#anyway it's over and i can finally breathe again. seriously feels like i've come back ro life. the last 2 days were nightmarish

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 10 - Cloak

Genshin Impact - Aether x Wanderer

P.S.: "Wanderer" is also called "Scara" in here because that's what I've called him if I played the game, ehe

“Hey,” Scara called out, his eyebrow twitching slightly in annoyance.

“Woah… it’s so warm…” Aether sighed pleased, finally managing to shield himself from Dragonspine’s ruthless cold wind. The blonde tightened his grip, pulling the cloak over his shoulders.

Scara sighed, deciding to try a nonviolent approach again - just like aunt Buer asked him. “Aether, seriously-”

“Hm? What is it, Scara?” The traveler asked, barely turning his head to the side and looking at the wanderer.

“You little- ahem, can’t you… get your own cloak?”

“Why?”

Scara clenched his hand into a fist. ‘Why?’, he thought, considering the idea of throwing Aether off one of those cliffs. “Because this is my cloak! You are going to stretch it out, you idi- I mean, I’m sure you brought one for yourself, right? You wouldn’t come to a place like this in that exposing outfit of yours, I imagine.”

Aether pouted, scrunching up his shoulders as he refused to let go. “But yours is extra warm… didn’t you say you used to wear it back in Snezhnaya? Mine isn’t as thick…”

Scara was really, really trying to stick to the lesser lord Kusanali’s request, but that dumb traveler was making it impossible. “Remember, breath in, breath out,” he remembered her saying, nudging Aether’s body underneath the cloak to try to push him away. “I don’t care, just let go of my cloak!”

“Hehey!” Aether giggled, using one hand to stop Scara from keep prodding at his stomach, “no tihickling, that’s unfair!”

“What?” Scara raised an eyebrow, confused. “I’m not playing around, let goHOH- AHaha, Ahahaether!” Before he could insist again, the wanderer felt a pair of hands squeezing up his sides, clawing at his lower ribs.

The blonde giggled along, continuing his assault underneath the cloak. “What? Can’t you take what you dish out?” He teased, taking one hand to tickle Scara’s stomach, making his giggles rise a pitch.

If the cloth was already way too small to protect both of them from the Dragonspine’s cold, as Scara squirmed and flailed his arms, it was even easier for short gusts of cold air to sneak through their protection.

“S-stop pushing! You’ll get us cold!” Aether stuttered, feeling a shiver run up his back as he felt the coldness on his skin. However, the traveler still refused to let go of Scara, his hands descending to his waist and making the poor wanderer thrash even harder.

“S-stahAHAhap it!!” Scara cackled, letting go of the cloak to hold Aether’s by his wrists. “LehEHEhet gohOHo, y-you jehEHErk!!” He whined through his laughter, involuntarily leaning into Aether to protect himself from the cold.

“So we can share the cloak?”

“No- ahAHa, f-fuhUHuck!” Scara cursed, regretting his words as he felt Aether’s thumbs digging a little harder on his waist. “FihiHIHine! Just stohOHOp!”

Glad with the positive answer, Aether quickly wrapped his hands around the wanderer’s body, pulling him into a hug while covering them both with the cloak. “Yay, thank you, Scara ~”

Catching up his breath, Scara rolled his eyes. “W-whatever…” He muttered, feeling his cheeks also getting a little warmer, but, this time, not thanks to the cloak.

A/N: Wahhh, sorry for the delay guys... let's say I'm not the best with scheduling stuff, ehe. Anyway, we are already 1/3 into TickleTober, what are you guys thinking so far? Anyway, hope you liked this one as well!

[happiest-hotch]

can you please write a hotch blurb where reader finds out she’s pregnant with aaron (her boss)’s baby?

sucker for a plot like this

It's been hard to keep the surprising news to yourself long after you found out. Between Aaron being busy with Jack and your demanding work schedules, it has been impossible to find time to sit down and talk seriously with him.

Right now, being in the middle of a case where new mothers and their infants are being murdered is definitely not the right time.

Aaron knows it's been affecting you differently from how it usually would. It's why he decides to break the rules that you set, so no one knows you had a romantic relationship alongside your professional one.

It's been months of hiding it from the team, but it seems like the way to make sure things stay less complicated.

"Are you okay?" He asks, large hand resting against your back while you both stand in front of the case board.

You look up at him, eyes filling with tears. "Yeah." You lie, both of you seeing right through it. "Can I talk to you after this is done?"

He wants to push it, especially because he knows it'll be in the back of his mind for the rest of the day, but he can't. Not right now. "Always." He agrees.

It's late when you wrap the case, the BAU team walking away with a victory that will never feel like enough. Your hormones are not helping you keep anything contained, and you go to his office as soon as you're back at Quantico.

"Hi." He says softly when he walks in and sees you on the couch, nervously playing with your fingers. "What's going on?" He asks, sitting in front of you.

You take a deep breath, knowing right now is the last time in your life that you won't know his reaction. "I'm pregnant." You admit quietly, still not brave enough to look up and see his reaction. "A-and I know this is a surprise, and I'm not asking you to be involved, but I, uh, I just thought you needed to know."

"Y/n." He stops you, hand coming to rest over the top of yours. "Look at me." He begs. You do, and he doesn't look angry or upset. He's even smiling slightly. It makes you feel like you can breathe again after all the stress you've been feeling. "I want to be involved. More than anything." He assures you. "I'm very much in love with you, and I would never want to lose what we have. I love being a dad, and if you want to keep this baby, I am with you every step of the way."

His sweetness gets you crying easily, and he moves to sit next to you so he can hug you. "I do, Aaron." You tell him. "Want to have a baby with you. Are we ready for this, though?"

"Yes." He agrees easily. "It'll finally give me a chance to ask you to move in with me, too." You giggle at his relieved sigh. He wants to tell you he's eagerly waiting to ask you to marry him, too, but that should be a surprise. "I've been waiting too long to ask you that."

"I basically live with you anyway." You point out. Your shampoo and conditioner have even become a regular item on his grocery list.

He cups your jaw, so your faces are closer together, noses barely touching. "I am really excited about this, you know?"

For the first time, you feel like you can let yourself be. "Me too. And I'm extra excited because I get to do this with you."

[stingraywipe]

Hey! Here's a little thing I wrote for @sincerely-sofie 's The Present is a Gift AU with her characters Twig and Kip. I wanted to get it out sooner, but alas life happened and I was unable to work on it as much as a wanted to. This is also the first time I've done any sort of creative writing in years, so hopefully it isn't too bad. Anyways, here it is! I hope you like it :)

The Sunrise

It was dawn when Kip woke up. It was rather early and he was still tired, but he rolled out of bed to go check on Twig. He knew she probably wanted her space, but he couldn’t help worrying about her more than usual after the previous few days’ events. He yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, then quietly cracked open the door of Twig’s room. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that she wasn’t there. He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he was seeing right. Yup. Twig wasn’t there. Feeling panic begin to set in, Kip took a moment to breath and recollect himself.

“Calm down, there’s NO need to be freaking out about this,” he thought. “Twig likes going on walks when she needs to clear her head, or if she wants to be alone to think on something. She’s probably just doing that. She’s been through a ton the past few days, so it makes sense that she would want to do that. She’ll probably be back here soon.”

Despite knowing that, Kip decided to make a quick check outside anyway. He was already pretty awake after the initial shock of Twig’s absence, and taking a look couldn’t hurt. Maybe he could watch the sunrise while he was out there. He hadn’t done that in a while, and it would be a good way to unwind for a bit after the stress of the past week.

Apparently Twig had the same idea, because she was already sitting near the edge of the cliff looking off into the distance. She was visibly ok, and even seemed less tense than she had been recently. Despite this, Kip felt the need to make sure she was actually fine. He knew too well how Twig feels the need to hide anything that ails her from everyone no matter how serious it is, so it was going to take more than just visual evidence to convince him.

“How’ve you been holding up?” Kip asked as he approached. Twig jumped a little and spun her head around, relaxing again once she realized it was just him.

“Jeez dude, you scared me! Did you have to sneak up on me like that?”

“Oh no, I didn’t mean to startle you!” Kip responded. He hurried over to where Twig was and sat down next to her. “I just wanted to check up on how you were doing. I saw you weren’t in you room and I-”

Twig cut him off. “Relax man, I’m just giving you a hard time.” She gave him a playful punch to the arm. “And, umm. I’ve definitely been better. I think I’ve cried more than enough for an entire lifetime over the past few days. Maybe even two lifetimes. I didn’t even know fire types were capable of producing that much water.”

Kip chuckled at that. “Yeah, but it needed to happen, you know. That’s what you get for being silly and stupid and somehow convincing yourself that none of us like you.”

Twig sighed. “I know, I know, you’re right. It doesn’t mean I have to like it though. It’s physically AND mentally exhausting.”

“I feel you there. I feel worn out, and I haven’t cried anywhere near as much as you!”

“Yup. I totally have you beat.”

Kip gave her a baffled look. “Are you seriously bragging about how you’ve cried more than me?”

“I sure am. I gotta take my wins when I can get ‘em.”

He burst out laughing at that. “Well, if your jokes are anything to go off of, I’d say you’re holding up pretty well. Seems to me like the funny Twig I know and love is finally starting to come back. I guess I was worried about nothing.”

Twig shrugged. “I guess.” 

Neither one of them said anything else for a while. They sat in silence and watched the sun slowly climb higher on the horizon. It was one of the sunrises with lots of pink mixed in with the oranges and yellows; the kind that Twig loved the most. The sea below them glistened like gemstones, with rolling waves that shimmered in the bright light. Kip had almost forgotten how beautiful the sunrise was at Sharpedo Bluff. Sure, he could watch the sunrise when he was away on his expedition, but they just weren’t the same there as they were here. Besides, he was with Twig now, which made it even better.  

Kip smiled. “I missed this,” he murmured.

“Missed what?” Twig asked.

“This. Watching the sunrise with you. Going on walks. Just talking. You know, enjoying the little things in life with you.”

“Dude, you know you can still do those things without me right?”

“I guess, but they wouldn’t be the same. You’re what makes them special.”

They were both quiet for a bit. Twig was first to speak again. “Dang, I really messed up a lot of stuff with my dumb thoughts then. Sorry about that.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing for that!?” Kip responded. “None of us blame you for any of that stuff. If anything, it’s MY fault for not doing anything sooner despite seeing through all of your terrible lies. Besides, it’s in the past now. All we can do is focus on what we can do now, in the present.”

“I guess you’re right.” she said. “You know dude, if you really wanted to hang out with me THAT badly, you could’ve just asked.”

“Ok, noted. You’d better be prepared for lots of requests then if that’s what it’s gonna take.” Kip glanced over at Twig. Her expression was a bit troubled, as if she was contemplating something he had said. Seeing that, he nudged her and spoke again. 

“You know I meant it right? What I said before.” 

Twig turned her head to look at him. “What? The part about how me being there somehow makes things better?”

