#anyway. the urge to analyse every fucking word of this.

[a-pocket-full-of-rodents]

Poetry slump, the walls are grey again.

And the sharp sting of my right cheek outweighs her gentle nurture

I murdered my philodendron just last weekend

I had poured and poured and overindulged the sweet thing in water

Often I am scared my love will twist itself into a similar spectacle of violence via devotion.

Blood does not have a nice taste I think. Not tonight.

Which is odd, as 3 nights ago I had found myself drunk on the warm wine of fear and anticipation.

My teeth are starting to ache again,

Sweet sugar cavities and sharp invasive tools both chipping away at me

Isn't it funny how kindness and hostility can both send me to dentures?

I think the birds have started singing again.

I hear their songs more often now, I am starting to feel seen again

My bruised eye thinks the same

Another red night, another grey morning

My mirror swore it was getting better.

She has loved me, that I am sure.

She tells me so as she brings about her storm and she tells me again as she taps gently against tin roofs

And they both conjunct together in a harmonic hurricane of devotion.

The yellow sun rises in the east and sets just outside of helping distance

And as war planes and laughter mix together far outside my grey and red and yellow life

I am once again crying grey. And she is once again storming red.

She is all at once wretched and divine, and as my concussion fades into numbness I am once more itching for a paintbrush

I suppose poetry slumps will do that to you.

[cacoetheswriting]

pearl: march 1986

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 3.4k summary: hushed confessions midst the end of the world.

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, violence / blood / description of injuries (events from s4), mentions of death / losing a loved one, adult language, use of pet names, emotional hurt / no comfort - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

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March 21, 1986

Everyone that’s ever met Eddie Munson, knows he’s not one for rational and thought out decisions. 

As a matter of fact, even people that have never made an effort to get to know him also always just assume he acts on impulse. They’re all correct. He does tend to act on gut instinct. Based on his feelings rather than sound logic. He’s not one for overthinking and over analysing every single scenario. He acts purely by following his heart.

However, as Eddie stared into Chrissy Cunningham’s snow-like empty eyes, he deeply regretted not being a person who took a second before making a choice.

“Wake up, Chrissy.”

His own voice sounds panicked and honestly, how can it not be. She was pale and cold to the touch. This was beyond fucking weird, like some creepy horror shit and Eddie wanted no part of it.

“Chrissy, wake up!” He’s pleading, shaky hands tapping her shoulders nervously, “I don’t like this, Chrissy! Wake up!”

He finds himself still praying for this to be some sort of stupid prank, hoping that Jason Carver will jump out at any given moment with a video camera and a stupid grin plastered across his idiotic face, yelling: “We got you, freak!”. 

Unfortunately, as the lights flicker out of control and the longer Eddie shakes the blonde's seemingly unconscious frame, the more he thinks this is definitely not a high-school prank ‘cause those idiots aren’t smart enough to pull off something as elaborate as this.

“Chrissy, wake up now! Chrissy—”

Then the phone rings, startling him even more. He glances at the device mounted on the wall and his eyes gloss over with tears. He knows who’s calling. But he can’t answer, can he? You’d instantly sense something is off and he can’t risk you coming here out of worry and also being witness to… to whatever the fuck was happening right now. Plus, would you even believe him if he told you in the first place?

Hastily running a hand down his face, feeling nothing but extreme fright, Eddie approaches the phone and after quickly looking back at Chrissy, he places the handset to his ear.

“H-he- llo-”

The line distorts your voice. He can barely make out your greeting and the question that follows. Not like it matters anyway. Not like anything matters ‘cause Chrissy’s body lifts itself off the ground and is now floating mid-air in his small living room.

“What the f—”

“E-ed-die? A-re y-you oka—”

Chrissy’s unconscious frame flings itself against the ceiling with a thud and the metalhead drops the handset, chord dangling against the wall as his own body falls helplessly to the ground. 

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie yells as he tries to push himself backwards, deeper into the trailer

Every inch of him is terrified. He’s screaming now and he’s sure you can hear him on the other line. Then his gut instinct kicks in. The one he blamed for getting him into this mess in the first place is now urging him to get up and run. If not for his sake, than for the person he loved most in this world.

You’re no doubt going to either come here or call for help, or both, and when Chief Powell comes with his goon squad, they’re going to think Eddie’s responsible for this horrific scene. They’d lock him up, no questions asked. 

And Eddie couldn’t have you thinking you killed this poor girl. He needed that chance to explain himself. Surely you’ll forgive him for running. Surely you’ll understand.

March 22, 1986 

“I swear, I don’t even know her name,” Mr. Munson tells the police, “I never seen her ‘fore.” He exhales a long and no doubt exhausted breath, then briefly glances at you. “I got the call shortly after you guys did, I assume. Eddie’s friend here, well, she uh… she found the girl.”

“I think it’s— Her name is Chrissy,” you blurt out quietly, “Chrissy Cunningham.”

Chief Powell straightens his posture. His gaze narrows, only for his expression to soften a split second later. You assume it’s because you look terrible. Eyes puffy, makeup smudged from a mix of tears and stress, and your bottom lip won’t stop trembling.

“And how did Eddie know,” he pauses and lowers his voice, “Miss Cunningham?”

You shrug. “They go to the same school so I assume that’s where they met.”

Chief Powell nods, motions for Officer Callahan to come over, whispers something in the young police officer's ear, and without saying anything else to you, he walks away.

“Do you know where he went?” Officer Callahan asks.

“Eddie? No, I don’t.” You answer honestly, crossing your arms across your chest. “I-I heard him scream over the phone and when I asked what was going on and… h-he wouldn’t respond to me, I-I got here as fast as I could. Then I contacted the station and then Mr. Munson.”

“Eddie rang you?” Officer Callahan enquiries.

“I called him.”

“And did you know the young lady was with him?”

“No, I thought he was alone,” you say and glance at Wayne, who’s gone over to talk to another officer. He shoots you a timid smile, the best he can probably muster at this time, and proceeds to search the pockets of his pants for his packet of smokes.

You sigh. “Look, I know you’re probably thinking Eddie did this, but I can assure you, he did not.”

Officer Callahan raises a brow, as if to urge you to go on. So you do. 

“When I called Eddie… Sir, I heard him scream. He sounded fucking terrified. Why would he be so scared if he’s the one that did this?” You pause, “I-I think there was someone else at the trailer last night and—”

“Thank you, Miss.” Officer Callahan interrupts and leans in a little closer towards you, “Since you heard some of what happened here last night, we’ll get someone from the squad to escort you home.”

“You think I’m in danger?” You practically scoff, “Eddie didn’t do this. He shouldn’t be chased down like some sort of criminal. He’s a victim here too!”

That turns a few heads, Chief Powell and Wayne included. You curse under your breath yet even though you can feel yourself getting really frustrated, all you can think about is Eddie. What he witnessed last night, the scene you came across when you arrived at the trailer, you’re convinced something’s happening in the Upside Down again. This whole circus is a total waste of time. Eddie’s not safe.

Chief Powell is now back in front of you. His hands are on his hips, trying to assert dominance, and a frown is spread across his features. “Look, kid, I liked your dad. He was a good man and what happened to him, well it’s no doubt caused you a lot of pain.”

You’re chewing on the inside of your cheek, fighting back the tears, as Chief Powell continues. “Please let one of my officers take you home, okay? Your mom is probably worried sick since gossip in this town spreads like wildfire,” he tries to lighten the mood but fails, “And I’ll make you a deal, okay? If you stay home with your mom, I’ll make sure when we find young Mr. Munson, we won’t treat him harshly.”

One of his hands is now on your shoulder, squeezing it in an act of reassurance.

“You’ll call me too,” you add.

Chief Powell nods. “You’ll be the first person I call. Deal?”

Growing up with a dad on the force exposed you to a lot of things kids normally don’t encounter until much later in life, if ever. Your dad taught you a lot. One of the things being: people aren’t always honest when their reputation is on the line. Chief Powell didn’t really care about what happened to Eddie, not even for your sake, which meant you had to do everything in you power to find the metalhead first.

“Deal,” you lie through your teeth, faking a kind smile. 

However, you couldn’t do that alone.

-

“Dustin, please tell me you have something.”

Headset pressed to your ear, cord wrapped around your wrist. You’re bouncing impatiently and every so often, nervously peeping around the corner into the living room where your mom sat with Wayne.

They didn’t seem to hear you or your scheming, too lost in a conversation you really couldn’t follow right now. You had other pressing matters on your mind — finding your… your Eddie.

“If you stopped asking me every five seconds, perhaps I’d have more information to give you,” Dustin jeers. His tone is not meant to be harmful and you don’t take it that way. You’re just glad they all agreed to help. “Here, can one of you calm her down? I need to think.”

You assume he passes the phone to either Robin or Steve, and you’re proven right when the next thing you hear is, “Hey, how are you doing?”, in the smooth tone of Mr. Best Hair in Hawkins himself.

“How do you think?” You snap, quickly following your mini outburst with, “Sorry, this is just…”

“A lot?” Steve finishes your sentence and although he can’t see you, you nod against the headset.

“Well, our best people are on it. We’ll find him.” Steve tries to reassure.

“I hope so,” you breathe, once again glancing in the direction of Wayne and your mom. “This whole situation is just so fucked up and like really scary. I thought El closed the portal. I thought last July was the end of these encounters with the Upside Down.”

“We all did,” Steve mumbles on the other line, “But you can’t think ahead right now, okay? First thing is to find Eddie before anyone else does.”

As always, Harrington was right. “I know. I just wish I could be helping you guys, but instead I’m stuck here with a fucking police unit outside my home.”

Steve exhales into the headset. He’s about to say something when all of a sudden there’s a little commotion followed by some seemingly excited mumbling. You’re about to ask what’s going on when you hear my own being called over and over again on the other line.

“Tell me you still have your walkie?” Dustin is back on the line, “You know the one from last year’s Starcourt Mall events? Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

“I-I do, yeah. It’s somewhere in my wardrobe.”

“Go, go get it right now and make sure it still works,” Dustin instructs eagerly, “We have a good lead as to where Eddie is hiding out. We’ll contact you when we’re with him.”

You have questions that you don’t get to ask ‘cause a mere split second later, all you hear is the dial tone. 

Your mind is spinning, heart racing. They found him. A small victory — although why didn’t it feel like one?

March 23, 1986

“So, I guess they told you everything, huh?” You ponder into the walkie, pulling the bedspread up to your chin.

The room feels dark and cold. You suppose, given the situation, it almost is. Your blinds are shut tight and you have the light switched off, so that any lurkers couldn’t suspect you’re sitting here — and since yesterday afternoon, that number has unfortunately increased significantly. 

As soon as Jason’s goon squad found out about the situation, he sent a couple of his trusted “men” to keep an eye on you and your house. The police officers assigned to “protect” me, rotated in shifts, and dare you say have gotten a little too comfortable, knocking on your door to use the bathroom or smooth-talk your mom into making them coffee. Word also spread through town about Eddie being a devil worshipper and as his “girlfriend”, you simply had to be lying about his whereabouts. Honestly, all the crowd across the road is missing are pitchforks.

Idiots. As if you’d be stupid enough to lead any of them to Eddie. 

“Yeah,” Eddie exhales into the walkie, “They did.”

You swallow. “I-I suppose you’re wondering why I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“No,” he’s quick to respond, “Not really. I mean, you did what you had to, princess. What you thought was right and I can’t be mad at that. But it does explain a lot. Like—”

“My nightmares,” you chime and Eddie chuckles lightly before agreeing. “Yeah, like your nightmares.”

There’s a moment of congenial silence. 

You want nothing more than to be by his side and have him hold you in his arms, kissing the top of your head. Fuck. Tears form in the corners of your eyes at the thought. Not only was that not possible right now, neither of you knew when you’d actually see each other again. The topic loomed over your heads, yet you didn’t dare to utter the words aloud ‘cause things were so good recently, and now… Well, avoidance worked for you in the past, (for a while anyway).

“I’m sorry, Eds.”

“Don’t be, sweetheart.”

“Well, maybe if I told you sooner, we wouldn’t be in this mess right now. Maybe if you knew what we all knew, you could have come here instead of hiding out all alone. So yeah, I’m sorry. I’m always going to be sorry.”

Eddie sighs into the walkie. “Timing just never seems to be on our side, huh.”

When you don’t respond, because it hurts your heart, you half expect him to cut the conversation short, say he’s tired or whatever and wish you a goodnight. And you wouldn’t blame him either. You’ve all had a tough couple of days, but his must have been the most exhausting. 

The metalhead seems to have other plans. 

“Cry baby. Cry baby. Cry baby. Honey, welcome back home.”

You can’t help but crack a smile as Eddie starts singing softly. His voice, although a little distorted, is as angelic as ever and you let your eyes close, resting your head on the headboard — you’re not entirely sure at which point you drift off to sleep but you do, imagining the metalhead is next to you.

“I know she told you. 

Hon', I know she told you that she loved you

Much more than I did

But I know that she left you

And you swear that you just don't know why

But you know, hon', I'll always

I'll always be around

If you ever want me”

March 27, 1986

The last few days have been a complete and utter blur, not to mention a horrifying mess. 

You manage to sneak out of your over-guarded home, although your reunion with Eddie isn’t as happy as you both would’ve liked it to be ‘cause suddenly, you find yourselves in the Upside Down fighting for your lives.

Eddie helps Dustin up the makeshift rope before turning to you. The second his chocolate-like gaze locks with yours, a shiver runs down your spine. You can’t exactly tell what he’s thinking, but he’s serving an apologetic expression with a broken smile.

So you do what feels right in the moment and throw your arms around his neck, causing him to stumble backwards a little. He doesn’t hesitate to hug you back. If anything, his grip is a lot stronger than normal and you’re feeling even more concerned than seconds ago.

“Come on!” Dustin yells, “We don’t have time for this!”

The rest of the teens' words fizzle out into the background. All you’re focused on is the faint sound of Eddie’s heartbeat and his hushed breathing into the crook of your neck. Tears begin to swell in your eyes, but before you get to ask why this feels like a goodbye when you’ve just reunited, he places a kiss on your cheek and lets his arms fall.

“Go on, princess.”

You glance at the rope he’s now holding before looking back at him.

“Eddie—”

“Go on. I’m right behind you,” Eddie reassures and you don’t try to protest anymore because you trust him. Instead, you reach for the rope and begin to climb up, aware of his hands hovering over your lower back, ready to push or hold you up if needed. 

You fall through and immediately stand to allow space for Eddie, however, the metalhead doesn’t follow. Dustin is yelling, urging Eddie on whose sole attention is on you. You realise then what he’s been planning and your throat dries to the point where it feels like sandpaper.

“Eddie,” you call out, voice breaking, “You said you were right behind. I-I am begging you, please, please, come here.”

He offers you a smile. One that causes your heart to falter. You know what he’s doing. You know now exactly what he’s thinking. Most importantly, you know what he’s going to say next and you don’t want to hear it. Not here.

“Please, Eddie.” you beg him, eyes watering, “Not like this.”

“I love you, princess.”

And before the admission can even settle in the air, before you get a chance to say that you love him too, desperately and with your whole heart, you’re forced to watch him rush off as Dustin hollers his name.

The room comes to a standstill. For a couple of seconds, you’re unable to move. Your body feels heavy as you’re staring blankly ahead at the spot Eddie’s just vanished from. He loves me, you think, bottom lip quivering. He loves me. 

Inhale, exhale. You snap back to reality. The tears that have been forming in your eyes stop before they breach completely.

Dustin is pacing. He stops when you call his name: once, twice, three times. The two of you exchange a knowing glance. Neither of you speak. There’s no time. The young teen helps you without question. He's on the floor in seconds, ready to hoist you up.

It takes a few attempts, mostly because your whole body is shaking, but you manage to go through the portal once again.

“Don’t wait for me,” Dustin urges in a panicked tone. “Find him.”

All you do is nod.

Eddie’s not hard to find. His agonising screams give his location away pretty quickly. And you’re terrified as you run in his direction. Terrified of what he’s gotten himself into and terrified if he was gonna make it out alive.

He’s coughing up blood when you reach him. You immediately fall to your knees next to him and scan his extensive wounds, hands shaking. The scene in front of you is grisly. Your mind is racing, trying to come up with a way to help him — help get him out of here safely and to a hospital as soon as possible. 

Ultimately you feel helpless ‘cause you’re not sure how to do that.

Eddie coughs again. His hand reaches for yours and he squeezes, bringing you back to Earth.

“Look at me,” he murmurs and you oblige without hesitation. “I-I’m okay, so get out of here.”

You shake my head rather ferociously. “I-I’m not leaving you.” You finally allow yourself to start crying, readjusting your position so that his head is now resting in your lap. “I shouldn’t have let you do this in the first place. Why did you do this, Eddie?”

“It’s done now.” Eddie does his best to offer you a smile. “I-I didn’t run. I fought back.”

The tears that are trailing down your cheeks are burning into your skin. You smile back, a broken smile with nothing but pain behind it, then brush some of his loose curls away from his face. You proceed to cup his cheek and Eddie leans into your touch. It’s a moment that feels safe — despite the fact that your intertwined fingers are resting on his chest and you can feel the blood seep through. 

He squeezes your hand again. “I-I meant what I said—”

“Not like this,” you interrupt in a whimper, “Ehm… Uhm… Dustin will be here soon a-and we’re gonna get you out of here together. You’re gonna be okay. Then you can tell me again, okay? Not like this, Eddie.”

But he just shakes his head. “Yes, yes like this. I-I love you.”

“Eddie—”

“P-please, sweetheart. Please. I love you…” 

Eddie’s voice fades into the darkness that’s surrounding the two of you and his eyes drift close.

You say his name.

When you gauge no reaction, you say it again, and again, and again.

Then you scream.

First in agony, then you scream his name. You beg him to open his eyes, but he’s unresponsive. Bloody hand in yours, he’s drifting somewhere between life and death and you continue to cry.

That’s how Dustin finds you. Eddie, dying in your arms.

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& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella , @ashlynnkennedy , @ms1oftheboys , @kurdtbean

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

THINGS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT MY FELLOW WRITERS

this is a super fun tag prompt list, thanks @littleplasticrat!

tagging: @commander-krios @graysparrowao3 and anyone else who wants it!

here we go ✨ below the cut for considerable length, discussion of my generally E-rated work and brief unpopular opinions (lol).

Last book I read: I’m currently part way through The Left Hand of Darkness (Ursula K Le Guin) and Exhalation (Ted Chiang), and am in a constant state of rereading Pride and Prejudice. Honestly just been writing more than reading lately but I really want to finish these two books! I also devoured The New Topping Book as fuel for my Steel Weave kink adventures, lmao.

Greatest literary inspiration: Pride and Prejudice. Austen in general. (Story time) I once dated a guy who dismissed her books out of hand as ‘gossipy’, and then literally days later proceeded to tell me that when drinking with his bestie, they loved to ‘analyse other people’s personalities.’ What he thought he had that Austen didn’t, I don’t know. (God, the sexism. And yes, I did tell him that what he was doing was in fact also gossiping).

Austen sketches people in all their ignorance and kindness and flaws and virtues at once, whilst being deeply funny about it. I love her work.

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write:

I LOVE omeluum x blurg. No desire to write for them but they’re great. (Check out weatheredlaw on AO3 for amazing Omelurg!)

Generally I’ve read and enjoyed for all of the tadpole gang and all sorts of other characters, but aside from having them feature in my Rolan fics the urge doesn’t strike me to write about them. My thoughts are extremely occupied with just the one guy.

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: Unhinged kink fics. If I ever write them, I’ll probably post on an alt account, because I think my current subscribers probably aren’t looking for [redacted niche kink] lol

You can recognise my writing by:

Relentlessly horny vibes. Bratty Rolan.

I honestly don’t know if I’ve got a particularly recognisable style - it varies a lot between the fandoms I write in, I think. I’m not given to lots of purple prose but neither is my writing spare. I overdo it on facial expressions, that’s for sure!

My most controversial take ( current fandom):

In an absolute shocker, I don’t enjoy dom!Rolan at all, or see it as particularly in-character. But you could guess that already if you’re following me lol. I filter all related tags/content liberally…

Current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): It was a 9-10, and has been for months - but this week I’ve been smacked in the face with a real stumbling block so I’ll give it a (hopefully temporary) 6-7

Top three favourite tropes: Oooh. Ahhhh. Forced Proximity - only one bed, handcuffed together, trapped in a lift - whatever. Just make those people boil over with desire because they CANNOT AVOID the person they’re desperately trying to. Arguing. I love steamy argumentative kissing in stories. Forbidden Love. I am ESPECIALLY a huge fan of priests/nuns/religiously celibate breaking their vows, but doctor/patient is good too (Harvey SDV my beloved), or university professor/student, or sworn members of separate factions. Whatever. I want that sexual tension to be so fucking scorching it breaks through every barrier, and their love to conquer all.

Share a random frustration: Chapter 10 of Planar Tears. It’s coming along now but - I don’t like falling behind schedule! It’s also once again illustrated to me that although outlining is useful, at some points my characters will just develop a mind of their own. I just realised that after the last two extremely dramatic plot chapters - there needs to be a similarly dramatic step in Rolan and Catrin’s relationship as payoff. I think that’s the issue, anyway. I’d written a load of relatively lowkey flirty fluff and it just. Wasn’t. Hitting. I have honestly entered the stage of ‘please fucking kill me I no longer know if this writing is good’ and think I just have to weather the storm here!

[americxn]

Run - Part 6

(or just shameless Kai smut)

warnings: giving/receiving oral sex, fingering, penetration, overstimulation

Kai stayed painfully true to his word, ensuring that you endured his relentless sexual torment for yet another week. A week of becoming instantly wet in his presence, a week of trying your hardest to ignore his frequent glances at you, which were far too long and intense to be casual. You couldn’t cope without him for much longer; your fingers had long since become inefficient when it came to relieving your unending sexual frustration and you ached, physically ached, for the day that Kai would finally alleviate your desperation. And so, one evening, unable to go another night without him, you sought Kai out, finding him slouched in a chair at the dining table with a stack of ink-covered paper before him. He looked up immediately when you appeared in the doorway of the dining room, seeming to stiffen in his chair. “Hey. You look stressed, are you alright?” You commented, leaning against the door frame, trying to keep your intentions concealed. “Yeah, just speeches and shit.” He mumbled, pushing the papers away from him with a defeated sigh.

