting Down — Ch. 1: First Impressions are Lasting Impressions

Set in a modern bending AU, Roku High and Kyoshi High are rival schools in every sense. When financial troubles cause Sokka and Katara to go to separate schools, their bond and new friendships test the civil and social boundaries that lie behind school lines and familial ties. With new friends Aang, Toph, and Suki, will Sokka and Katara be able to hold their Gaang together, or will they let the fire nation clique's drama split them up for good?

“So are you sure you can get me to class on time? I mean, if I ran, I’m sure I could catch up to the bus.”

Sokka shook his head, clicking his tongue in a ‘tsk, tsk’ sound. “Katara, sister o’ mine,” he said, grabbing his keys from beside the front door. He held it open for his younger sister and locked it behind her. “Remember that one time you were sick and forgot your science project? And I-”

“-stopped for a milkshake on the way to school, spilled it on my lab report, and got it to me twenty minutes after it was due?” she retorted with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Sokka waved his hand, dismissing his sister’s comeback. “Meaningless details, really. Anyways,” he said, walking over to the driveway. “Do you want a ride or not?”

“I do,” Katara said, following behind him, “but do you honestly think your car wants to get us there in one piece today?” 

Sokka gasped and put his arms over his car. The thing he called his baby was a navy hunk of metal that at some point resembled an ‘81 Honda, with scratched up rims, too many dents to count, and a few knicks in the windshield (Katara liked to play a game called “How fast can Sokka drive over speed bumps before his windshield shatters.” So far, she’s seen him take the thing a surprising 45 mph over a bump without damage. She swore it was only a matter of time though.). 

He turned his head towards his sister with a pout. “Don’t talk about Tun Tun like that, Katara; it’s rude.” Sokka looked back at his car with a strange sort of fondness that Katara knew only Sokka was capable of displaying. “Don’t listen to her Tun Tun,” he cooed. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.” The meticulously taped up side view mirror slipped from it’s rearranged spot, hanging on only by a fraying electrical wire. 

Katara couldn’t help the snicker that escaped her.

“See what you did?!” Sokka said, exasperated. “Now Tun Tun is upset, great.” He opened up the backseat and grabbed his spare roll of duct tape. “Absolutely fantastic,” he muttered, beginning to patch up his beloved jalopy. 

Katara walked around to the passenger side, and slid in, placing her bookbag down at her feet. “Can you fix Tun Tun any faster?” she called out.

“While I do appreciate you calling her by her name,” Sokka replied, “Car maintenance on a budget is a careful art that takes time and precision.”

Katara groaned and sunk deeper into the worn fabric seat. She could already feel the embarrassment of being late on her first day. This definitely wasn’t the impression she was looking to give her new teachers, especially coming in on a partial scholarship. “Sokka, I’m going to be late.”

He placed one last piece of tape and sighed. “Alright, alright. Quit your whining. I’m finished.” He hopped in the driver’s seat and threw his tape towards the backseat. Sticking the key in the ignition, he gave Tun Tun one, two, three good cranks before she finally sputtered to life. Katara let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

 Katara fiddled with the hem of her uniform, a red wrap-around blouse with ornate gold trim. Her other hand unconsciously rested on her mother’s necklace. 

Sokka glanced back and forth between the road and his younger sister. It wasn’t unusual for her to lose herself in her thoughts for a moment or two, but under normal circumstances, she would probably be bickering with him over something stupid or giving him some long-winded speech about how he needs to take better care of himself and start thinking about the future or something else dumb and hope inspired and just very Katara.

But today wasn’t very normal.

He didn’t blame Katara for being a bit on edge. Hell, he was, two years ago when he was in her shoes. After Mom had died, Gran Gran and Dad had decided it would be wise for them to hone in on the Southern Water Tribe’s future, specifically Katara and Sokka. No pressure, though.

“So,” Sokka said, clearing his throat and interrupting both of their thoughts. “Are you excited to be going to Roku High?”

Katara shrugged. “I guess.”

Sokka knew better than to let Katara slip back into her own thoughts. “C’mon, Katara. This is your chance to actually get to bend with other water benders, let alone benders in general. You can’t tell me you aren’t at least a little bit excited.”

She sighed. “I mean, I know I’ve been practicing and all. I know that I know my stuff. It’s just,” she got quiet for a moment, searching for the right words. “What if I’m not as good as Dad and Gran Gran say I am?”

“Oh, shut up!” Sokka laughed. “Katara, you know damn well you’re the best water bender in the whole Southern Water Tribe.”

“I’m also the only water bender in our tribe-”

“Besides the point. Look,” Sokka said, pulling up to the sprawling private academy’s campus. “Dad and Gran Gran wouldn’t have given up so much if they didn’t believe in you. I wouldn’t have given up so much if I didn’t believe in you.”

Katara smiled softly at her brother and trapped him in a bone-crushing hug. “You know, when you aren’t being so sarcastic, you’re actually pretty ni-”

“Okay, okay, I get it. Stop being an annoying little sister and go kick some fire bender ass,” Sokka said, prying her off of him. “Go before you’re actually late, you nerd.”

Katara laughed and opened the door, swinging her bag over her shoulder. “Love you,” she called over her shoulder, closing the door behind her.

“Yeah, yeah, love you, too,” Sokka chuckled, putting his car in gear and slowly driving away. 

Katara closed her eyes, lifting her shoulders back. She raised her chin, trying to ignore the slight sting of homesickness in her chest as little beads of sweat gathered above her brow. Opening her eyes, she touched her mother’s necklace as she walked up the white stone steps to her new school. 

“Nothing will ruin this for me,” she whispered as she entered the building. “I promise, mom.”

__________

 “You fucking scream water tribe, you know that?”

A hand slams onto the locker opposite Katara, jolting her out of her thoughts. She pulled her eyes away from her schedule and scoffed. “Excuse me?”

The black-haired teen cornering Katara rolled her eyes. Her silk hair was pulled back into a perfect bun, with two choppy side bangs framing her face. Her eyes and facial features were sharp enough to cut someone. She was a cunning viper, and her lips dripped poison.

“You know, if you’re going to go to a Fire Nation school, you should at least try to blend in, or at the very least, not be so… offensive to our traditions.”