“Yeah, that one. I want to make sure that sticks with you, because you seem to be quick to forget it. You’re an amazing person. I know it’s hard for you to see it right now, but we all really do care for you more than you could imagine. And it doesn’t matter how long it takes you to convince yourself of all that, because all of us are happy to remind you as many times as it takes. Nothing you think or say or do will ever change that.”

Twig’s eyes started watering at that. “Seriously dude,” she croaked. “I was just complaining about how I was tired of crying. Did you really have to go and make me-”

Kip pulled her into a hug, cutting her off. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Twig. You always will be. Please don’t ever forget that.”

They stayed like that for a while. Kip held Twig there for as long as she needed to cry. After a bit, Twig slowly pulled away and took a moment to wipe the tears out of her eyes and regain her composure. 

“You good now?” Kip asked her.

“Yeah, I think so. I think I actually feel a bit better than before, funny enough.” She shifted her gaze back to the horizon, where the sun had climbed a bit higher over the ocean. They sat there quietly, simply enjoying each other’s presence. For the first time in a while, it seemed as if everything was truly at peace. 

Twig eventually broke the silence. “You know what? I missed this a lot too. This is nice.”

“Yeah,” Kip said, nodding in agreement. “This is nice.”

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.112 Cutting ties

Love Day came upon us again, and it was so nice to have someone to celebrate with. Someone to celebrate, period. Sophia and I rarely did things traditionally, and I continued that trend by asking her out on a breakfast date. I suggested Vivianna's because it was the first place that came to mind, and I really liked their food. But Sophia was in goofball mode and said I wanted to see my girlfriend. I didn't like her saying that, but I loved seeing her in high spirits in those days, so I let it ride. When we got there, the host seated us at the same table from last time, and that sent her even more.

"It's a sign, Luca! If she's our server again, it's means you were meant to be."

I shook my head at her.

"You are way too high on life right now."

She gasped, still giggling at her silly joke.

"Luca! She's here! I think she's coming this way!"

I was still shaking my head when Yasmine walked up.

"Happy Love Day," she said drily. "Y'all don't have restaurants in Oasis Springs?"

"Of course we do," Sophia said before I had a chance to even think of a response. "But we love this one."

"Hmph. You must really love this food. I wouldn't unfriend someone and still show up at their job. Are you ready to order?"

Sophia looked at me in surprise but also trying to hide more giggles.

"Uhh...yeah, we're ready," I said, unsure if I should even respond to the first part.

When I finally looked at her, I saw her face matched her dry tone. Generally, she wasn't the cheeriest sim, but something was off. Granted, I was probably the last sim she wanted to see, but she should have been over that. Something else had to be going on, and I asked if she was okay.

"What do you care? I can't do this right now. I'll send someone else."

She hurried away into the kitchen, leaving us utterly confused.

"What in the world was that?" Sophia asked. "And you unfriended her?"

"Yeah! She's been sending me mean messages ever since-"

"You broke up?"

"Would you stop with that?? She wasn't my girlfriend!"

I couldn't understand why she found this situation so amusing. It annoyed me, but her laughter was so contagious. I couldn't help but laugh, too.

"Did she look different to you?" I asked.

"Sure did. I think she's pregnant."

"Pregnant? Yasmine? No way."

"She's definitely pregnant, babe."

"How do you know? She's not showing."

"Women know these things!"

"Hmph. Some sims don't need to be parents," I said under my breath. At least I thought I did.

"Luca!"

"What? It's true. She doesn't want kids right now. And she's mean...self-absorbed... Can you imagine her raising children?"

"I mean...I don't disagree, but... It's still not a nice thing to say. Maybe taking care of someone else will be good for her."

Nice or not, I meant every word. It was hard not to get upset about it. Sims all around us kept popping up pregnant unexpectedly while Sophia and I woohoo'd each other's brains out to no avail. WE want a baby! Why won't it happen for us? It wasn't fair. But I didn't want to ruin our date with my petty, jealous thoughts. That rant would have to remain in my head.

"Anyway... You excited about moving tomorrow?"

"You know it! I can hardly believe it."

"Yeah, seriously. I've been thinking about that house for so long... I have to keep reminding myself this is real life."

My Social Bunny chime went off, so I checked to see who sent me a message.

"Oh...it's Maira."

"Why do you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're surprised your friend is messaging you."

"I'm not surprised. It's just...I don't know. Every time I hear from her, I feel bad."

"How come?"

"Because I'm such a bad friend to her."

Sophia's lip quivered.

"I highly doubt that."

"It's true though! I never call her. She's always the one reaching out. Even back in the day it was like that. When I was open to dating her-well, she says we did date, but whatever. I got mixed signals, so I kinda stopped putting energy into our friendship. Then I met Yasmine-"

"While you were talking to me," she said sarcastically.

Like a light switch flicking on, I understood why she continued to joke about me and Yasmine. She still felt some kind of way about realizing she wasn't the only one I was talking to, and this was her brand of petty behavior. I shook my head because I knew she would never let that go, and the jokes were a permanent part of our marriage.

"Yes, I was talking to you. I met Yasmine and Chi Chi-"

"I thought you didn't date her."

"I didn't. She came to my classes a lot and invited me to her house a few times."

She eyed me suspiciously, but I continued my story.

"Dating, having female friends, and all of that was new to me. I didn't know how to say no to her. I couldn't say no to her; you know how she is. And I was talking to you on top of dealing with my own issues... It was a crazy time, and I didn't know how to handle it all, so I ended up neglecting Maira. I feel bad because it wasn't like that in the beginning."

"You didn't have any distractions then."

"Yeah...that's true."

"Do you think it's time to let her go? Everyone's not meant to be in your life forever."

"I know. That might be part of the issue. I want to be a good friend while being respectful to you, but I honestly don't know how she fits into my life anymore. But severing the relationship? I don't think I want to do that. At least not yet."

"Okay." She turned back to her food and took a few bites before a very obvious idea let up her face. "Since we're moving now, we should do a combo celebration! We can turn my birthday party into a housewarming party! Invite her to that."

"Oooh good thinking! You know I married you for your brains."

"Ah ha! The truth comes out."

[pellaaearien]

ooo, Locum Tenens (you know i’m always going to ask about this one!) and can you tell me about the oracle AU? 💕

I can never remember how much I've talked about Locum Tenens, it is my poor neglected child of 38 thousand words,,, your love for it gives me life <3

I had SO MANY plans for this AU, all the way up to the end of season 4 v.v

Anyway, yes. For those unfamiliar: Locum Tenens is my Doctor Who AU where the Doctor falls into a parallel world at the end of season 2 instead of Rose. Rose is left with the TARDIS and has to figure out how to carry out the Doctor's role while the Doctor... well, let's just say he has a bad time. He's a telepathic being who's cut off from literally ALL sources of telepathy in Pete's World. I was gonna bring in the Sensorites and everything.

Here, have some pain.

“Then you’ll just have to hurry and get back here, yeah?” Rose replied flippantly, but sobered at the look on his face. “I’ll try, Doctor,” she said, more seriously. “I promise I’ll try.” He nodded once. That would have to do. “And what about you, Doctor?” she asked, and as always, he was suddenly drowning in compassion he didn’t deserve. “There you are, living a life, day after day. You always used to say that was the adventure you could never have, and now you’ve got it.” “Yeah, guess you’re right,” the Doctor said, with a humourless laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Shut up, I know it’ll drive you spare. So don’t let it. You take care of yourself too, yeah? And come back to me.” Rose. She knew him too well, she always knew him too well. It was time for all or nothing. “Rose.” He took a deep breath. Her gaze sharpened on him. “I… This isn’t at all how I wanted to say it, on some windswept beach in a parallel world, but I let myself run out of time.” He sniffed. “Some Time Lord, me.”  It killed him that he couldn’t touch her, that they could only stand, looking at each other, not even real, while he held out his hearts to her. “I let things that were understood go unsaid for far too long,” he forced himself to continue, and heard Rose suck in a breath. “It absolutely will not be my last chance to say it,” he growled fiercely, as his hands clenched and unclenched with the need to be threaded through hers, then softened. “But just in case: Rose Tyler, I love you.” She gaped at him. Even after their relationship had progressed into physical intimacy, he’d held the words back, feeling that they were inadequate and at the same time too much. Those words were definitive, final, and maybe he’d naively thought that if he refused to define their relationship it couldn’t hurt them. He shook his head inwardly. Daft Time Lord.  Rose had known, had sensed his aversion to the words and held her own back, out of respect, instead showing him in a thousand little ways more eloquent than eight letters of English. But he saw, in that moment, how much she’d needed to hear them from him, and cursed himself for a fool ten times over. Finally she shut her mouth with a snap, shaking her head and smiling at him, and the heat of her love blazed from her eyes and warmed him, even on an icy beach in a different world. “I know,” she replied. “And Doctor, I—” She vanished. The wind howled. The Doctor, bereft of both Rose and the TARDIS’ telepathic contact, again, stood stock still. Then, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, his shoulders slumped, and he covered his face with his hands as he took shaking breaths. It was Mickey who tentatively approached him, an indeterminate amount of time later. “C’mon, boss.” Taking his arm, the other man coaxed the Doctor gently back to the Jeep. One look at his stony face and no one attempted to engage him in conversation. He was silent for the entire drive.

As for the Oracle AU, it's based on a gabe prompt which should tell you everything you need to know xD The gist is that Dream is an oracle whose visions are strongest when he gets edged. It's very porny. Here's a slightly less porny bit.

“Breathe,” Hob reminds him, gentling his hold and pressing a kiss to his forehead. The court stenographer is scribbling furiously, but Hob’s focus is all on Dream. “Just breathe. I’m here. You did so well.” Dream follows instructions, staring up at the ceiling until his breathing slows, and Hob carefully removes himself from him to get the water, coaxing him to sit up and drink. “What did I—?” Dream croaks, once he’s swallowed the water. He never knows what he’s said when the visions come on him; he described it to Hob once as “going somewhere else.” “Sounds like the villagers are going to find the new source of water they need,” Hob says gently. Dream sighs in relief, sagging further into Hob’s embrace. Hob bites his tongue. He knows how important Dream’s visions are to the kingdom. No Oracle has ever had stronger, more accurate prophecies. He just wishes it took less of a toll on his beloved. Once Dream’s trembling stops, Hob cleans the sweat from his body with careful swipes of a cloth. He’s flushed and gorgeous, the most beautiful thing Hob has ever seen. Only Hob can touch him, and no one will ever have him. It’s nearly enough to drive Hob mad, but he loves Dream enough to do whatever he asks. “I think I have one more in me,” Dream says, meeting his eyes, and Hob, resigned to his fate, bends to his task.