“Is there anyway that I can help?” You chirped innocently, pushing off the door frame to clasp your hands behind your back. You rocked slightly on your toes, trying your hardest to ignore how good he looked: the strong panes of his face highlighted in the dim light, the little strands of faded blue hair that had escaped from his hurriedly tied-back hair falling about his face in a pretty frame.  He stared you down for several seconds, his dark eyes flashing with amusement. “Not very subtle, y/n.” He remarked lowly, turning back to his papers and shuffling them into a neat pile. Your eyes widened slightly, all your confidence slipping away. Turn around. Just turn around, go back upstairs. That little, sane part of your mind begged with you, but you couldn’t just leave, rooted to the spot by Kai’s overbearing presence. “But, if you’re so desperate to help,” he continued, setting his papers aside and leaning back in his chair to survey you fully. You stared back at him, his gaze utterly transfixing. “Get on your knees.” He finished bluntly, smirking slightly as your eyes flashed in excited alarm. You took a shuddering breath, your cunt warming at his words, before lowering yourself onto your knees by the door. “Good. Now crawl to me.” Your arms shook slightly as you lowered them to the floor too, trying to keep any heat from swarming your cheeks as you did as he asked, not taking your eyes off his as you crawled towards him. You forced yourself to move slowly, ensuring that your ass was raised in the air slightly.  Above you, Kai’s mouth watered. His hand found your cheek when you finally met him, cupping your skin in his warm palm and turning your face up to him. “You look so pretty on my floor.” You braced your hands on the edge of his chair, pushing yourself to your knees to be more at his eye level. The surface of the chair was rough beneath your fingers and you gripped onto it, his stare that was meant for you, and only you, dizzyingly intoxicating.  You swallowed. He tracked the slight movement of your throat, a smirk unfurling over his lips as his free hand moved to the crotch of his pants.  His fingers were steady as he undid his jeans, lifting his ass up to push them down his hips slightly before settling back in his chair. Without hesitating, you leaned in, licking a stripe up his clothed cock. The cotton of his underwear was dry against your tongue but could feel Kai’s dick stiffen in lieu of your tongue, the hotness leeching through the material barrier and settling over him. Kai shuddered, his hand roving slowly from your cheek to the nape of your neck where he allowed his fingers to tangle in the roots of your hair and pull firmly. The small tug notified you that you were now in Kai’s control and his hand pushed your head forwards, urging you to repeat the action. You did as he silently asked, pressing the tip of your tongue slightly harder against him in a way that made his breathing sound laboured from above you. It was your turn to smirk at how quickly your soft touches had his cock twitching from the confines of his underwear; reaching out, you peeled the material away, watching as Kai’s eyes shuttered in premature relief. You wasted no time in enveloping Kai with your mouth, taking him deep and listening with satisfaction when you heard his barely restrained, sharp intake of breath. Sucking in your cheeks, you pulled back up his length with a hum, pausing to run your tongue across the underside of his head before taking him all again, suppressing the urge to gag when his tip hit the back of your throat.  You worked your head with fervour, Kai’s grip on your hair tightening but no longer trying to guide you as you took the lead, Kai’s mind blurring in the midst of the pleasure you were finally giving him. Rough, gasping moans began to fall from Kai’s lips, urging you on, spurring you to take him deeper. But suddenly, Kai’s fingers tightened their hold in your roots, pulling you all the way off his cock and forcing your head back. He analysed your face, the sheen of saliva coating your swollen lips. Reaching out, he ran his thumb along your lower lip, collecting the wetness gathered there and raising it to his own mouth and licking it up. Arousal, searing and demanding, settled over you at his simple action. A low groan worked it’s way up from the back of throat in your desperation to feel his cock inside of you. “What do you want?” He crooned down at you, catching your chin between his fingers to tip your head even further back, exposing the column of your throat to him. “C’mon, Kai. Don’t play with me. You know exactly what I want.” You responded, hating the yearning whine that accented your tone. Kai’s cock twitched from where it waited between your bodies and you glanced down at it briefly, it’s swollen tip pleading with you silently to pay attention to it, a drop of precum beginning to dribble slowly down the head, cutting through the angry red hue.  “Have you forgotten your manners? I don’t fuck impolite sluts.” Your mouth fell open slightly at Kai’s scolding, taken aback by what he had just called you. He smirked, resting his fingertips upon your chin and pushing your mouth closed. “Take off your clothes. Show me how much you want me.” You scrambled to your feet, not being able to find the dignity within you to peel the clothes off slowly; it was obvious that Kai wasn’t in the mood for anymore teasing either. When your clothes had been abandoned in a pile by your feet, you turned to Kai, reaching down to slowly peel your panties down your legs, not breaking eye contact as your fingers reached behind you to deftly undo your bra. Kai’s cock was practically vibrating in excitement, his mouth going dry as he scanned every inch of your exposed skin. The cold air settled over you, coaxing goosebumps to form all over your body in every place that Kai’s gaze touched. He swallowed. “Come sit on my lap.” He rasped. You walked to where he was still lounged in his chair, though it was undeniable that his shoulders where tight with anticipation. Throwing your leg over his lap, your hands found his shoulders and you sat, one of your hands briefly leaving his shoulder to help slowly ease his cock into you.  You both let out a shuddering groan as you sank his dick deeper into your wet cunt, easing yourself down until his was fully sheathed in you, all of your body weight settling onto his lap.  Kai leaned in, nipping at your ear before whispering: “Fuck yourself on my cock.” You obeyed, rocking your hips back and forth experimentally before bringing your knees onto the small slivers of chair either side of Kai’s legs to gain leverage.  Then, you began to fuck yourself on his cock, finding a steady rhythm that had Kai’s head falling back in pleasure. The relief and pleasure that coursed through every one of your nerves as you were finally allowed to have him inside of you was dizzying and before long, your legs were trembling, overwhelmed by the pleasure that was amplified by how long you had been denied of it. You almost came when Kai reached up to ease his long middle and ring fingers into your mouth. You parted your lips for him, allowing his fingertips to push in deep, pressing against the back of your tongue. Closing your lips around his fingers you moaned into his skin, running the tip of your warm tongue along the underside of his deeply-reaching fingers. He shuddered out a groan, his hips lifting to meet yours. “I don’t want to cum yet... but fuck, your pussy’s so good, huh?” You moaned loudly at this, never wanting this moment to end. As is he had been listening, Kai’s hands found your hips, forcing you off him before shoving you onto the surface of the table behind you. You swore in surprise and disappointed as his cock was withdrawn from your cunt, but Kai was on you once more in a mere second, his hands gruffly pushing your thighs apart, pressing your knees to your chest and lowering his tongue to your trembling pussy. At the first stroke of his tongue, the world fractured, re-formed, and fractured again. Your hands found his hair, pulling the soft strands from its bun in your desperation to have your hands on him as he serviced you thoroughly. Kai swore against your wetness, pulling away to blow cruelly onto your clit before losing himself in his desire to taste you again and delving his tongue back between your folds.  Tears of pure, unrestrained euphoria blurred your vision as Kai licked again lingering at that spot at the apex of your thighs before sucking it into his mouth, teeth nipping gently. He moved his tongue down in an unhurried sweep to your entrance, his hand raising to press down on your abdomen, holding you still as your hips shamelessly rutted against his face. His tongue nudged at your opening before Kai paused, pulling away briefly to survey you splayed out about him, your tits peaked in a glorious slope from his vantage point. “You taste even better than I was expecting. And I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”  Then his tongue slid straight into your searing cunt, curling within you and reaching deeper than you had expected. Kai chuckled against you when you squeaked in ecstasy, arching off the table in a way that opened your pussy for him. He moved his tongue in and out of you several times, a knot of indescribable pleasure building in your gut with each curl of his tongue inside of you. You luxuriated in his thorough ministrations, the loose strands of his hair brushing over your lower belly as he worked. His tongue eased its way out of you, Kai licking his lips as he gazed upon your pussy and the abundant evidence of what his tongue was doing to you. “So wet.” He mused lowly. “Are you always this wet for me, y/n?”  “Yes.” You squeaked, bracing yourself for release when his tongue reconnected with your clit again.  His name fell off your lips in a chant as he licked and suckled persistently on you once more, a single finger coming to rest against your opening, circling softly around your gaping entrance in a wicked tease. The room tilted as you came, your thighs clenching around Kai’s head as your orgasm barrelled into you, causing you to bow off the table. Kai became ravenous, lapping up your cum as if he would devour your pleasure whole and you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, as Kai forced your legs open once more, licking you through your orgasm to ensure that he had coaxed every last jolt of pleasure from you before pulling away. Collapsing back onto the table, you panted, limp and reeling as you tried to piece your shattered mind back together. The noises that came out of you were pitiful, your moaned grunts turning to gasping cries when Kai’s cock suddenly slid back into you.  Your head thrashed back and forth as his hips flexed, filling you inch by inch and not giving you anytime to adjust to his invasion before establishing a smooth, deep pace. You managed to raise your head off the table, looking between your bodies to where Kai’s cock plunged into you again and again, unrelenting as your second release began to build and build.  His dick was swollen with need, its thick length disappearing into you again and again, gleaming with your liquid need with each withdrawal. Kai met your gaze, his eyes wild and his mouth parted in pleasure as your pussy clenched and roiled around him, low sounds of need coming from his throat in rough growls.  Barely able to keep up with his quickening thrusts, you mewled when his other hand drifted to swirl against your clit as his pounding became near-savage. “I’m... You’re - Fuck.” Kai barked, his teeth gritting as he fell forwards onto the table, his arms catching his fall on either side of your body as his climax racked through him. His cum shooting deep into you had your own climax slamming into you, knocking any sense of coherent thought from you. Your eyes rolled, Kai’s thrusts slowing to help you through your second orgasm. Your entire body trembled as you gaped silently, unable to take a full breath to so much as moan in pleasure as stars flashed in your vision. When you were finally able to regain control of your body, convulsing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, Kai drew his cock out of you, some of his cum spilling onto the surface of the table as he did so. “Kai.” You groaned weakly, trying to push yourself up to kiss him but your arms wouldn’t comply and you fell back down onto the table, limp and sated. Once again, one of Kai’s fingers eased into you, the scrape of the rough tip of his finger against that one spot hidden deep within you causing your entire body to jerk in overstimulation. “I - Kai, I can’t.” You gasped as his finger began to work inside of you, stuffing his cum deeper into your cunt. As if in answer, he eased a second finger into you, slick with a mixture of your juices. The sound that this drew from you was halfway between a sob and a moan, his fingers slick with cum as he turned them upwards, a third finger joining them and curling. The sound that rumbled out of you was close to ungodly, Kai’s fingers curling perfectly into you sending yet another orgasm rippling through you. “Yes, you can.” He responded simply, his curled thrusts quickening. Your head slammed back into the table as Kai subjected you to more overwhelming pleasure, your eyes rolling into you head and remaining there for several moments, control over your own body evading you once more. Your fingers clenched and unclenched in the grips of your orgasm, pitiful cries filling the room as your stiff body struggled to comprehend the intense release.  When you finally came down from your third high, Kai was already waiting, his lips capturing yours with a tenderness that knocked the breath from you once more. Your mind was clouded with bliss but you were spurred on by a passion like which you had never felt to kiss him back, spending the last of your energy of his lips. Pulling away, Kai helped your sit upright, your head spinning as you tried to blink the fuzziness from your vision, smiling sleepily at him. He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, a genuine grin spreading over his own face as he straightened, tucking his limp cock back into the confines of his pants. “I’ll give you a few hours before we go again.” Your stomach tightened at his words, watching as he turned to walk away, his shoulders loose and an unmovable smile planted on his face. taglist: @kitwalker02 @three-eyed-snail @forevercountess @kitwalkerangel @milly-louise @thecountessesglove @samsassinparvismagna @liandav @quicksilverownsmysoul (if you wanna be added or removed to just let me know) 

[whatiwillsay]

t 2017 playlist analysis

Alright folks, whether you’re newly indoctrinated in the swiftgron faith, or have been here for a while, buckle up because boy is there crack coming your way.  It should be important to note that these are of course reaches and should be taken with a grain/pound of salt.  What you’re about to read is a lyrical analysis of a playlist made by Dianna on her private spotify, titled ‘t 2017.’  Therefore, the only real ‘evidence’ we have to make connections lies in the lyrics, and the general vibe of the playlist.

The following lyrical analyses stems from the idea that Taylor and Dianna may, and I strongly say may have hooked up, possibly around late 2016, or early 2017 (right when this playlist was made).  If you haven’t already, I highly suggest reading Cam’s Swiftgron timeline that she has meticulously and laboriously outlined for all of us, so you have more background knowledge on any reaches/connections made.  Also listen to her pod for extra serotonin cause I know you bitches want it.  Anyway, I digress– I’ll be pointing out only the songs/lyrics that I think are most relevant (and to make this post shorter, I apologize in advance) but I urge y’all to take a look at each songs’ lyrics to see for yourself, because some of these songs seem loud af.  Ok happy reading!

Genesis- Grimes

My heart, I never feel I never see I never know Oh, heart And then it falls And then I fall And then I know

This verse talks about the unpredictable nature of love, you never know when those feelings could come rushing in, and there could be days when you feel like you’re never going to love again– gives me cowboy like me vibes with that particular sentiment.

Home and I know Playing the deck above It’s always different I am the one in love

Ok I don’t think this one needs any explanation other than tis the damn season.

1998- Chet Faker

We used to be friends We used to be inner circle I don’t understand What have I become to you

This verse is giving me major the 1 vibes– “rosé flowing with your chosen family” kinda thing.  Relationships (yes, even hookups) are hard, especially when you go from knowing someone like the back of your hand, to a being a mere memory.  It’s even harder when you run in the same social circles and are bound to bump into each other.  What are you to do with all those unresolved emotions/lack of closure?  I just find this a bit funny because two years later at SNL, Dianna is actually considered Taylor’s ‘inner circle’ at the afterparty.  

Drops- Jungle

When you’re so high, you When you fall from the sky, you So come down from the clouds Come down on me

I’ve been loving you too long

I’ve been loving you too long

This song sort of encapsulates the feeling of love that is intoxicating, one might even say addicting.  In that sense, I’m getting major Style vibes, in that they keep coming back to each other because of that high and intoxicated love.  More than anything, this verse reminds me of Clean, and of course Dianna’s infamous tweet, “withdrawals…clearly we had fun” (see Cam’s swiftgron masterpost/timeline for receipts).

Ritual Union- Little Dragon

Straight off the bat, this song gives off major infidelity vibes (something Taylor has been obsessed with as evidenced by Evermore, and of course Babe which btw had a lot of social media signalling/shenanginas happening in 2017/2018).  Perhaps Winston was the cuck after all and we did get a swiftgron hookup? 

Ritual union’s got me in trouble again I was wonderin’ of a white dress And the mistress And a spirit holding my hand!

You do the math with that one– ivy anyone?

Daniel- Bat For Lashes

Daniel when I first saw you I knew that you had a flame in your heart And under our blue skies Marble movie skies I found a home in your eyes We’ll never be apart

I only have two words to explain this verse– Begin Again

But in a goodbye bed With my arms around your neck Into our love the tears crept Just catch in the eye of the storm

With this verse in particular, there’s this sense of a heartbreaking parting of ways in a relationship.  It feels eerily similar to This Love– “your kiss, my cheek, I watched you leave.”  There’s also a mention of a storm, and we all love a good old storm in the swiftgron universe (Clean, DBATC, CIWYW).

Can’t Do Without You- Caribou

I swear to god these are the only two lyrics

Can’t do without

I can’t do without you

Make of that what you will.

Touch- Shura

This was the song that had me fully convinced that swiftrgon might’ve hooked up again in the recent past.  It’s so fucking loud and I did audibly gasp when I read these lyrics.  I’m so tempted to post the entire song because honestly every lyric fits their narrative almost to a t, but I’ll try putting the loudest lyrics here.

There’s a love between us still But something’s changed and I don’t know why And all I wanna do is go home with you But I know I’m out of my mind

This love is good, this love is bad.  This slope is treacherous, I like it.  If the hookup did happen, it’s clear that it’s a bit hard to just pick up immediately from where you left off.  Of course there’s still a lot of love there, it just takes time for those years to melt away.

I wanna touch you but I’m too late I wanna touch you but there’s history I can’t believe that it’s been three years Now when I see you, it’s so bittersweet

Ok this is basically swiftgron’s story right here, I mean come on?!?

I’m running down a dream like Tom Petty, I’m a heartbreaker But then you changed up a relationship, I’m mostly bankrupt There’s a new kid on your block, I gotta hang tough

Cowboy like me anyone?

Yeah, the effect of touch hands is like a miracle How is it you’re halfway across the world when I’m still feeling you? Just a touch of my love, just a little bit Ain’t no love without trust, we gotta deal with this

Gives me treacherous and wonderland vibes– “I’ll do anything you say if you say it with your hands” and “you searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had.”

iT- Christine and the Queens

I feel like this song gives off major Reputation vibes– controlling your narrative/ ridiculing what other people thought you were, etc. 

With it I become the death Dickinson feared With it I’m the red admiral on his ship And I raise with infants for my coronation I’ve ruled over my all my dead impersonations

‘Cause I’ve got it I’m a man now

Sunday Love- Bat For Lashes

This is a literal weekend hookup anthem (major tis the damn season vibes) and is also one of the other songs that convinced me of the swiftgron hookup.  Again, please look at all the lyrics and deduce for yourself and freak out like I did, but I’m putting the loudest lyrics down.

See her in blue eyes Numb and shining In the face of strangers In the city lights Where he’s climbing Cupid’s diving And I know that she’s come To spend the night

She is in my bedroom Now I can’t fight 

Blue eyed lady coming to your house to fuck you. Ok Dianna, real subtle with that. I’m joking but I snorted when I saw this lyric.

I see her in every place I go Sunday love is so cold Even though I’m falling apart I want Sunday love in my heart

You could call me babe for the weekend cause it’s the damn season.  Also “I see you everywhere the only thing we share is this small town.”

Sweet Talk- Jessie Ware

There’s never any doubts when i need you It’s just that you can always make me feel like I am slipping in way too deep And let the shadows hope to hide or break the dreaming, dreaming of us

The vibe of this song is that there’s someone who always pulls you in because they know exactly what to say.  They found wonderland and got lost in it. 

Dear To Me- Electric Guest

When it’s bad Feels like I don’t know which way I should go But over time I come back and remember The one thing that I know

You’re dear to me and I know 

I know I’ve tied so many songs to ttds, but I guess it’s all the more reason to claim that one for swiftgron nation?  This verse reminds me of  “the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you and my hometown.”

Got It Bad- Leisure

This song was added much later to the playlist on Taylor’s birthday in 2019. All other songs were added early feb of 2017.  With this song, I don’t get much except cowboy like me vibes.

Got our different ways with the same old payout Had our own dreams with the same old outcome Had a bad extreme and the same old break down Worked it to the bone with the same old habit

Et voila, that’s the end! I know this was super long so thanks for sticking through.  Again please note that these reaches were made because we are a little biased through a swiftgron lens.  It’s very possible that Dianna simply likes these songs and put it on a playlist, but let’s be real, gays practically communicate through spotify.  This is not fact and not proof for anyone to hound Dianna or invade in her or Taylor’s personal life, this is just for swiftgron fun.  That said, I’m personally inclined to believe that something did happen between Taylor and Dianna in 2017 possibly.  That’s all I have to say, thanks!

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[whatsmylaneagain]

Amethyst - Third Chapter

Pairing: Eggsy x Agent!Reader

Word count: 1960 (a big one!!! Yay!!!)

Warnings: swearing, Roxy mention (bc she deserved more), reader’s character being a rebellious lil shit, Eggsy being kinda dumb (oh well this is all kinda narrated by his point of view, there’s no way to not expect that, right?!)

Chapter synopsis: so, we know that the bomb had Eggsy’s name on it, but.... what the hell is actually happening?

A/N: GUYS IM BACK AND IM SORRY!!!! I’ve written (and revised) this more than six months ago, but I absolutely hated how I made Eggsy a dumb character, so I spent all this months putting this story aside to fix it later... but I love it so much and this week I watched Spies are Forever and oh well.... idk, its been too long, but I’m posting this anyway.

Amethyst masterlist

Eggsy didn’t expect to find another person other than Harry and Merlin at the Kingsman’s meeting room. And what he definitely didn’t expect was for the person to be a beautiful Chinese woman laughing and having a drink with Harry Hart. The young man felt like he was invading a private moment, and had the sudden urge to grab y/n by the arm to show her the new victorian-style sconces he chosen for the rebuilt hallway.

But before he could say anything, y/n had already tapped the doorpost, making their presence known. The middle-aged woman talking to Harry glanced at the two young agents, giving the girl a sly smile. 

“I’m glad to know you didn’t punch Mr. Unwin on your way here, y/n” she said, as Eggsy went straight for his chair on Harry’s right side.

“I would’ve if you didn’t send me that text” The girl had moved to the woman’s side, backing up to the wall for support. She never made mention of pulling a chair.

“Well, y/n, I take as you already know Harry.” Said the woman, gesturing to the older man, who smiled sweetly. Yes, that’s right. Harry SMILED.

“Of course, The Great Harry Hart, the man of a thousand missions;” when Eggsy thought he couldn’t get more confused, y/n pulled this. “Everybody at the headquarters knows who you are.” And some - fucking – how, she sounded genuine, and not witty or arrogant as she appeared to be. Was that… admiration?

Seeing Eggsy’s confused expression, the older woman gave him a small smile, welcoming, but not too sweet; just like an agent is used to do.

“Galahad, I’m Yijun, or as my agents – or people who can’t bother to learn how to pronounce it - call me, Circe. I’m the head of Amethyst, the agency that y/n works for.”

Eggsy must have looked very confused, because Harry intervened, while pouring two more drinks, giving him one and sliding the other across the table, towards y/n.

“Yijun is an old friend, we met some weeks after she came from China. I was already a Kingsman, and was trying to bring her into the organization – just like I did with you – when she was recruited as an Amethyst trainee.”

“You knew?” Started Eggsy, a little bit of irritation shaping his words. After agent Whiskey, he knew better than not to trust Harry. But he couldn’t help the feeling of being a pawn. “Why did you let me go after her then?”

“I didn’t know the agent who saved you was y/n. All I knew was that she was an Amethyst, since the intervention was fast and clean.”

“-almost clean;” Yijun turned her chair to y/n, who was taking a sip out of her drink, still leant against the wall. “If Morgan’s work were perfect, you wouldn’t be able to find her.”

“Nobody’s perfect, but I try my best.” She shrugged. “’m still your best agent tho.”

“Please,” Merlin entered the room, an IPad in hands, ready to the briefing. “put the blame on me for being able to hack into almost anything, including London’s surveillance cameras. She did a wonderful job.”

Merlin stopped right in front of y/n, extending his hand for a handshake. She grabbed it immediately.

“Miss Le Fay. Hope our codenames won’t be a problem.” 

“I don’t see why, Sir Merlin. The witch from who I borrowed my name could very easily have been Merlin’s apprentice.”

No awkward pressure thing, from what Eggsy could see. Why were his interactions with her so bloody awful? For god’s sake, y/n was joking with Merlin!

It took him a moment to remember what history the two were referring to: Morgan Le Fay was a witch in King Arthur’s story, from where Kingsman got their codenames. Depending on the version, she can be portrayed as Merlin’s enemy, responsible for the death of King Arthur or as a powerful good woman, that had healing powers and could shape shift. For an organization like Amethyst, Eggsy supposed the second option was the one they had in mind.

Merlin greeted Yijun with a respectful “ma’am” before selecting something on his device, the projection of a document showing up on the wall above y/n.

“The techs over Amethyst sent us their reports on missing people, and turns out the man who you two,” Merlin looked at Eggsy and y/n. “saw is Adrian Bell. Seven months ago, he apparently went on a trip to India, but his family didn’t hear about him after he left. He never showed up on the airport camera footage.”

“So... he planned to disappear?” Interfered Eggsy.

“Apparently, yes. But there’s a problem.” Merlin changed the projection, it now being a series of pictures, especially ones where Bell hugged his family tightly, his wife crying, and his kids glued to his leg. It looked like a reunion. “He doesn’t remember anything and woke up asking for his family. His last memory was being in a bar and passing out. He thinks that he was in an alcoholic coma.”

Eggsy was about to ask a lot of questions, but Merlin had started talking again, while taking two Kingsman’s RayBans out of his pocket, giving each woman a pair. 

“I’ve made a partnership with the group of cooperative organizations led by Amethyst, also called D.E.A.R; Diamond, Emerald and Amethyst Relations -” Introduced Merlin, but Eggsy wasn’t really paying much attention to him. 

Instead, he was observing y/n, who hesitantly spun the glasses in her hands, analysing it, differently from Yijun, who just put them on right away. Her mouth twitched on the side, and she started to bite her tongue, as if trying to distract and put herself together. Y/n put them on, but kept looking down for some seconds, before fixing her posture and raising her head, crossing her arms, still leant against the wall on one shoulder.

It was quite weird seeing y/n wearing the glasses. Even though she had noting that could possibly remind him of Roxy, Eggsy couldn’t stop the deja vu of his best friend. A sad smile adorned his lips. He missed her.

A Kingsman-style hologram of a young 16-year-old girl appeared sitting on one of the chairs, big extravagant round sunglasses framing her face along with bright pink streaks on her brown hair. Although she was a teenager (and dressed like one, in a jean jacket and a white tee that said “girl power” in red), she sat perfectly straight, very professionally.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I’m Tonks, Emerald’s tech and field agent. I just came back from an information gathering mission.” which, as a previous Emerald’s agent, y/n knew was just a fancy description for attending parties. Nothing too dangerous, especially for Emerald’s missions, that were more based in socialization and keeping an eye on people. Actually, y/n was impressed that Tonks had something substantial to report (especially to Kingsman) in a high school party. “A group of unmatchable individuals seems to be working together, all of them acting really uncharacteristic and very patronized. I detected the group spiking other teen’s drinks. I managed to intervene and get a sample of it. Agent Spellman also reported a strange movement, alike the one I observed, with a college group. We sent the samples to our biotechs, and the lab concluded it was a modified Mikey Pinn.” The girl grabbed her phone and sent something, the IPhone message sound reverberating through the room. “Now you have access to our outhouse cameras, Merlin.” 

Merlin quickly changed the projection above y/n to eight squares of video that showed each teen in one small room, some asleep on the beds, some walking around nervously, and one passed out on the floor. Tonks started talking again.

“Spellman and I brought the group of high school and college students to our outhouse. Whatever drug they’re on soon will wear off, and then we’ll be able to analyse what happened to them.”

“Was that the first ever occurrence on your field, Tonks?” Asked Yijun, and then turned to the Kingsman’s, explaining; “Emerald agents that work on high schools usually only have to get in action to stop violence and abuse at their missions. Situations like what we’re dealing with right now is uncharacteristic.”

“No, Boss. Some students stopped going to classes suddenly, but we checked: they all were confirmed on exchange programs abroad. Apparently, they never went.”

Y/n wasn’t leant on the wall anymore. She’d walked to the table, bent over it, hands open, pressed on the cold wood, all her attention on Tonks. Tension.

“Who were the kids? High school and college. Why choose them?” She said.

Tonks flipped through her phone, messaging Merlin more documents - the ring once again filling the room - before answering.

“A rugby player, two perfect grade kids and a foreign student were the high school kids. Apparently, it’s a pattern: physically strong people and awarded students that stand out for their knowledge of exact sciences.”

“Have you tracked were they were drugged the first time?” Continued y/n.