Katara grabbed her books from her locker and shut it harder than she had intended to. “Look, I don’t care who you are and how old of a Fire Nation family you come from, but water benders and earth benders go here too, so lay off.”

“You should watch who you’re talking to,” the viper hissed. 

A brunette, petite girl behind her frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but a girl next to her with two buns, bangs, and long black hair held up a hand to stop her before she could get a word in.

“And while other benders do attend Roku,” the girl with two buns said, “Azula is right, it has always been a traditional Fire Nation school. Hence the name Roku.”

“Thank you, Mai,” the viper, apparently named Azula, said. Katara couldn’t tell if she was actually thanking Mai for her input or if Azula was staking her claim to this battle. “You’re wearing Fire Nation colors for a reason, water girl. Take our advice, it’s best if you don’t stand out.” She sized Katara up and down. “Which tribe are you from anyways?”

“Southern,” Katara answered proudly with a smirk, leaning against her locker. 

The three girls sneered at Katara. 

“How the hell does a peasant from the Southern Water Tribe like you afford to come to Roku anyways?” Azula remarked. “No offense, of course.”

“Azula,” the brunette with the braid interjected, “maybe you should-“

“Shut up, Ty Lee!” Azula snapped at her.

The brunette sunk back in defeat.

A crowd started forming around the four of them, but Katara didn’t pay them any mind. She had a battle to win.

Katara glared at Azula and took a step forward. She picked up her shoulders, staring the viper straight in her eyes. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but this ‘peasant,’” she barked, “is the daughter of Chief Hakoda and the last water bender of the Southern Water Tribe. So I suggest you watch who you talk-“

Azula let out an outraged gasp and blue sparks danced at her fingertips as she raised her hand and mentally cursing her bravery, Katara closed her eyes and said goodbye to this cruel word and-

The impact never came.

Katara opened her eyes and looked up to see a young man with his hand around Azula’s wrist.

“Enough, Azula,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper. “You know combat is forbidden outside of class.”

“I don’t care,” she hissed back, her eyes shooting daggers at him. If looks could kill, it would have been a blood bath.

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow. “Unless you want a demerit and father to find out.”

Azula’s face went ghostly pale and she got quiet. When her palm stopped crackling with electricity, he released it. He locked his golden eyes with Katara’s ocean ones for a moment. While he was probably only a year or two older than Katara, maybe around Sokka’s age, the bags under his eye and the permanent looking scowl on his face aged him further. 

“Okay ZuZu,” she snapped. His emotional disarmament seemed to be only of temporary effect. “We’re done here. You can leave us to our girl talk now.” 

He rolled his eyes and sighed, turning on his heel. Briefly, he nodded to one of Azula’s friends.

“Mai,” he greeted.

“Zuko,” she nodded back, cracking what could have been, had you squint really hard and looked closely, could possibly be the hint of a smile.

Zuko walked down the hall and the four girls watched him go. As he exited, so did a majority of the crowd, save for a few curious eavesdroppers.

“Now that my brother is done flirting with my friends and playing hero,” Azula said with a sigh, turning her attention back to Katara. “What was I saying before I was so rudely interrupted? Oh, right. Look, water girl, or whatever your name-“

“Katara.”

“Katara.” Azula drew out her name, testing the way it felt on her tongue. “Listen. I don’t know the way it worked in igloo village, but here, things are different. You don’t want to listen, fine by me. But my dad is someone really important, too, so I wouldn’t start swimming in water that’s too deep if you catch my drift.” Azula flicked Katara’s necklace with her finger, smirking at her. “I think we’re done here, ladies.” 

Azula pushed herself off of the lockers and the others followed suit. 

“Welcome to Roku High, Katara,” Azula called over her shoulder. 

_______________

Sokka perked up when his sister opened the door, jumping over the couch to greet her.

“There’s my favorite bender!” He said with a huge smile, walking up to her with open arms. “How was your first day of-“

Katara slammed the door shut behind her and shot him a glare. 

“... school?” Sokka whispered. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbled, pushing past him and heading straight for her room, slamming that door behind her, too. 

Sokka walked over to Gran Gran in the kitchen. “Ah, teenagers. You think she liked her school?”

[svprs]

𝙲𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚈     what am i doing with my life ?  not sure  ,   but at least i’ve got an internship going at the fact channel  AND  mr. jameson  actually  likes me  .   and boba  .   boba’s been a pal lately  .  

( kim doyeon. cisfemale. ) It looks like CINDY MOON has been transported to New York City. SHE is a SIXTEEN year old CANON and the aesthetic associated with HER is CHOPPY BANGS, HANDMADE COSTUMES, & WEBS COMING FROM HER FINGERTIPS.

ʰᶤˑ ᵐʸ ᶰᵃᵐᵉ ᶤˢ ˢᶤˡᵏˑ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ˒ ᵘʰˑˑˑ ᵘᶰᵈᵉʳ ᵃʳʳᵉˢᵗˑ

this my girl cindy,  she’s sad a lot

she was in a bunker for the past 10 years of her life so since she was 6   (  SHE’S 16  )

the comics have it as she was bit by the same spider as peter but since she was bitten when she was 8 (due to me moving around timelines) and that spider probably didn’t exist yet,  i’m sayin’ the spider that bit her was like  …  the  grandmother  to pete’s spider or something lmfao

she was in the bunker bc of sum white dude who thought he was protecting her and basically guilt tripped her into staying by saying that the other spiders   (  ie peter  ,   miles  ,   spider gwen  )  would die if she was out in the world,  until he died so yah karma bit his ass

peter was the one who saved her from the bunker !  so that was pretty recent and she’s still a lil yeet about everything

she also punched him when he rescued her bc she thought him saving her killed all the spiders that being said she’s very impulsive ! 

she acts on impulse and emotion , and chances are if ur a super being and u did something dumb she might hit u sorry

so yeah she hasn’t seen her parents or brother in ten years and she can’t find them

she was working at the fact channel trying to find them via research and had  JUST  found out where her brother was when the rifts starter to form

in her universe the world ended when she found him  ,   but for this one she just yeeted here ig

she’s got  anxiety,  depression,  and a lack of social skills to literally being alone for 10 years of her life

she’s a good fighter tho,  and is faster than peter,  but not quite as strong

her spider sense is outta wack;  it can sense  MORE  and  FARTHER  than peter’s,  but can never really tell the level of danger,  so she tends to just ignore it

that doesn’t work out a lot gal gets herself into trouble by ignoring this

a big fan of pokemon

a lil bit of a genius but she never was able to explore it bc of the whole bunker thing

she can make her own suit and uses her webs to do so sometimes

her webs come from her finger tips !  

currently she is trying to fight crime but also find her fam but also is like yo wtf is all this snapping thanos bullshit  …

is kinda homeless haha and couch surfing her co-worker’s places

has an internship at  FACT CHANNEL NEWS ,   works with / for j jonah jameson  .  

okay that’s all i got for now !   if u wanna plot hit the like or message me oR  pOrQuE nO lOs DoS !?  