[technicallyblakebelladonna]

hiiiii ask for you infodump about rwby volume 10 and what you want to happen

HI THERE FRIEND!!!! thank you for the ask <3

i want u to know that i specifically went to my spotify to put on my "amitola" playlist before going to answer this ask, so that should tell you where my head is at

of course for rwby v10 i want what the majority of other people want, for the bees to be shown in their relationship and for others to react to it in ways that really allow us as the audience to BASK in the fact that the bees are in an established relationship and are HAPPY. cause like, just thinking abt catradora and korrasami, well we get to see them get to that kiss and get their happy ever after, but in the show that's where it ENDS (i know with LoK they had the comics that let korrasami go past that point but i digress) like of course i could say all that and i WOULD say all of that

but

YOU CAME INTO *MY* ASK BOX. so you know exactly what im gonna infodump about. you know WHO im gonna infodump about

ilia. fucking. amitola.

we saw her last in all her collarbone-apparently-redacted glory in v8 along with a couple of other tertiary characters during ruby's speech montage. she had a fairly long focus shot (imo, for a side character) that showed her getting a call from ghira. so we KNOW that those three are going to be together-- and by the logic of ghira and kali being blake's fucking parents!! we can assume that they're going to all end up heeding the call and gathering where everyone else is. so that means that we can also assume that they'll all be there for the reunion in vacuo.

(no seriously where did they go???? i havent been able to unsee it)

ANYWAY.

so i want to see that reunion. i want to see blake fling herself into her parents arms and for ilia to kinda hang back bc she's like, still doesn't quite know what to do with herself-- and doesn't QUITE know how to relate to blake anymore. they left on good terms, but they haven't had much time to really rebuild their relationship by any means, so ilia's just standing there, heart tearing in half a little because there she is. she didn't die. ilia had mourned for her, had gone through that grief alongside blake's parents and now? now there. she's standing right there. and suddenly it's just so overwhelming that she starts turning a deep blue, right from her roots, her irises turning a deep icicle blue, sharp and unforgiving like the presumed loss she had to go through all that time ago.

and blake? she sees it. out of the corner of her eye, above the shoulder of her mom while in their embrace, she sees ilia shaking like a leaf. and she goes to her after another quick murmured reassurance to her parents. and she just opens her arms to ilia. and ilia flings herself into blake's arms and breathes her in because gods. she is real. she starts whispering "you're here. you're alive. i lost you all over again and now you're here."

and that's what i hope from canon, but am i going to stop there? no because hello. ilia fucking amitola.

the CATMELEON SHIPPER IN ME wants blake to reply with something cheesy, with something utterly heartbreakingly beautiful, something like "you could never lose me. i've always been in your heart, and you've always been in mine. and that's not going anywhere."

THEY HAVE A SPECIAL BOND OKAY CANON WILL NOT TAKE THAT FROM ME FOR FUCKS SAKE.

what i want CANON to do is to have ilia and yang finally fucking meet and talk. for ilia to give the "hurt her, no one will hear from you ever again" talk.

as @averagemrfox said in their tags

like OH MY GOD give me THIS. holy shit this is genius. maybe yang spots ilia looking restless and tense after an overwhelmingly emotional day after blake "comes back from the dead" and sees her sitting at the outskirts of the city/their camp or wherever. and so she just like. says hey. you know the best way i find to burn off extra energy? and ilia agrees to a hand-to-hand no weapons (and yang promises not to use her arm gun at all) and it feels GOOD to get the energy out. so they could have a good conversation that way and establish like, that ilia sees how good yang is for blake and how happy she is and ends with the whole, catch her off guard kinda blow and tells yang that if she hurts blake again, she'll obliterate her from the face of remnant.

what RAY WANTS BC OF THE EMBER RAINBOW SHIPPER is for ilia to get the upper hand and successfully pin her down and we have a delicious moment of sexual tension where ilia's got yang's hands above her head and her weight on her hips and she just catches the way yang's eyes sparkle in the dying sunlight of the golden hour and she just can't help herself, can't stop herself from saying "so that's why." and for yang to be just as pleasantly thrown off guard - "what's why?" and at this point ilia's freckles are flaring pink, her irises following suit and - "that's why blake fell in love with you"

like ON GOD GIMMIE. YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT ILIA WOULDN'T SEE YANG AND EITHER 1) IMMEDIATELY GET JEALOUS OR 2) IMMEDIATELY AND UTTERLY FALL IN LOVE WITH HER TOO (or both? both is good)

shipping aside, i need ilia to STOP BEING FORGOTTEN ABOUT GODDAMNIT. this is just a general complaint of the fandom in general from my pov. like i dont REALLY see posts cross my dash, the ones that talk about rwby in general or rwby v10 specifically, it's like. ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT ILIA FOR A SECOND??? like y'all wanna see everyone react to the bees being in a relationship and YOU FUCKING FORGET ILIA?!?!?! THE LITERAL FIRST ON SCREEN CANONICALLY CONFIRMED LESBIAN??? AND NOT ONLY THE FIRST ON SCREEN CANONICALLY CONFIRMED LESBIAN, BUT HER LESBIANISM WAS CANONIZED BY HAVING HER LITERALLY CONFESS TO BLAKE'S FUCKING FACE THAT SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER!!!!! I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! IT'S RIGHT THERE!!! WHY ARE WE SLEEPING ON ILIA AMITOLA?!?!?!!?

anyway. i had to get that out of my system apparently LMAO

so where else do i want to go with this??? i mean there's so much i could say, how i want rainbow bees to actually happen bc im greedy but i love the story they told with the bees already so i don't see that happening in all seriousness (and shoehorning ilia into the bees relationship feels like a disservice to the growth the bees went through together so i GET that but i just think it would be NEAT. blake has two hands, yadda yadda and all that)

i could talk about how i want canon to reveal that ilia was actually blake's first kiss because that would be so much better than the implied fact that adam canonically was, and that just makes my skin crawl, so to have it be ilia would be DELIGHTFUL to say the least.

i could talk about how i want ilia and weiss to be an endgame couple, if nothing else for the fact that a) it would be great for weiss' growth arc, ending up with a faunus -- but not only JUST any faunus, to have one that was SO detrimentally impacted by her father's dust empire, and to heal that hurt together and have those journeys weave together in the end. and b) i just want to be greedy again and tie ilia to a main character bc it will mean we will get to see her more than just for a few minutes every so often.

i COULD also talk about how there's a great idea to have emerald and ilia end up together because, similar villian redemption arcs, opposing colour scheme, similar unrequited love type situations. it's just RIFE for a great set up and that would be great.

i COULD talk about so many things related to ilia fucking amitola and rwby v10 but i think i've definitely said quite a lot of things already, so i'll just cut it off here skghsdfkghdfg thank u for ur time and attention if u have made it this far and have enjoyed or even just slightly made sense of my ramblings

*gets off amitola soapbox*

[theslay3d]

Heey! It's me again to ask for more Alex hehe. So, how would be if the reader get seriously injured in a battle after protecting Alex? Like, they would be bleeding in front of she/he, and then trying to confess through a kiss, because they don't want to risk dying without doing it, but everything turn out right, with reader getting healed in time to wake after some time out. Thanks <3

Alex Fierro x Reader

Gender: Neutral

Warnings: wounds

Word count: 820

A/N we are not gonna fact check me on wounds because yeah. Anyway i hope you enjoy!!! i love writing for alex

You were running around trying to find your friends or well one specific one. What happened was that you along with many others had to go on a quest. No surprise there but after you all found a place to rest monsters along with some other demigods started to fight you all. At some point you got separated from Alex and were now trying to find her. 

Instead you stumbled across Magnus. 

“Where's Alex?” You asked immediately

“I think i saw her over there last time” He pointed toward your right and then quickly left to go fight another monster. 

You ran to where he pointed and noticed Alex using her garrote wire on a monster. She sliced the monster's head and stumbled off. 

“Alex!” 

Her head snapped to you and you both ran toward each other. There was blood all over her shirt and you weren't sure if it was hers or others. 

“Hey you ok?” Alex asked after she grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hidden area. 

“I'm fine are you?” 

Alex sighed “They got blood all over my favorite shirt”

“That's what you're worried about?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes” 

You laughed a little and you both took in a breath. Maybe you should confess now? Alex didn't know that you liked her but this time seems better than any. 

Before you could speak up you noticed a demigod behind her with a bow. An arrow notched in, aimed right at her back.

You shoved her out of the way and the arrow hit you. You didn't feel it at first but then a blinding pain came and you stumbled back against a wall. 

You could faintly hear Alex scream your name. You slowly went down against the wall as you saw threw blurry vision that the demigod who shot you ran away. 

Alex stumbled to you and put her hands on the wound. 

“We need to keep pressure until Magnus comes Magnus he can heal you” She mumbled to herself as if she was reassuring herself

“I-its ok Alex it doesn't hurt” 

“Don't lie” Alex said as she took a deep breath.

“I'm not” And you weren't. You didn't feel the pain. You knew you might die as you weren't in Valhalla. 

Alex continued to press on the wound and keep pressure. 

“Your’re not dying” 

You smiled. Maybe you should just confess now instead of dying with the secret.

“A-alex i need to tell you something” 

“No, tell me after when you're fine” Alex shook her head.

“There may not be an after Alex please” 

Alex closed her eyes but nodded for you to continue.

“You know I've a-always liked you a lot.” 

Her eyes snapped open and stared into yours. 

You leaned forward as much as you could and kissed her. She kissed back and you broke apart after a few seconds. 

“At least i've done that” 

Alex laughed with a few tears in her eyes that she refused to let fall. 

“Your gonna be fine Y/n” 

“Sure..” Your eyes drooped as you said it but you kept them open.

“Magnus!!” Alex screamed as your eyes finally closed. 

Magnus must have been near as he immediately came and ran to you both. 

He dropped right beside you and moved Alex's hands and replaced them with his own 

“Heal them”  Alex demanded. 

Magnus nodded and quickly assessed what happened. An arrow was still in your stomach so he gently pulled it out hoping you were still unconscious. 

You stayed still so he finally got the arrow out. 

He held his hands over the wound and let the magic flow through his veins. His hands glowed and Alex could see the wound close. 

After the wound closed Alex stayed there and asked “Is it over?”

“Yes it's done we need to get them back to Valhalla” 

Alex nodded then watched Magnus pick you up and bring you to the rest of the group. 

Luckily a door into Vallhalla was only a few miles away. 

They finally got you there and put you in your room. The healing would happen more quickly now that you were in Valhalla.

“You can leave Magnus, I'm gonna stay here” Alex said as she moved a chair next to your bed. 

“Ok just come and get me if anything happens” Magnus turned to leave and then shut the door behind him. 

After a few hours Alex was gonna leave to go to her room until she saw your eyes open. 

“Y/n are you ok?” 

You groaned and tried to sit up. Alex helped and put some pillows behind your back. 

“I'm fine. Sore but fine” 

It was silent for a few minutes until Alex spoke up “So you like me?” She teased with a smirk on her face. 

“Shut up” You rolled your eyes at her. 

She smirked again but kept quiet. Maybe almost dying was worth it. 

[penname-artist]

My first vent was way too rambly, so I'll spare you guys a lot of extra long stories:

You might have noticed, in my Ao3: I'm cutting back on my amount of writing, almost full-stop right now.

It's not because I want to. It's because I physically cannot write right now. My hands will not the words make the stories happen.

Why?

People.

It's always fuckin people, coming in, ruining all the good things in the world, y'know?

No but seriously...it's people, in the sense that I've lost a lot of friends recently, and gained many more people on my List of Blocked, Blurry Faces.