“Not yet, but...”

“I did;” said Merlin, suddenly, typing on his IPad.

A new image showed up on the wall. The front of a bar that looked like it used to be fancy ten years ago. Now, the paint was coming off the walls, and the huge opaque black doors were rusted, chains and a big old padlock kept them closed. It had no name on the outside, only a broken light up waning crescent moon, just the inferior part working, shining in a weak yellow light.

Eggsy knew the place. Actually, every teen and young adult in London knew Moonz: the flat broke bar that let underage kids come in and drink. You didn’t even need a fake ID, they would pretend to not be able to do math and let kids in. In some months, it became domain of teens, turning into a considerably safe place for them to get drunk and party. Also, it was the cheapest place to get booze.

But the underage drinking caused a bigger problem; since it was illegal, the neighbourhood didn’t have a lot of cops because the owner kept them away. Consequently, Moonz’s location became a centre of violence, kidnapping, and other heavy crimes.

The young Galahad saw y/n turn to the projection in slow motion, the act of being casual being thrown out of the window. For Eggsy, she looked like a robot who got rebooted and installed a completely different system of command. When she spoke again, her voice was strong and deep.

“Tonks, do you know when it started?”

“It?” Asked Eggsy. 

“The kidnappings.” Y/n answered. “The fact that they were drugging others looks like it was a kidnapping system. In this context, those kids were “recruiting” more teens.” 

Tonks checked her phone.

“No, Morgan. We couldn’t track it. They apparently are the first ones to come back.”

“Shit.” Y/n paced around the room. “Boss, permission to do an observation and protection mission at Moonz.”

“Permission granted” nodded Yijun “take Galahad with you.”

“Yi, I don’t think the gentlemen can pass as a teenager.” Y/n had stopped walking. She looked straight into Eggsy’s eyes. “With all due respect...”

Yijun shook her head. 

“You know there are other ways to get him inside undercover.”

Y/n ran her fingers through her hair, taking a deep breath. Eggsy could almost hear her thinking “Fuck. Fine.”.

“C’mon Galahad, we’ve got a job to do.”

Eggsy and Y/n were almost out of the room when Yijun called her agent again.

“Oh and Y/n.” The girl turned around. “Don’t engage. I’ll send Emerald agents to protect the kids, but you and Galahad can’t have your covers blown up. Do. Not. Engage. Do you understand?”

All Y/n did was nod slightly.

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under 100k larry fic recs

hi! i’m becca and i read...so much fic. these rec lists are an accumulation of fic that i’ve read or reread and extra loved from 2016-now. there’s a wide range of stuff here and i think there’s definitely something for everyone!! i divided them up by length so you can check out all those categories below!

please make sure to read tags and warnings on all these fics!! the only things i think i can guarantee is that these are all larry, there’s no non-con, no age play, no eating disorders, no mentions of bg, they end happy, and they’re mostly aus. oh and they’re all on ao3 and some are locked so you’ll need an account! anyway i hope y’all enjoy!!!

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under 25k

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100k+

☆ somethin’ bout you by missandrogyny 60k

Of all the government agents in the world, Louis had to go and land the most charming one.

☆ tug-of-war by cherrystreet 63k

Louis' husband dies suddenly and he is left with nothing. Well, not really nothing. He has Harry. And a St. Bernard puppy named Link, whom his late husband left behind for him. Louis takes care of Link and Harry takes care of Louis. Everything is okay until suddenly, it isn't.

☆ cameras flashing by juliusschmidt 82k

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

☆ home to you by crowsonthewire 54k

“If someone wrote that for me I’d probably be a crying mess before it was even over. I’m crying a little right now actually.”

It’s about you, Harry’s brain screamed. I wrote it about you.

Gemma appeared in the doorway then and dragged Louis away. With one winking smile he was gone. Harry curled up and stuffed his face into his duvet so he could cry with no one hearing.

**** At fifteen, Harry wrote his first song for an oblivious seventeen year old Louis Tomlinson. Ten years later he’s a singer/songwriter who cant find any words for his second album and Louis is a closeted actor tired of LA.

They both try to run from the things weighing them down and in the process, they find each other.

☆ fate don’t know you by sincewewereeighteen 99k

“Just. How bad is it?”

Zayn sighs. Shit.

“Not that bad, really,” he says quickly as he scans Louis’ face. “It depends, really. The freshmen are all right and I think you’ll manage just fine with the sophomores.”

“But?”

“Seniors are always shit because they think they rule the school, and this specific class of juniors… Well, let’s say you’ll find a real troublemaker there. Some say he used to be a soft kid, but- I don’t know. Most teachers just leave him alone.” Zayn shrugs. “He walks around with a tough crowd. Guess no one wants to take their chances with him. This is Chicago after all.”

“D’you know the name of the kid?” Louis asks, already very curious to meet said person.

“His name is Harry Styles.” The other man responds. “You’re in for a treat with this one.”

[Or: The one in which Louis always hears thunder when Harry speaks and sees lightning when he glances at him.]

note: this is student/teacher so if that makes you uncomfortable please skip! harry’s 17 but he is still a student so power unbalance and all that but from what i remember it was tastefully done. just like....don’t do that irl obv jfkdaj

☆ like an endless summer by objectlesson 87k

“You just wanna go fawn over Styles as soon as possible,” Zayn grumbles.

“I do not. Plus, he probably got ugly this year. Eighteen is an awkward time...I bet he’s got acne and one of those terrible fuckboy haircuts all the hipsters are getting these days, with the shaved sides? Just watch, the first year we’re gonna get any time together is gonna be the first year I don’t have a stupid crush on him.”

---

Or, Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’s formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun.

note: there’s a second part to this that’s 6k of pwp

☆ back to how it was by lululawrence 53k

Harry carefully stood up and was on his way to the window to look outside when he ran his hand through his hair, and it stopped entirely too soon.

He froze then began fervently patting all over his head. Where was his hair? He’d been growing it out for a couple of years now and it was finally almost to the length he’d had as a goal the entire time. How could it have gotten cut off overnight?

Harry rushed over to the mirror hung on the wall adjacent to the window.

Oh shit. What the hell was happening? Harry leaned closer and saw that not only was his hair cropped shorter than he’d ever wanted to go again, but it looked like he had the beginning of crow’s feet by his eyes. Those definitely weren’t there yesterday! And what happened to his tattoos? He still had some of them, like the star and the letters he’d gotten for his mum and Gemma, but most of the rest were missing and there were a few he’d never seen before instead.

What. The. Fuck.

Or the one where Harry goes to bed angry with his bandmates and wakes up in a universe where One Direction was never formed and he has to find a way back home. Home definitely has nothing to do with his best friend and bandmate, Louis. That would be ridiculous.

note: there’s a second part to this that’s 24k!

☆ when we were younger by dinosaursmate 76k

About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again. His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse. - Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.

note: there’s a second part that’s 3k ziam centric

extra note: you don’t want to know how many episodes of catfish i’ve seen

☆ like cabbages and kings by you_explode 61k

When Louis was a kid, he had a series of very vivid dreams about a place called Wonderland. There were rabbits wearing waistcoats and talking cats and ridiculous tea parties, and amidst all the absurdity, there was a boy. A boy with dimples, big green eyes and the sweetest soul Louis has ever known. Louis has always kept a place in his heart for that boy and for his funny dreamworld, and when he’s twenty-five and his life falls apart, it turns out Wonderland might not be so imaginary after all.

☆ knives don’t have your back by turnyourankle 51k

The lone survivor of an on campus massacre that claimed the lives of his four housemates, Harry is urged to take a sabbatical or transfer. Instead, he chooses to stay in school, move into the dorms, and overcome his fears.

He finds comfort in a budding friendship with Louis, an upperclassman who lives on his floor, not realizing that their relationship will bring him closer to his traumatizing past rather than further from it.

☆ loving you is free by littlelouishiccups 68k

Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn't been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry.

note: there are two other parts to this that are pretty much pwp. they’re 24k and 4k

☆  dance to the distortion by lis (domesticharry) 93k

Louis accidentally breaks Harry's camera lens and in order to get it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other.

☆ waiting on you by emma1234 77k

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

note: there’s a second part to this that’s 5k

☆ this wicked game by cherrystreet 70k

An AU in which The Bachelor is gay, Louis is a contestant, Harry is the bachelor, everyone drinks a lot of champagne, the entire world gets to watch them fall in love, and no one plays by the rules.

note: i’ve seen maybe five episodes of the bachelor in my life and hated it but i have read every larry bachelor fic 

☆ coax the cold by mediawhore 86k

England, 1897.

English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

☆ this feeling by orphan_account 59k

"Gonna play it back for you now." Louis clicked play and the song flooded through Harry’s headphones.

The sound of each others voices united into one, and the rhythm of the music carried their voices effortlessly. Harry’s insides tingled and a wave of shivers rolled down his spine.

Before the clip cut off, Harry turned to raise an eyebrow at Louis, and failed miserably at disguising his smile. Louis stared back at him in shock.

Or A Larry Duet AU

☆ love’s on the line, is that your final answer? by pearlydewdrops 53k

Harry can’t believe it when Louis, the boy he’s always had a tempestuous rivalry with, asks him to be his boyfriend. Well, pose as his boyfriend, that is—for a new television game show in which young couples are quizzed on how well they know each other for a jackpot of thirty grand.

Reluctantly, Harry agrees—because he's got student loans to pay off, hasn't he? What's the harm? And he can totally deal with keeping his secret thing for Louis under wraps too. This is all just to win some money. It's fine. No big deal. What could possibly go wrong?

Well, everything. Obviously.

☆ say your prayers by nothing_but 59k

Louis was left wondering what the fuck this encounter had been. Coming to this camp - especially after learning that it was a religious one - he had never expected to find himself in a bathroom with the attractive, strictly Catholic, not-gay-or-anything head counsellor making flirty remarks. Quite the opposite, to be honest.

Or the one where Harry, head counsellor at a Catholic summer camp, dedicates his time to what he loves most, year after year. It’s mostly the same every summer; the place, the topics, the games. This year, however, there’s a new assistant counsellor stumbling into his camp, and possibly his heart.

☆ i’ll crash until you notice me by stylinsoncity 61k

Louis sets off to Barbados to oversee the massive resort his family owns known as Sandy Hill. For years, he's been looking for a change in the monotony of his life, seeking adventure and perhaps love too. What he doesn't expect is the bright eyed boy who spills a milkshake on his shoes.

Cue the summer loving.

note: zendaya is listed as a character in this which desperately makes me want to reread it because i don’t remember that!!!

☆ nothing but you on my mind by nonsensedarling 84k

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

☆ ghost note symphony by whoknows 96k

Louis is on tour when he first hears about it. It’s all over the news – Harry Styles Attacked By Fan runs in headlines for days. It’s not even just the gossip rags, either. Actual journalists are covering the story. It would have been impossible to avoid hearing about it. Technically, Oli is the one who tells Louis about it, but it’s not exactly being covered up. Harry doesn’t answer Louis’ text asking if he’s alright, but that’s not really surprising. They haven’t spoken for months, and it’s been a lot longer than that since they’ve had a real conversation. The sting of the text going unanswered is still there, less painful than it might have been a few years ago.

It’s not that it’s easy to forget about, exactly. Louis has a whole life outside of One Direction now, though. So Louis goes on with his life, figuring that if Harry was seriously hurt he would have heard about it by now. He might currently be in the same country as Harry, but being on opposite sides of it puts enough distance between them that putting it in the back of his mind is easy. There’s nothing Louis could do, even if he thought Harry might want him to.

That’s why everything that happens next comes as a complete shock to him.

☆ thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by nonsense_darling 52k

Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.   

☆ here in the afterglow by fondleeds 89k

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

-

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

note: i can’t believe i waited until 2020 to read this...it was life changing tbh and i cried

☆ just call me inspiration by hereforlou 52k

The truth is Louis knows he’s going to hell, if there is such a thing, but it isn’t because he writes erotic fiction for a living. If anything, it’s because his muse, the reason he’s inspired to write about people shagging in increasingly creative ways everyday, is the sweetest, loveliest, most genuine (and completely oblivious) future children-book illustrator in the world.

(Or, the one where Louis is a writer, Harry is an art student, and they inspire each other in very different ways.)

☆ truly, madly, deeply (10 things i hate about you) by sunsetmog 54k

The first Louis had heard of Harry auditioning for X Factor was the night he'd turned up on Louis' doorstep the day before leaving for Boot Camp, with a DVD and an illicit bottle of vodka.

Thing was, Louis hated secrets, and he really hated being made a fool of, and he really, really hated Harry Styles.

or: the one in which they're all in sixth form together, and Harry auditions for X Factor without them.

note: this has always been a fav

☆ the impossible now by stylinsoncity 65k

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

☆ swallow the knife by whoknows 76k

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.

Adrenaline makes Louis loose-lipped, and they both know it. He tightens his arms around Harry’s neck, buries his face in his hair. “I missed you,” he confesses, quiet. “Doesn’t feel the same up there by myself.”

note: i don’t even normally like non-aus but i have read this fic five times in the last nine months so. there’s that. 

extra note: there’s an 11k alternate sex scene here

☆ perfect storm by cherrystreet 80k

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

☆ anyplace, anyhow, anytime by aimmyarrowshigh, colazitron 81k

Harry's going to audition for The X-Factor in a few days, he really can't use this persistent tickle in his throat. What's even worse is when the tickle turns into a full blown cough, and the cough makes him pass out only for Harry to wake up in a different world. And then another one, and another one, and another one. The only other person who seems to be as affected as he is, is a boy with blue eyes who keeps showing up in every single one of these worlds.

note: i reread all of aimmyarrowhigh’s larry fics this year including the 500k or whatever sheylinson verse and i thought about putting them all in here but like...felt excessive & i figured i’d give attention to a less well known one, plus this way we get colazitron too! 

☆ the second hand unwinds by kingsofeverything (fullonlarry) 52k

Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.

☆ waiting for the tides to meet by nauticalleeds (metamorphosis) 60k

Louis lets out a deep breath, thinking about Harry’s soulmate. Thinking about how Harry’s soulmate is probably as beautiful as Harry, some person that Louis cannot compare to, and how the universe has chosen them to be Harry’s. Fuck the universe. “Fuck you,” he calls out to the universe. He’s aware of how crazy he sounds.

Maybe he is crazy, with how he’s falling for Harry. And fuck that, too.

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

☆ keep my candle bright by whisperdlullaby 79k

louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own.

☆ strawberries & cigarettes by dimpled_halo 77k

Harry looks up and immediately freezes. Next to Ms. Archie stands the boy from just the other day. The boy with the leather jacket and chipped black nails, that might or might not be sketched in the very book Harry has just placed on the table in front of him. The leather jacket is missing today, probably because they aren’t allowed as part of their required uniform attire, but Harry can still see the fading black nail polish on his nails, and eyeliner around his eyes. Harry’s mouth goes a little dry. This boy is so intriguing to him.

“Ye-yes, Ms. Archie?” Harry tries to play it cool, but he’s almost positive that his cheeks are burning red, and he’s relieved neither of them can tell how fast his heart is beating in his chest.

The boy seems to also recognize Harry, because his lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“Harry is at the top of his class. He’s your best bet at getting familiar with things around here.” She explains.

Louis nods, his smirk still very prominent on his face. “Thank you Ms. Archie. I’ll be sure to take advantage of young Harold here.”

*

Summary: Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

[madd-days]

Things I realise I do as a person who struggles with maladaptive daydreaming

Note: I have not properly diagnosed myself because my parents are fully against of me getting diagnosed, so I had only realised I had MADD because of the reasons below. It may have been ADHD, or it might just be a symptom of other mental illnesses.

I shut down completely from social interaction while I quietly perform tasks, because it's so much better listening to myself talk to imaginary people and being a person that's unrealistic to me.

This goes on for days, and I develop the story for my para each day and I'm influenced by things that happened on that day, so for example a radio host with a charming guest where I act as the guest or becoming a youtuber that talks a lot of social issues while playing a casual game. A lot of the times, just basically- I am everyone and I created everything. A god complex.

I spend way too much time on youtube if I'm not daydreaming. My favorite times to daydream are at night when I don't have wifi, and my fantasies are what makes me sleep at night.

Sometimes the fantasies are romantic and sexual, and sometimes they are captivating and exciting. I go to sleep by the first (preferably not too sexual) and go on my day with the latter. If I daydream of the first one in any class, I fall asleep in mere SECONDS. And I actually like my classes! I remember wanting to stay awake to take notes or I'll miss the chance but I couldnt really switch my mind off anyway.

I cannot stand still when I'm having exciting daydreams. I walk around the house a lot. I used to walk around my primary school too but I stopped doing that because people thought I was either crazy or skipping class while I walk in weird places. The urge to wander still happens, I haven't really tried to wander a lot since encountering people I know brings me misery.

I feel like daydreaming is an escape. It doesn't have to remind me of the boring life I live and the struggles I have. It makes me messy and disorganized despite having to actually enjoy cleaning my room. I tend to forget about tasks and I struggle to focus on it on a very bad day.

My bad days push me to hide in my room, repress all emotions and go in my comfort world.

One of the main characters in my daydreams stuck around for little more than a decade, just had gone through change and a LOT of phases. He reflects my phases IRL. But his image is still the same, tall like 180cm skinny black haired boy with blue eyes and a blue hoodie with gap teeth and freckles. I'll probably draw him in his different phases if I remember to draw.

Lately these days I've been daydreaming of escaping my personal relationships. I do have a boyfriend, he doesn't know I have maladaptive daydreaming but he has seen some of the symptoms. It's like I would rather hang out with my imaginary friends than my IRL friends.

It does bug me, when I have urges to daydream but everyone is talking to me. I have two reactions, I act like an alien trying to communicate like sorry !!I can't be as social now but!! I want you to know I am still trying while I have this sad smile I show to my friends who care about me or I deadpan at every statement everyone makes and I just respond like "Yeah. Right. Okay" because I'm too annoyed(?) more like unbothered?to talk with anyone. I don't even realise I do this, I do it to my family members when I'm sweeping the floor/cutting vegetables/cooking rice and I just barely give any energetic response to whatever they were saying because I'd rather listen to my paras.

I do or I used to flinch whenever my mind goes to bad place. Not when I'm daydreaming, but when I'm in reality where things are messy and awful. I think about past decisions and old relationships, and I tend to jerk. I have tendencies to yelp out weird words, or a simple "I fucking hate you!" randomly, or shake my head vigorously or sniff loudly. As of late I try not to be as violent to myself, at least verbal abuse is fine. It used to be bad to the point where I drop and break things and also hurt myself one way or another.

I feel like I'm narcissistic. I look at myself in the mirror and I see a capable rising star, a good singer, talented artist, a unique model and a charming spokesperson. All I ever did was just finish school quietly and live with my parents. Doing anything remotely social takes too much energy. And in front of that many people??? My anxious ass could never

Maybe this is just me but I love analysing emotions and character traits, which is why I love astrology and psychology and it is the very root of my learning interest to understand why people act the way they are. I take too much time in analysis that all my characters have in depth stories. Maybe not the most consistent storyline but it was enough to get me emotionally attached to them.

[sebbytrash]

Polo

Summary - Marco is the sound of your heart, of your saviour. Its your downfall and your salvation. Marco is the last echoing edges of hope, hope in your heart.

Bucky is your partner in the team, a beautiful, deadly, partnership that is threatened when you go and fall in love with him. Bucky is your Marco. 

Pairing - Bucky x Reader

Warnings - Canon typical violence. Mild torture. Swearing. (6k words?) Bucky is a smartass. So are you. 

A/N - This was a request from @girl-next-door-writes from 300 years ago (I’m so sorry) that I’ve been working on a while. It got away from me a bit but I sorta likes how it turned out. A super massive thank you to @abovethesmokestacks for being my wonderful beta (I’m awful with grammar.) 

The ground under your feet feels tacky and wet, the darkness surrounding you gives no clear indication from what but you doubt it’s something good. The air is heavy with presence and death. You feel more than you hear your assailants approach, feel the air whip and the thrum of their energy as they throw themselves toward you. You easily twist out of the way, pivoting to ready for the next attack, planting your feet in a steadying stance. "Marco." You hear him say, having no need to raise his voice, he knows you'll hear regardless. "Polo," you respond instantly, tilting your head up a little as you do. He hones in on it, using it like tracking in the deathly darkness of the room. He shoots, the noise echoes around the room and your assailant slumps to the floor. He makes no other sound, no surprised gasp, no gargles, no last words and you know it's because Bucky hit him right in the head. Even blind, he had a perfect shot. You run towards him, run towards the exit, having gotten what you came here for and ready to get out. Bucky kicks down a door you hadn't seen and the light blinds you for a few seconds, shielding your eyes you follow him through only to throw yourself to the left when a fist flies towards you. There's three of them, two surrounding Bucky, one sizing you up before heading your way. Another spike in adrenaline alters your reality, slowing everything down and allowing a few, sweet seconds where you map your surroundings before it snaps back into place. You let him attack, dodging each blow with relative ease and allowing you time to quickly analyse his fight technique; he's strong but slow, each lunge costing him more and more and giving you the advantage. He sees what he wants to, a woman, the weaker sex, smaller than him and you use it to your advantage. He lunges again and you use the momentum to swipe his legs from under him. He careens forward, unable to control the fall and you manoeuvre around so you can drive a knee into his back sending his face into the concrete below with a force that knocks him clean out. "Marco." You hear the inflection, know what he's going to do. "Polo." One of Bucky's attackers flies towards you, shoved at you by him. You swing up and around his shoulders, using your bodyweight to drive him down like the other, hearing the unmistakable crunch of shattering bones as his body goes slack under you. Turning towards Bucky, you see him standing over the final guard who’s slumped on the floor, a beaten mess. He grins at you, wide  and teethy and only slightly manic, his body a steely calm whilst yours is beginning to shake from the adrenaline. This is his comfort zone, chaos and battle, and it pulls at those feelings. The ones you stuffed down deep, in a place they can't affect you or your partnership with him. You made a helluva team. "Let's get outta here. I'm fucking starving," he says to you, patting his stomach like it's normal to be thinking of food surrounded by all this.

Of course he's thinking about food. He's always thinking about food.

You tend not to dwell, or try not to anyway. Even so, there are quiet moments every once in a while, quiet moments where those thoughts that you ignore stand in a line and demand attention, even just for second. You’re having one of those quiet moments now, here in your room with no one around to distract your neurons from standing in that neat line and marching one by one straight to your heart.

James fuckin Barnes. Master assassin. Cheeto eating champion. Heart ruiner.

You had tried, feebly...half-heartedly, to not fall for him. He was your colleague, your partner and your closest friend. The team jokingly called you husband and wife not knowing how that itched at your skin like you were being eaten alive by the sheer want for it. They didn’t know, of course, your steely nerves and unwavering focus meant you never found yourself caught unaware, or caught staring. You hoped.

Your door flies open and in barges the man himself, a hand over his eyes and the other reaching out blindly, “Put the girls away, Y/N, I’m coming in.”

“You’re already in, genius. And the girls are safely stowed.” You roll your eyes at his dramatics, bite back the smile in response to his following smirk, “One of these days you're gonna get an eyeful and I’m not paying for that therapy.”

“Maybe that’s what I’m hoping for.” He flops down on your bed beside you and pulls your legs onto his lap and rests his hands on the curves. You do your best to control your muscles, feel the threads of your jeans catch fire under his touch and your whole body fight to sigh. Stupid, stupid heart.

“Can’t you go annoy Steve?”

“He’s on a date.” Bucky wags his eyebrows and you can’t help but laugh in response. For an expert marksman and decorated soldier he sure is a dork.

“A date? With who?”

“A civilian, apparently.” His thumb moves in absent circles, catching on the seam on the inside of your thigh and the feeling travels with it. It’s distracting in a way you can’t afford to be and forces you to pull your legs up and under you. He watches you and folds his hands on his lap, loses the signature half-smirk from his face and turns towards you.

“You ever think about doing that?” He looks at you from the side of his eyes, clenching and then loosening his fists.

“Dating a civvie? Nah, seems like too much effort. Too much room for error,” you answer, imagining all the ways it would go wrong, all the missed dates and overrun missions. All that room for heartbreak.

“Sure, yeah, but dating in general even?” His hands now hold all the answers to his questions, or so it seems. It surprises you and terrifies you all at once, the nature of the question.

“Uh, yeah, I guess I do,” you start, not knowing how to finish when the truth is so much more complicated, “But what is it Steve says, hard to find someone with a shared life experience. Ha! Oh, and finding the time?”

He nods at that, tilts his head like he gets it and you suppose he does, “That’s true. He has a point but I dunno, don’t you ever feel like there’s something meant for you?” He sounds so earnest and your stupid, stupid heart beats an anthem for the tone of his voice.

“I like to think there is, yeah. Or hope there is? I dunno, man, how do you even meet someone?” You spiral a bit just thinking about it all, the nature of your life now limits your options in a way you never really considered and the further you go down that rabbit hole, the more you realise you're destined to end up alone. Maybe you need to get a cat.