[bittykimmy13]

Queen of the Sea (GT): Chapter 10

((All posted chapters))

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He awoke to the sound of the door sliding open with a bang. Devian clenched his jaw and didn’t move, staring fixedly out the wide windows of the forecastle. The sun had risen above the choppy waves nearly an hour ago, and despite the hollow feeling gnawing at his stomach, he hoped to go a bit longer without being tormented. His arms felt incredibly tender; he hated to think how much worse off they would be if Clive hadn’t healed him. His eyes slid over to the bird cage. Kaia looked smaller than ever, curled up on her side and not moving a muscle. Perhaps she was as determined as him to block out the start of what had to be another harrowing day. “We’ve set off toward the next destination,” Andrea announced in a voice that was not suitable for anyone who had just woken up. “The one that you charted out. How close do we have to get before you can map out the next spot?” Devian reluctantly turned around. She was standing closer than expected. Her arms were crossed as she regarded him with an unreadable expression, and disappointingly, she didn’t have any food with her.

“The map will show it to me once we’re within a few miles of it,” he said. “And not a moment sooner.” “Figures.” The Huntress strolled closer, ignoring the way he cringed into the wall. With his experience among the mercenaries so far, he was certain she would threaten him until she was sure he wasn’t lying or holding out on her. But to his utter puzzlement, she reached out and undid his shackles instead. “What?” She smirked at him. “Worried that I’m going to claw you up with my talons now that you know what I am?” Devian frowned. “W-what?” Andrea’s eyes flickered over to the cage. “You don’t know? I was sure Kaia would have told you in the night. She had the pleasure of finding out yesterday that I’m a werecreature. A falcon, to be exact.” The news hit him like a blow to the gut. A falcon? Surely she was the same one that he had spotted on the ship several times--the one that the queen spoke to. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen Andrea and the falcon at the same time. That was how she was able to scout ahead of the ship. He glanced over at Kaia, who still hadn’t moved. If he hadn’t been so cold to her last night, perhaps she would have shared that information. What did it matter? He knew now, either way. The other shackle came undone, and Andrea motioned for him to stand. Her expression became strange for a moment as her eyes flickered again to the cage. She cleared her throat in a very uncertain, very un-Huntress-like way. “Since you haven’t caused us any trouble,” she announced, “you will no longer be confined to the forecastle.” The words shook through his mind like an echo, but before he could say a word, she added, “Some areas will be off-limits. The queen’s quarters and my quarters, for starters. Use your head when deciding where you’re not wanted, and you’ll keep all your limbs.” She glanced again at the cage, and Devian followed her gaze. Kaia had finally peeked up from her dejected position, watching them both. “As for where you’ll be sleeping,” Andrea continued to Devian. “You’ll be staying in the spare bed in Shirin’s quarters.” “The cambion?” he sputtered. “Yes. Perhaps by the grace of whatever god you worship, you won’t be torn to shreds tonight.” She rolled her eyes at the terrified look on his face. “She’s a seamstress. The only thing you have to fear is stray needles sticking your ass if you decide to sit anywhere in the room.” He wasn’t sure how much merit he could put into Andrea’s promise, but having a real bed--even within reach of a cambion--was certainly nothing something he had expected to be gifted with upon waking up this morning. “Are… are these orders from the queen?” he asked, staring in disbelief. “A trick?” “I am in charge of you two prisoners,” Andrea announced. “I’m second in command, and I don’t need to ask the queen’s permission for every little thing. That’s why she entrusted me with this rank in the first place. If I say you can walk about freely, then you can walk about freely.” Devian chewed the inside of his cheek. “As long as you’re not trying to get me into hot water.” “Now, why would I ever do that, navigator?” Andrea tossed her braid over her shoulder and strolled to the cage. “Think of today as a trial run,” she said over her shoulder to Devian. “Stay with me today, and if you behave yourself, you’ll have freedom privileges tomorrow.” The Huntress opened the bird cage, and Kaia moved neither toward the door nor away from it. Andrea held her hand out and murmured something that Devian couldn’t hear. Whatever she said, it worked. Kaia stood and somberly climbed onto Andrea’s hand. The moment that her little eyes flitted to Devian, he clenched his jaw and looked away. He couldn’t deny that part of him felt monstrous for acting so coldly to her, but she had abandoned him to insurmountable pain. A ghost of the flames seemed to lick at his arms, flaring at the memory of his interrogation. She had left him to suffer. He would be glad if he didn’t have to look at her all day. “Navigator,” Andrea said, striding over to him. She held her hands out, gesturing for him to do the same. “Since you’ll be something of an assistant today, you’ll keep a hold on Kaia.” Devian bit back a groan. He supposed he couldn’t have all the luck that day. Sighing, he held out his hands. Spending one day with Kaia and Andrea would be worth it if he wasn’t treated like scum anymore, he told himself. Kaia didn’t seem particularly thrilled about him being her carriage, either. She looked at him with wide eyes, as if he might swipe her down to the floor. Annoyed as he was with her, he wouldn’t dream of doing that. His hands were rigid and stiff as she boarded tentatively. “Where are we going, then?” Devian asked, tearing his eyes away from Kaia’s meek form. “Breakfast, of course,” Andrea said, gesturing for him to walk in front of her. “Unless you’re not hungry, that is?” “Starving,” he groaned. Thankfully, the mess hall wasn’t very active when Andrea led them inside. She grabbed two plates and nodded for Devian to sit at one of the long tables. He set Kaia down, and she scrambled hurriedly onto the surface. Devian didn’t speak a word, scarfing down a meal that might have