Three more in the last six months, actually. Some pretty big ones too. People I really cared about. People I really wanted to believe cared about me, too. But actions and events in the past have made it clear that is no longer the case. There is nothing more for me now, in those empty places.

And the grief of losing people over and over again, over such stupidly small things, over such basic needs...it's overwhelming. The amount of grief I already spent the last two-ish years processing, finally at a point where I can live normally again, just for more shit to hit the fan the moment I've cleaned the living room carpet.

It's really starting to take its toll. It's getting harder and harder to want to write, to want to be around and present and a part of the show. Even just a conversation. When I know that it will keep ending in closing curtains. I will keep having bridges to burn down, whether or not I want to.

I'm not entirely done from it all. Not yet, anyways. There's more I still want to do.

But...I know it's getting nearer to me. The end of this season, my near-decade clinging to this fandom like a ship in the storm, sailing from one disaster to the next.

The smoke from all these fallen bridges is making it hard to breathe from the top of the hill.

There's some good news though, like a little light at the end of a long tunnel. There are new opportunities beginning to emerge, areas that feel scary and new, but also tantalizing, exciting. My optimism is compromised and quiet, but it does compel me, this new thing.

But, until I can get out of the cautious stage, I am suffering in the ways of my passions and hobbies. Writing is very hard. Art is very strenuous, too. I have so many things I can't do right now because they're just not enough of a priority at this point in time.

So in all this, really I'm only asking you the reader for your patience, which thus far I've been so thankful to have. I'm in a state of metamorphosis right now, shedding one form and waiting for the other, and I don't know how long this new process will take me. But it is going, for it is inevitable.

One day, I won't post Planes things very much anymore. One day they'll be very few and far between. But right now, I'm riding the wave, trying to wait out the growing pains, and giving myself the time I need to just...be. And to stop being what I should be, and start being what I want to be.

Which is a cool yet approachable goth-hippie that FINALLY lands a goddamn date

This has been my 1 AM ramble. Thank you for coming to my Pen Talk.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

ILL REQUEST IT FOR YOU! I saw the upcoming fics list and then I remembered you wanted to write for adam. So can I request that? :DD

- Health :DD

Let it out

I've really come full circle with this duo. When I initially watched the anime, I really didn't like them. Like Nagisa I felt indifferent about, but I felt like Eichi levels of hatred towards Ibara and now look at me xD. He might be a snake, but he's my snake 💖 And Nagisa is also my silly 'lil scrunkly 💖

Anyways, ty for requesting them. I'm sending you a platonic kiss <3

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Nagisa x Ibara (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Ibara

Ler: Nagisa

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was like any other day at the CosPro's offices. Nagisa was admiring his shiny rock collection, feeling a sense of joy from just observing them. While Ibara was working on some documents.

He looked over to the vice-president and thought to himself... He's always working so hard, does he ever catch a break to smile and enjoy the things in life? Probably not, he always looks like such a grump.

"I can feel you staring at me, is there something on your mind?" asked Ibara as he turned around to look at his partner.

"Mm... do you ever smile? Genuinly, I mean. I can't recall ever seeing such a happy expression on your face before".

"Well, why should I? It's not like I gain anything from smiling".

Ah, of course. He should've expected an answer like that. Ibara wasn't one to indulge in things that seemed useless for his success

"I guess that's true. Still, it would be nice to see what you look like when you're happy".

Ibara only shrugged as he directed his attention back to his work. Nagisa then got lost in thought, thinking... How could he make such a stubborm man smile? He then thought of his other unitmates. Whenever Jun seemed very grumpy, Hiyori would tickle him to get him to smile and laugh. And that's when the real question dawned on Nagisa, is Ibara even ticklish?

He wasn't one to be open to physical touch so he couldn't tell. Well... there's only one way to truly find out.

Nagisa then got up, heading over to his partner. Before Ibara could question him, Nagisa gave his sides a firm squeeze, but the redhead only looked at him with the same serious expression he always wore.

"Ibara, are you ticklish?".

"So that's what this is about..." Ibara muttered under his breath. "Sorry to dissapoint, but I've been trained to withstand these forms of torture. So don't expect me to crack so easily" said Ibara with a smirk, as if he were trying to challenge him.

"Is that so..." Nagisa pondered for a moment, maybe he had been going at this the wrong way. He didn't want to torture him obviously, just wanted to see him smile and hopefully laugh. And not the usual teasy smirk either, but a soft, genuine smile. If he was immune to these rougher touches, maybe a softer approach would get him to crack...?

Ibara rolled his eyes at him as he went back to work, but he seemed to underestimate Nagisa's determination, or maybe it was stubborness... He suddenly felt a finger softly flick down the back of his neck.

"H-hey! Stop that...!" Ibara turned back to glare at him, trying to scold his partner. But the oh so soft blush forming om his cheeks made it hard for Nagisa to take him seriously. If anything, this just fueled him to keep going.

Once Ibara turned back around, he dragged a finger down his spine, watching as his partner shivered and tried to arch away from the touch. Nagisa's ears perked up as he heard what seemed to be... a giggle?

"Hngh-" well more like a huff of air, but he was finally getting somewhere.

"So you're back and neck are sensitive to lighter touches" said Nagisa as he kept tracing down his spine, then back up again, all the way up to his neck, and then back down again. Going as slowly and as softly as he could, it almost felt like a ghost touching him.

He had to admit, it was pretty funny watching Ibara trying so hard to stay still, only to keep shivering and letting out soft grunts to try to cover up the giggles that were starting to bubble up in his chest.

"Were you also trained to withstand teasing?" Nagisa asked with his usual stoic voice, but a soft, teasy smirk made it's way unto his lips. Making Ibara feel even more unsettled.

"D-don't be riHIdiculous-".

. . .

Suddenly the room went quiet. Ibara looking absolutely mortified by the embarrassing sound that escaped his lips, and all it took was for Nagisa to wander his curious fingers to the back of his ribs.

"So your ribs are a good spot, it seems" the white haired male mentioned as he kept softly poking and prodding at the sensitive bones.

Nagisa's nonchalant comments made Ibara feel even more flustered. He was so casual about this whole encounter and it was really getting under his skin.

"Gyah-" Ibara quickly slapped a hand up to his mouth, jolting at each touch Nagisa sent to his sensitive ribcage. "S-stop it...!" he said through gritted teeth.

"Hmm... I'll stop once you let me hear your laugh" Nagisa then started tracing down his sides, drawing random patterns with his fingertips.

It looked like Ibara had finally reached his limit as he burried his head against his arms, trying his best to muffle the giggles that started spilling out of him. "Mhmhmhm..." his body lightly shook at each ticklish sensation. Even though he couldn't see his expression well, Nagisa was overjoyed to had finally achieved his goal of getting him to laugh.

As much as he would've loved to hear his laughter more clearly, he didn't want to make him uncomfortable so he softly brought his fingers to a stop. Ibara gasped for breath as his body slumped down, as if he had endured the workout of a lifetime.

"Are you okay, Ibara?".

He softly nodded, before clearing his throat "D-don't tell the others about this".

"I won't... if you promise to let me do it again~" Nagisa smirked at him as Ibara's cheeks got tinted pink again at the comment. He grumbled under his breath, but the look on his face made it seem like he wasn't so opposed to the idea. After all, he didn't even bother to fight back.

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Man writing lee Ibara was such a struggle, but I love him so it was worth it. Let my boy feel genuine joy 💖💖💖

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I know you are probably really busy right now, but if you find the time, can I request a drabble of Jake taking care of a wasted Kauri? (Oh and please no / as little as possible angst. I feel like you are known for taking comfort requests and making them heartbreaking)

I love that my reputation leads to asks that try to keep me from burying you all in angst. I'm sorry! I can't help it, the angst flows through me! No worries, though! I will do my best.

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"Come on. Drink the water, Kauri."

Kauri giggles, his hair hanging soaked in sweat and glimmering with speckles of glitter over his forehead and eyes. He's nearly limp, but when Jake tips the bottle to his lips he opens his mouth, swallows obediently. Water runs out the corners and trickles down each side of his throat, soaking into the neckline of his tank top. "I fucked a guy who looks like you in a bathroom at th' bar," He slurs, his head flopping to one side.

The world spins around him, just the right side of dizzy, and he watches Jake's face turn red, how he looks away. It strikes Kauri as funny all over again, and he keeps laughing, reaching up to slide his hands behind Jake's neck, fingers interlocked.

"Kauri-" Jake reaches up and pulls Kauri's hands back down, one at a time.

"He was s'big," Kauri whispers, as if telling a secret. "Everywhere except where I wanted him t'be. Are you... Are you big ever'where?"

"Kauri, stop." Jake feeds him more water. "Just drink this. How much did you drink tonight?"

"Dunno. Enough." Kauri pauses, and then a flicker of pain grips him, somewhere near his heart. The hilarity of it all seems suddenly, starkly sad instead. "Not enough. I dunno. Enough so I could-... could go in there with the guy, enough-... enough that I wasn't scared, not enough to forget-... He touched my n-neck and-"

"Sssshhhh, hey, it's okay. I got you, Kaur. I got you." Jake holds him close, letting Kauri curl up against him in the narrow, cramped backseat of Jake's shitty old four-door. "Did he hurt you?"

"No," Kauri says, and Jake pulls a rough blanket up over the two of them. The bass from the music thumps right through the walls and into the parking lot. Kauri's head feels suddenly heavy, overfull of thoughts, the dizziness shifting to discomfort. "He didn't. I w-wanted him to, but then I didn't and I said stop and he-"

"Did he stop?" Jake asks, voice lower than ever. Kauri hears the careful way he keeps himself calm, knows the anger that is kindling, ready to burn inside him. "Kauri? When you asked-"

"He stopped," Kauri says. He breathes in Jake's skin at his neck, smells shower gel, laundry soap, and deodorant and the underlying scent of Jake's skin. "He stopped."

"Good. Good, he should, he should if you say... Fuck. I got you, Kauri." Jake slides arms around him and holds him. He's warm and solid, and Kauri's eyes drift closed, heavy as stones tied to ankles underwater. "I've always got you."

"I know. S'why I call. I know you'll come get me. Even if you're mad. Are-..." Kauri clears his throat. "Are you mad at me?"

Jake is quiet, and one hand rubs up and down Kauri's back. "Nah. Mad at all the shit that happened to you, and kind of pissed that you feel like you have to run from it like this, but not mad at you. I'd rather take care of your drunk ass than study for finals anyway."

Kauri smiles, eyes closed. "My drunk very attractive ass," He corrects, slurring from sleepiness now more than the alcohol still in his veins. "It's a good ass, Jake."

"I'm sure it is," Jake replies, voice slightly dry.

"You can touch it if you want-"

"Kauri, seriously-"

"Okay, okay. Okay okay okay." He giggles again, soft this time, hardly more than a whisper. "Can I sleep in your car?"

"No, but you can sleep at the house. Let me get you back there."

"Nooooooo," Kauri twists his fingers into the fabric of Jake's t-shirt. "Like it here better."