“Who says  you haven’t already met them?”

“My very lonely vagina says so.”

“Talk to me when it's been 20 years, my friend.”

“Yikes,” you say, and then because you can’t help it, “Does it even still work?”

“Wanna find out?” He wags those eyebrows again and shows off all his teeth.

“Let’s play a game of fuck off...you go first.”

Bucky’s back is to you when you enter the kitchen and you take a second to just appreciate the width of his shoulders and the solidness of his body. No ropey muscles or coil cut abs, he’s all power and sturdiness like he was built that way. He sets out a Coke on the counter and digs around some more.

“Polo,” you say, and he knows, reaches back in and tosses a Coke over his head and directly into your waiting hand. Perfect aim, like always.

“You know, it’s fucking creepy when you guys do that,” Sam says from behind you, earning a half guilty glance over your shoulder that only makes his eyebrows travel further. The look on his face suggesting maybe he’d seen you do all that appreciating but he says nothing further, even attempts to hide the smirk and you pretend your oblivious.

“Jealous is a nice color on you, Zazu,” Bucky says, throws a Coke Sam’s way and leans on the counter like his muscles are made of jelly but you know different, see the coils in his muscles like he's waiting to pounce.

Something glints in Sams eyes, he stares a moment too long and you just know this, whatever it is, is not going to go well. His face falls into a smile, eyes lazily roll from your toes and up and says, “Mmm, hmm. Maybe it’s time you traded the fossil for a younger model, Y/N.”

Bucky’s expression falters for a millisecond, eyes going blank before the lazy smile snaps back into place and you’re left to question if you ever saw a difference. Left wondering if you’re projecting all that hope you refuse to acknowledge and it’s filling in gaps for you.

“Aren’t younger models usually an upgrade? Besides, my girl has better taste than that.” His girl. He says it like it’s no big deal, like he has any right to force that thump from your heart like you didn’t spend hours boxing it in.

Sam scoffs, “You think you’re the upgrade?”

“As nice as it is to have you fake fight over me, I’d rather rip off my own ears than have to listen to you two compare dicks.” You roll your eyes at the both of them and wander off to find a quiet place to control your heart and fight the urge to goddamn swoon at my girl.

Sam laughs, the chimes in heaven laugh and earns a real smile from you in return, holds your eyes a few more seconds and then leaves. Bucky watches this but fails to laugh too, huffs a bit at you when he flops down beside you on the couch, side by side from toe to shoulder.

“Ever heard of personal boundaries?” you say and nudge against his shoulder, he uses the nudge to slip his arm around yours and tug you even closer.

“But I’m so cuddly,” he deadpans, widens his eyes and slow blinks at you.

It does its job, loosens a laugh that you tried to bury, “You really are.” Bury deeper.

He's quiet a while but his leg is trembling along yours and there's a tension in his lines that means he’s got something on his mind. You wait it out, knowing he’ll say it if he wants to, knowing that maybe he just needs the company and the closeness to chase away the demon.

“You like him?” he finally says into the quiet, like random words of a puzzle with the corners.

“Like who?” you ask, because what the fuck?

“Sam.” Sam? Oh. He thinks… the look and the smile. Thinks it’s for Sam. Thinks it’s for Sam and it’s why he’s gone quiet, bothered. Hope fractures through that steely wall around your heart.

“Nah. Nah I don’t like Sam,” you say, pushing the slightest inflection so it’s there if he wants to take it. A small, most hesitant step.

“But you like somebody,” he says it more than he asks, the leg sinks like concrete into the sofa.

“Yeah, I uh, like somebody.” He smiles and tucks his chin, the small smile that leans into hope and it’s enough for now. It’s enough to say it. Suggest it even, leave room for more later if that’s what he wants. A crack in the wall.

The softness of your pillow is like a depth of comfort you never knew until you reached the compound. A level of richness in the sheets and how they glide against your skin is just the most wonderful way to start your day, and you thank Tony for them on an almost daily basis. (In your mind, at least.) You stay there, on the edge of sleep and coast along the consciousness of enjoying the comfort but still under enough to feel your bones like lead and muscles wade through water.

It takes a few minutes for you to fully surface, and few minutes more for your brain to register that it isn’t morning and the light you feel through your eyelids if the Netflix screen playing on a loop from your abandoned binge with Bucky. Bucky... You sit up when you remember and unintentionally startle him too, find yourself on the receiving end of a soldier on auto-pilot and pinned firmly against the wall, the firmness of his arm pressed across your chest and a drowning fear in his eyes. The irises swim in it, roll around in that fight response and then clarity fogs in.

“Y/N. I’m- Shit, I’m so sorry.” He throws himself back and away till he’s pressed up against your headboard. “I can’t believe I… I almost…”

“Bucky. Stop.” His eyes snap to yours at the firmness of your tone, “You did nothing, okay? I’m fine.”

“I hurt you.” It drags up your bones, the pain in his voice, his every fear come to life in one small half of a moment.

“Like hell you did,” you say again, “You reacted, we all do it.”

“Doll…” he starts, ready to argue but you’re armed to the teeth with reasons and boy, is he in for it.

“What about that time I pulled a gun on you in Texas? Or when I kicked out your knee in that awful bar in Edinburgh? Did you blame me?”

“That’s different.”

“Is it now? Explain that for me.”

“I could have really hurt you.”

“And what, I couldn’t have hurt you because… I’m a woman? Here I thought we were equal in this partnership.” You don’t believe that’s what it is but you say it anyway, point out the flaws in his so called logic.

“That’s not what I meant…” His tone tipping, an opening for a win.

“Oh, really? Enlighten me, of wise man of men.”

“Shit. Fine. I get it. Consider me shutting up now.” He gives you a tight smile that gets wider when you match it with your own.

“Good choice.” He laughs at that, reaches out to haul you up beside him and tuck you in close.

“What would I do without you?” He says, dropping his chin on top of your head and grips along your ribcage.

“Die, probably.”

He laughs again, pokes a bit at your ribs before, “I mean it.”

“Me too.” He loses it.

Bucky throws his head back and laughs, the carefree joy on his face lights up all the nerves in your finger tips followed by that resounding thump in your chest. His fingers reach out and blindly clutch at your arm, the metal plates hot against your skin.

It’s been a week since you put a crack in the wall and neither of you have pushed any further. It feels like stunted progress and that hope your heart was feeling is starting to falter. Maybe you misread the situation? Maybe you projected all that tension right onto him and he really is happy with how things are?

A part of you wonders if you should just admit it, tell him how you feel and hope that he’s there with you, but the stronger, more damaged part of you insists that you shouldn’t. It’s a terrible, wonderful thing, these feelings.

“Oh man, I fucking love this show,” Bucky says, wiping the stray tear from his eye and shooting you a bone-melting smile.

“Yeah, I kinda figured that after your obnoxious laughing almost blew an eardrum,” you respond, rolling your eyes and chewing on your lip to keep from smiling.

“My laugh is not obnoxious.” He flicks your shoulder and crosses his legs at the ankle on your coffee table.

“Whatever you say, Janice.”

“Hey! I understood that reference.”

“Well done, dinosaur. Finally catching up on the last 900 years?”

“I’m not too old to kick your ass,” he warns, waggy finger and all.

“I’m terrified,” you deadpan, roll your head to the side and do your best blank stare. He laughs again, that awful, obnoxious, wonderful laugh. You hate it.

You love it.

It's tempting, in these moments, to run your fingers through his hair or along his exquisite jaw line just to see what he would do. Just to see. Your fingers ache with the want, ache and itch inside your clenched fist to feel his stubble scratch against your skin and to see if his shoulders were as sturdy as they looked. He must see your clenched fist because he wraps his fingers round it and gently pulls each finger free, running his thumb over your knuckles like he’s trying to soothe the ache he gave them. It’s gentle, caring, rubs along that hope again just enough to light a fire under it.

“I was thinking about what we talked about, you know, about dating.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmm, what would you say if I was thinking I might be ready to dip my toe in that particular pool.”

He sits up, drags a hand down over that stubble and then over his mouth, a sudden tension in his spine that makes you want to will the words back into your mouth. You wait, because there’s not much else you can do now that they are out there and you’ve yet to master time travel. You wait, seconds, minutes, years?

“I think… that you deserve that. You deserve it all, and that you should go for it.” Why does he sound so weird. His tone sounds like its scraping the gravel off the payment.

“I should?” You literally can’t stop yourself.

“Yeah, you should,” he says, still facing away from you when he adds as casual as he can muster, “Someone who’s not so broken.”

You feel it when the words hit your chest, splinter inside of you, the rejection only secondary to the knowledge that he feels like he's broken. That he doesn’t know that you're broken too, that he’s the person that's all your glue and pins and duct tape.

“You think you’re broken?” you whisper, finally, and stretch out a hand till you can touch his back, try not to flinch when he moves away from you.

“I know. I can’t even sleep beside you without trying to throw you through your wall,” he says, stands up to put some distance between you, still not looking you in the eye.

“That wasn’t your fault…” you insist, but he cuts you off.

“Of course it was my fault. Do you even hear yourself? Making excuses for me already.” His tone is angry, incredulous even, and he finally looks at you, lets you see the torment in those eyes. The hurricane of pain that swallows up all the color and life in them.

“Bucky, you're being ridiculous.” The desperation is leaking into your voice, bleeding into your energy. The whole situation is spiraling and you’re lost on a solution. You can’t lose him.

“I’m not, Y/N. I’m being…” He stops, his pleading eyes slowly shutting off till they are void and you know where this is going, see it in his bones as he regresses back to the soldier, his gait as he heads to the door and hunches like his stomach is coiling, “I’m not that for you. I’m sorry.”

The door is closed softly, but it feels like the sound is reverberating inside your skull.

It's been more than a few hours since the incident, as you are now referring to it. You know that at some point you'll have to face each other, either talk it out or play in that narrow avoidance of it all but some part of you knows it's broken between you now. Things that can't be unsaid, feelings that can no longer go ignored and the stone in your gut gets heavier with each passing minute, each passing second. It's a ravaging sort of torment that feels like there's something clawing its way out of your soul.

Like maybe Bucky is forcefully taking back that piece of you that's always been his.

The wallowing is cut short by a summons from Fury, a directive for a mission that will provide a merciful break from all the thinking. The mission is for you and Nat alone. You wonder, vaguely, if Bucky will even notice your gone.

You take your time gearing up, long enough that Nat starts to eyeball you in a way that suggests she knows. She doesn't, of course, but she certainly knows something up. It must be exhausting to always be so observant.

“You good?” she finally asks after you repack the same weapon three times. You hum a yes and nod but fail to meet her eyes. “Finally tell him?” Nat knows, she's always known because of who she is and what she notices but you've never outright admitted it but right now you just need to say it out loud and make it real.

“Yeah. I did. He said he's too broken for me.”

“Seems like that might be your choice,” she simply says, pats you on the shoulder and leaves you to your thinking and rethinking.

She’s right, of course. It should be your choice, and Bucky making it for you is damn insulting. You knew all his demons and he knew yours, it’s actually why you made a lot of sense together. If he doesn’t feel the same way then he should just say that and not deny you the right to make your own choices like he somehow knows better than you do. It's not the 1940’s anymore.

The more you think about it, the angrier you get. The partnership you have was based on mutual trust and respect and now he's going to throw that in your face. The strings in your brain holding all your sensible bits together finally snaps and you abandon your gear in favor of stalking through the building till you’re face to face with Bucky’s door. You knock once, sharp, and then enter.

“Come in?” He freezes mid-motion, presumably on his way to the door and gives a look that braces for trouble. Well, good. At least he knows.

“I’m going to say something and you don’t get to interrupt me or disagree or say anything at all and then I’m going to leave, okay?” He must hear it in your voice because he merely nods, apprehension tightening the skin around his eyes.

“I’m so mad at you, Bucky. Not because you don’t want to be with me. No, that I can take and will take because it’s ok, but if the only reason you don’t want to even try is because you think you are too broken and not because you don’t have feelings for me then you are not the man I thought you were. That choice should be mine. Mine, Bucky.”

You slam a hand down on the table between you, fix him with a look that lays you bare, “The only one you need to make is whether you want to be with me. Because anything less tells me that trust and respect between us was false. It’s not the 1940’s anymore.”  

The shock on his face is clear enough that he never thought of it that way, you can tell and so you soften it a bit, “Look, this wasn’t some whim for me. I’ve thought about this, you, a lot, okay? I’ve seen all there is to see, none of it scares me. I don’t love you in spite of these things, I love you because of them.” Your fingers clench at each word, the impact of the words you can never un say but you don’t want to now. The rest, well, that’s up to him.

You turn to leave and when you reach the door he calls out, “No. Don’t. Whatever you have to say can wait.”

“Polo,” you say, or really you spit at them, the blood in your mouth coloring their shirts but the pattern is kinda nice so you give them a bloody smile. They don’t like it when you smile.

“We’re going to get the information, one way or the other. You may as well make it easy on yourself,” your assailant says, gripping your chin with forceful fingers, waiting, “No? Fine, the hard way it is.” He hits you hard across the face with a closed fist, the pain pulls a whine from you but you don’t mind that so much. They’ll never get the information they want so they may as well know your in pain.

The mission with Nat wasn’t going exactly to plan. (Ha!) The details were sketchy, but somewhere along the way you’d gotten caught and were currently being lightly tortured by two goons who were doing their honest to god best, but really, you’d had worse. You’re just biding your time, concentrating on packing away that pain and letting your adrenaline fray away your edges. He’d come. You knew he would.

They try taking turns for a while, one guy favors a punch to the gut whilst the other prefers the face or neck, (and really, getting punched in the neck is fucking sore).

“What the fuck is Polo!” the taller of the two screams at you, his patience all but gone replaced by a manic sort of look that says this might go from bad to worse very, very soon.

“Do you think it’s a person?” the other asks, checking and rechecking the door, showing his hand.

The taller one looks at you, scoffs, “You think someone is coming for you, Princess? No one will find you here.” He throws in a few knuckles to drive his point home. There’s a wavering in your heart and you start to wonder if maybe he’s right. Maybe this is it for you, a slow, lonely end.

Nat got out, right? She had to.

“We could draw this out, make it real painful for you,” he says, unsheathing a knife from his back and trailing it along your jaw, “Or, we could make it quick. One precise blow to the heart.” He taps it against your chest, the glint in his eye tells you that he means it.

“Polo,” you say, low and determined, wrap your lips around the word and let it be the thing that gets you through, because even if it’s the last thing you say it’ll mean something. Mean everything.

He’s furious, the tall man, that you are not cowering from him like you should and he decides, you can tell, decides that you are worthless and it’s time to finish it. He fists the knife in his hand, readies himself for the blow and you watch him all the way, wanting to meet it with a fierce defiance of life then… everything goes black. It's all consuming, the black, Taller and Smaller yell for each other, yell at each other to find the power but you know this darkness and you welcome it. Soul reaching for soul.

“Marco.” Symphonies composed from less feeling.

“Polo.” Two shots ring out, followed by two distinct thuds.

Hands find your knees and then your face, bracing and whispering over your cheeks and down to your bonds, his forehead rests against yours as he loosens the ties and a whimper escapes you. The profound relief of having him here, of feeling him against you vastly outweighs the relief of being alive but he doesn’t know that, murmurs soft “You’re safe now” and “I got you” till he has you in his arms. You white knuckle the front of his gear all the way back to the jet.

Sam sees you first, eyes go a little wide as he once-overs you face which tells you how much of a mess Taller made of it, “Ready to go home, kid?”

You try to smile but it comes across like more of a grimace, bloody mouth and split skin so you settle on a nod. Bucky carefully sets you down on bench next to him, draws you up under his arm and keeps a tight hold on your waist. His fingers tremble every few seconds but you can hardly tell against the aches. He doesn’t say anything more except taking inventory of your injuries or making sure you’re somewhat comfortable all the way home.

You wish for a snide remark or joke more than anything else.

Nat sits on your other side gripping your fingers in her hand like she's trying to mold them into her own, doesn’t look at you or question you, simply stays. As close as Bucky will allow, that is.

A residual panic surfaces during a dream, makes you run and run but never get away. The panic must have bled through the dream because the next thing you know there’s a hand stroking your face and whispering, “Shh, Y/N. It’s just a dream.”

You slowly blink awake and up at him, blink again because the sight of Bucky standing over you with such affection is threatening your reality more than the dream. You try to sit up and wince, the reality of the pain that earlier adrenaline had hidden is in full focus. Sharp focus. He helps you sit, careful, slow touches that feel alien to you. You stare at each other for a few beats, the air swimming with all the words that have been left unsaid.

“What’s the verdict?” you ask, just to puncture the silence that feels like it’s pressing on your skin.

“Two cracked ribs, hairline fracture to your jaw but mostly just bruises. A lot of bruises.” His jaw tightens with that last part but he doesn’t say anything further, even though he wants to. It’s part of the deal, the partnership, that there’s no blame or guilt trip when someone is hurt. It’s why it works. Worked.

“We’ve had worse.” You look down at your hands because it's the only part you can see, look at your scraped knuckles and raw wrists from being bound, see the clean fingernails, wonder if it was Bucky who cleaned them.

“We should talk,” he says, drops lead right into your stomach.

“Is it absolutely necessary to kick a girl-”

“You were right,” he interrupts

“-when she’s down?” you finish and then catch up on what he said, “Huh?”

“You were right, I was making a decision for you that I had no business making.”

“Oh.” As much as you want to hope, there’s this nagging little doubt, eating away at the back of your mind. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying what I should have said on that couch, I’m saying I’m a fucking idiot…” He reaches for your hand, presses his thumb up and over your aching wrist and looks at you with such soft eyes, “I’m saying, I’m in love with you. That I wanna dip my toes too, if you’ll let me.”

It’s everything you hoped for, all the soft nudges and beats in that heart filled deep with the hope but now it’s there, that nagging doubt and so you press, have to really. For your sanity. It takes another second for you to align your thoughts and Bucky starts to thrum, pulls on his bottom lip before, “You seem… underwhelmed.”

“It’s just… Is this one of those cliches where the person got hurt and now you feel obligated in some way?” You say it, even as your heart fights to take all the letters back, to go a few seconds and relive the best bits till it’s fit to burst.

He gathers up himself till almost his entire top half is on the bed beside you, rests his forehead against yours like he did a few hours ago and threads his fingers along your jaw, “No, no, god no. I’m sorry, so sorry that you have to think that.”

He takes a steadying breath and looks at you, smiles in that soft way again, “I came looking for you, earlier. After you handed my ass to me, that is,” he explains, the smile turning a little wry, “I came to apologise but you were gone. Friday can vouch for me.”

“I don’t need Friday to vouch for you, Bucky. If you say it, I believe it.” And you smile, finally, let yourself hang out on all that hope turned fruitful. It’s the most weightless a smile has every been, like it’ll float right off your face a skyward. He matches it with one of his own, the two of you pressed together with these marshmallow grins and it’s so nice, so right.

“So, we’re doing this?” he asks, just to be sure.

“You’re not worried about hurting me now?”

“Of course I am,” he says, “But I figure I can’t do any worse than you do to yourself.” He gestures at your body vaguely with a smirk that reaches up all the way up to his eyes. You laugh and then wince (Hello ribs!), and then laugh again, take it as the offering it is. That he’s willing, if you are, even if he’s scared.

“Then I guess we’re doing this.” You say, tilt your head like an offer and slip a hand up to curl in the neck of his T-shirt. He takes the hint, presses his mouth to yours in that soft way he seems to have now, lets you decide how far you want to push that split skin which is nice, sweet even, but you grip the tee tighter and pull him right in to that kiss with you, swallow that hum he makes and feel his whole body bend to match your pace. Feel the warmth and the fullness of his lips, feel that warmth spread right to your bones, right to your marrow. You take a second to just feel it, to gather it up and let it flavor your heart, keep it right next to all that hope. He can’t, or doesn’t, hide the desperate edge to his lips, the tremble in his hand on the back of your neck or the shaky gasp of breaths you both take in between touches. You pull back when the low ache becomes loud, when the tangible heat snags in your chest and you know there’s nowhere for it to go.

He looks at you, does nothing to stifle the heat in his gaze or the intent in that smile, finally lets his head fall against you between your clavicle and shoulder, “You know how to pick your moments for being out of action, doll.”

“Me? You’re the one who waited till the 9th inning to make a fucking move,” you shoot back at him, hiding your smirk for as long as you can.

“Well, one of us had to play hard to get, y’know?” He rolls his head to catch your eye and smile up at you. It’s ridiculous. You love it.

“4 years of foreplay wasn’t enough?” It was for you, damn. It really was.

“Jeez, when you put it that way. Pants off, Bing.” His shoulders hunch at his own joke, and this man is in charge of weapons. Dork.

“Time for another game, Hide and Go fuck yourself,” you laugh, and then because you can, place a kiss on his cheek and then his mouth.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that game, but I won’t be fucking myself.” He throws you an exaggerated wink, one that you meet with a flick to the eyebrow “Ouch!”

“Dork.” The tone of your voice makes it sound like a compliment.

“And now I’m your dork,” he says back, sincere. Final.

[sweet-little-bird-fanfic]

YOUNG K - Pure Desire

Masterlist & Chapters: Check my bio for the masterlist link. Idk why but posts with links don't show up on the tumblr's search feature anymore. So, I'll leave the link to my master list there, where you can find the other chapters easily. I hope this is still functional for you guys, sorry for the trouble. I hope you can still enjoy my work despite the technical issues.

Summary: A young writer that’s struggling with her work until she crosses paths with an intense and fated new type of inspiration; An inspiration called: YOUNG K!

Genre: Fanfic; Romance; Smut (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

Warnings: Swearing? ; Masturbation; 

Chapter 5 - Helping Hands

Young K

I was laying in bed laughing at Jae who was trying to explain the meaning of some English expressions to Dowoon, he was surely trying really hard but the younger member was simply mocking Jae.

- Do you understand now, Dowoon? – Jae asked in a desperate tone.

- OF COURSE! - Dowoon said nodding as he tried to hold his laugh and made everyone else almost spit their lungs.

- From now on you're not drum. You're dumb. Understood? – Jae said sarcastically.

- OF COURSE. I'm drum! Very sharp, Jae!

Every member of DAY6 was now crying from laughing, except for Jae who was pretending to be done with the situation even though he was struggling not to laugh himself too. And it was when our loud laughs started to fade that we heard aggressive screams from downstairs. We rushed to the stairs to check what was going on, but no one dared to set foot in the living room when we saw the Kim brothers arguing. Kim Joon (little bro) was red from his neck to his ears and his veins were popping from screaming so harshly. Kim Jii (big bro) just kept running his fingers through his hair and sighting from irritation. And then there was Violet with tearing eyes and red cheeks between them, trying to make them stop fighting and making sure the argument wouldn't go above verbal attacks to physical ones.

- You think because you're my little brother I'll hold back? You're wrong! You deserve a beating to see if you understand where your place is. When will you grow up and stop being selfish? Useless brat. – Kim Jii (big bro) said hitting Violet's shoulder with his chest.

- Hey, that's enough. Stop! – Violet screamed placing a trembling hand against his chest.

- It's fine, Noona. We're done talking anyway. – Kim Joon (little bro) said as he looked at us and locked his eyes with mine.

Everyone was worried, we've never seen the brothers fight. But as for me, I was more worried about the fact that Kim Joon (little bro) was looking only at me. His eyes hid a burning anger that could explode at any moment and I had a vague idea from where this wrath was coming from: he was suspecting there was something going on between Violet and I and he surely didn't seem to like it.

- Is everything okay? – Jae asked making Violet jump since she wasn't aware of our presence.

- Yeah, everything is fine... right? – Violet looked at the brothers with eyes filled with worry and guilt.

- Yes. – Kim Joon (little bro) said abruptly – I just wanted to play some games, but Kim Jii doesn't let me because the games are in your room, guys.

- That's hilarious. Are you fucking serious? Making me the bad guy, now? – Kim Jii (big bro) said incredulous.

Kim Joon (little bro) walked in our direction as he let his older brother behind speechless and furious with his attitude.

- It's totally fine. You can play in our room whenever you want Kim Joon. – I said as I patted the kid's hair when he passed beside me at the staircase.

- Seriously, Hyung? – he said as he bumped his shoulder against mine with an aggressive tone to change it in the next second when he approached all of us with a sweet smile - Thanks, guys! Sorry for the trouble I caused tonight.

He disappeared upstairs as Violet whispered to Kim Jii (big bro) loud enough for me to hear it:

- Was that really about video games?

- Yeah, I'm in a bad mood. I guess I was too hard on him. – He patted her hair and squeezed her cheeks – Don't worry about it. He was just talking rubbish.

Violet looked a little suspicious at the obvious lie, though she said nothing.

Kim Jii (big bro) went to the kitchen and Violet looked at me trying to hide her remorseful expression while we all climbed upstairs. Even though I was somehow amused by the young boy's attitude towards me, her watering eyes made my heart feel heavy and my conscience stabbed me as a punishment for my bawdy behaviour.