been hot an hour ago. He made no complaint about it. Around here, he could never be sure when he was going to eat again. However, if Andrea kept her word, perhaps he wouldn’t need to worry about it very much. He eyed her, wondering what she was playing at. She wasn’t looking at him. She was spooning aside some food for Kaia, who seemed reluctant to walk over and accept the meal. Whatever happened yesterday, it couldn’t have been pleasant. The Huntress was acting almost apologetic, but Kaia would barely look up from the table. Devian lowered his gaze, refusing to get tangled up in their business. If Kaia wasn’t going to be there when he need her, why should he be there for her? Because she’s small and frightened, and you can’t possibly know what she’s gone through. He shut up the voice of reason in his mind and went back to eating. But naturally, interruption arrived in the form of three people approaching the table. “A fine morning to all of you.” Clive’s cheery voice made Devian’s hair stand on end. The druid sauntered over with two nereid girls. He elected to take a seat right beside Devian. “Don’t choke on your food, now. I know my presence can be breathtaking.” “We’ll try to contain ourselves,” Andrea said, rolling her eyes. Clive shrugged, unbothered. “Devian, Kaia, you know Ondine and Earlra, don’t you? The finest scouts on this ship. When it comes to water, of course,” he added, flashing Andrea a smile. The two nereids sat side-by-side on the same bench as Andrea. Devian recognized Ondine--she had been one of the outspoken mercenaries during his initial interrogation, questioning him about validity of the treasure. “Don’t try to sweeten us up, Clive,” Earlra said, folding her arms on the table and laying her head down. “You owe us a three day break for making us get up this early.” Waving her off, Clive leaned over to see Devian’s face. “That was quite the interesting meeting we had yesterday, no? How are your arms feeling?” Clenching his jaw, Devian tried to keep his gaze fixed on the food. He could feel eyes on him--from Clive and the nereids, sizing him up. “Fine,” Devian muttered. “You did a wonderful job of healing me after I was tortured.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kaia’s little shoulders slump in shame. His heart lurched a bit, but he tried not to show it. “Now, now,” Clive said in a placating voice. “If it had been up to me, there would have been no torture involved. Unfortunately, I am but a lowly mind-reader and not the Queen of the Sea. For what it’s worth, it was rather disturbing to see our Ailith so adamant about using such cruel means.” “For what it’s worth, I’d rather pitch myself into the sea than speak to you for another moment.” The two nereids burst out laughing. Earlra lifted her head and winked at him. “I’d save you from the waters if you did.” Clive was silent for a moment, staring at Devian with an unreadable expression. Devian pursed his lips, certain this was it: he was going to be murdered by an offended druid. But instead, Clive grinned widely and joined the laughter. “Dare I say it, we should torture you more often. You’re far more interesting when you’re pissed.” Devian threw him a dirty look, and Clive held up his hands in innocence. “Joking! Are you mad because you’re still in pain?” Before Devian could react, Clive grabbed his wrists. In an instant, relief washed over his arms. He gave an involuntary sigh that made Clive grin. “You’re not just a lowly mind-reader,” Devian said despite himself. “You’re a lowly mind-reader and healer.” “Mind-reading is far more useful as a mercenary,” Clive said, looking smug as he released Devian’s wrists and turned his attention to Andrea. “You better start your rounds, Huntress, before the queen starts hers.” Much to Devian’s chagrin, Andrea chose to start with inspecting what Clive and the nereids were up to. After breakfast, Devian followed them out of the mess hall and toward the side of the ship. Naturally, Andrea commanded Devian to carry Kaia once again. “I see that you’ve picked your regular duty of sitting on your ass--I mean, supervising,” Andrea scoffed as Clive lounged on a crate directly next to the edge of the ship. “What? Someone needs to be around when Ondine and Earlra return from scouting.” Taking notice of Devian’s confused expression, Earlra beckoned him closer. She was sitting dangerously on the railing of the ship. Reluctantly, Devian came closer. Despite his uncertainty toward Kaia, he cupped his hands a little more securely around her as he moved up to the barrier. “Look up ahead,” Earlra told him. “Those are dangerous waters we’re heading into--more so than usual.” “Thanks you to you and your map,” Ondine groused, glaring at him. “Me?” Devian questioned. “Well, we wouldn’t be heading that way if not for your navigation,” Clive said. “I knew there had to be at least some spirit of adventure in that bookish mind of yours.” Devian took a step back. “I don’t choose where the map decides to lead us. Remember, this is supposed to be some grand soul-searching adventure for an ancient demigod. I doubt the sea gods who put this in place would want to make it easy.” “I suppose,” Clive said with a lazy shrug. Putting his hands behind his head and nodded at the nereids. “Ladies. I’ll be here awaiting your full report when you get back.” Without further ado, the two nereids dove into the churning water below. Devian leaned out a bit to see as they cut through the choppy waves with ease. Even Kaia was gripping his fingers, leaning out to see for herself. “Come,” Andrea said. “We have other things to attend to. And I wouldn’t want us to disturb Clive’s hard work any more than we already have.” Clive grinned, tucking his hands behind his head and looking as far from overworked as one could be. “I knew you cared.” As Andrea led Devian and Kaia away, he tried not to look so intrigued. The ship was unlike any he’d ever been on. Now that he had gotten past the strange idea of having a variety of non-humans on one ship, he could certainly see the benefit of it. He would have expected constant fighting, but instead, they were working together, pooling their unique abilities to create the most functioning crew he had ever seen. He saw more evidence of this when they came upon the sylphs. Devian couldn’t help but stare, slack-jawed as they did their work. They were up on raised platforms, whirling