"Your back's gonna feel like shit in the morning if you sleep like this."

"So's everything else. Don't care. Just... Just stay here with me for a while, okay? Before we go back. Just... Just stay with me like this."

Jake takes a deep breath, and then he lets his arm slide loosely around Kauri's stomach. His breath is warm on Kauri's scalp as he relaxes, shifting the glitter still lingering in wild black curls. "Yeah, okay. Just for an hour though."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

[multifandoms27-blog]

Hello! I would like to request Ling Yao x female s/o who gets sick with a fever or stomach flu even though she insists she’s fine (she is indeed, not fine)? Thank you!

Yeah!! I just got over COVID last week, so I can relate in the "I say I'm fine but I'm really not" department. (am good now tho dw)

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Content: Fem reader as ststed above <3

Warnings: Detailed symptoms (no like, puking or anything)

Notes: I was so finished to finishing this three times and my entire computer decided to refresh. That, and I've been doing a bunch of graduation prep stuff as of late, and I finally graduated yesterday.

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(Y/n) coughed as she laid on her back, making her quickly switch to her side. Her stomach was churning, threatening to put up whatever she consumed, liquid or solid. She groaned as she clutched her stomach, trying not to dry heave.

Her phone dinged, making her head throb with the sound. Without looking at her phone, she turned off the ringer and closed her eyes. Hopefully that would ease the throbbing. At least she could breathe through her nose still.

Coughing once again, she felt her head throb with every cough that racked her body. She sighed after the coughing fit, hoping to get a nap in. Her coughing had woken her up all throughout the night. As her throat started to ease from the pain of coughing so much, her body finally started to succumb to sleep.

That was, until Ling's ringtone began to scream from her phone. She sighed, feeling the throb in her head intensify as the ringtone persists. Rolling over, she grabbed the phone and answered.

"Hello...?" (Y/n)'s voice was raspy, and cracked a little bit from not using it in a while.

"Honeyyy~! Why haven't you been answering me?" (Y/n) could practically hear Ling's pout over the phone.

"Sorry, Ling, uh..." She didn't wanna tell him she was sick, he'd start fussing over her. "I've just been busy."

"Busy with what? And why does your voice sound like that?"

"Sound like what?" Her voice cracked.

"Like that! It sounds all weird, and you didn't answer my question! What're you busy with?"

"My voice doesn't sound weird, Ling."

She could hear him whine. She sighs again. "Why did you whine, Ling?"

"Because you're not using any nickname!"

"...Sorry, sweetheart. I'm just very busy, okay?"

"Too busy to respond to me?"

"Yeah, 'm sorry." She mumbled, half asleep.

Ling whined again, then gasped. "I'll just come over, then!"

"What? No. Ling, I'm busy. I need to-" She went through another coughing fit. "Shit- sorry swee-"

She was interrupted by her own coughing, it being so loud she didn't hear Ling hanging up the phone. Or, at least, she didn't realize until her coughing fit was over. She sighed and got up, deciding to take medicine again.

"There's no doubt he heard me coughing...he's gonna show up..."

And she was right. Some time later, Ling pounded on the door. The pounding rang through her already throbbing head. She sighed and yelled through the door as best as she could.

"Ling! Please stop!"

"Sweetheart, please open the door! You don't sound well!"

"I'm fine!" She yells back, feeling the pain in her head increase.

"(Y/n)," Ling spoke seriously, ceasing his pounding. "You seriously don't sound well. I heard your coughing fit- you need medicine or a doctor right away."

"Ling, I-" She coughed a little from yelling before. "I'll be okay."

"Can I just please come in? I haven't really heard from you in a few days, and I really miss you..."

Ling spoke with a saddened tone. (Y/n) thought for a moment and sighed once more, unlocking the door and opening it slightly. She was happy to finally see her boyfriend after a while.

"Can you open the door more? I wanna kiss you..."

"No Ling, you'll get sick..."

"So you are sick. Good thing I brought medicine!" Ling held up a grocery bag.

"Ah-! I'm not sick!" (Y/n) fumbled.

Ling pushed past her anyway, and in her weakened state, she couldn't do anything to stop him. Opting to follow her boyfriend into her kitchen, she watched for a second as he took out the items in the bag, placing them on your counter.

(Y/n) hissed as her head continued to throb, so she reached for a glass. Ling snatched it from her hand, kissed her head and filled up the glass with water.

"Drink this, then I'll get you to bed."

"I'm not sick, Ling..." (Y/n) downed the glass of water.

"Sure you aren't." He took the glass and placed it upside down in the sink, then gently guiding his girlfriend back to her bed.

"Ling..."

"I want to hear no argument, okay?" Ling kissed her forehead as she laid down. "I love you~! I'm off to make you some soup."

With that, Ling turned and left out the door. (Y/n) sighed, then smiled, snuggling into her blankets and closing her eyes. Maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all, if Ling was by her side.

[liesyousoldme]

Throwback Thursday

rules: post something from an old work, maybe a wip you never finished or a passage you really love from a published fic!

I was tagged by @sibylsleaves @loveyourownsmiilee and @prettyboyandthekid

This is a fic that I've been telling myself I'll get around to finishing for.... A While.... and honestly, I ran out of steam with it and didn't quite know how to write what I wanted to happen. It's been in my google docs titled "the abby fic", and all I knew was I wanted an AU where Abby showed back up and actually wants to start things up again with Buck, but she's 4 years late because Eddie is not about to let this woman break his best friend's heart again. I wanted to show Buck choosing Eddie over Abby and I also wanted to show Buck getting legitimate closure and an apology from Abby. But I could never come up with what to actually write, and it's sat in my docs untouched for some time so I'm letting it out into the world and freeing myself once and for all of "the abby fic".

I think at this point everyone's been tagged in this but if you want to participate feel free to say I tagged you! Anyway, without further ado, The Abby Fic:

Buck could hear Eddie’s footsteps coming up the stairs and expected him to come join him on the couch so when he reached the couch and just said, “Buck,” Buck sat up, eyebrows raised. Eddie took a deep breath, looked over his shoulder briefly like he was afraid someone was behind him listening, and then crouched down to Buck’s level.

“Buck,” he said, keeping his voice quiet. “Someone’s downstairs for you. I think – I think it’s Abby.”

Buck’s heart fell into his stomach as soon as the words left Eddie’s mouth.

“Um. What?”

“Yeah, she – she said she was looking for you, and I didn’t know who she was but she asked me how long I’ve been here and I told her, and she said that was how long she’d been gone, and like, I remember enough to know she was a redhead, and –“

Buck stood, slowly making his way to the loft railing. He spotted her immediately; her back was to him but he’d recognize her anywhere.

Holy fuck. Almost four years. Abby was back.

He must’ve been standing and staring for a long time because suddenly Eddie was right beside him, nudging him with his elbow.

“You don’t have to go down there, you know,” he said softly. His face was turned toward Buck, but Buck couldn’t stop staring down at the woman who had left him. “You don’t owe her shit. I can tell her –“

“I’ll talk to her,” Buck said with finality, and that was the moment she turned and looked up. Her face lit up with a smile at the sight of him, and Buck awkwardly waved.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

Buck slowly started walking toward the stairs, Eddie right beside him.

“No, I can – I can handle it. I’m – it’s been years, she probably just wants to say hello.” They stopped at the top of the stairs.

“Seriously, Buck. That woman hurt you. I’m – I just want to look out for you. We don’t pretend with each other, remember?”

Buck finally made eye contact with Eddie, whose concern was plastered across his face. “We’ll talk after, okay? And I won’t. Pretend. I won’t do that.”

Eddie regarded him seriously for a long moment, as though searching his face for a lie, and when he found nothing he huffed out a sigh – Buck would almost consider it annoyed – and took a step back. “Alright. After. I’ll be here.”

Buck patted Eddie’s shoulder and then made his way down the stairs, heart beginning to beat a little bit faster as he got closer to the source of his first real heartbreak.

“Hi, Buck.” Her voice sounded the same. Her glasses were different, and her hair was maybe a shade darker than it had been before, but she was still Abby. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by. I didn’t want – Well, I didn’t want this to just be a phone call. Letting you know that I’m back.”

Buck’s tongue felt glued to the top of his mouth, her words spinning in his brain.

When it was clear Buck wasn’t going to speak she continued on, her words a little more rushed. “Not that it wouldn’t have been – I don’t know, romantic. To come full circle; to start it all again with a phone call. But I wanted –“

“Um,” Buck interrupted. He swallowed thickly. “Listen, Abby, not that it’s not – not great to see you or anything, but I’m – I’m working, right now. We could get a call any minute –“

“Of course!” She nodded, hands waving around like she didn’t know what to do with them. “I was hoping we could make plans for when you’re not working.”

Buck opened his mouth to answer, but his brain froze. What was his answer? Had she used the word romantic? What was happening here – did she want to catch up? Apologize for ghosting him? …Go on a date with him?

The alarms began to blare, and Buck let out a sigh of relief. “Sorry,” he said, shrugging, jogging backward toward the truck. “My number’s still the same if you want to – to – to text me, or whatever. To make – to make plans.”

He couldn’t hear her response as he climbed into the truck but she looked disappointed, standing in place until they pulled out onto the street.

“Was that Abby?” Hen asked, astonished. “What the hell is she doing here?”

“Looking for Buck,” Eddie said shortly, before Buck could open his mouth.

“She said she wanted to see me again in person, instead of on the phone, to… Talk? I don’t really – I don’t really know what she wanted. I think she’s – I think she’s back. She wants to meet up.”

Hen’s eyebrows raised, and Eddie huffed and shook his head.

“So what are you gonna do, Buckaroo?” Chimney asked.

Buck sighed, sinking into his seat. “I have no idea.”

Eddie was huffy the rest of the day, which left Buck annoyed. He hadn’t been able to give Eddie much more than I don’t know when they tried to talk about the Abby thing, which seemed to piss Eddie off. They didn’t speak much until they found themselves in the locker room after their shift, changing into their civvies, nothing louder than Eddie’s pointed silence.

“Would you at least say what you’re thinking, instead of stomping around pouting at me all day?” Buck finally snapped.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I just thought this would’ve been an easier decision for you is all.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Buck, Abby literally left you thinking she’d come back for you, while she went off fucking other guys through Europe and ghosting you! You shouldn’t even be considering this!”

“I don’t even know what she actually wants,” Buck argued, bristling at the reminder of what Abby had done.

“She used the word romantic, Buck,” Eddie reminded him. “You know what she wants.”

Buck bit his lip and lowered his eyes. “You don’t understand, you – I mean – what would you do? If you got one last conversation with Shannon? Wouldn’t you want that? Even if just for the closure?”

“And that’s what you want?” Eddie asked. “All you want? Closure?”

Buck opened his mouth to answer but closed it again, stomach twisting.

“See? God, you actually – you’re actually going to get back with her, aren’t you?”