- Good night, guys. I'll see you tomorrow. – she said to all of us before heading to her room.

As my band members were getting in our room the last door of the hallway, which was Kim Joon's (little bro) room, was opened abruptly and still startled all of us.

- Noona, can you correct my English homework? Please.

- Sure, I'll be there in a minute. Let me just changed into my pyjamas. - she replied as she closed her bedroom door.

Kim Joon stopped smiling the moment it was only the two of us in the hallway and the atmosphere became suffocating. The way he looked at me was really hostile and I knew if he could, he would kick my ass for touching his big sister. I was then, one hundred per cent sure he knew there was something going on between Violet and I... and he didn't like it at all. But instead of feeling completely threatened by his attitude, I had to control my urge to laugh at him since his behaviour just showed me that he loved his big sister and that he was only a kid. That alone should've been more than enough reason for me not to indulge in his fight. And even though I knew that, for some unknown cause, I couldn't stop myself from making sure he knew where I stood and ended up slightly provoking him:

- Goodnight, kid. – I smiled and went to my room.

I knew the word "kid" burnt his soul as I pronounced it, but even though I felt a bit amused I was somehow annoyed with the situation he created. I couldn't think straight, my mind was a mess and I definitely didn't have to treat Kim Joon alpha's teenager attitude as a real threat but I still acted in defence at the end.

I laid on my bed resting my head against a pillow and looked at the ceiling as I felt Jae lay next to me.

- Have you been misbehaving, Brian? – Jae said tickling my belly suggestively.

- I think I've been behaving very well. – I said messing with his hair.

- I wonder why I don't believe you? – He said before I buried a pillow against his face and whispered "shhh".

Even though my thoughts were all tangled, and I couldn't decide in what to think about at that moment, there was an image which kept popping out in my chaotic mind: her worried face and watering eyes.

We spent some time playing video games and watching some videos online, but it didn't take long until everyone started to get ready to go to bed and that's when I heard someone closing a door from outside. I jumped out of the edge of my bed and muttered before leaving my band members in our shared room:

- I'm gonna take a shower.

- Dry your hair! - Sungjin shouted.

- Bri – Jae was going to say something, but I closed the door abruptly cutting him mid-sentence.

Violet gasped and held her hand against her heart when she felt my presence behind her.

- Shit, you scared me! – She said patting her probably accelerated heart.

- Shhhh, keep it down. – I said looking at Kim Joon's (little bro) door at the end of the hallway and then looked at hers as she pressed her body against it and looked at me with intoxicated eyes filled with uncertainties. She tensed up as I got closer to her and placed my hand on the door handler. – Can I come in, Violet?

- No? – she said more like a question.

- Not very convincing. Can I come in, Violet? – I asked caressing her cheek gently as she blushed.

- Y-yes ... – she whispered looking at her younger brother's door with a worried expression.

- Is he asleep? – I asked her and kissed her forehead as she nodded in answer to my question.

I held her in my arms and pushed her inside, as I opened the door my senses were invaded by a soft aroma of red berries and fresh flowers, it smelled exactly like her and that made me involuntarily bite my lower lip. I took a deep breath trying to find a way to think rationally. Her room was spacious and elegant in the tones of different light blues, there was a king size bed, shelves filled with books probably organized alphabetically, a big closet, some stuffed animals, candles here and there, everything was really simple and organised, except for the huge desk adorned by research papers, sticky notes, millions of pens, notebooks and a laptop.

After I quickly analysed her room and tried to calm down a little, I focus my attention only on her once again. We stood there holding each other for a few intense minutes, I could feel her trembling hands at the end of my back as I held her face in my hands and caressed her tender lips with my thumb.

– Should we lock the door? – I asked and saw her look at me anxiously – Just in case.

She nodded her head in agreement and let me go so I could lock the door. As I turned around and got back to her embrace, I run my hands through her concupiscent body and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around me. Violet hugged me tight and played with my hair as I led us to her bed. I sat on it and she hugged me even tighter, hiding her face against my shoulder.

– You won't let me kiss you, again? – I asked softening her curls with my fingers and felt her release a deep sigh.

She grabbed the hem of my shirt and locked eyes with me as she bit her delicious lower lip.

– You seem to be feeling better. – she said quietly.

– Yeah, I got some V vitamins this afternoon. But I would like some more, please. – I said making her come closer to me grabbing her waist.

She leaned towards my lips for my surprise and pressed her soft lips against mine, kissing me nervously, pricking my self-control and awakening my shameless desires as she made me thirsty for more. She stopped and looked away.

- I think Kim Joon knows about...– I saw her struggle with words as she nervously played with her fingers. - You know...

- Yes, I'm more than sure he knows to be honest. – I replied as she stiffed on my lap - It's okay, he's just protecting his big sister. He's not mad at you. – I said playing with her hair.

- I think he hates you now. - she laughed at me.

- You'll compensate me for that, right? – I asked biting her lip and kissing her marked neck. – Shit, why is it so purple? – I said surprised caressing her neck as I made her moan with the pain.

- You got a little excited when you bit me, today. – she said trying to sit comfortably on my lap – Or maybe you bit me hard when you got excited. I'm not sure which way was it.

I couldn't avoid laughing at her. Violet was too cute to be true, but yet, there she was sitting on my lap, driving me crazy and making me drunk in her flowered scent mixed with red berries. I wanted to stop playing games right at that moment and wished to hold her and push her down and make her mine. But talking with her with no rush, so naturally, so tenderly and so close to each other without her usual attempts of running away from me seemed more than enough for the night, at that moment at least.

- I don't think I bit you that hard. You're too sensitive. - I teased her as I kissed her bruise softly and felt her twisting on my lap.

- Well, next time don't bite me where everyone else can see it. My hair barely covers it.

- What? – I asked as she looked confused at me – Oh dear, did you just asked me to bite you? In hidden places, Violet? – I accused her and pushed her down against some pillows, pressuring my body on top of her.

I gave her a smooch and trailed her body with wet kisses.

- Is this a good place? – I asked with my lips rubbing her left nipple still covered by her pyjamas' shirt as I spoke – No? How about here? – I place my lips against her belly and rubbed my lower lip on it and kept going lower, reaching her inner tights – Found the perfect spot, Violet! What do you think?

I moved her pyjamas' shorts slightly and bit her inner thigh, Violet covered her mouth to suppress the moan she let escape and looked at me with an apprehensive look. I went back to her lips and kissed her deeply as I pressed my leg between hers. She broke the kiss searching for air and whispered against my lips:

- Everyone's home. We shouldn't...

- Obviously, because a certain someone here is too loud. – I teased her and got slapped on my arm as result.

- Whose fault is that!? Get out! Get off me! You ... – she stopped talking once I cuddled up to her from behind, making her head rest on my arm and intertwined my free hand with hers. – What are you doing?

- Getting comfortable, you don't like it?

I kissed her head even though she didn't reply to me. I just wanted to enjoy this moment as much as possible. I didn't want to impose myself to her as usual, I wanted her to accept me and to relax with me. I knew she was feeling guilty because of her little brother and I couldn't get her troubled expression out of my mind.

Though, despite the fact of wanting to make her feel at ease, I was struggling to control myself. Having her in my arms was amazing but after all we've done, even though nothing big had happened yet, it was pure torture and I could feel my body temperature rise up already and surely not because of the cold.

Her breathing was getting heavier, I guessed she was nervous with all this too. But she wasn't pushing me away or saying anything, which made me hope she was enjoying this moment with me.

- Are you going to sleep here? – she managed to ask.

- If you let me... – I replied kissing her neck.

- Are... are you going to be able to sleep like this? – she pronounced the last word in a weird way for some reason.

- Yes, it's comfortable. You don't like to cuddle? – I asked trying to suppress my desires.

Violet turned around in my arms to face me with eyes mixed in hesitance and expectations. She held her breath nervously and bit her lip as she looked down.

- I meant... are you going to be able to sleep like this? – she asked as she trembly grabbed the huge bulge that was forming inside my pants with her hand, making me realise that it had probably been rubbing against her butt for a while now.

- Fuck, sorry! I swear I didn't mean to, this time. I know you're feeling troubled and I just wanted... – I spoke fast and got interrupted by her tempting voice.

- I would never be able to sleep with your dick flinching against my butt.

- Sorry, I'll go... – I said as she stopped me from getting up.

- Do you want to take care of it? – she asked hiding her face from me.

- Yeah. – I said drunk in lust already – Do you want me to take care of it?

Violet nodded releasing her hand from my hard on and placing it against her accelerated heart. I could feel her squeezing her thighs together as she stared at the huge tent in my pyjama pants.

- Do you want me to take care of it? Here? – I said groaning with my lips against her forehead – You little pervert...

I pulled her closer with the arm that was under her to teaser her a bit, I felt her breathing changing when she almost touched it with her body. I was done playing good boy and she was the one who asked for it, so she'd better be prepared to face the consequences of her wishes. I slid my hand in my pants and made them slide down a little so she could see my boxers. I lead my hand inside my boxers and saw her bit her lip when I grabbed my hardness and started to stroke it slowly, increasing the feeling of fullness and blood rush coming from it. The fact that she was watching me masturbate was making me more excited and even more sensitive, I could feel my tip twitching harder at each stroke. My length was now even bigger, making it hard to move and impossible to keep my growth inside my tight boxers. I guessed, she understood my struggle when she slid the tight piece of cloth that was covering my dick, revealing then my full boner. I saw her covering her mouth with one of her hands when she saw my entire member and I could swear I heard her mutter the word "fuck" when she placed her other hand between her legs. Violet bit her finger struggling and observing me quietly. I pulled her into my mouth and kissed her as I kept touching myself which made me close to the edge when she softly moaned against my lips.

- Violet. – I whispered.

- Yes? – she moaned within heavy breaths.

- It's okay to touch yourself, you know? – I asked as I pressed my knee against the hand she had placed between her legs a while ago – Or are you trying to torture yourself?

Violet didn't reply to me with words, but she soon placed her head against my chest covering my field of vision to our lower bodies. Her body tensed up against mine and that's when I heard juicy sounds coming from her side. She had barely started to stimulate herself but the sound of her fingers rubbing against her core were so clear, so squishy and slippery already, letting me know she was dripping wet right next to me. I heard her increasing her pace and so did I after grabbing her chin and evolved her in a messy kiss.

- Fuck, Violet! You're cruel. – I sighed into her month – Why am I the only one who can't see?

She looked up into my eyes and stole a small kiss from me as the wet sounds stopped popping.

- What's wron...

- Let's switch. – she interrupted me taking her shorts off and making my boxers and pants slide down completely with her foot.

I saw her struggle as she tried to take off her panties, so I grabbed them and pulled them down myself. A thin sticky wet tread formed from her pussy to the soaked fabric of her underwear.

- You're so wet, Violet! – I said without thinking to see her hide a nervous laugh – We're still switching, right?

- Yes, l-let's do it. – she whispered and sat on my lap.

- You're so brave sometimes. – I said sitting up and grabbing her ass – Don't run away after this, okay?

She nodded and shivered as soon as I rubbed my fingers against her clean wet core. God, how she was wet! I started caressing her sensitive folds and spread them a little with two fingers, I moved them around in circles to find her clit and teased her with my thumb. She moaned as she involved my girth with her hand making me involuntary gasp and slam my hips up, she grabbed it firmly and started to tease my tip with her thumb, I guess that was payback from messing with her clit. Her cold hands around my aroused manhood felt amazing. I could feel the pleasure concentrating together at the end of my loins in anticipation for an explosion when her hand got sloppy and she started to swirl on my fingers.

- Here, let me make it easier for you. – I whispered to her ear as I grabbed her hips and dragged my cock against her wet pussy, spreading her juices all over it.

Violet moaned and grabbed my neck tightly with the feeling of my thick member pressing under her soaked sex. I just wanted to crash my front deep inside of her, drown ourselves in pleasure and lose our senses to each other. But it didn't feel the right moment to do so, instead, I continued with what we were doing.

- There... – I said against her lips, leading her hand to grab my dick now covered with her wetness – Natural lube for my princess.

Before she could protest, I deep two fingers into her clenched core and made it quake with the sudden invasion. Her walls were tightening with each move as well as her grip on my dick, she kept jerking me off harder as I explored her slippery insides. When I tried to insert a third finger I felt her stiff on my hand.

- No, wait... It's been a while since I-i-ah! – she tried to say as I stretched her walls when a loud moan escaped from deep inside of her.

She kept her hand going up and down around my length, faster and faster as I felt her walls stiffen in expectation of the rising orgasm she was conquering. Her body trembled violently and she fought to stand still on my lap, I pushed her down and her shirt rolled up revealing her soft belly. She wrapped one of her legs around me and kept stroking me with her delicate hand. As an orgasm crashes over her and her fluids make a mess out of my hand, I desperately kissed her trying to stifle her loud moans. I broke the kiss to let her breath, but she pulled me back towards her mouth and kissed me wildly as she tightened her strokes around my dick. I grabbed her neck as she made my lower body rush in adrenalin with the gathering of a throbbing feeling growing within me begging to be released.

- Fuck, Violet. I'm gonna co... - as I pronounced those words she grabbed my tip roughly and pressured it with her thumb, making me explode in pleasure as she stroked me up and down and I came on her belly, making a mess out of it.

We tried to find our breaths and stared at each other, I smirked and kissed her when I saw her face turn into a red shade. I kissed her slowly with no rush, devouring her taste with my caring famished tongue.

- Now, you're blushing. Seriously? – I asked smiling against her lips.

She played with my cum on her belly, spreading it with her middle finger and led it to her mouth as she sucked it with her delicious swollen red lips.

- Hot. – I murdered to her ear and bit her earlobe.

- Salty. – She said licking her finger as I took some tissues from her bedside table to clean the mess I made of her stomach.

I supported myself on my arm and stared at her adorable blushing face, we kept staring at each other for enough time to make it a bit awkward. But this atmosphere was broken as soon as Violet laughed and hugged my chest.

- I'm just going to take a five minutes shower, okay? – she asked sitting up.

- Okay. – I said playing with her fingers as she kept looking at me.

- See you in a bit? – she said quietly, probably afraid of what I could answer.

- Of course, I'll be here. Hurry up, princess! – I said slapping her ass before she left.

I figured she would take much longer than five minutes and so I decided to take a quick shower myself too. She went to the bathroom downstairs and I used the one upstairs. I finished quickly and way before her, so I waited in her room. Since she wasn't there, I took the opportunity to explore it properly. It was really tidy and organised, apart from her desk that had papers, notes and books everywhere. I had heard Kim Jii (big bro) saying Violet was having a hard time with her writing the other day, so I couldn't help but read some of the lost papers that were on her computer's keyboard. When I touched them her laptop lit up, I probably touched the mouse without realising. When I looked at the screen there was a writing document open, I sat on the table and started reading it. It was interesting and I found myself reading it without wanting to stop, even though I'm not the biggest fan of reading. Her writing was exactly like her: pure and intense at the same time. I was betting her writing made people lie to themselves and say things like "just one more chapter and I'll sleep". I was being absorbed with her words when the scene started to get tempting and provocative, making me excited as I kept reading. Especially when the sex scene was strongly inspired by what had happened in the kitchen and living room between us, the only difference was that the characters had actually had sex and we didn't. "Maybe I should take notes" I joked to myself.

I heard the door being locked from behind me and heard her run toward my direction, Violet hurried to close the laptop and placed it far from me.

- Please tell me you didn't read it all! – she said with her cheeks burning red.

- I'm glad to see you're not struggling with your writing anymore. – I teased her and she run towards her bed to hide under the blankets.

I sat next to her and uncovered her face, her eyes were shining in embarrassment but the fact that she was letting me touch her was making me the happiest guy on the planet.

- You know if you wanted me to fuck you like that, you could've just asked for it. – I said annoying her before provokingly kissing her lips.

- Young K ... – she whispered and created some space under the blankets for me to lay down next to her – You smell nice. – she said as she laid down against my chest.

- I took a shower while you were gone.

- You should dry your hair. – she said in a sleepy voice.

- Goodnight, princess. – I said kissing her head softening her hair and feeling a feverish heat to start invading my body once again as I fell asleep next to her.

***

My muscles were hurting, and my body felt heavier than normal as I tried to move in bed under the soft blankets that smelled like Violet. I smiled as I thought of her and felt my heart race when the memories of our night got back to me. I searched with my hand to try to find her next to me, but her spot was empty and cold which made me feel a bit disappointed. The thought of waking up next to her was still a mere captivating dream. I sat up in bed and reached to my phone on the bedside table. "Wait... my phone?!" I thought to myself trying to find a possible explanation. As I unlocked the phone a heat of panic run through my entire body, it was 2 pm and I was sleeping. Sleeping in Violet's bed and as anyone could guess totally not at work!

I turned on the Wi-Fi and my phone became a Christmas tree with all the different notifications and pulse lights. My head was about to explode and I was slightly afraid to open the text messages:

Group Chat – DAY6

Members: Drum, Pink Sweater, Bob, Twitter God, Identity Crisis

Drum: Situations like this are the reasons I can't understand why Sungjin got mad at me when I said I would take my pants off if mydays asked me to!

Pink Sweater: DOWOON. yNO! Yes... no, you can't!

Bob: Dowoon does have a point on this one. Explain yourself @ IdentityCrisis!

Twitter God: BRIAN! Did you pretend to be sick to get in her bed?! You broke the Jaehyungparkian code, bro.

Identity Crisis: I'm so confused. Can you guys fill me in? You seem to know more about this than me. Ahah

Pink Sweater: Violet said she saw you heading downstairs when she went to the toilet

Drum: Don't worry, we think you were wearing your pants. Of course!

Bob: She said you looked like you were going to faint and since you were really sweaty, she just guessed that your fever was back at full force and told you to rest in her room. Because she didn't want to wake up the rest of us.

Twitter God: Yeah... we even saw her bring some wet towels from there. She probably nursed you even though you're so mean to her WHICH MAKES ME SUSPICIOUS! I GOT MY EYES ON YOU.

Identity Crisis: Sorry for causing troubles, guys. AH CHICKEN LITTLE, JAEHYUNGPARKIAN RULES! I LOVE YOU

Bob: It's all good at work. Just rest and get better!

Twitter God: I lobster you!

Identity Crisis: I love you too!

Twitter God: I love* you!

Identity Crisis: I love you too!!!!!!!!!

Twitter God: I love you too!!!!

I looked around trying to figure out how Violet managed to actually make them believe I didn't sleep here. I was lucky my band mates probably fell asleep right after I went to "take a shower", I was ought to be more careful. "Or maybe they're just pretending not to know", I thought to myself as I got out of her bed and dragged myself downstairs, there was a strong herbal aroma in the house that led to the kitchen. When I walked in, I saw her in a huge hoodie that made her seem really small, her hair was tied up in a messy bun with some curls trying to escape and adorning her face, her dark circles were even more evident than yesterday. And I will never understand why I found her so beautiful, even though she looked like a mess. I was pretty sure I created that look on her, maybe I was simply proud of the mess I made but the truth was that my heart was completely filled with her and it was threatening to jump out of my chest when our eyes met and her lips parted in a kind smile.

- Morning. – she said as a pink reddish shade invaded her cheeks. – You're a troublemaker, you know?

- Morning. – I said breaking into a laugh – Sorry I caused such a scene. I kinda heard what happened. – I said as I shook my phone in the air.

- DAY6 were so worried about you that they didn't even try to consider what I told them could be a lie. – Violet said as she gave me a mug – Drink this, it's tea. I heard it's good for colds.

Our fingers touched slightly when I tried to grab the mug on the table, I saw her hesitate as she closed her hand trying not to touch me, but she didn't move it away from mine completely or tried to create any distance whatsoever, so I gently caressed the soft skin of her hand and made her open it as I intertwined our fingers together. Violet held her breath and tenderly squeezed my big hand as I made her go around the table and pulled her into my arms. I played with her curls and tried to make them go to the right place, but they just ended up bouncing to the initial spot. She shook her head trying to make me stop playing with her hair, as she smiled shyly and looked at my lips. I couldn't stop a smirk from appearing on my face and I bit my lip trying to make it less obvious how much I wanted to kiss her too. I run my hands through her back and felt her cold hands embracing my neck as her thumbs fondled it and made me shiver. Her lips were starting to get moistened as she kept biting them with the expectation of my kiss.

- Go ahead, kiss me. – I provoked whispering to her ear – You've done it before, didn't you?

Violet tried to pull away, but I stopped her grabbing her hips as I lifted them and made her sit on the table. We both laughed remembering our first naughty table kitchen interaction together, but this time was different. We knew exactly what we wanted to do and we were done trying to fight the urge to take each other. She leaned her head towards me and bit my lower lip, her legs wrapped tightly around my hips.

- Sorry, I don't want to catch your cold. – she said provoking me with her lustful eyes.

Violet kissed my cheek slowly and explored my neck with her lips, creating an erotic sound each time her lips left my deprived skin. Her touch was soft and made me crazy, my skin was burning from how much I wanted to get lost in her arms.

- I think it's too late to worry about that. – I said as I pulled her into a greedy kiss and felt my body being invaded by an electric sensation filled with desire and insatiable thirst. – I managed to do all sort of things to you even though I was sick. So, what do you think it's gonna happen to you when I get back to normal?

- Oh, fuck. – she said teasing me with eyes filled with a lewd craving desire.

- You got that fuck part right.

Masterlist & Chapters: Check my bio for the masterlist link. Idk why but posts with links don't show up on the tumblr's search feature anymore. So, I'll leave the link to my master list there, where you can find the other chapters easily. I hope this is still functional for you guys, sorry for the trouble. I hope you can still enjoy my work despite the technical issues.

A/N: I hope you liked it, guys! EHEHEHEHEHEHEH

See you next time,

Love From  Sweet Little Bird.

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I don't know if you're still taking asks, but I thought of a few. Of course you don't have to fo them all but I just really love your writing and wanted to give you some options: -You always this quiet- Linko -So it was you- Kyalin -I'm not doing this- Makuvin??? (i'm hooked on those rps!)

First of all, thank you for the lovely words, and the prompt! I’ve started with the Makuvin, because you just have to love this three, ugh, so much! 

So here it is, an AU Makuvin for you!—————————————————-

“Wait, no! Mako, stop it, it’s not funny anymore.” Kuvira was flushed in every inch of visible skin, and Mako laughed, placing his arm over her shoulders and hugging her to his side.

They were out for drinks after their shift at the Police Station, and they had been graced with the fact that Chief Lin Beifong was currently at the same bar. She was Kuvira’s crush. Well, pretty much everyone’s crush, Mako had been pinning after her for years now, but still, Kuvira was so easy to tease and rile up when it came to the Chief, and she would deny it to the end of her days, but she was in deep for the woman. So Mako had spent the last hour or so, abusing their slightly drunken state, to whisper all sort of dirty ideas about Lin to Kuvira’s ear.

“Relax tin-head, I’m not going to say anything to her, like I would dare to speak to the Chief outside of work. How drunk would I have to be?” Mako grabbed his beer from the bar and took a swig, examining the way Kuvira seemed to have gotten serious all of the sudden. It was dangerous when she did this, always over analyze everything.

Mako had found it annoying at first, when he met her back at Zaofu, they had even gotten into a few spats out of nothing, just because they were younger and had some free time to kill. But then, after Zaheer was defeated, and they were in an airship going back from the Air Temple, Mako had found himself unable to rest, so he took to walk the hallways, and found her outside, leaning on a railing, smoking. He had joined her, asked for a cigarette, and they had chatted the whole flight. It was probably not the most comfortable trip, the wind was cold, and they were both exhausted, but they had talked about their fears and hopes, and he had convinced her to leave the guard and become a cop at the city. And they had been best friends since. There had been a few slip ups on drunken nights, and not so drunken ones too, but they had managed to find a pace that didn’t make any of that uncomfortable between them.

“So how drunk would you have to be, exactly?” Kuvira asked coming out of her pensive state, and she had that wicked smile on her lips that Mako adored so much.

“To do what? Talk to the Chief?” Mako stared back at the table where the older woman was drinking and conversing with a couple of high ranked officers, his direct superior was one of them. “Like, in front of them?” He stared back at his friend, her smile had gotten even more dangerous if that was possible.

“Oh, I don’t know, I guess you could intercept her coming out from the bathroom, too.” She answered, toying with the end of her braid between her fingers.

“No, forget it, I’m not doing this. I’ll get fucking fired, and then who will save your ass in the raids?” He took another swig of his beer, finishing it and asking the bartender for another one. “It’s too risky.”

“Oh, come on Mako! It’s so boring here tonight, let’s play dares!” Kuvira whined, and she actually stomped her foot to the ground. He chuckled, she really couldn’t take a no for an answer.