around with fluid arm and legs motions, as if in a dance. They threw their hands out at the sails, sending gusts of wind. He didn’t need to ask what their purpose was. It was no wonder the ship moved to swiftly. He stood back, merely content to watch as Andrea circled around the platforms and ensured that each sylph was doing their task efficiently. However, he didn’t get a chance to observe for long before a figure circled around one of the masts, sharp eyes locking onto him. “What is our dear Devian doing outside of the forecastle?” Queen Ailith asked. She wore a magnificent blood-red coat, and her hat was perched perfectly on her head. With her being half-sylph, Devian couldn’t help but wonder if she altered the winds just enough to make her hair and coat flaps wave gracefully. Andrea was at his side in an instant, standing at attention. “He hasn’t been any trouble. And according to your interrogation yesterday, he’s being truthful as well. I say good behavior deserves some measure of reward. It keeps the cooperation flowing.” She crossed her arms boredly. “He’s going to stay with Shirin at night, under my orders.” The queen narrowed her eyes dangerously, but she seemed to mull over her words before purring, “Be careful, Huntress. I do hope you’re not trying to make up for yesterday.” “I had nothing to do with the interrogation,” Andrea snorted. “Oh no, my love, not that.” The queen sauntered over to Devian and grinned at Kaia in his hands. He felt a rush of protectiveness, particularly when Kaia gave a shiver of fright. She hadn’t spoken a word since waking and had avoided attention that morning thus far. “You were quite a hit last night, little one. That voice of yours--something to behold.” She lifted her eyes to Devian. “Has she sung for you?” Devian frowned. “What are you talking about?” “Why, I’m surprised you haven’t heard yet. Kaia gave quite a performance in town last night. Not a treasure’s worth of money, but certainly nothing to scoff at.” She reached out to troke Kaia’s hair, and it took everything in Devian’s power to not pull his hands away. With Kaia’s reaction, he could bet that she hadn’t sung of her own free will. Thankfully, Ailith grew bored of tormenting them. She sighed and gave Andrea nother knowing look. “Yourresponsibility,” the queen said, pointing at Devian. “Both of them. Understand?” “Of course, my queen,” Andrea said, bowing her head. Devian swore she saw a tick in Andrea’s jaw once AIlith turned away. Before he could dwell on it any longer than was safe, Andrea led them off once again. “Break time,” she said matter-of-factly. “I think you should meet your new cabin mate.” A chill ran down Devian’s spine. It must have shown on his face because even Kaia made a move to pat his hand comfortingly. “Shirin is kind,” she promised, addressing him for the first time since her attempts last night. “She made me a new gown and hasn’t tried to eat me. Not even once.” Devian gave a choked laugh. “That’s reassuring.” Shirin, as it turned out, was about as far from intimidating as one could get, so long as she didn’t smile with her teeth. The moment she opened the door, her eyes landed on Kaia. Her hands swooped in and cupped around the tiny girl gently, sweeping her away from Devian. He flinched forward, hand outstretched, but the cambion’s action didn’t seem to be from aggression. “Are you alright?” Shirin asked, her dainty features drawn into horror. “Andrea told me all about last night--how awful!” Devian swallowed hard. Kaia had tried to tell him all about last night. But he had refused to listen, too upset about the interrogation to care what she had gone through. He bit his lip, wondering if now was the time to apologize for that. With Shirin coddling Kaia, however, he doubted it would be a good idea to mention he had hurt her in any way. “I’m fine!” Kaia said, an exasperated smile on her face as Shirin held her lovingly to her cheek. “I… I only had to sing. It wasn’t as if anyone hurt me.” “Only threatened to,” Andrea muttered. Kaia’s eyes flickered up to the Huntress. The tiny girl pursed her lips, but whatever she wanted to say didn’t make it out. Andrea pressed on, “Shirin, this is Devian. You may remember him from being dragged onto the ship.” Shirin dropped her hands from her cheek, holding Kaia delicately. “Hard to forget,” she said brightly. “How do you do?” “I’ve been better,” Devian said, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’ll have plenty of time to tell you all about it,” Andrea said. “You two are cabin mates now.” Shirin’s eyes widened. For a moment, Devian was sure she was going to protest. Instead, she grinned, baring her razor-sharp teeth. “Oh, how wonderful! With all my fabrics laying around, it’s not often I get a cabin mate.” Right, I’m sure that’s the only reason, Devian thought weakly. But mouthful of fangs or not, she seemed kind enough. Before Devian could even begin navigating the confines of the fabric-strewn cabin, commotion came from outside. They all whirled toward the door in time to see Clive burst past the threshold, sweating and shaking. The terrified expression was so unlike him, Devian had to stop and wonder if he was really looking at Clive. “Ondine,” Clive gasped, holding his chest “She returned. Monster-infested waters. She says--there’s--there’s a sea serpent. It took--Earlra. She’s dead.” Shiring gave small wail, and Andrea was immediately running for the door. “The sea serpent--is it coming this way?” “Yes,” Clive said, already moving. “Ondine tried not to lead it back to the ship, but it makes no difference--even if we turn the whole damn thing around, it’s coming for us.” Andrea cursed and looked back only briefly. “Stay here! All of you.” With that, she was gone. “No!” Kaia shrieked, squirming in Shirin’s grip. “I-I didn’t know we were so close! Take me above deck! I can get rid of the sea serpent!” Shirin shared a wide-eyed looked with Devian, just as confused as he was. “Please!” Kaia begged. “You’re all going to die if I don’t!” She was special. Devian knew that. He didn’t know what she was or what she was hiding, but if she was willing to go above deck with a sea serpent out there, it had to be for a damn good reason. Figuring that nothing else in his life had been making sense since he started looking for the treasure, Devian lunged forward and snatched Kaia from Shirin’s hands, racing for the door.