That wasn’t fair; Eddie knew how lonely Buck felt sometimes and yeah, maybe Abby had left. But Maddie had left, too, and he accepted her when she came back. Why should he treat Abby any differently? It shouldn’t matter that she left anymore, what should matter is that she came back.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Eddie, I’ve said that multiple times. But clearly you’re only going to be okay with me doing one thing. So what, if I get back with her, will I not have you as a friend anymore?”

Eddie’s jaw ticked, and Buck could feel his anger as he spewed Buck’s own words back at him. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, Buck.”

Buck slammed his locker door closed, fumbling his car keys in his hand as he shoved past Eddie to exit the locker room. It was only then he realized Hen and Chim had been staring at them wide eyed from the other side of the glass, but he couldn’t find it in himself to feel anything about it when all he could feel was betrayal from his best friend. He stormed away, climbing into his Jeep and buckling his seatbelt before he let himself take a deep breath. He felt the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes and he wiped them away before they could fall. He felt the anger rise in his chest and smacked his open palms against the steering wheel, trying to let out the agitation before he released himself on LA traffic.

“You can’t make this decision if you’ve had more than one glass of wine, so for the sake of Future You, you’re getting water after this.”

“Maddie,” he whined, sipping at his wine on her couch.

“Don’t Maddie me,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’re not going to decide what to do about Abby while you’re drunk.”

“Well, I have to respond eventually,” he said, gesturing to the text he’d received over two hours ago. “And Sober Buck has no idea what to say, so maybe I need to ask Wine Drunk Buck.”

“Wine Drunk Buck has never had a good idea in his life,” Maddie said plainly, and Buck let himself fall back against the cushions of her couch. He looked at his phone again.

Hey, Buck, it was so good to see you today! Would you want to grab coffee sometime this week?

“You know what,” he said, sitting up. “I’m just going to do it. I’m just- “

His phone buzzed with a new text, and his first instinct was to handle any incoming disappoint from what was sure to be a text from Abby saying never mind, but when he looked down, it was a new message from Eddie. His heart started racing with nerves. He hadn’t even mentioned the fight to Maddie, too upset to rehash it and instead jumping straight into the Abby of it all.

Of course I’m still going to be your friend. I’ll support whatever you want to do. Sorry about today.

Suddenly a weight lifted off his shoulders, one he didn’t even realize had been there, and he found his body physically relaxing.

“What was that?” Maddie asked, and he glanced up at her. “Your entire face changed.”

Buck shrugged. “Uh, Eddie and I had a bit of – uh – a disagreement, earlier.”

Maddie’s eyebrows raised.

“But he just texted me and we’re cool again, so…”

“An argument about Abby?”

Buck sighed. “I don’t particularly want to get into it, Maddie. But his text is… enlightening.”

“Enlightening?” She repeated with a laugh. “What does that even mean?”

“I mean – I – I feel better about saying yes to Abby now,” he said, going back to his phone and returning to his message with Abby.

I’m off Tuesday afternoon, if that works for you. That coffee shop we used to go to by the dispatch center?

Abby’s reply came in quickly.

That sounds great. How about 2?

That works, see you then, he sent, then let out a loud sigh. It was only then he realized Maddie had been staring at him for a bit.

“What?”

“Did you… Was that – “ she paused, took a sip of wine, and started again. “Buck, do you feel like you need Eddie’s approval to go out with Abby?”

“No,” he said immediately, shaking his head. He didn’t need his approval, or his permission, or anything like that. “It just – it’s easier when your best friend is on board with who you’re seeing. Which – I don’t even know if that’s what this is with Abby. I don’t even know what she wants from me.”

“Okay,” Maddie said slowly, then set her wine glass down. “Okay but tell me this. If Abby does want to get back together, how are you going to respond?”

Buck swallowed thickly. He was trying not to let himself think out possibilities – he wouldn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. Not that he’s even sure he would want to be with her if that’s what she’s after, but… After being left hanging for so long, he knew it would be… Good for his soul, to learn that he wasn’t the problem. Maybe Abby really wasn’t leaving him, she was going to better herself, and now that she was better, she wanted to be with him. It would quiet so many insecurities that whispered in the back of his mind, would be a balm on the wound of being left, of believing he wasn’t good enough.

“I don’t know, Maddie,” he finally said, returning to his messages with Eddie.

I’m sorry too. I know you’re not happy about the Abby thing but I am going to meet up with her. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.

No, I want to know. I never want you to feel like you can’t talk to me.

Same here. I’m seeing her Tuesday afternoon, can I come over for dinner after?

Course, Chris will be happy to see you

He looks up at the sound of Maddie’s laughter.

“What?”

“It seems like you clearly know how you’d feel about getting back with Abby, based on that smile.”

He hadn’t realized he’d been smiling, and he immediately schooled his face into something more serious.

“I’m not even texting Abby right now,” he said, and Maddie’s smile dropped and her eyebrows raised. He felt suddenly under scrutiny he didn’t want. He didn’t want Maddie to make yet another boy crush comment about Eddie.

“Then what’s got you smiling like that?”

“I’m going to have dinner with Eddie and Chris after I see Abby,” he said, kind of quietly. “Eddie said Chris will be excited to see me.”

“Ah, so not happy about Abby,” Maddie said, picking up her wine again and taking a large gulp before smirking at him. “Happy about your son.”

Buck groaned. “You’ve got to stop calling him that.”

“Then you’ve got to stop acting like it.”

Buck sighed but didn’t answer. His relationship to Eddie and Chris was – it was theirs, and it wasn’t up for discussion, it wasn’t something to be belittled or joked about, even by Maddie.

“Anyway,” he said, standing from the couch and pocketing his phone. “I’m gonna head out.”

“Oh, Evan,” Maddie said, frowning. “Don’t leave, I’m just kidding.”

“But you’re not, is the thing,” he replied, then kissed Maddie on the head. “I’m not mad at you, I’m just leaving.”

“You’re upset,” Maddie said, standing and following him toward the door. “I’m sorry, I know it’s a sensitive subject –“

“It’s not,” he interrupted, holding up a hand. “It’s not a sensitive subject anymore and you know that. I’ve told you that.”

“Right,” she said quietly, and they stopped at the door.

“I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yeah,” Maddie agreed. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” He opened the door and headed to the Jeep, his mind racing with thoughts of Eddie, Chris, and Abby.

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter One

Aster

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

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As the new owner and supreme boss of a Yakuza syndicate in Japan, it's up to you to look after your members.

However, since you are new, you don't entirely know all of said members just yet. Sure, you've met and introduced yourself to all of them, but you have a hard time putting a name to each of their faces. To be fair, though, you do a really good job at trying. You were only induced about six months ago, but it still feels like yesterday when you and your boyfriend, Osamu, met. 

Your friends had convinced you that since you and he were only casual at the time, he probably had a girlfriend he was hiding from you. But that whole thing is a completely different story.

Now, you sit in the driver's seat of your deceased brother's car as you drive yourself to the laundromat that was previously owned by your brother's killer. Sure it's not in the best of neighborhoods, but you love it there. You even have the best manager who takes care of the place when you aren't around.

"Rhodes!" you call out to your 'I'm just here for a paycheck' manager as you step through the front door. He's quite an attractive man with long, pink hair tied in a ponytail about the same length as Asahi's hair. However, his freckles and light blue eyes make him more beautiful than handsome even despite the pout he's constantly wearing on his lips.

Rhodes steps out of the back office and groans when he sees you. "Why are you here?"

You know that look. Those red eyes give him away in an instant. Besides, he isn't typically this rude when you walk in. You shake your head as you step past him and walk into the office. It absolutely reeks of weed.

"Jesus Christ, Rhodes, you've got to get your shit together. You know you can't smoke in here! What if some cops come sniffing around? You do remember I'm part of the Yakuza, don't you?" 

"Yeah, so they're not gonna come after you. Besides, I can just say I confiscated it from some customer who was causing an issue out on the floor," he shrugs as he leans up against the door.

"And then they'll ask why you didn't call the cops," you sigh as you sit down in the chair across from the desk that's supposed to be yours. You are the owner after all.

"Because I handled it, duh. Seriously, Y/N, I've got it covered. You trust me, don't ya? So it'll be fine," he replies as he walks across the room and sits behind the desk.

"At least pass me the damn thing then," you give in as you sit up and hold out your hand to him. 

Rhodes rolls his eyes and passes you the blunt he was keeping right in the open. "When did you start smoking anyway?"

"I dunno, back in high school? I stopped though up until about six months ago," you admit as you take in a deep inhale from the weed.

"Since your brother..."

"Died and I took over as the supreme boss of a Yakuza syndicate completely out of the blue? Yeah, got a problem with that?" you smile sarcastically.

"No, no. You do you, Boss."

Again, you take a hit from the blunt. "Do me a favor and don't say anything to 'Samu, though. He'll probably kill me and you, too."

"Sure, whatever," he nods. "It's not like I care about the guy anyway. How is it going with him though? Still dating I assume."

"It's going really well," you finally smile genuinely as you let out a breath of smoke. "I love him so much. I don't know how I'd do any of this without him. He, Kita, and Atsumu help me out more than I can even say."

"Is Osamu your biggest support?" Rhodes then asks, showing interest in your life. It's quite a surprise but you don't let it show or else he might stop the conversation.

"Well, yes, but with work stuff, it's typically Kita. He's kind of like my second in command even though it isn't official," you tell him as you pass him back the weed.

"Why not?" he asks curiously as he accepts it from you.

"Why not what?" you ask, the weed already affecting your brain.

"Why don't you make him the second in command?" he repeats for you as he places the weed to his lips.

"It's complicated," you sigh. "At least, I think it is. I can't even process my position in the syndicate let alone know how to rework everyone else into new positions."

"You sound like a shitty boss," he says with a straight face.

"And you sound like a shitty employee. Didn't you lie on your resume?" you snap back.

"Touché."

"Anyway," you roll your eyes. "I love Osamu and I love being with him. I don't think I can even picture a life without him. The two of us have gotten so close over the months we've known each other. Maybe one day-"

"Stop," he interrupts. "Don't get your hopes up, girl. You are his boss, after all. Don't you think he might be hesitant because of that? I mean, I think it'd be pretty awkward for him to ask his boss's boss to marry him, don't you?"

You pause for a moment as you process his words in your fuzzy brain. "No... Osamu isn't like that. If he wants to marry me, he'd ask me."

"Whatever," he shrugs. "If you believe that, fine. You know him better than I do."

"Geez, Rhodes, why are you always like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like... like, I don't know. Forget it," you sigh.

"Y/N, I've known you for six long, grueling months, and I know you aren't very good at making decisions by yourself. You need to start being more decisive. You are a Yakuza boss, for God's sake. Probably the first female one, too, for all I know. And the boss of the best goddamn laundromat in the entire red-light district!"

"There are other laundromats in the-"

"Dammit, Y/N, I was trying to compliment you but now you're making me forget what I was saying... Look, if you love this guy like you say you do, make the move yourself. If you want Kita as your second in command, do it! You're the fucking boss. You get to do what you want, Y/N!"

Your smile probably looks so ridiculous through your red, glossy eyes. "I knew it was the right thing to hire you," you sigh dreamily.