Mako looked back at their Chief. She was not wearing the plate tonight, instead she had that infuriatingly hot dress jacket, and dress pants, he knew there had been some formal ceremony in the City Hall today, and he lived for days like this, where Lin Beifong would show up at the station in cloth uniform. Because she seemed more soft and approachable, and petite, and he felt the urge of-

“Kiss her neck, and lick those sexy scars on her cheek, grab her by the hips and press her hard against you.” Kuvira’s hands had worked their way up his waist and torso, and she was whispering by his ear, and Mako closed his eyes for a second too long, in which she bit his neck and pulled away laughing. “Oh Mako, come on! You so want to do this, just, imagine if she actually talks back to you. How much more fantasies you’ll get from that, even if she only slaps you for being out of line. Oh, even better if she slaps you! Then I’ll get some really nice images to pull from.”

Mako laughed with her, because Kuvira was so anxious and hyperactive one second, and calmed and collected the other, that she was like two completely different persons in one. And he loved them both. He sighed resigned.

“Okay, let’s do this. But!” He added at the sight of Kuvira clapping joyously, her green eyes so shining he just wanted to kiss her. “But, we’ll start with some easy dares first, and you’ll have to talk to her too. Okay?”

She darted her eyes to the Chief’s table and back at him, biting her lower lip, thinking quickly, likely analysing the cons of the conditions, before nodding eagerly.

And so, for the next hour, they made their own night a living hell, a fun living hell. Daring each other to “go kiss Detective Chun”, “dance to that song in the middle of those girls”, or “you have to eat this bowl of flaming fire flakes”, and “tell me a fantasy”, amongst others. They had long stopped drinking beer, and they were now doing shots of vodka and that awful anise liquor Kuvira liked so much, waiting for the moment one of them would actually get the galls to go talk to the Chief.

Mako guessed they made a funny picture right now, sitting with their backs to the bar, elbows supporting them, each with a shot glass in their hands, and a stupid puppy face aimed at Lin Beifong. He sometimes wondered if she knew, if she realised how much everyone in the Force was dying for her, how they would literally do so, most of them.

“It’s her eyes.” Said Kuvira, and Mako laughed softly because they had reached that point in the night, the one in which they would shamelessly toss the Chief’s qualities and features around, trying to come to terms with the fact that she was fucking perfect.

“Her lips, look at her, she’s actually smiling to that toad face Kuai.” He answered, he hated Kuai from now on.

“Her hands, she’s just so strong, I want her, no, I need her to touch me with those hands.” She all but moaned out.

“And her hair, it looks really soft. Have you smelled it? It’s like apples, and something else I couldn’t catch.” Kuvira punched him in the arm, and he looked offended at her.

“You smelled her hair?! How? When?!” He punched her back, a smirk on his lips, and refilled the glasses.

“We were training, and I missed a movement and fell flat on my face. She came to correct my stance, and just- amazing.” Kuvira tossed the shot back, poured yet another one and swallowed it in one go, too.

“I fucking hate you.” She said poking his chest with her index finger, her eyes were slightly unfocused, and he grabbed her wrist and kissed her palm open, that would fix it.

Kuvira wrenched her hand from his grasp, and turned towards Lin’s table, Mako’s eyes widened with panic, and he started working on excuses to save her ass from getting fired, or suspended, or beaten. She reached the table and placed her hands on it, he was too far to listen what was happening there, and she was blocking the Chief from his view. Spirits, to have seismic sense at least, to feel if he would have to grab her by the collar and run from the bar. A laugh was heard from the table, and Mako’s pulse was loud on his chest, he felt his heart stammering on his ribs. Stupid tin-head and her games, and stupid him and that hair story, he should’ve known she would get competitive.

Mako was about to go fetch Kuvira, when she turned and made her way back to the bar, and then, the Chief stood up and followed her steps, and Mako had to grab onto something because his knees were suddenly very weak.

“What have you done?” He whispered to Kuvira the second she was at ears reach, but she only smirked up at him, that sexy predator smirk she had, and stepped aside to let Lin Beifong stand in front of him. For a second, Mako wondered if maybe Kuvira had managed to convince the Chief to slap him. After all, she seemed to want to see that, but then, that perfect in every way woman in front of him smiled. An amused smile that made Mako’s heart go all the way up to his throat, and maybe most of his blood go down to his belt area.

“Does he not speak?” Lin asked to Kuvira, and he thought he’d die right there, for making a complete fool of himself.

“Sometimes he does, but he says nonsense, so don’t worry.” Kuvira poked him on the side, and Mako teared his stare off of the Chief, the fucking Chief of Police, who was standing so very close to them both, to burn his friend to the ground with his stare.

“Mako is it, right?” She was speaking to him, and Mako tried to school his pulse, and his shaking, and all of him, really, and not die in how wonderful it had felt to hear her say his name. “Your friend here tells me you have a game going on, a dares game. Apparently she’s winning because she came to talk to me. So, I thought maybe you needed a hand to turn the scale around.”

“Yeah, I- Yes, Chief.” Mako managed to croak out. He really hoped he could say something more smart, but this was Lin Beifong talking to him, he had many many fantasies, that began with her talking to him in a bar. “Kuvira tends to win at this anyway, she’s less inclined to care for the rest of the world’s peace.” He added to spike his friend up.

Lin laughed, and Mako’s heart stopped, and he knew Kuvira’s too, because her hand gripped at his arm, nails digging in his skin, but he didn’t mind, he couldn’t even if he tried.

“I see. Well, I’ve seen you playing around all night, molesting a couple of my officers even, and I have to ask, why is talking to me the highest dare?” Lin asked curiously, her eyes were sparkling with something Mako couldn’t really pinpoint.

“Because you’re Lin Beifong, the Chief Lin Beifong.” Kuvira provided, and Mako felt forever grateful that she the bold one of them both. “No one ever speaks to you outside of work, other than your elite officers. You’re unattainable.”

Everything that came after that, Mako could’ve sworn it was a dream, and he was sure he was going to get admitted in some sort of psychiatric facility for daydreaming so hard. Lin smirked at Kuvira, and took her braid between her fingers, running them all the way to the tip, before turning to him and touching his jawline with her thumb. It was like he was living this in slow motion, and he hoped he could live in those seconds forever. She fished Mako’s pen from his breast pocket, and leaned between them on the bar to write something down on a napkin.

“I think you two are rather cute, with your little games, and your rather flattering pulses, so I’ll leave now, and in ten or fifteen minutes, you’ll be at my place, and we can see who wins this game, how does that sound?” Her tone was so alluring, Mako knew he’d follow her to the end of the world.

And just like that, she left, and Mako took a moment to eye at Kuvira, who seemed to be at the edge of a meltdown, and reached out to grab the napkin where her adress was neatly written, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.

“Her hair doesn’t smell like apples, you lied to me.” Kuvira snarked out.

“I know, it’s lavender.” He whispered dumbfounded.

[eryiss]

Gambler’s Luck: Chapter Fourteen

Summary: A drunken night at a bar; that’s how it always starts. A few shots, some self loathing and a decision you would never make when sober. But for Laxus Dreyar, the morning after doesn’t include regret, copious amounts of aspirin and a stranger in his bed. For he only made one drunken decision, becoming the personal driver for professional gambler - Freed Justine. [Fraxus Multi-Chap]

You can read it on FanFiction, Archive of Our Own or under the cut. You can also catch up using the chapter list here. Hope you enjoy ^.^

Chapter Fourteen – The Meeting Point

Looking outside, Laxus had to wonder if fate really was directly influencing his life. A heavy rainstorm was battering down on the paved streets of Magnolia, forcing everybody unlucky enough to be outside to hide under thick coats and umbrellas in a weak attempt to keep themselves dry. Moments ago, Laxus and Cana had been part of that group, before they retreated into a roadside café, sat themselves at a window-side table and removed their sodden coats. As Laxus rather forlornly looked out of the window, Cana had walked to the counter and was ordering them both a drink and something to eat.

To say Laxus had a busy day was an understatement. As instructed, Makarov had organised a meeting for him and his mother on the fourth of august, the same day he was going to a masquerade party with Freed. It had seemed like a good idea at the time but, as he sat in the café thirty minutes before his mother was scheduled to arrive, Laxus considers the possibility that his scheduling might have been a mistake.

That's what happens when you're stubborn, he supposed.

Drawing his gaze from the rain-soaked streets, he looked towards Cana. She claimed that she'd only joined him because Mira was busy, and she wanted something to do, but Laxus anticipated she was actually there for moral support. He was thankful for it, but he would only admit that if Cana admitted her reasoning for coming first.

"Here," Cana said, placing two large mugs of coffee, one black while the other filled with cream, on the table. "You owe me six dollars, got you a tuna melt as well."

"Thanks," Laxus nodded, picking up the cream filled coffee. "I'll get it to you later."

"You ain't gonna call me cheap?" Cana looked towards him with a slight amount of confusion, though it was mixed with amusement. "So, either I need to crank up my demands and make you pay for my next haircut 'cause you wouldn't be a gentleman and give me your umbrella which screwed up my hair, or you're actually nervous about this."

Laxus looked up from his steaming coffee with a slight amount of amusement in his eyes, before he smirked. "Wasn't my fault you didn't check to see if it was raining before you left your place."

"And it wasn't my fault you're an asshole," Cana retorted with an equal smirk.

Laxus shrugged, his smirk slowly turning back to a neutral expression as he sipped at his coffee. He supposed that he was nervous, for more reasons than one. Not only was he meeting with his mother for the first time since they'd argued in front of his apartment, which meant there'd defiantly be a lot of tension between them when she eventually arrived, but he'd also been wrestling with his feelings with Freed.

Again.

It was just as taxing, confusing and aggravating as before. And later that day, he was going to a party with the damn guy. Needless to say, the result of his poor scheduling had his mind in a less that clear place.

He looked up absently as a waiter brought two plates from the back room towards them, handing Laxus a tuna melt and Cana a BLT. Cana thanked the server while Laxus picked up his food and took a large bite. He coughed around the mouthful after Cana kicked him under the table, glaring at him. He quickly swallowed his bite and looked towards the waiter.

"Thanks," Laxus muttered, nodding.

After the man claimed it was no problem and walked away, Laxus picked up his meal again and took another bite. As he glanced up, he saw Cana looking at him with inquisitive and almost analysing eyes, which made him sigh to himself. He and Cana, despite what an observer may think after seeing the two of them together, were pretty close friends, so it was understandable that she might be worried about him. But he couldn't help but get somewhat annoyed by the expression, he wasn't a kid who needed his friends looking after him. And anyway, the only person who could pull that expression off in Laxus' opinion was Freed.

He quickly tried to shake his boss out of his mind. He didn't want to think about Freed until the meeting with his mother was over; there was only so many ridiculous issues that he could deal with at one time.

Eventually, Cana must have gotten bored by trying to get a sense of Laxus' emotions. She picked up her over-stacked sandwich and began to eat it, though her eyes continually looked towards Laxus whenever she thought he wouldn't notice. After a few moments, Laxus started to get annoyed by the lack of subtlety, so placed his food down and leant on a fist.

"What?" He grunted, watching as Cana also put her sandwich on its plate.

"Just wondered how you're feeling," Cana didn't seem deterred by the attitude of her companion. Instead, she had a slightly compassionate expression. "Like, I don't know, are you nervous or excited or whatever?"

"Nervous, I guess," Laxus sighed, cupping one hand around his coffee and gently tapping his fingers against the cup. "I feel like it's just gonna end up biting me on the ass, y'know. Like, we'll end up yelling again or something, I don't know. Guess I'm just worried that yelling is all we can ever do with each other, like that's it. That make any sense?"

"Yeah, I get that," Cana grinned. "But try not to go in thinking like that. You don't wanna ruin it by being a pessimistic asshole."

Laxus chuckled a little, picking up his coffee again and taking a large gulp of it. He knew she was right, annoyingly, and that it was very possible that he could sabotage their meeting by assuming that it would end badly. He wasn't entirely to blame for having such a reaction, though. Given his past experiences with his mother, none of which seemed to end well if his memory served him correctly, it was fair that he entered the situation with some reserved pessimism. He didn't voice this, however, and instead started to eat his tuna-melt again.

With a small smile, Cana looked back to her own food. They ate in silence, though it was gentle enough for neither to feel awkward. The soft chatter of the café's other customers helped them, and it gave Laxus the effect that he had wanted. If nothing else, it would be unlikely he and his mother would get into a screaming match, for no other reason than not making a scene.

"You know, a couple months ago, I would have had to force a couple scotch's down your throat to get any emotions out of ya," Cana teased again. "You're growing up. So proud."

"Fuck off," Laxus grinned a little. "And I guess it's because I'm around Freed a lot more. No point in being cagey around someone who knows when you're lying."

Cana chuckled and nodded, though was quietly shocked by the flippancy of Laxus' words. Although she had said it in jest, it was true that, once, Laxus had been reliant on alcohol to take himself into a vulnerable state. The fact he was admitting things that previously would have gone unspoken only months before, and acknowledging the change openly, was a bit of a shock to the brunette. A good one, though.

"Speaking of your boss, you're going to a party with him tonight, right?" She continued, smiling. "Looking forward to it?"

"Yeah, I am actually," Laxus nodded slightly, not realising a small reddening had occurred on his cheeks. "Just glad to be doing something that ain't about my mom, you know. Glad to have a break from it, something that ain't stupidly dramatic."

"I get that," Cana nodded, taking another bite out of her BLT. "Mira helped you out with the suit, right? So even if your night craps out, least you'll be looking good."

The reddening on his cheeks got a little more obvious, although thankfully for a different reason than before; he never had been all that good at taking compliments. Cana laughed at him when she saw the expression, something which he tried not to focus on as it would inevitably lead to further blushing. It was a harsh cycle.

He was just thankful the conversation was drifting away from Freed again, because he knew that Cana would approach that subject with as much subtlety as a hungry dog eating a freshly cooked steak; it wasn't the best simile, but the point remained that she wouldn't exactly be calm if she found out about his potential feelings. In fact, she would be insufferable, and he really wasn't in the right frame of mind to deal with the amount of teasing the occasional-drunkard could give out.

"Guess so. Tell her I'll make it up to her, since it took longer than we thought," Laxus said, taking the last bite out of his sandwich.

"Doubt you need to. She said it was nice having an afternoon with you. Don't see it myself, you're an ass to be around," Cana grinned. "Although, you took her away from me for like half a day, so I think you should make it up to me. Compensation for the lack of girlfriend time."

"Girlfriend time? What are ya, fifteen?" Laxus resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "You see each other all the time anyway, what's one afternoon?"

Glancing up again, Cana had the smallest of smiles on her face. She knew that Laxus had intended to tease her – and admittedly, the two of them did spend a lot of time with each other – but it didn't land as intended. It simply reminded her that she wanted to spend every afternoon with Mirajane. Which in turn made her question why she was hanging out with the asshole, but she wasn't so mean that she would leave the poor, emotional mess of a blonde on his own when he was dealing with his infinitely more-of-an-asshole mother.

"Well, blondie, maybe one day you'll find someone who makes you act all clingy," Cana grins. "'cause it'll happen. If you can trick them into liking you, of course."

"Funny," Laxus deadpanned. "And I ain't the kind of guy who's gonna want to spend every hour or every day with someone."

"You think I am? I'm not, like, co-dependant or anything," At Cana's words, Laxus raised a doubting eyebrow. "I'm not! Just, like, before I got with Mira I was happy sitting in my apartment doing nothing on my own. Now, whenever I have to do that now, I always think that it'd be better if Mira was with me. I don't need to spend every second with her – sometimes I don't even want to – but I always think that things would be better with her, y'know. Least to me, that's what I think a good relationship is."

"Sweet. But d'you really think I'm the kinda guy who'll end up feeling like that with someone?" Laxus chuckled slightly. "Have to say, kinda doubt it."

"Well, never say never. Maybe it's already happening but you don't know it. I mean, you've been out with your boss a lot, right," Cana had a small smirk on her face, Laxus frowning. "You've been hanging out with each other for a couple months, that's what me and Mira did before we got together."

At this, Laxus tensed quite obviously. He had indulged himself in the conversation with Cana about his relationship as it offered him a distraction from the stress about meeting his mother – something that he had undergone throughout the previous week – and it was offering him a small amount of amusement. He didn't expect Freed to be brought up – as far as he was concerned, the only person who might guess he had any kind of feelings for Freed was Makarov – so had seen no risk. Obviously, he had been mistaken.

He didn't reply, which got Cana to look up from her drink in confusion. She had brought up Laxus' boss to tease him, simply for the fact she wanted to see him blush a little more. But, before she could annoyingly suggest the party they'd go to was a date, she noticed Laxus' sudden tension.

It took her a few seconds to realise what the tension meant, but her eye bulged out a little when she did. Laxus noticed this, must have realised both what Cana's intentions had been and then what he had just revealed, and blushed. Cana didn't say anything for a moment, taken aback. Sure, the few times she'd seen the two men together she'd noted that they were closer than Laxus normally got with people, but she wouldn't have thought the reason was because they had feelings for each other. Or, Laxus at least had some kind of feelings for Freed.

After a moment, Cana spoke again. "Really?"

Laxus continued looking away from Cana's eyeline. He really had hoped to avoid Freed coming up in conversation – part of his single insanely badly timed issue at a time rule – but obviously that couldn't happen. Because not only was Freed in the conversation, Cana also knew why he would have wanted to avoid talking about him.

"Maybe," He grunted a little, glaring into his coffee. "I don't know, it's confusin'. I don't really wanna talk about it. There's kind of a lot going on today, this is the last thing I need really."

Cana nodded, seeing his point. The quiet returned between them both, however there was a small sense of tension between them. Cana knew that the tension wasn't aimed at her directly, simply that she had stumbled on something that Laxus wasn't ready to talk about, and he'd always been cagey about his privacy. Cana wasn't going to be offended, and she wasn't going to pry any more than needed, but she was curious.

Things made sense, with this. The fact that Laxus had gone to Freed after his argument with his mother had confused Cana – yes, she and Mira had been busy, but they honestly would be okay with the disruption given the circumstances – but this made sense. In some capacity, Laxus felt a bond with Freed that was unique to the two of them, so there was logic in the decision.

She went about finishing her sandwich, trying not to worry about her friend. The day really was going to be long for the blonde. Not only was he meeting with his mother, who Cana had only heard bad things about, but he was also going to a party with the guy he might have a crush on. It couldn't have been a date, Laxus wasn't forward enough for that and he probably would have been more boastful if there was actually some kind of relationship. She just hoped that going to the party wouldn't bite Laxus on the ass somehow.

The tension was soon getting too much for her and she needed to get rid of it; if only just to put Laxus in a better mood. She leant forward with a smile, getting Laxus' attention. He still looked a little nervous, but Cana hoped she could fix that.

"Well, blondie, looks like you've got a type then," Cana smirked, hoping to take the severity out of Laxus' potential feelings.

"What d'you mean by that?" Laxus asked, clearly expecting to be the punchline of some kind of joke.

"Good looking guys with long hair," Cana continued, smiling. "I mean I get that guys aren't really my forte or whatever, but Freed's pretty good looking, and obviously he's got long hair. And that guy you used to date, you used to work with him. He was pretty hot too, and long hair."

"Gajeel?" Laxus frowned, though seemed to be glad the joke wasn't at his expense. Not with any cruelty, anyway. "I mean we fucked around a bit, but I don't think we ever dated."

"Really?" Cana chuckled. "Well, you still got a type. Glad to see you know what you want in a man."

"Guess so," Laxus let out a single laugh. He hadn't really thought about that. He smiled a little, making Cana relax in her seat. "Thanks for not making a big deal out of it. I know it's kinda come out of nowhere, and it's probably stupid, but I appreciate you not freaking out."

"No problem. I ain't evil," Cana grinned. Laxus raised an eyebrow, to which Cana placed a hand over her heart to feign offense. "You do realise that the second Mira knows this, she will literally blow up, right?"

Laxus nodded with a chuckle. "Yeah, I know."

"Well, you better make sure you don't annoy me, 'cause you've just given me a bomb to drop on ya."

With a small nod and chuckle, Laxus leant back. He finished his coffee and the waiter collected their used plates and mugs. They both ordered another drink, Laxus checking his phone to see that only twenty minutes had passes since they had arrived, despite it feeling like a significantly longer time. But that meant his mother was meant to be there in around ten minutes, which filled him with the same kind of nervousness that their conversation had suppressed. He started to tap his fingers against the table again because of this but told himself that meeting with her was for the best and that he would regret it if he ran out on it.

As they waited, Cana kept Laxus in a light conversation but noticed he had folded in on himself again. When Laxus asked how long Cana planned to stay, she knew that his nervousness had come back in full force. She assured him she would stay as long as he needed, though in not such eloquent wording.

Time passed and, faster than Laxus expected, the ten minutes had ended and the time scheduled had come. More importantly, Sophia Dreyar had yet to arrive. Cana noticed that Laxus get even more self-contained when that happened, so tried to assure him that she was probably stuck in traffic, hadn't been able to find her way to the café, or that she simply hadn't managed her time correctly. Laxus had half heartedly agreed that Cana's suggestions were probably correct, but they both know he could quite believe it.

The longer time elapsed, the more Cana began to worry. After fifteen minutes it was harder to believe that traffic or poor time management was to blame, and surely anyone who cared enough would have a basic idea of where the café was. She was starting to worry that Sophia wasn't coming.

Across the table, it was obvious Laxus had the same worries. He pulled out his phone and saw that he had no notifications. He wasn't sure if his mother had gained his contact details from Makarov, but even if she didn't she could have contacted him through his grandfather. His hand clenched around his phone slightly, dread filling his stomach. Why wasn't she there? Why hadn't she gotten in contact? Why had she done this again?

More time passed, Sophia had yet to show her face. Conversation had ended; Laxus had completely retreated to his own thoughts and Cana could do nothing but be there if he needed, and deal with the waiting staff, who could sense Laxus wasn't in the mood to talk. She couldn't stop looking at Laxus, his face was stoic but there was obvious a storm of emotions going through his head.

Where the hell was she?

After another twenty minutes, Laxus checked his phone. Still nothing, and thirty-five minutes had passed since she should have been there. His confusion, hurt and regret had all twisted into anger. She had given him hope and left him down again. She had messed with his head again. She'd fucked him around. Again!

"Fucks sake!" He yelled.

Standing up, he grabbed his coat and slung it over his shoulders. He stormed out of the cafe without saying another word¸ ignoring the eyes of every other patron in the café looking towards him. The door slammed against the wall as he walked through it, striding into the heavy rain with an expression of anger painted on his face.

Cana quickly followed, sending an apologetic look towards the nearest worker as she closed the door. She looked around, seeing that Laxus had stormed across the road and was walking down the sidewalk with his head low and body-language obviously angered.

She quickly ran after him, putting a hand up to a car that had to stop suddenly to avoid hitting her. The man driving made a gesture that, on a normal day, would have gotten her into an argument with him, but Laxus was more important. She jogged up the sidewalk, wincing when a loud crackle of thunder rumbled around the sky. It seemed as though the weather really was reflective of Laxus' emotions, something she had joked about as they were waiting for Sophia to show up.

"Laxus," She yelled over the sound of the rain. "Come on man, wait up. We need to talk about this."

The blonde spun around when Cana caught up, and she couldn't tell if the water on his cheeks was form the rain or was from his tears. Either way, the stoic façade had fallen, and he looked distraught, angry and betrayed. Cana tried not to let her face show any sympathy, Laxus wouldn't appreciate that, but it was hard not to feel sorry for him.

"Talk about it, huh? Sure, we can talk about it," Laxus practically yelled, though Cana knew the anger wasn't directed at her. "Because there's a whole lot of things that I wanna know! Like, what is it about me that just seems to drive people away from me? Because pretty much every fucking person who's meant to be there for me more than anyone else just leaves. Or hurts me. Or just fucks me over again and again!"

"Come on Laxus…" Was all Cana could say before Laxus continued.

"I mean my mother, she left the entire fucking continent when I was a kid and didn't take me with her. Must have done something or she would have taken me with here, right?" Laxus' voice got louder. "And fucking Ivan, I mean what kind of father does this to his own sons face!"

Laxus motioned to the jagged scar over his eye, voice still getting louder. Passers-by were glancing at them, some looking with distain, but neither Laxus nor Cana payed any mind to them.

"Ivan was a drunk, Laxus," Cana tried to remain calm. "You had nothing to do with that, he's just a bad person. And you did nothing wrong with your mother. I mean, even after Ivan did that to you, she stayed with him. Kept you with him. And even after all that, you gave her a chance and she throws it back at you."

"But why?" Laxus yelled, the thunder booming again. "Am I that fucking bad? Is there something that just makes it impossible to love me or something? What is it?"

"Laxus, it isn't you! Trust me," Cana took Laxus hand, forcing eye contact. "You got stuck with crappy parents who you didn't deserve, but that doesn't mean anything that happened is your fault and it defiantly doesn't make you unlovable. Just because those assholes don't treat you right, doesn't mean everyone's gonna be like that. Your granddad loves you, obviously. He wouldn't have looked after you if he didn't. Me and Mira do too. It must be shit, and you might not wanna believe it, but people care."