[holdmyqueers]

She don’t know she’s beautiful

Supergirl let out a shaky breath that she didn't know she was holding in as the DEO handcuffed the latest Children of Liberty stunt man. She turned to see Alex directing the police and DEO agents, completely ignoring the fact that blood was dribbling down her hand. Kara hated seeing her sister hurt, even if it was just a scrape. She waited for Alex to finish her director duties before she walked over to check on her.

"Director Danvers, you're bleeding...." Kara said as she placed a worried hand on her sister’s arm.

Alex blushed as she looked down and responded, "Oh, that's nothing to worry about."

"Shouldn't you get it checked out?" Kara nodded towards the ambulance waiting at the edge of the crime scene.

Alex waved her other hand in dismissal, still looking at Supergirl hand on her noninjuried arm. "Supergirl, thanks for your concern, but it really is just a scrape."

Supergirl gently took Alex’s arm and pulled her in the direction of the ambulance. She waited outside while they dressed her wound. After, she joyfully hopped in sitting directly across from her sister.

"It was fun kicking ass with you again, Director Danvers..." Supergirl smiled and brushed some of her blond curls out of her face.

"Of course! I love working with you! It's always great to work with the big guns..." Alex trailed off with a slight chuckle and a grin.

Kara couldn’t contain her excitement. She was so happy to have her sister by her side again.

"Do you need anything else from me?" Kara asked, "otherwise I'm going to" she waved her hand in a flying motion.

"No, we're just wrapping up here."

"Want a ride home?"

Alex stuttered, "ah, ride? Me? Ah sure?"

They hopped down from the ambulance, and Kara gathered her sister into her arms and gently pushed off the ground. She could hear Alex's heart racing as she made the well-worn way to her sister’s apartment. "Are you okay? I'm not going to drop you, I promise..." Kara ventured, unsure what was causing the fluttering heartbeat.

Alex looked flustered and gave Supergirl a tight smile preferring to look off into the distance rather than directly into the bright face of the superhero. "I'm fine. I'm good. Ah, thanks for asking."

Alex took a deep breath as Kara held on to her a little tighter. Kara knew her sister was acting very strange, but she has no idea why. When she reached her big sister’s apartment, she touched down and gently placed the dark-haired woman down.

Alex ran her hand through her short, choppy hair and said "welpthanksfortheride" without pausing.

Kara gave her a concerned look. "Anytime. Are you sure you’re okay?"

"Oh yeah. Yep, yep, yep."

Kara’s eyebrows continued to furrow together. “Did you get hit on the head? Do you think you have a concussion or something?” Kara leaned in closer to get a better look at Alex’s pupils.

Alex chucked as she stepped backwards, running into her kitchen table, banging her thigh, and knocking over a vase of flowers. With a whoosh, Supergirl rescued the flowers and gingerly set them back up trying not to spill any water.

"Ugh-“ Alex pressed her lips together to cover her grimace from the corner of her table embedding itself in her thigh. “Really thanks. I was serious when I said we could team up more.”

Kara nodded in agreement. Well whatever was going on with her sister at least she was friends with Supergirl again. Kara gave a brilliant smile, waved, and flew off into the night. Maybe she should check on her tomorrow morning, though.

--

Kara was awake early the next day to make sure she had enough time for coffee with Alex before work. She still felt guilty about standing her up for lunch the other day and still couldn’t make heads or tails over their interaction the night before. Juggling work and her secret identity felt so much harder now that she had to hide it from Alex, too. When she arrived at Noonan's, Alex already had a table and was working on her steaming cup while scrolling through her phone.  Kara gave her usual order and plopped down beside her sister.

"Morning!" Kara exclaimed brightly to draw Alex's attention from her phone. "How was your night last night?"

"The usual. Children of Liberty keep multiplying like bunny rabbits in the spring."

Kara scrunched her nose at the metaphor.

Alex continued, "We did have Supergirl's help last night though."

"Oh, that's nice."

"Yeah. She's really nice to have around."

Kara hummed in agreement as she added more sugar to cover up the bitter coffee flavor. She looked up at Alex and noticed she had a dreamy expression on her face. Kara wondered if she could check for a concussion without Alex knowing.

"You know she flew me home." Alex let out a satisfied breath, still looking off into space somewhere over Kara’s left shoulder.

Kara quickly glanced to her left, but didn’t see anything of note. "It sounds like you two are getting along better now..."

"Yeah, you could say that. She’s just so..."

Kara raised her eyebrows and waited

"Perfect." Alex finished with a satisfied sigh.

"She's okay I guess." Kara had really wanted Alex to be friends with Supergirl... But this was getting weird. It was weird talking to her sister about herself.

"I mean she's beautiful-"

"WHAT?! No!"

"When she flew me home, she held me in the bridal carry..."

Kara started to stammer to end whatever it was that was about to come out of her sister’s mouth. "I'm sure that's just the easiest way to carry somebody while flying..."

"And, she came to see me at my apartment the other day,” Alex continued with a small smile.

"I'm sure she does that for a lot of people!" Kara was talking faster and faster as panic took over.

"I mean she's so strong... Her muscles just ripple under her-"

"Nope. Nope. Nope.” Kara tried to block her ears with both hands, knowing nothing could stop her super hearing from embedding that sentence into her brain for eternity. “Sorry Alex, I gotta go!" Kara sputtered picking up her phone as if a notification had just appeared. “Work. You know.” She was out the door as fast as she dared to move. As she opened the door to leave, she heard Alex yelling over her shoulder-

"I didn't know you were such a prude, Kara!"

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The entire walk to Catco, Kara was muttering to herself. She did NOT want to relive all of the past Supergirl interactions with her sister with this new knowledge but she also could NOT stop thinking about it. Maybe she shouldn’t talk to Alex anymore as Supergirl. Or maybe she just needed a new suit? But surely, a muumuu didn’t have the best wind resistance.

The morning passed… somehow. She sat at her desk and… did something? She confirmed her lunch with Lena; she was so excited to put her breakfast behind her. Lena was busy but more than happy to get take out and eat at the L-Corp office. So, after an extremely fruitless morning, Kara set off to see her friend.

Lena immediately could tell she was distracted.

“I thought potstickers were your favorite?” Lena asked with a concerned look.

Kara poked one and sighed. “They are.”

“Do you want to tell me why you are attacking them instead of eating them?”

“I don’t know. Works crazy…”

Lena responded with a nod and an affirmative, “Uh huh,” encouraging the blonde to continue.

“And Alex told me she thought Supergirl was hot this morning.”

“Uh huh.”

Kara looked up at Lena incredulously.

“Oh! That was surprising to you?” Lena asked.

Kara nodded.

Lena leaned over the table and placed her hand on Kara’s. “Kara, I don’t know how to break this to you, but your sister likes women.”

Kara huffed forcefully through her nose. “Yes! I know THAT.”

“And… Supergirl is… Supergirl. She’s beautiful.”

Kara’s mouth dropped open and Lena couldn’t help but giggle in response. “You like Supergirl, too?”

“Do I find her attractive? Yes, sweetie. Her strength, her power, her stupidly perfect hair, ohmygod her leg, those boots…. You can see every super powered muscle flex when she…” Lena stopped abruptly as Kara squished her paper cup of water, showering the CEO’s desk. Lena arched an eyebrow as both ladies grabbed napkins to sop up the mess. “All I’m saying is she’s literally a lady Adonis. But I don’t like her. She’s pompous and a little pretentious. She’s grating with her unbending morality.” Lena rolled her eyes. Kara bristled. “I’m- She’s not pompous! Or pretentious!”