Rhodes smiles back fakely. "I'm glad, too, because I was so over the whole sex-for-money scene. I mean, it paid better and I do the same amount of work here as I did under some desperate slob... but I like it here. It's quiet."

"Quiet?" you repeat. "What about the customers?"

Rhodes shrugs off your comment. "They mind their own business. Don't really like to talk. We are in the wrong side of town, after all, boss."

"Fine, fine. That does make sense I suppose. Anyway, I think I will go talk to Kita and think about what you said regarding Osamu," you nod as you stand up from your seat.

"You're welcome," he says as he tilts his head to the side and grins, closing his eyes. "But if you're really like to thank me you could show your appreciation by giving me a raise."

"Didn't you just say how little work you do around here?" you shake your head as you reach into your pocket and hand him a white envelope with his check inside. "Dream on."

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[xddaengx]

for part 5 of play along do u think that u could do a dokyeom x jeonghan mix ? like dokyeom is shy and would feel comfortable with the member he's closest with

So, since posting the last chapter - I have finally managed to figure out the order of who I am posting and the main theme of their chapter - so I will instead offer you DK x Reader x Jeonghan drabble.

"The two of you really need to stop with the bets." You huff, looking over to the two boys sitting on the couch beside your arm chair.

"But this one is important." Seokmin whines, shoving at the older male quickly scooting further down the couch. Jeonghan just grins, making kissy faces at the younger man, before turning towards where you sit.

"Maybe you're opinion could help us solve this argument." Jeonghan coos, your eyes moving away from the screen to look at your friend, unamused.

"What is it?" you huff, crossing your arms across your chest, watching as Jeonghan's grin grows and Seokmin fidgets in his seat. Your eyebrows furrow as you watch the two of them.

"You can't seriously be on about that again." You groan, your two best friends nodding slowly. "I said it last time and I'll say it again, I'm not having a threesome with the two of you." Jeonghan sighs, rubbing his hand against his fore head, before leaning forwards, motioning for you to move towards him as well.

"What if we make a bet." He says softly, and you roll you eyes, moving to lean away from him. Jeonghan moves quickly grabbing your wrist pulling you back towards him, his lips soft against your ear.

"I bet Seokmin can make you cum, before I can make myself cum." His words stop you short, your eyes dart between the two men on the couch, the disbelief obvious in your face.

"You're really that confident?" You question, Jeonghan nodding quickly, his smile returning as you pull you wrist out of his grip, looking over at the man on the other side of the couch. "I assume this is mainly his idea, but you're not off the hook." You mumble, Seokmin looking at you quickly before turning his eyes back towards the ground.

"So, what are the rules?" You ask, the two heads turning towards you quickly. "What? You can't expect to talk about having sex all the time and assume I wouldn't agree eventually." You add, watching as Jeonghan moves to say something, "We're still not going to have an actual threesome." You shut down his words watching as his face deflates.

"Fine, rules are, our lovely little Seokmin can only use his face to get you off - and I can only use my hand, whoever cums first loses." Jeonghan begins and you hold up a hand.

"But you're a well known cheater, what if you just don't jerk yourself off properly."

"I solemnly swear that my hand will not stop moving until I've cum. I guess if you two make the show worth my while, I'll come faster than you can even imagine." Jeonghan promises and you nod, still not fulling trusting the little devil.

"And what does he get out of it?" You question motioning towards a still surprised Seokmin, his eye shooting between the two of you as you talk.

Jeonghan stand from his spot on the couch, pulling you to stand with him, his hands sitting on your waist as he pulls you towards him, his lips grazing your ear as he whispers, "you."

+

+

You hands squeeze the headboard as your hips jut forwards again, Seokmin letting out a soft groan, as you continue to ride his face. Jeonghan's moans had been getting louder, you could hear the slick friction of his hand speeding up as he watched the two of you from the desk chair.

You only had to hold on for a bit longer.

"Are you sure you can breathe?" You hiss as Seokmin's hands hold your hips slowing your thrusts, sucking your clit into his mouth. You feel him nod as he lets go of your bud with a pops, taking a deep gasp of air before diving back between your folds.

"You have to be close right?" Jeonghan asks quickly - his voice obviously strained.

"So close. Just come hannie, this was a stupid bet anyway." You huff, the lack of movement driving you crazy as Seokmin takes his sweet time devouring you. You turn you head towards Jeonghan, flicking your hair out of your face, a grin rising. He was almost there, his face was red, sweat beading at his hair line, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Just come..." You whisper softly, Jeonghan's eye shooting up to meet yours. "for me." you add quietly, grinning wide as his eyes scrunch shut and his hip start pumping into his hand, the spurts of white cum signalling your victory.

"Finally." You mumble turning your attention back to the man underneath you. You feel him grin against you, before his motions become more aggressive, his teeth lightly grazing your bud before he delves his tongue inside of you. His movements, pull loud moans from you, your hands gripping the headboard tighter as your ride out the orgasm, the length causing a hard throb between your legs. You sigh once more before lifting your pelvis away from Seokmin's face.

"You two are such cheaters." Jeonghan whines, cleaning his lap with a tissue. You lift yourself away from Seokmin taking the seat next to him on the bed, trying to get your breathing to settle.

"Takes one to know one." He teases the older male, sitting up from the mattress, wiping his wet face with the towel sitting on the floor. His head turning towards you quickly. "Best meal I've had in a long time."

[one-sad-human]

•Pinky Promises• Steven Adler

Pairing: Steven Adler x Reader, Axl Rose x Sibling! Reader

Requested? Yup! By an anon

Theme: Angst(?) to fluff

Warnings: Language, sexual references but nothing explicit

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Fic 1 of 2! Hope you enjoy! Also, the makeout near the end gets sorta hot and it was pretty fun to write? Like I’m considering exploring into writing smutter pieces. I didn’t want to originally because I thought I’d cringe all the way through and hate the result but I might try it out in the near future. Nothing too crazy but it’s something for me to think about.

     You step off of the large bus, your combat boots hitting the ground as you adjust the bag slung over your shoulder. It's stuffed to the brim with whatever you threw in, you're surprised the zipper did burst.

     You take a deep breath of the LA air. It's hot and humid and despite the thick air pollution, you can breath easier than you did in Indiana.

     You grew up in Lafayette, Indiana with your older half-brother William. You were raised in the hellish house with your shared father, which you finally managed to escape.

     William left right at eighteen. He tried taking you with him, but you didn't want him to be charged with kidnapping and have the cops on his ass. Now, two years and your father's stolen wallet later, you're finally in the city of dreams.

     "Will!" You yell out, spotting your redheaded other half.

     "Y/N!" He mocks, catching your figure in a crushing hug. He's taller than you, so you have to stand on your tippy toes during the embrace. "Thank God you're alright."

     "I'm fine, I'm happy to finally see you again," you say, a huge grin on your face. "How's the band? Everything going well?"

     "Well enough," he says with a shrug, grabbing your heavy bag and slinging it around his shoulder. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the guys. You already know Izzy of course, but the rest of them."

     The walk to the 'hell house' as Will had called it is filled with catching up. He made sure to keep in contact with you, but the phone calls were always short. It felt nice to have a full length conversation in person with your brother again.

     "Welcome home," Will says, leading you into the house. You grimace when you catch a whiff of stale beer and weed.

     "You seriously live here? This place should be condemned," you say with disgust.

     "And then where would we live?" The oh-so familiar voice of Will's best friend meets your ears. You whip around and fly into his arms.

     "Jeffery! I missed you so much! You really should've tried calling, you ass!" You exclaim. Izzy rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, patting your back during the hug.

     "Who's this?" Another man enters the living room— if that's what it should even be called. He's blonde, taller than you but shorter than the other two men in the room. He has kind eyes and the smile he has on his handsome face leaves you speechless.

     "U-uh, hi. I'm Y/N," you say after a moment of shameless gawking. If he noticed, he doesn't mention it.

     "Oh that's right! Axl talks a lot about you! I'm Steven," he says and bounds up to you, catching your hand in a shake. You don't question who the hell 'Axl' is, but you smile stupidly at him and bite your lip with a blush staining your face.

     "No," Will says, glaring at the cute blonde you've taking an immediate liking to. "Absolutely not."

     "William!" You squeak out, pinching his shoulder harsher. He yelps and swats your hand away. Will glares further at you as he ushers you up the creaky stairs to your room. "Nothing happened! And who the fuck is 'Axl'?"

     "I saw how you were looking at him! I'm not naive, Y/N. You were giving him the 'fuck me' eyes! And me, everyone calls me Axl here." You give him a look. "Except you, of course. You can call me Will."

     You don't give him another word as he leads you to your bedroom. He was the one who didn't have a roommate before, and he'd have to share with Slash now but he was determined to give you your privacy.

     "This is the only room with a working lock, use it. Especially when your changing! Three horny men in a house with one you isn't a good combo." You make a face and shake your head, but you can't really tell if he's being overprotective or if his band mates really are pigs.

     "Are you not including Izzy?"

     "Please, he's the only smart one besides me. He knows I'll rip him a new one." You laugh and give Will another hug.

     "I've really missed hanging out with you like this, and thank you for letting me stay here." He nods and rubs your back.

     "No problem, we have each other's backs, always." You nod and release your bother from the hug. "One rule though: no hooking up with the guys. One time thing or not, you don't know them like I do, I won't let you get hurt. So don't even try anything with Steven!"

     "Even if it's nothing sex?" Will levels you with a look that would make you sweat if you were anyone else. You sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine! I promise."

     "Pinky promise?" He asks, holding out his pinky finger. You shake your head but comply anyway, hooking your pinky on his.

     "Wow, bringing out the big guns, pinky promises," you tease.

     "Bitch," he mumbles. You gasp sarcastically.

     "Asshole!" You reply. William takes his leave with another slew of insults under his breath but none to be taken seriously and all with a smile. You shut your door after him and lay on your bed, content with how things are finally beginning to look up.

If you knew where you would be in just a few months of living with your brother and his band, you never would've agreed to the naive promise Will had forced on you. You think back to the day with a frown.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Steven asks, pecking your bare shoulder as he lays behind you on your bed. You both lay naked and damp with sweat, glowing from the moonlight streaming in the room.

"William," you say with a sigh.

"We just had sex and your thinking of your brother? Should I be worried about you?" Steven asks teasingly. You fight the smile growing on your face and lightly pinch the his arm tightly wrapped around you. He never fails to make you laugh.

"I just feel bad keeping this a secret from him." You turn around to be face to face with Steven. "It's been months of sneaking around. I'm always nervous we'll get caught together or I'll blurt it out to him."

"Then why don't we just tell him?"

"Do you want to die! Steven, honestly, do you have a death wish?"

"No, but—"

"Then we can't tell my brother we're together. He'll murder you, and then probably me one he finds out how long I've been lying to him," you say and move your head in the crook of Steven's neck.

"Then we can be together in the afterlife!" Steven folds his arms around you even tighter. "Seriously though, we can't lie to him forever. We've been together for six months already, surely he'll see how much we care about each other and not want to kill us."

"Yeah, maybe," you say halfheartedly and close your eyes, finally letting yourself fall asleep.