Laxus fell into silence, and the rain was the only thing they could hear. They were both soaked to the bone as Laxus pushed his hair out of his eyes. His chest was heaving slightly, and expression had fallen to something of exhaustion. He ran his hand through his hair again, and Cana could see his eyes were slightly bloodshot and red.

Defiantly crying.

"You're right," Laxus' voice croaked a little as he spoke. His voice, too, had the anger replaced with exhaustion. "I know. I-I gotta go home. I've gotta get ready for tonight and-"

"Tonight?" Cana asked, frowning. "Laxus, you can't seriously wanna go to a party tonight. Not to be harsh or anything, but you're a mess right now. I don't think you can really handle-"

"I'm not letting her do this again, Cana," Laxus grunted. Cana hated it when Laxus used her name, they only did that in serious situations. "That- that fucking woman messed up so much of my childhood and she's not doing it again! This is the firsts time I've felt normal and, well, like I'm doing something productive with my life in years, and she comes in and just fucks me around again. But I'm not letting her do it anymore, because I have more than her now. Freed, Makarov, you. That's what matters now, and she can't stop that."

"I get that. But you're not in a good place," Cana tried to insist. "D'you think you can really pretend you're okay for the night?"

"Who gives a shit? Seriously, that woman is done for me now! She has… nothing in my life is gonna be dictated by her, by Ivan, anymore," Laxus turned. "I gotta go. Thanks for sitting with me."

As Laxus started to walk away, Cana could do nothing but watch. The conviction he had spoken with, the venom in his words as he mentioned his parents, she knew he meant what he said. But it was a bad idea, Laxus was never as open as he was in that moment, there was no way he could deal with going to a party for the whole night, in an environment he was unfamiliar with no less. But Laxus was quickly walking away, he would soon be getting lost in the sea of umbrellas and overcoats, so Cana forcefully started to push herself through the mess of people.

Laxus was alone in his mind. This was what had to happen. Who was she to treat him like that? He couldn't live his life worrying about her, about the crappy parents he was given. He was a grown-ass-adult and he needed to act like it. He had a life, had friends, had a family. They were important, not Sophia and Ivan.

"Laxus," He heard Cana shout from behind him as he turned a corner. "Wait up!"

He didn't hear her. His childhood wasn't going to hold him for ransom anymore. He had a future that, for all he knew, was starting now. His childhood was just a footnote of his life, this was the main event. He wasn't going to be the little kid waiting for his mom to call anymore, he was going to be the man who lived as well as he could.

"Dude," Cana continued. "Dude, seriously."

Tonight was the start. He was going to go to the high-class party and, even if it was just for a night, live the life his parents could never offer him. Maybe once it was over, he'd call Mira or Cana and assure them he was fine. Maybe he'd call his real guardian and just talk with him, give Makarov the attention and respect the old man deserved. He could do anything, and it would be unburdened by the pressure of his crappy parents.

"Come on," Cana said with futility as the thunder boomed and lighting split apart the sky. "Laxus."

He didn't know what he was going to do from that point. He had no idea. But he did know this was the turning point. He knew that his new life was meant to start at that party. It was meant to start with Freed.

[fight-me-wyatt]

Wyatt Oleff ~ Ice Cream by the Ocean

Request/Prompt:  “Do you think you could do a fluffy Wyatt x reader where they go on cute little spending the day exploring town kind of date?” From Anonymous on tumblr.

Ship: Wyatt Oleff x fem!reader

Summary: the reader and Wyatt are going on a date in town… So basically the request lol.

Type:  fluff 

Warning: Only warning would be swearing. And slight sexual innuendos?

Word count: 3670 (including A/Ns) 

Hope you enjoy it. Let me know! I kinda got carried away with the beginning and didn’t do a big long town date part, so if you want me to redo it I’m more than happy to! The gif doesnt fully fit the story but its the outfit i was imagining. but i mean hes really cute even when hes not smiling, so, ah well. Not my gif, gif credit goes to @staruris ! xx (Btw, Y/S/N means Your Sisters Name, instead of your ship name, in this)

Y/N POV

I shook my head at my reflection for the 100th time. Nothing was working with me. I took the clothes that I was currently wearing off and chucked them on the ‘no’ pile that was growing rather steadily on my bed. I dove back into my wardrobe, trying to find something actually half decent, shuffling through hangers and folded clothes. I screamed quietly, throwing my hands up on the air.

“I give up! I’m not going” I groaned.

I turned around, running my hands through my hair, to see my older sister, leaning on the door frame of my room, smirking. 

“Shut up, Y/S/N” I grumbled, folding my arms.

She chuckled and let herself into my room and starting skimming through my wardrobe.

“Yeah, no, please, come in, make yourself at home” I muttered sarcastically.

My sister smiled sweetly and shrugged “thanks!”

I rolled my eyes, but simply sat on my bed, waiting for her to finish what she was doing. She turned to me with a sigh. 

“You really don’t have anything good to wear…. come on, I think I may have something in my wardrobe.” 

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her own room.

I sat down on her bed as she opened her wardrobe with a dramatic flourish. I rolled my eyes at her and sighed.

“There’s no point. I’m not going to look good anyways. I don’t think he even likes me. I might as well not go.” I grumbled, staring down at fiddling with my fingers. My sister just glared at me.

“I think the fuck not, Y/N/N, you’ve been looking for to your date with Wyatt for ages!” She put her hands on her hips, drumming her perfectly manicured, purple nails against her floral patterned dress. 

I looked down at my own bitten nails and my rather fat thighs that I hated. I frowned and darted my eyes away before I overthought it, as I usually did.

Y/S/N grabbed my hands and held them, speaking softly,

“Y/N/N, don’t worry. You’re beautiful, and he knows it.”

I looked at her cautiously.

“How do you know, though.” I whispered, scared. 

She smiled at me as if she knew something that I didn’t.

“Well,” she replied, “I can tell because of the way he looks at you, with so much love and admiration. The way he talks about you, nonstop and with affection, and that smile he gets whenever you’re mentioned. And that’s only the beginning. But, enough of that. Let’s find you something to wear” she grinned and patted my hands before disappearing into her wardrobe.

 I didn’t pay attention to her occasional mutterings of “not this”, “never in a million years” and other similar comments as I mulled over her previous words. Did he - did he really think and do those things?

Y/S/N broke my thoughts by squeaking excitedly. I quirked an eyebrow up at her, unsure about what she was harping on about. She grinned at me brightly and pulled out a cute casual summer dress that was black with thin horizontal white stripes. I looked at it doubtfully but took it from her nonetheless. I pulled it on over my head. The material was light and comfortable. Y/S/N stepped out of my way so I could see myself in the reflection. I peered at the figure in front of me as they did the same. The dress had t-shirt sleeves, a scoop neck that wasn’t low enough to show anything (thank god) and it went down to my knees. I turned around and looked over my shoulder so I could see the back. The waist was elastic, meaning it pulled in, slightly showing the curves that I did have, in an innocent flattering way. I spun around once, the already slightly flared skirt spinning with me. 

Y/S/N squeaked with joy and clapped her hands.

“Oh yes. 100% yes. I’ve had it for, like, ages and its getting quite tight on me. You might as well keep it.” She winked and grinned at me, “Aw, you look so adorable in it, Y/N/N! Do you like it?”

I smiled softly, biting my lip. I continued to stare at this familiar stranger behind the glass, and nodded. 

“Yeah… Yeah I do!” I said slowly getting more confident.

Y/S/N nodded, happy with my answer.

“Wait here for one second.” She said gesturing for me to do as she told me. I shrugged, curious as to what she was doing.

She was back within the minute holding multiple accessories, including a pair of white converse- my converse.

“You do realise I’m capable of grabbing my own shoes from my own wardrobe, right?” I asked, slightly sassily.

She grinned and rolled her eyes.

“Why, I would never make your royal highness do that, now would I?” She curtsied lowly, pulling her skirt out. 

The shoes dropped awkwardly out of her arms and I snatched them up from where they had rolled to a stop on the floor.

I quickly pulled them on my feet, and as I stood up Y/S/N shoved a floppy, wide-brimmed, creme summer hat onto my head. I rolled my eyes and moved the hat so that it was on properly.

My sister looked me up and down, as if I was a complicated algebra problem that she was trying to solve piece by piece, analysing every part of my body and outfit. I started to get uncomfortable under her critical eyes, so I folded my arms, turning my head away from her, embarrassed. She nodded slowly, having solved the problem in the complex algebra equation that was my date look and outfit.

“Hair and makeup, then we’re done. I promise.” She reassured, sensing my unease. 

I nodded slowly, smiling ever so slightly. No matter how annoying she could be, she really did care about me. 

She lead me to the bathroom and got started.

-

“Y/N! Wyatt’s here!” My mothers voice echoed done the hallway to the bathroom where my sister was finishing up on my ‘look’. 

My eyes filled with fear, horror, excitement, and a range of other emotions.

“Y/S/N! Hurry up! I don’t want him to talk to mum for too long, who knows what she could say!” I urged her on, but she just laughed. 

I looked in the mirror and saw my face with light, simple makeup that was almost not noticeable. My hair was out and flowing in waves down my back.

“Okay, okay, I’m done.” She smirked and looked at her handy work and nodded happily. She handed me my over the shoulder bag containing my wallet, phone and camera.

“Here you go! Have fun, hun.” 

I gave her a hug whispering a quiet thank you in her ear, before running through to see Wyatt and my mum deep in conversation.

I groaned and blushed, accidentally turning both of their attentions onto me. My eyes widened realising what I’d done. Neither seemed to mind though.

Wyatt’s eyebrows went up as he smiled, and I heard a small “wow” slip from his lips. I blushed a deeper red and I lowered my head awkwardly.

“Oh honey, you look beautiful!” A voice broke the silence and my head darted up to see my mum clasping her hands, with a look of awe on her face.

I winced, embarrassed.

“Muuuum! Please stop….” I tried to tell her without words that she was deeply embarrassing me. 

Wyatt just chuckled and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Your mum is right, you know, you do look beautiful.” He said softy.

I bit my lip and I let my eyes run over him.

He was wearing skinny jeans, and a simple white tshirt with his blue reflective sunglasses hanging off the neck line of his tee and he had a black bag over his shoulders. His curly hair looked perfect as usual and I couldn’t help but grin. 

“You don’t look to bad yourself, Oleff….” I smirked shyly, looking at him directly for once.

My mum awkwardly cleared her throat, breaking up the moment Wyatt and I were sharing.

“Okay, well you kids have fun… Not too much fun, though. And be home in time for dinner. ” she paused, wondering if she should give them “the talk”.

I quickly nodded, and grabbed Wyatt’s hand pulling him out the door.

“Okay, will do, thanks mum, bye! Love you!” I called over my shoulder hurriedly.

-

When we were out onto the street I let go of his hand slowly.

“Uh, sorry about that… She didn’t say anything weird or make you uncomfortable while you were waiting for me, did she?” I asked, with fingers crossed.

Wyatt chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. We both started strolling down the street, no destination, just walking together.

“No, no, don’t worry. She was just asking me about filming, my parents, how excited and nervous you’ve been for this date, school, my siblings, that kind of thing, ya know?” He shrugged grinning at me.

I nodded slowly before stopping as realisation dawned on me.

“Wait. She did what?!” I put my head in my hands and groaned “ohmygod that’s so embarrassing, I’m so sorry…” 

Wyatt smiled softly and nudged me.

“Yeah, but do you know what I told her?” He asked me.

I shook my head, peering through the gaps in my fingers.

“I told her, that I too was feeling that exact way.” He said blushing, keeping his eyes on the path ahead. 

For a minute or so, the only sound was our footsteps on the pavement. Oh, and my extremely loud thoughts, all screaming at me telling me different things all at once, but, thankfully, he couldn’t hear those.

I cleared my throat, trying to clear my head at the same time. It didn’t work. 

“You-ah-you did?” I asked, looking down, letting my hair fall with it, afraid to look at him.

“Mmhmm” Wyatt nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets, nervously, worried that he shouldn’t have mentioned anything.

I smiled, my mouth hidden behind my hair. 

“Uh, why were you…. Why were you nervous?” I asked, finally looking up at him.

He grinned and shook his head, shrugging.

“I don’t know….. Why were you nervous, Y/N?” He said, teasing clear in his voice as he bumped my arm with his elbow. 

I simply scoffed and playfully glared at him, rolling my eyes.

“Oh, shut up, Wyatt.” I laughed trying to hide my embarrassment.

We walked in silence for a couple of minutes, looking around at our surroundings of trees, houses and cars going past. It wasn’t awkward, it was simply natural, as we walked in a content silence. Wyatt took his hand out of his pocket to rub the back of his neck. He let his hand drop to his side awkwardly. I noticed his awkwardness and turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. Wyatt looked at me and opened his mouth before turning away, not saying anything. Before I can say anything, he turns back around to speak.

“Okay, but seriously, Y/N/N, why were you nervous?? Do I make you nervous?” He said with a soft, teasing smile. 

I blushed and shyly slid my fingers between his so that we were holding hands.

“Well, Wyatt… It’s because I really really like you, and I’m always nervous and I get butterflies whenever I’m with you and I’m worried that I’m gonna muck up what we have. And I don’t want it to end, because you make me feel so happy and I love spending time with you…” I spoke quietly, ironically nervous to say so.

 I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked at him to see that he was blushing, with the widest smile on his face. It may be cheesy, but, one look at his genuine smile, and all of my worries dropped away.

Neither of us could stop smiling as we walked, hand in hand, down the street. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Wyatt keep stealing glances at me. I laughed lightly and looked at him teasingly.

“Take a picture, Wy, it’ll last longer you know.” I teased, winking at him, all the while grinning. 

He coughed awkwardly, turning away, muttering a small “sorry”. 

He paused to think, before letting go of my hand and grabbing his camera from his bag. My eyes widened and I shook my head.

“No! Wyatt, I was joking! Don’t you dare take a picture of me” I said groaning, half joking, half serious. 

I loved taking photos, and I loved the photos Wyatt took, but I hated to be in front of the camera. He looked at me with a pout and a pleading look, his chocolate brown eyes melting my stupid heart. I groaned and glared at him slightly.

“Fine, you asshole. Just hurry up and take the damn picture” I said smirking. 

He grinned and held the camera up to his eye. I blushed but smiled anyway, awkwardly standing on the path. 

The flash went off and I breathed a sigh of relief, as Wyatt checked the photo. He muttered something that I didn’t quite catch and I bit my lip, unsure of whether to bring it up. He put his camera back in his bag and we resumed walking. 

“Uh, wy? I didn’t quite catch what you just said…” 

Wyatt turned red.

“Oh. I-uh, just said that you, uh, you look really gorgeous…” 

My eyes widened and I looked down at my feet, kicking a stone across the street. 

“Oh, um, thanks…” I turned and softly kissed him on the cheek. 

Now we were both as red as tomatoes. I couldn’t believe I had just done that, and neither could he. Not that he was complaining. 

We were approaching the small ice cream shop that was on the corner. It was somewhere we often went, before and after we had started dating. We had been going out for a little under two months, but had been friends for a lot longer, and yet we were both incredibly shy about the whole 'dating’ thing. We both saw the small shop and grinned at each other, previous awkwardness forgotten.

“Ice cream?” He asked with a smirk, grabbing hold of my hand again so that they were entwined.

“Ice cream.” I replied simply.

“On your marks?” He asked, setting a challenge.

I stuck my head up high, took off my hat so it didn’t blow off and smirked.

“GetsetGO!” I said quickly, sliding my hand out of his, and preceded to sprint off in the direction of the shop.

His mouth dropped open and he began to sprint to catch up.

“You little shit!” He called out to me. 

I laughed, happily, throwing my head back. He was quickly gaining on me, and I could hear his footsteps getting louder behind me. So, I pushed myself harder. 

I skidded to a stop at the doorway of the finish line, breathing heavily. Wyatt was so close behind me, he didn’t have time to stop before crashing into me. We landed in a heap, giggling together.

Wyatt stood up and offered a hand to me. I gratefully accepted and he pulled me up so I was a little under eye level with me.

“How does it feel, Oleff? To be beat by me?” I teased.

He shook his head, grinning.

“Nope. You cheated, you got a head start, Y/L/N. Therefore, I win by default.”

“I did not cheat! I won fair and square! You’re just upset that you aren’t as good as me.” I scoffed, winking at him. 

I turned to walk into the shop, but Wyatt grabbed my arm softly and pulled me back. We were mere centermeters away from each other 

“Okay, fine. You won. Don’t you want your prize then?” He whispered

“My prize? What pr-”

He cut me off by closing the small gap between us and pressing his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss, closing my eyes. I kissed back slowly, before hesitantly pulling away. Holy shit. My first kiss. Wyatt Oleff just kissed me. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, and he had a matching one on his. I stood there shocked for a minute, before my senses kicked back in.

“Uh, you still up for ice cream?” I asked in a pitch higher than normal.

“Oh, yeah, definitely.” He grinned, and we walked inside.

“One orange chocolate chip ice cream and one goody goody gum drop ice cream. That’s $6 thanks.” The bored cashier said with a strained smile.

I reached into my bag for my wallet before Wyatt rolled his eyes at me.

“They’re on me, Y/N/N” 

He payed and grabbed the ice creams for us, and gave me mine. Not before licking some of my ice cream though. I chuckled and gave him a light shove as we left the shop and into the sunny spring day. 

“You didn’t have to pay for me, Wyatt”

“I know…”

“That was a thank you, by the way…”

Yeah, I know" 

I grinned and slid my free hand into his own free hand. 

We walked along the street and down to the harbour, ever so slightly swinging our locked hands between us. 

We sat down on a bench with a view of the calm ocean, the sound of waves washing up on the beach a comforting noise, the squawking of the seagulls; not so much.   

We sat and licked our ice creams, the sea breeze occasionally blowing my hair into my ice cream. I grumbled, annoyed, and pulled my hair out, slightly smearing some of the ice cream on my cheek. Wyatt laughed, shaking his head at me. I glared, playfully, poking my tongue out at him. I wiped my cheek with the back of my hand to get rid of the cream. Wyatt smiled softly, biting his lip.

“What?!” I asked him, confused at his actions.

He chuckled and lifted up his hand, tentatively.

“May I? You’ve still got a little bit of ice cream riiiight…” He said slowly, before quickly dipping his finger in his own ice cream and smearing it all over my cheek, “there.” He grinned, proud of himself.

My mouth fell open, but I started laughing along with him.

I moved so that I was fully facing him, a smirk on my face, and a plan formulating in my mind. 

“Oh? Is that so, Wy? Funny you say that, because you happen to have ice cream riiiight…” I grabbed his hand that contained his ice cream and quickly guided it so that it gently smeared across his cheek, “there”.

He burst out laughing as I raised my eyebrows, pleased with myself. He wiped the ice cream off with his index finger, and licked his finger clean, winking at me.  

We constantly joked around and made innuendos because our senses of humour were relatively the same, and one reason our relationship worked so well was because we could make each other laugh all the time. I’d constantly be in stitches over some lame joke that Wyatt had told me, or he’d be gasping for air over some stupid pun I had made. 

I did the same with the ice cream on my cheek and blew him a kiss. Wyatt grinned and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, staring out at the horizon. Melting into his arms, I lent my head on his shoulder, enjoying the peaceful view of the ocean. In that moment, I couldn’t have been happier, and little did I know that Wyatt was feeling the exact same way.

-

It could had been minutes, or it could’ve been hours that we sat there, together on that bench. We would occasionally break the silence to tell the other a joke, or comment about something we could see, such as a boat out on the horizon, or a cloud that was shaped like a tree, but other than that we simply sat together enjoying each other’s company. 

With my head still on his shoulder, I smiled brightly.

“Thanks, Wy. I couldn’t have asked for a better day.” I said softly.

We both had our eyes on the two seagulls gliding through the air together as he replied.

“Well, I recon we can beat this day, and have an even better day another time… But only if you’d like too?” He said shyly.

“Are you asking me out on another date, Wyatt Oleff?” I grinned.

“Indeed I am, Y/F/N.” 

“Well, i guess I have to say yes, I need to see if it’s possible for a day to be better than this.” I teased, looking out over the ocean where the same two seagulls were dipping and diving at the water with each other.

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve been having writers block, and school has definitely not helped lol. Xxx This was kinda not really “exploring town” so, if you’d like for me to write that, let me know! And I’ll add it to Tommys to be written! HOLY SHIT! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS!?!? This is crazy xxxxxxxxxxxxx

@nctzenaf here's the one I was in the process of writing.. Don't worry I'll still write another!

[newtts-scamander]

Just a Little Bit of Your Heart

Imagine: You are holding your first public art exhibition. Although you think that Tom understands how important this night is to you, you are once again proven wrong. Nonetheless, a little bit of his love is better than none. Right?

A/N: I was inspired by harry styles’ original track. listen to the live version while you read, cause I did and I was a fucken mess. sorry for the angst, I love you. x

Your head spun. The dizziness was overwhelming as you gazed down from the railing into your art studio. It was a lot cleaner than usual. No spray cans or paint brushes were left astray. In fact, a large crowd littered around, chattering and admiring the sculptures and paintings which you had created. Blue and purple lights bounced off the walls within the room; causing dark, intricate shadows to be created around the guests.

You felt sick; butterflies bursting within your stomach at merely the thought of what your audience might be thinking about your exhibition. Your expression faltered as your eyes spotted Tom within the crowd. A beer was clutched in his left hand, sipping it occasionally as he nodded along to a story being told by one of your other friends. What surprised you, however, was the petite girl who clung onto his arm. Her long, silky blonde hair fell down her slim, exposed back as she laughed along to the story, gazing up to look at Tom’s expression every so often. It’s probably nothing, you thought.  

You knew that Tom and yourself weren’t ‘exclusive’. In fact, it hadn’t seemed to come up in any conversation, despite the increasing number of kisses you had shared since he had returned from America. Yet, you couldn’t allow yourself to ignore the faint stinging sensation that you felt in your chest as you watched him carefully wrap his arm around her shoulder. Bowing your head, your eyes squeezed closed; a breath of air tumbling from your soft, red lips.

“I must be out of my mind,” you admitted to yourself. Lifting your eyes up, you looked at your reflection; fixing the black, silk dress which hugged your body. Your cleavage was very prominent. Yet, there was something about the dress that made you feel extremely elegant. Tonight’s my night, you thought.

Shaking your head, you downed the remnants of some pink, bubbly liquid from an abandoned champagne flute. Checking yourself one more time in the mirror you nodded, smiling at your reflection. Feigning composure, you steadily made your way down the flight of stairs in your heeled boots and towards your group of friends.

“Look who it is! The woman of the hour,” your best friend, Sean, cheered from behind you. Despite the music which filled the atmosphere, numerous pairs of eyes were directed towards your actions as you moved towards him. Numerous cheers and congratulations were thrown at you from surrounding family friends, creating a whole-hearted smile to be smeared across your face. You stifled a laugh, taking a sky bow before turning around towards him. A sense of easiness washed over you as you were enclosed within Sean’s lanky arms. A small congratulations and praise being sung into your ear as he did so.

“You look hot, babe!” Sean wooed, holding you at arm’s length. Pulling you into his side, he nodded towards the other side of the room. “Look at what the cat dragged in over there... No one said it would be easy, but Christ, bringing another girl? He’s got some balls.”

Flickering your eyes up from the ground, your eyes fell upon Tom. He was turned away, not aware of your presence as of yet. A content smile tugged at his lips as he cheered your brother along. His hair looked neater than the wildly curly state you were used to. It was now perfectly gelled back. As well as that, his skin glowed; a healthy tan covering his face thanks to the rays of American sun which had surely kissed his skin. The flattering, denim button up shirt that hugged his biceps and the black pair of jeans he adorned allowed him to resemble some sort of Greek god.

Blinking rapidly, your eyes caught light of the blonde who clawed at Tom’s arm, attempting to bring attention to her barely there silver slip dress. It was her scratchy voice, audible from the opposite side of the room which dragged you back to reality.

“Sake,” you murmured in frustration, shaking your head.

“You’ve got no competition babes,” he assured quietly, as you made your way over to the group. Stopping within earshot of the large group, Sean most definitely made your presence known. “I mean fucking look at allllll of this!”

As if it was staged, all your friend’s eyes turned towards you. The unruly applauses and cheers were just louder than the music, causing warmth to rise to your cheeks. Taking all the attention in your stride, you curtsied for the second time that night.

Although you had resisted the urge to look towards Tom; he most certainly had not. Licking his soft lips, his brown eyes widened as he gazed over the silky dress which seemed as though it was made just for you. His imagination roamed wild as he looked up and down your body. You looked ethereal. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail; loose strands falling from the front of your hairline, framing your face perfectly. Your eyes glimmered brightly, your face coming alight with a happiness Tom had never seen before. His heart leapt into his mouth as a sudden uneasiness fell down his spine. His hand rose nervously, combing through his hair; an anxious habit he had picked up from you.