Lena continued to look into Kara’s eyes. “Why does this bother you so much? Are you jealous?”

Kara stuttered, “Jealous? Me? No. I’m not jealous. Of her.”

Lena gave Kara a smug look.

Kara looked down at her plate of potstickers. She quietly said with a sulk, “I just thought I was your hero.”

“Awww, Kara.” Lena stood up and rounded her desk. “You are my hero!”

She planted a soft kiss on Kara’s cheek.  “But she’s still hot!”

[beesandjam]

Can you do Wolfstar as classmates that lowkey flirt with one another throughout class?

i’m probably interpreting this differently then you were intending, so i’m sorry for that.

also, i’m american and go to american schools. sorry for that as well

it starts with study hall, second semester

remus is known to sit alone, near the stacks of the books in the library, flipping aimlessly through calculus texts and novels about rivers and rafts and escaping the cruel world down a river going anywhere but where he was

that is, until sirius shows up

he spies the scrawny bloke in one of the armchairs and plops (loudly) down into the adjacent seat

sirius is obviously a jock, but he pairs his uniform trousers with black, mud-caked boots

at first, remus is annoyed

but after a week of sirius so adamantly butchering an english assignment, remus can’t help but lean over and offer advice

from then on they talk aimlessly about every subject on earth: sirius’s complicated lineage, remus’s father’s swing records, how much hair product sirius’s mate james uses in a day

that is, until summer break

the next fall they return to the florescent halls with scraped knees, broader shoulders, and wittier tongues

but they don’t talk to one another. they have class together, but instead of returning back to the paths of conversation going anywhere but where remus once was, they sit in their designated seats

remus has peter and sirius has james and they each have assignments

and remus is certain that if he catches sirius glancing at him while their teacher describes something in inconceivable detail, that it was just chance

it couldn’t be anything other than chance. if it was, he was over thinking it

that is, until sirius starts appearing in his other classes–classes he’s not supposed to be in

remus tells himself it’s because james is in his history that sirius drops by for a moment every day

and he ignores the fact that he can feel sirius’s eyes burning into the back of his neck when he does

in his general painting class, sirius meanders in everyday to talk to a girl named marlene with choppy bangs and a secretive glint in her eyes

he makes a brief conversation with remus before he slips out the door, bidding the entire class adieu

it has nothing to do with remus. it couldn’t be anything other than chance

that is, until remus finds himself on frank longbottom’s couch with sirius black sprawled out at the other end 

sirius is gripping a beer in hand and grinning at him like he’s just spoken to him the first time in the library so many months before

his hair is disheveled and he continues to hum some rendition of “Whiskey In The Jar” and he’s still grinning and grinning and grinning at remus

the other boys retreated to the beds upstairs, but remus had called dibs on sleeping on the couch and sirius will not move

“You know, I didn’t even have study hall that period,” he says abruptly, song cut short. “You just looked like someone that could help me with that assignment and I was convinced as hell that you would offer suggestions if I sat there long enough. I was right.”

“You skipped a class to get privately tutored from the resident book worm?”

“Originally, yeah, sure. But then I utterly fancied you. For a year. Snuck into all your classes only to receive a handful of snarky jokes from your sarcastic ass.”

remus is certain it’s the beer talking and not sirius. or maybe, perhaps, chance is standing in front of him and telling him to listen close

“You were in there for your friends. James and that girl…Marlene, I think her name was?”

“They were just excuses. I missed talking to you and hearing about your dad forcing you to listen to Benny Goodman at three in the morning.”

“Is that why you–”

“–Stared at you so fucking much? Yeah. Sorry about that. I didn’t realize how creepy it could come off until James pointed it out one day.”

remus twists the loose thread of his jumper hem around his finger. he doesn’t meet sirius’s eyes

“It’s fine if you don’t feel the same,” sirius says, quietly this time. almost unsure. sirius is doubting the fact that remus doesn’t return his feelings.

that is, until remus kicks sirius’s ankle and quips, “if i admit that your feelings are requited, will you admit that you never actually needed help on that english assignment?”

sirius is grinning and grinning and grinning at him again

“it wasn’t even my assignment. it was james’s.”

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{Gotham Smut} - For Mel

I sent you your Christmas gifts so late!! This is my way of saying sorry <3 I wrote a story for you!! <3 Enjoy.  @oswald-cobblepot-is-my-addiction

“I’m thinking that we probably shouldn’t go any farther in public like this. Remember what happened last time?” Melanie said giggling in a public park. She looked around at all of the Christmas decorations that were displayed around them. A giant tree covered in light with a mistletoe toe was hanging above the two of them.

Oswald sounded like he was stifling a groan as he released her. “Good point.” His eyes never left her face. “What are you thinking about after we’re done here?”

She knew what he was asking. If he hadn’t hinted around about it, she would have. Instead of saying she wanted him to fuck her hard—which was actually what she was thinking—she said in a lilting tone, “I’m thinking it was really nice of you to wear that shirt for me again.” He had on the dress shirt she’d gotten him for Christmas last year. He was obviously trying to make this day special, and it meant something to her. It meant a lot to her. He tugged at the collar, giving her a wry look that she was pretty sure hid a flicker of disappointment. “It’s kind of uncomfortable,” he admitted, “but I’d do a lot more than that for you.” “Good answer.” She pulled his head down into another kiss, and then she murmured, “Here’s an idea. If that shirt is so uncomfortable, maybe it’s time for you to take it off.” His whole body went still for just a minute. “Yeah?” She couldn’t seem to stop smiling, even though she was trying to give him a sexy look. “Oh yeah.” Her red hair blowing in the wind causing her to shudder from the cold. With a muffled groan, he kissed her more deeply than before, evidently channeling an outpouring of desire that he’d been reining in for these few weeks. “Are you sure?” he rasped, sliding his hand down to cup her hip. “I know you wanted to see the festival” Oswald said looking at her. “I’m sure we can see it another time” She smiled at him. He groaned again but jerked back before he pulled her into another kiss. His blue eyes were the hottest thing she’d ever seen. “Better not do any more of that before we get home.” He seemed to be telling himself as much as her. She reached for her purse, her whole body throbbing with lust and so much more. “We should have planned better and not gotten so far away. It’s going to take us at least an hour to get to either of our places. Our homes are at the other side of Gotham” She frowned just thinking about it. Oswald opened his mouth as if to speak but then didn’t say anything. “What?” she prompted looking up at him giving him a small peck on his lips as to answer. “There’s a hotel across the street. If you didn’t want to wait that long.” He smirked hoping she would agree to the idea.