The next night, Guns has a gig at the Whiskey A-Go Go. The ritual goes like it has been, they play the gig, you wait for Will to get drunk, and you and Steven sneak out to the back of the club to make out and maybe get felt up a bit before returning like nothing happened.

It isn't different this time. Steven's hands leave your skin ablaze as he lets them wander down your sides and up your thighs. His lips don't leave yours, even as he squeezes your ass and you let out a moan. He grins on your mouth and presses his pelvis up to your stomach.

His mouth leaves yours to press feather light kisses to your cheek before trailing down your jaw and onto your neck, where he sucks nips at. You have to press a hand to your mouth to stay quiet.

"Don't leave marks," you remind him through batted breath.

"I won't," he reassures and silences you with a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before returning his attack on your neck.

You hear footsteps fast approaching, but as quickly as you hear them, Steven is ripped away from you. He's slammed into the brick wall next to you harshly and groans. You jump away and gasp.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" William asks, his voice lower than usual. His green eyes dark and downright scary.

"Will! Let him go, come on. Stop fucking around, you didn't have to slam him into a wall," you say, but your shaky voice falls on deaf ears as Will doesn't move. Your hands grasp at his arm and try to yank him away from Steven, but he's stronger and taller than you and doesn't budge, he just keeps his eyes focused on Steven.

"Nothing!" He squeaks out. Even in the dark, his kiss bruised lips and flushed red face is obvious.

"'Nothing?' That's why you were ten seconds away from fucking Y/N?" Will asks.

"William stop it! You're scaring me! Leave him alone!" You push him again and this time, he relents. Will paces and runs his hand through his red locks while you rush to make sure Steven is ok.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Steven mutters and presses a kiss to your brow to comfort you, sending you a smile when he pulls away. He keeps his hands on your arms and rubs circles with his thumbs.

"How long has this been going on?" Will asks, crossing his arms as he finally stops his pacing.

"Six months..." Steven says nervously. William scoffs and shakes his head. "But it isn't just fucking around! I love them, Ax. Really."

You smile bashfully, biting your lip to try and contain it. You knew you felt strongly for Steven and that he returned the feelings, but you haven't outright said you loved each other— until know of course.

Will stays silent for a few beats, staring contemplative at Steven. He finally sighs, bring a hand up to rub his temples like he has a building headache.

"Yeah? And you love him, Y/N?" He asks. You nod, reaching out to grab Steven's hand. Steven lets a grin creep on to his face. "Then I guess I can't stop you. But if you ever break their heart, I'll fucking gut you, Adler."

If Will makes Steven nervous, he doesn't show it. He gives him a salute with his puppy dog like smile before sticking out his pinky.

"I promise I'll never hurt Y/N purposely, ever." Will rolls his eyes, the irony makes him nearly groan aloud. He sucks it up anyway when he sees your hopeful expression, hooking his pinky onto Steven's.

"Don't make me regret this, Steven," Will grumbles before leaving and walking back into the crowded club. Steven lets out an exhilarated laugh and kisses you, hard.

"Told you he wouldn't kill me!" Steven exclaims, making you laugh out of surprise.

"And we don't have to sneak around anymore!" Steven kisses you again, and again and again until you're breathless.

"I'm so in love with you," he mumbles between his attack on your lips. You smile, tangling your hands in his aqua-net filled hair.

"As I am with you."

[rendevousz]

not a secret anymore

natasha romanoff x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat reveals a secret to the public when your class takes a learning journey to the tower.

requested: yes

warnings: might come off as half assed writing because this probably is one of my worst works i'm so sorry 😭😭

word count: 1681

notes: i'm so sorry i haven't been writing much, i've recently just gotten extremely busy so i had no time to sit down and write (this one was literally written between all the short breaks i had 😫) and i have a few requests piling up so i hope you guys can understand if they come later <3

"hi, y/n!" ally, an agent, greeted you as you, along with your classmates, walked through the east wing hallway of the tower. your classmates—except for peter, ned and mj— turned to look at you with confused looks.

your class was having a learning journey at the avengers tower and you had contemplated on calling in sick to avoid people who worked in the tower acknowledging you around your classmates.

you were actually an avenger—yeah, crazy—, having been rescued during one of the many avengers' hostage rescue missions few years ago. you were able to single-handedly take down a few of your captors, hence why the team took interest in you then.

now, though you had been trained enough, they decided to keep you a secret in order to protect you. lord knows how many people would try hurt you if they ever found out the avengers had a new, teenage recruit. peter was technically still safe as his alter-ego is masked so you had no choice but to only go on missions that weren't in the public eye.

you also lived in the tower so the agents and staff were undoubtedly familiar with you, some even friends with you, just like ally, who had just passed by with a wave of her hand at you before turning the corner.

"did that lady just acknowledge you?" an annoying voice spoke from beside you in a mocking tone. you gulped, not wanting to respond to flash's irrelevant question.

"hey, loser, i'm talking to you," he nudged your arm with his elbow and you held the urge to grab it and flip his whole body upside down. it's not like you couldn't—you had the skills, obviously— but it's the fact that you didn't want to get in trouble for that.

you ended up keeping quiet, like you always did whenever the boy taunted you. peter taught you to do just that. if it were up to you, flash's stupid face wouldn't even dare to show itself in front of you anymore.

speaking of peter, he was nowhere to be seen by now. you internally rolled your eyes. it had only been two minutes and they were already gone. peter was probably showing them around the place. you had no idea how your teacher didn't notice the three of them missing from your group. you were so going to kill them for ditching you and leaving you alone when they knew they were your only friends. they were also the reason why flash still had his head to this day because they'd stop you from doing anything rash. now you weren't sure if flash would be safe from your fury.

"you probably work here as a cleaner on the weekends or something, huh? that's the only way people here would know you," flash jeered. you let out a breath, trying to control your anger towards the boy.

you rolled your eyes, opting to deliberately ignore his insults and walk away instead, hoping you'll bump into those three idiots of friends of yours.

"did you just ignore me?" flash asked incredulously, as if it was a crime to ignore his annoying ass. he pulled you back by your back collar, effectively halting you in your spot.

by instinct, you grabbed his hand that was on your collar, twisting it and turning his whole body around, pinning him against the wall with his twisted arm pressed against his back. it happened in just two seconds which totally caught flash off guard, the boy groaning in pain as he begged you to let him free.

you could hear a series of gasps from all around you and you internally groaned. this is why you always ignored flash's taunting. you didn't want to attract attention to yourself and have people wonder how you could defend yourself so well. but flash just had to provoke you. especially here, out of all places.

"what's going on here?" you heard a familiar voice ask and you sighed.

"oh my gosh! it's the black widow!"

"miss romanoff!"

"oh my gosh, i'm gonna need to get a picture for my mum later, she's gonna freak out!"

you stepped away from flash, releasing him as he dramatically kept rubbing at his arm. as if you even put that much pressure. flash smirked, seeing this as a chance to complain about you to an official avenger.

"this girl right here," flash points an accusing finger at you with a glare, like he wasn't just practically begging for his life twenty seconds ago. "attacked me."

you rolled your eyes, unamused. "i hardly attacked him." you told nat. the woman turned to you, an eyebrow raised as she gave you a knowing look. "this...?" she trailed off and you nodded, knowing what she was insinuating. you'd told her about flash one too many times for her not to immediately figure out who he is from a crowd of students.

"flash thompson. heard a lot about you," she turned to the boy. flash's face lit up, thinking he must've made a name for himself or something that even the black widow knew him. little did he know he did, but not for good reasons.

"i would prefer if you stop messing with y/n/n." nat gave him a sharp look and that grin was immediately wiped off his face. "i– y/n/n?" he stuttered, confused that the natasha romanoff is calling you by a nickname.

"you do know she can kick your ass if she wanted to, right? she's been silent all this while because she didn't want to hurt you but you just never seem to learn, huh?" nat took slow, calculated steps towards him until she was towering over him.

"she doesn't need anyone to protect her because she's fully capable of that but i'm just here to warn you, kid, that she, is not to be meddled with. i'm saying this for your own good, flash thompson. she's capable of much worse than whatever she just did to you. so if i hear you messing around with her or any of her friends," she pauses before continuing with a whisper. "i'll close one eye on whatever she wants to do with you."

you wished you could've taken a picture of the dead scared look on flash's face; it was priceless. you turned to nat once she stepped away from him and she put an arm around your shoulder, leading you both away from the watching crowd.

"i–i'm sorry, miss romanoff," you could hear one of your teachers say and nat stopped, effectively stopping you too as she had you in her hold. "but miss y/l/n is on a learning journey with us and she'll miss the tour of the tower if she leaves with you. we'll be discussing a lot regarding this trip in class and she won't understand what we talk about if she misses this tour. i hope you understand." he spoke nervously.

"with all due respect, y/n's seen the whole tower already," she smiles at him but you could tell it was fake. "even the avengers' residential floors which are closed to the public and most employees of the tower."

your teacher looked at her wide-eyed, mouth open but nothing coming out. nat smiles a fake one once again. "now if you'll excuse us, the both of us have avenger duties to attend to."

gasps could be heard all around you and in the midst of it all, your best friends came back and you made eye contact with them, all of them having the same shocked look on their face.

"avenger duties?! nat, what are you doing?!" you whisper-yelled at the woman who seemed to be enjoying the reactions of your classmates and teachers.

"y/n!" peter ran over to you, your other friends following suit. "oh, um hi miss romanoff," he greets shyly. "thanks a lot, guys, look what happened." you spoke sarcastically, rolling your eyes at them. nat proceeded to drag you away from your friends and the last thing you saw was them mouthing apologies and you half-heartedly mouthing to them back that it was fine.

"relax, y/n/n, the public were about to find out soon anyways." nat said nonchalantly. "what?!" you exclaimed once you two were in a different hallway.

"yeah, you're gonna have press this weekend for this. we're gonna officially announce you to the world as an avenger." she once again says nonchalantly, as if this wasn't the first time you were hearing this. "wait, wait, wait, seriously?" you asked in disbelief. no one had told you anything.

"yeah, i—ohh yeah, you don't know yet," nat remembers and you give her an unimpressed look. she wasn't usually this dumb; she only showed this side of her to you. "sorry, i uh, yeah.. i was supposed to come get you for this. meeting with fury and the rest, yknow?" she tells you and you nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"but tell me it didn't feel good that you got to do that to flash," the woman states excitedly and you playfully rolled your eyes at her. "you got to do something. i'm practically an empty threat to him," you stated matter-of-factly.

"not after this weekend you're not. he'll be afraid of you after. that's what you get for being a smelly bully." you couldn't help the little smile on your face. she really sounded like a child right now and it was adorable.

"alright, natty, whatever you say. let's go before fury releases his fury." you look at her hopefully, waiting for her to laugh at your joke which she responded with an unimpressed look. that of course didn't work as you two burst out laughing looking at each other's faces.

you walked alongside her, the woman resting an arm around your shoulder. you smiled up at her as she talked about her day.

god, you couldn't wait to be able to finally walk out in public with these people you considered family.

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