She raised her eyebrows, strangely excited about the idea. “I’ve never checked into a hotel just for sex before.” She admitted grinning ear to ear. “Me either.” He confessed, his warm breath causing her to shudder. For some reason that reality excited her even more. “Then let’s do it.” She replied eagerly. He was already getting out of the booth, grabbing her hand to pull her behind him. “Good thing. Otherwise, I might have to fuck you in the back of the car again.” ----------------------------------------------- They walked into the hotel room.

“Champagne? And a plate of strawberries? You shouldn’t have!” Melanie looked at the beautiful display before her.

“And a fireplace” he smiled looking at the hot flames ablaze.

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“Os!” Melanie gasped an hour later, arching backward and reaching behind her to clutch at the headboard of the bed in the very nice hotel they’d checked into, which, fortunately, had had a room available. “Fu—” But she couldn’t form any more words and instead grunted out a succession of breathless, frantic sounds. Oswald’s mouth was otherwise occupied, but he hummed in response. Melanie whimpered incoherently, her mouth falling open as the vibrations from his voice sent tremors through her hot, wet arousal. She choked on the pleasure as his tongue fluttered over her clit. Her legs had been parted and bent, but now she hooked them over his shoulders, unconsciously trying to get his face closer to the source of her need. She was very wet, and she could feel Oswald’s lapping at the excessive moisture. Her whole body was getting more and more tense—the muscles of her belly and thighs trembling as the exquisite pressure continued to mount. Oswald scraped her pussy gently with his teeth, his hungry eyes focused on her face.

She cried out, much louder than she would have liked. Her entire body was rocking now as she tried to establish a satisfying rhythm with her hips. Oswald, however, was keeping her in place with a tight grip on the soft flesh of her ass ignoring the pain on his leg. With the fingers of his other hand he held her open, stretching out her flesh to make his task easier and give his mouth better access. As she squirmed against the mattress, he closed his lips around her clit and started to suck. Hard. Melanie’s arms flew down from the headboard—which was banging against the wall with her urgent rocking—and grabbed at Oswald’s head between her legs. Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she started to sob out wordless sounds. Her thighs tightened around his head, threatening to strangle him, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.     

Oswald adjusted his body so that he could grab her thighs with a ruthless grip and pull them apart again, spreading her open to his hot gaze once more. Then he held her thighs back with his forearms and resumed the suction of his mouth.

After just a moment the pleasure swelling up at Melanie’s center exploded into waves of release. Her muscles spasmed beneath his mouth, and she could hear herself nearly screaming as she came.

She was still panting out hot, wet breaths when Oswald raised his body and moved over her, positioning himself with his hips between her legs. He quickly rolled on a condom, and then he reached down with one hand to line up his hard cock at her entrance. In one smooth motion he sheathed himself inside her.

Her pussy was still tight from her orgasm, and she cried out loudly as he entered her. Then kept crying out as he thrust, her voice sounding breathless and shrill. Vaguely she hoped the unusual volume of her vocal response wasn’t loud enough for her neighbors to hear.

His body was hot and hard and heavy on top of her, and the damp press of his naked skin on hers was overwhelming. The bed was now shaking even more, and Melanie was holding on as best she could, her legs wrapped tightly around Oswald’s waist.

“Os,” she gasped, finally able to form a real word. “Os—” The friction of his cock inside her was growing more and more powerful. Her vision blurred, and the world seemed to close down into nothing but his strong body moving over hers and the intense sensations building up beneath her belly.

 Oswald straightened his arms and raised his upper body, and his eyes never left her face as he pounded into her. She could see the straining muscles of his arms under his damp skin, could see the rippling lines of his shoulders.

He was thrusting so hard and deep now that it actually hurt a little, but she was too aroused for that to do anything but push her closer to the edge. She grabbed at his shoulders, desperately trying to pull him down closer to her again. Her fingernails clawed at the hard muscles of his back, causing scratch marks on his skin.

“Fuck!” she yelled over and over again—every pulse in her body focused on his cock slamming into her, on her rising sensations nearly at their limit. She tried to get her legs up higher around his back, her thighs squeezing around him, her heels digging in as she tried to hold them in position.

Oswald released a guttural moan as he breathed in harsh, rapid gasps above her. His eyes still on her face, he jerked his head a couple of times, fisting the bedding on either side of her body as he supported himself with arms so tense they trembled.

She could hear the sound of wet suction as his cock pumped rapidly inside her, audible behind the mingled texture of their frantic sounds and the squeaking of the springs on the bed. She bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts, crying out in hoarse, choppy sobs for release.

“Melanie,” Oswald ground out through clenched teeth. The one word almost sounded like a plea. He was clearly on the edge himself, holding himself off of her, his handsome face twisted with passion, effort, and strain.

She came on his next thrust, her body freezing as the pleasure slammed into her with his cock. Then she shook and whimpered beneath him while her pussy spasmed hard around him.

“Melanie!” Oswald repeated, this time choking on a roar as he froze for an endless moment. Then the tension in his body exploded and he gasped her name again.

As she felt his release, Melanie made a few more moaning sounds as her body finally began to relax.

Then Oswald’s elbows buckled and his weight fell down on top of her, pushing her into the mattress the way he’d done a couple of weeks ago. His arms were wedged beneath, and he held her in a tight, desperate embrace.

Melanie clung to him too, loving this evidence that he needed her so much. But her feet had fallen asleep and were prickling uncomfortably, so she carefully lowered her legs to the bed.

After a minute Oswald shifted to his side, pulling her with him—so they could keep holding each other without his weight becoming oppressive.

They lay together—gasping and shuddering—for a long time. Until Oswald finally kissed her slowly, gently. “One good thing about starting over,” he said, his voice still thick from his release, “Merry Christmas my love”

Look into his sky blue eyes Melanie smiled tiredly. “Merry Christmas.” feeling the heat coming off from the fireplace. Snuggling closer to him she drifted off to sleep in his arms as they could hear the festivals about to begin outside.