“Who’s the next round of booze on?” Sean called loudly, encouraging the already rowdy group. You rolled your eyes, slapping him in the chest in as you looked towards the strangers, a sheepish smile on your face. “It’s (Y/N)’s first exhibition, c’moooon, don’t be cheap arses! Do we have any takers?”

“You guys don’t have to-“ you began. Waving your hands to excuse the strangers, giving Sean a stern glare.

“I got it,” Tom called quickly, cutting you off. Your eyes met his for the first time tonight; a familiar feeling tightening in the pit of your stomach as he looked you and down several times over. The group cheered louder in response to his inclination to order the group more drinks. He moved towards you, shaking his arm from the blonde’s seemingly deathly grip. Tom’s empty arms opened towards you. His strong arms skimmed around your figure; his large hands slid down, falling into place on your lower back.

“Congratulations,” he murmured sweetly into your ear, pressing a delicate kiss onto your cheek. “This is all so amazing, (Y/N), honestly. I’m so proud of you, darling.”

You squeezed him, holding him close before letting go, a shy smile on your face. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re enjoying it. It was really-”

“Where are the drinks, Holland? Huh?” your brother called obnoxiously, interrupting the sweet exchange. Sharing a chuckle, Tom hummed. “I’ll be right back.” With a wink and one more kiss to the cheek, he disappeared into the crowd.

Looking back towards your friends, you let out a sigh in relief. Slowly, you began making your way around the studio, chatting and explaining to your friends and strangers who had wandered into the exhibition the inspiration and meaning behind some of the art pieces. Your friends and family wore stupidly proud, drunken smiles on their faces as you spoke to them.

After around twenty minutes, you found yourself staring at one of the paintings you had become extremely fond of. An array of blossoming flowers were at the centre of the large canvas, more specifically, a variation of daffodils which stemmed from the overly dark and eerie scenery which surrounded them. An elderly woman stopped beside you, as if, just as mesmerised as you were.

“What do you think it’s about?” you questioned.

“It depends how you perceive it, dear,” she explained, not shifting her eyes from the dark image. “For me, I-I know that those flowers there, oh! What are they-“

“Daffodils,” you spoke, just above a whisper.

“Daffodils! That’s the one! Anyway, they normally represent new life, but, I think in this circumstance it might be an unrequited love.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, looking towards her in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

“Well don’t just look at the painting; analyse it, dear. Christ, you millennials,” she muttered, shaking her head. “The surroundings are dark, rough; but there’s a bunch of perfectly untouched, blossoming flowers. If you look closely at the ground, you’ll see other stems are trying to grow. Now, if I didn’t know any better I would say that the artist is facing a tricky relationship. Wouldn’t you?”

You remained still, your eyes fixated on the painting created by you. You hadn’t thought it through that much, but maybe she was right.

“I mean-“ you spoke, your finger raised as if ready to make a point. You turned towards her, but, she was gone. “Oh.”

Looking back towards the dreary painting, you huffed. As you were about to move along to the next art piece, a strong pair of arms slip around your waist, causing you to jump.

“Hey,” the rough voice rasped. Turning, you were met with a dazed, overconfident Tom. Alongside his messy, slightly dampened hair and unbuttoned, crinkled shirt, his appearance hadn’t changed at all. Your eyes flickered to the loud groan of the studio door. A twinge of jealousy struck through you as the blonde female, whose name had slipped from your memory, stumbled out of sight.

“Tom,” you spoke breathlessly, your eyes darting from Tom to the closed door. Immediately you put two and two together. Surely he didn’t just get with some other girl during one of the biggest nights of your life?

A sharp pain sparked through your chest once again. Tears stung your eyes, however, Tom remained seemingly unbothered as you desperately searched for any guilt within his lazy grin. You couldn’t believe that this was happening, tonight of all nights. Tom knew how much this exhibition meant to you. But maybe, you were wrong after all. “Were you just…? I-you, did you just…?“

Your mouth failed to form words. Yet, how could you expect anything else? You always knew you weren’t the only one, but when it came to Tom you were a fool and you knew it. He reached out, attempting to grab your arm but you took a step back. You couldn’t bear to have him near you right now. Once again, he reached his hand out towards your face but you flinched, looking the other way. Becoming conscious of your reluctance to his touch, Tom’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“Wha-“ he slurred, his face falling. The desperate shaking of your head put a stop to his words. You couldn’t do this. Not here. Not tonight. A tear slipped from your eye as you walked away, not turning back as he continued to call your name. You felt dirty; betrayed that he would do such a thing.

“Tom, I really can’t deal with this right now,” you insisted, sniffling. Holding onto your forearm, he pulled you closer to him, looking you directly into your red, blurry eyes.

“Please; just, please. Let’s go outside and talk.”

Yanking his grip from your arm, you took long strides, your head down as you manoeuvred your way past the crowd and outside into the crisp London air. The sound of Tom’s boots shuffling against the gravel towards indicated he had followed suit. Letting a shaky breath of air escape your mouth, you attempted to calm yourself.

“What is going on, (Y/N)?” Tom groaned, exasperated, leaning against the railing.

“What do you mean what is going on, Tom?” you hissed. “Honestly, you must take me for a fucking fool to think I don’t know you fucked that girl and a lineup of other girls.”

“Been with other girls? What are we? Dating all of a sudden?” he squinted, becoming defensive. Your heart broke slightly as you heard the words out loud. “You know what? I might be throwing my weight around with a few girls here and there, but at least I’m not making up a fuckin’ fairy tale in my head.”

You froze, his words feeling like a slap to the face. You knew yourself and Tom didn’t talk 24/7, yet, you thought you were worth most than these putrid words he spat. Your lack of response only allowed him more time to spill venomous words back into your face.

“What do you want me to say, (Y/N), huh? Do you want me to lie and tell you how much I love you? How much I care for you? Is that really what you want?”

Enough was enough.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” you bit back. Hastily, you pushed the tears that fell down your face as you, annoyed that you were crying over him. Yet, you couldn’t help but laugh in a sinister way at Tom’s lack of response.

“Do you wanna know something, Holland? Maybe I did love you and yeah, maybe sometimes I would look at you and see my whole universe. But don’t you, for one second, dare lie to my face and tell me that you didn’t care.”

Tom rubbed his face in irritation and anger. Although his heart yearned for him to yell, scream at the top of his lungs over and over again; I was lying, I care for you, I love you. Something; anything. His mind refused it; disabling his mouth from opening. It remained staying shut tight. His head bowed, blinking away tears which filled his eyes.

“Get out,” you whispered into the wind, your voice cracking. Tom looked up, his eyes attempting to catch yours. His mouth opened, ready to form some type of apology, but he didn’t. You were met with silence again. “Leave. I don’t want to see you here, Tom. Never again.”

Nothing Tom was experiencing would ever compare to the way your heart felt in that moment. It was as if your delicate heart had been ripped from your chest then smashed and battered into a million pieces before your very eyes. You were vulnerable; unable to look at him. His presence alone made you want to throw up. Your gaze was fixed out towards the flickering street light.

“I gave you everything,” you confessed, trembling in defeat. “I guess everything was never enough for you.”

With one last inhalation, you pushed the balcony door open, indicating for Tom to leave. Quietly, he passed you, not uttering a word. For you, that wasn’t even the worst part. You couldn’t fathom that not once did he turn to look back or even bother to say goodbye. 

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Daddy

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pairings: klaus mikaelson x reader; kol mikaelson x reader.

warnings: fingering, oral sex (female receiving), sex, teasing, swearing; NSFW +18.

A/N: writing this challenged me a lot, so the feedback is really really important. i want to know if y’all enjoyed this. :)

word count: 3664

A loud music was jittering within the place, making people dance and cheer, excited. As for me, I was more than happy to watch it from afar, playing with my cranberry vodka, not knowing exactly why I had come to this party when I was clearly not in the mood for it.

“Why the sad face, doll?” The bartender asked, leaning in the counter top, analysing my traits closely. “Didn’t you date arrive yet?”

“I didn’t come with a date, Ben.” I rolled my eyes, gulping down the pink liquid and feeling it burn down my throat. “I came to forget one, actually.”

“Oh.”

“That’s okay, just keep the alcohol coming and I’ll be fine.”

A week earlier, Elena Gilbert, also known as my best friend, told me there was going to be this party. And, considering I had just broken up things with Klaus, yes, I did date the infamous hybrid, I rushed to accept her offer. I needed to drown myself in booze and maybe meet someone knew. It wasn’t fair what he had done, ditching me to go New Orleans for some rumour, then stating he needed to stay there for an unknown amount of time, which would make our relationship hard to maintain. All of it during a bloody phone call.

I huffed, noticing the anger spreading quickly through my veins. No, I wouldn’t be moping about a guy who did not even had the guts to break up with me in person. I slammed down three shots of tequila and trudged to the dance floor, finding the brunette already there, swaying her hips against Damon’s, both of them looking incredibly happy.

The tune playing on the background was unknown to me, but I started to dance anyway, flashing the couple an amused grin. They were so deep inside their talk that I wasn’t noticed at all. By them, of course, because it took exactly two minutes for me to sense a pair of hands landing on my waistline. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was, for I had already seen him coming in.

“You’re too damn beautiful to be dancing all by yourself, Y/N.”

“Aren’t you afraid your brother will dagger your arse for dancing with his former girl?” I shot back, a hoarse laugh echoing in my ear afterwards, pushing me to chuckle too.

“You said it right: former girl.”

He spun me around, forcing me to link my arms around his neck to find balance, his sneaky hands never leaving my body. It was so typical of Kol to pull those stuff; I knew he was merely joking, but sometimes it just got to my nerves. Especially when he wore that cocky smirk, directing me glances that he shouldn’t.

Urgh.

“What do you want?”

“I’m okay, thank you.” He playfully winked, locking me on his arms, swinging us out of sync with the loud electronic music that was filling the room. “Just wanted to check up on you, considering you and Klaus broke up…”

“I’m fine, Kol. So what if your stupid, pathetic brother left me? I’m better off without him.”

“Yes, I can see how “fine” you are.” A tired sigh fell from my lips as I lied my head down on his chest, not wanting to let my perfect mask break down. Not here, at least. “Please don’t cry, okay? You know I have a soft spot for you and I would hate to see you crying…”

“I’m just confused… Why did he leave me? Am I not pretty? Not interesting enough?” I muttered lowly, knowing he was more than able to hear my confession. “I know I shouldn’t have let myself get so attached…”

“If you want to know my opinion, Klaus was pretty damn stupid to leave you. You’re perfect. In every way. If you had chosen me to be your partner… I would never let you slip through my hands.”

“You’re so adorable, Kol.” Perking up my eyes, I found Kol smiling gently at me, which brought up an urge to touch his face. I cupped his cheeks, our eyesights boring into one another for a split second before I looked away. I couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t bring that lovable man to this mess that is my life. “Would do me a sweet favour?”

“Yes, of course. Anything you want.”

“Take me home.”

“Right now?” His brows were scrunched together, in confusion. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. One hundred percent sure.”

“Alright then, let’s go.”

“Come on!”

I intertwined my fingers on his, pushing through the crowd to get to the front door, finally exiting that place, meeting an empty, cold street outside. It had been a horrible idea and I was glad I would be home in a few minutes, slipping into my pajamas, watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S whilst drowning myself in ice cream. Self loathing too, if I were to be honest.

The brown haired man remained silent while I guided him to where I had parked my white sedan, which was not very far from the pub at all. Once there, I unlocked the vehicle, throwing him the keys afterwards and then taking the passenger’s seat, slamming the door shut. He joined me a second after, turning the car on; however, Kol didn’t start driving, instead, he directed me a suggestive look. It appeared to me that the Mikaelson was confused with something.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“If it isn’t Klaus related, be my guest.”

He chuckled, his right hand resting carelessly on my leg. Even though it wasn’t a malicious action, it made me tense up, licking my lips, which suddenly went dry, and quirking an eyebrow. His touch made a fuzzy feeling spread quickly through my form, but, hey, it should be the tequila making me feel things that weren’t really there.

“Never mind, then.”

“Oh, Kol, I was just joking.” A shy smirk curled the tips of my mouth. “Ask what you want to know.”

“Why did you chose him?”

“To be honest, I have no idea.” I shrugged, beholding the view outside, noticing myself slightly embarrassed. “I guess it’s one of those cheesy destiny things, you know? He was in the right place at the right time.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I get it. It’s awful.”

“No. I just didn’t see my brother being in this sort of relationship.”

“Klaus is complicated person.” Kol nodded whilst skilfully taking the car from its spot and going to the path that would lead to my place. “But again, I am it too, so we kind of made a great pair together.”

“I’m sorry things didn’t work out.”

Despite his voice sounding apologetic, his facial expression remained intact. His pink lips in a straight line and eyes locked on the road ahead. He was clearly upset by what I had stated previously. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

Ever since we met, I was fully aware that Kol had feelings for me, which pushed me into being extra careful to not lead him on, because unrequited love sucks and I didn’t want to put him, nor me, in that position.

I leant back on my cushioned seat, shaking my head to snap my mind out of these thoughts. It was a lot better for both of us if I just kept pretending I was oblivious to how he felt about me.

Yes, a lot better.

It was almost 11 P.M. when we finally arrived at my street, the light lamps poorly enlightening the sidewalks and the rail towards my house. Within two minutes, Kol parked my BMW underneath a tall tree, which was swinging to a light breeze.

I gazed at him with curiosity, smiling once I spotted the mischievous smirk lying on his lips. We walked out of the car, both leaning against the door and facing the entrance of my home.

“Here we are, home sweet home!”

“Yes, and thank you for doing this.”

“No, it was nothing. I think you know how much I like you and-”

“Sh.” Placing one finger on his lips, I cut him off, not wanting to hear his declaration. I was never someone who enjoyed breaking people’s hearts, let alone the ones that belonged to people I had affections for. “Don’t say anything.”

“But you need to know!” He murmured, wrapping his hand on my wrist, carefully pushing it away. “I want you to know.”

“Kol…”

Then, before I could say something else, the chocolate eyed man crashed his mouth on mine. His hands cupping my face while its thumbs massaged my cheekbones. It all happened so fast, I was still in shock when he pulled away, glaring at me in expectation. Yet, I was not able to come up with anything, I just stood there, eyes widened, mouth gaped open. A complete mess.

“What the hell is that?” A masculine voice, soaked in anger, broke the built up silence, startling me and Kol up. “Come on! Explain it!”

“Klaus? What the hell are you doing here?”

“I came here to talk to you, to make it up for my mistake, but I clearly see that you have already replaced me.” The blond haired man snarled, moving sternly towards the other one, however, afore he reached his objective, I quickly stood in between them, my hand splayed on the hybrid’s chest. “My brother, Y/N? Really?”

“Here is definitely not the place for this conversation.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I gave Kol a pleading look, silently asking him to leave us alone, I would have to deal with this. Matter fact, I think I was the only one who could fix it. Yet, once I saw the sadness within his irises when he nodded, disappearing in the shadows, my heart shattered. Fuck. I hated all of this.

“Well, I’m waiting for an explanation.”

“You don’t actually deserve one, you know. You left me, exchanged my love for power.”

“That’s not true.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Directing him an annoyed glare, I started to fumble through the stuff that was in my purse, trying to find the keys to my house. All I wanted now was a shot of whiskey. Seemed appropriate to the occasion, for no amount of ice cream would do any good to me. I was way too mad.

“I never meant to-”

“Save it, Klaus.” I rolled my eyes, getting inside my place and seeing him following me, like he used to do when we got home late from parties. The tall brown coloured door was closed in an instant. “Do tell me what you from me though.”

“I don’t want anything from you.” Klaus stated, gripping my hips and pinning me against a wall, his breath hitting my face, making me suddenly nervous. “I just want you.”

“This is not fair.”

“Since when do I play fair?”

“I hate you.” A strangled laugh fell from my lips as I wounded my arms around his neck, glueing our bodies together. “I hate that you make me want you even when I’m mad at you. When I’m broken because of you.”

“I love you, Y/N, and I’m so sorry for being stupid. For leaving when I should have stayed. Now I know my place is by your side only.” His blue eyes were glassy with tears, which drove me to smash my lips against his in a clumsy kiss. It was merely a peck, but it caused my heart to skip a beat. “You’re so fucking perfect, I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you.”

“Okay, listen to me, this is the first and the last time I buying your crap, alright? Don’t blew it, otherwise… Well, Kol seems a pretty good choice to me.”

He gazed at me in disbelief, like I had said something that didn’t belong to this world. After a second or so, Klaus exhaled, pushing me further against the wall, his grip tightening around my skin while he pressed his lips against mine fervently. I tangled my digits on his hair, pulling it as I gasped into the kiss, feeling my entire form warming up.

“I’m going to show you that I am a much better fit for you than my lovely brother.”

“Yeah, I would like to see you try.”

That appeared to have lighted a fire inside my ex-not-so-ex boyfriend, who, in a blink of an eye, tore my short dress into shreds, tossing it on the floor. He was quick to wrap his mouth around my right nipple, his tongue swirling on it, making me bite my lip to avoid extra noisy sounds.

“No. Stop that.”

“Stop what, Nik?”

“Stop biting that God damned lip! I want to hear every single loud sound you make. Each moan. Each gasp. No hold backs.”

“Oh, but my neighbors won’t like that so much.”

“Like I care about what your neighbors think.”

A giggle escaped while I observed with excitement as Klaus knelt in front of me, rapidly starting to play with my knickers’ waistband. He licked his lips, dragging them across the skin of my inner thigh, his nose slightly nudging my core. Oh, fuck, I had forgotten how much he enjoyed teasing me. Doing everything at leisure just to see me writhing underneath him, begging for more.

Leaving behind my thighs, his mouth reached my lower belly, scattering a whole bunch of sloppy kisses across it. The tension was starting to get uncomfortable, which was why I rolled my hips. I needed some sort of friction, but I didn’t see him doing something any time soon. It was driving me to get frustrated, yet, all he did was laugh at my failed attempts. After that, Klaus yanked one of my legs, placing it on his shoulder, displaying my clothed entrance to him like it was an open buffet.  

“Apparently someone is eager today.” He muttered, finally pushing my black piece of underwear to the left side, revealing to my partner the place he was needed the most. “That’s a sight I have missed.”

“Don’t say things like that.” I commented, shaking my head whilst crinkling my nose. “It makes me embarrassed.”

“I don’t buy it.” Upon experiencing two of his long slim fingers being shoved inside me, I hissed, buckling forwards to grind on it. A loud whine slipped through my lips, filling the room. “You were never the shy type, love.”

Klaus curled his digits, bobbing them up and down my slit, driving me to throw my head back, moaning his name. In two months apart, I was longing to be touched like that again; he had a unique away with his hands that I didn’t fully comprehended but enjoyed either way. However, despite it being incredible, nothing was better than the silky touch of his tongue against the small bundle of nerves in the centre of my legs, kitten licking it.

“Oh, damn…”  

The string of curses that slipped from me only made him more excited, going at such a fast stride that made my mind go all dizzy. I quickly stuck my hands on his curls, pulling his face closer to me, like I was trying to make us one. I wasn’t holding the steering wheel of my actions any more, my instinct was ruling over everything.

Nonetheless, a few moments later, when the knot was about to come undone, he pulled away, his fingers slightly glistening whilst a naughty smirk lied on his plump lips. The action forced a thwarted grunt to rumble on my chest; I was so damn close!

“Come on, kitten, do you really think I would let you go that easily?” His thumb poked my nub and I whined, narrowing my eyes at him. “I told you I am going to make you see how much better I am.”

“Fuck you, Klaus.” The frustration was practically dripping from my voice, which provoked him to laugh as he helped me to stand up straight again. It wasn’t long for me to turn my back to him, walking to my room. “What are you planning, exactly?”

“Oh, darling, I’m going to fuck you.” He whispered, placing a kiss on my shoulder, humming against my skin. “Until you forget your own name.”

“Is that so?” I teased back, grinning and leaning back on his clothed chest. “I can’t say I haven’t missed that.”

“I know you did. Just as much as I was dying to bury myself on you.”

He snorted, leaning in to suck a love bite on my neck then blow hot air on the region, which erupted a mewl alongside a couple of shudders. I could feel the heat grow in the centre of my legs and a dull ache spread, pushing me to rotate my hips, squeezing my thighs to relieve it.

Completely out of the blue, Klaus squeezed me further against the white wall, stealing a surprised gasp from me. After that, he roughly kicked off both his trousers and briefs, his already hardened length hitting my backside with a clap.

“As it appears, darling, it isn’t just me who’s way over excited.”

“It’s no secret what that pussy of yours does to me, Y/N.” I chewed my bottom lip, gazing at him through the corner of my eye, feeling his large hands grasping each of side of my hips, applying a light pressure to it as his cock playfully rubbed my entrance, its tip pulsating against my folds. “And it’s no secret that he has missed you.”

“That’s such-” Afore I could finish my sentence, Klaus sheathed himself inside me with one sharp thrust, making us both groan loudly due to the intimate contact. Fuck, I had missed this so much! “Not fair, Niklaus.”

“Of course it is, sweetheart.”

Sighing, I gave up on the argument, choosing to enjoy the moment instead. He swiftly rose his stride to a faster level, going so fast that I could bet the noisy sound of his skin clapping against mine could be heard outside. My girlish moans as well. However, by this point, I couldn’t care less about my stupid neighbors. So what if they hear me having sex, right?

The blond haired man, fueled by my gentle sighs, snuck a hand to my clit, not hesitating to rub it rough, the tip of his fingers digging the soft flesh. I screwed my eyes shut, for my eyelids were too heavy to stay open, and rolled my hips, deepening the penetration. Under the sensation of my latter action, he grunted, muffling a raspy sound on the crook of my neck.

“Do you like that, love?” Klaus quizzed, intensifying his touch, earning a loud, filled with pleasure, moan from me. “I’ll take that as an yes.”

“Nik…” I purred, pushing my lower half back to meet with his in a heat shock. “I want to look at you when I cum.”

“Well, darling, I don’t know if that’s possible.”

“Do you want me to beg, is that it? Please, please, daddy.”

“Don’t use that voice on me. Nor that word, princess.” His tepid touch slided to the end of my back, eliciting loads of shivers to spread across my form. “You know I can’t resist it.”

“That’s exactly my point, Nik.”

Surrendering to my request, he pulled out, backing away so I could turn. Once I did so, what I found was a handsome looking man staring at me hungrily like I was the last piece of candy on Earth and all he wanted was to get a taste from it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful all naked to me.” He glided his tongue on his lower lip, locking it between his teeth while wrapping his hands on my boobs, squeezing it delicately, his thumbs stroking my peaks. “Call me daddy again.”

“Do you like it when I call you daddy?”

“Very much.” Nibbling on my earlobe, Klaus gripped the back of my thighs, lifting me like I weighed nothing. “Now… Would you do as asked, princess? Beg me to fuck you. Beg to be filled by me. Beg for me to do what you want me to do.”

“Oh, daddy, pretty please!” I cried, lacing my arms around his broad shoulders, wiggling within his embrace. “Help your baby girl ease the ache on her pussy, will you?”

“You make this sound so hot, love.”

“Well, thank you, sir.”

A smug smirk curled his lips as he lined himself up with my entrance, invading me again and not faltering to pound in and out rapidly, slamming me against the wall. He was using so much strength that I knew I would have bruises all over my body the following day.

I was already so close to orgasming that all it took to drive me over the edge was a couple of more hard thrusts, his masculine groans filling the room and the feel of his warm seed spurting inside of me. I broke down yelling his name whilst a blissful sensation spread across my form. It was like being engulfed by the calm waters of a river.

Calmly, a couple minutes later, he straightened myself on his lap and walked us to my bedroom, placing me on the silky mattress.

“So” Klaus queried breathlessly, sitting on the corner of my bed. “Was it enough to prove my point?”

“Fuck.” I mumbled, shaking my head and letting a tired laugh crawl out my lips. “I don’t know. I’m still numb.”

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“Yes, it is, Niklaus.”

“What happened to daddy? Have you lost your manners?”

“That only works when you’re making me cum, not afterwards.”

Klaus was fast to take a place above me, placed in between my legs. His mouth inches away from my own, allowing me to catch the scent of his breath.

“Then I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

“I guess you’ll have.”

With smile, he kissed me again and I knew, by the way Nik was handling things, this was far from over.

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Labyrinth

This is probably really bad because I don’t usually write this kinda stuff, especially not well, and as you have probably realised by now I suck at finding that fine line between “genuine” and “overused”. I also just felt like writing some angst and then didn’t even properly get into it.

Second Chance AU, set around the same time as “Back to Back” or maybe a bit after it?

Characters: Marvin, Jackie

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: nothing much? Pre-slash/pining in case that’s not your cup of tea.

Marvin hums lazily, nuzzling his cheek deeper into his pillow. He's warm and comfortable, barely awake and not wanting to get up anytime soon anyway. He can feel the weight of Jackie's arm around his waist and the tickling of his breaths on his neck. He hums again, pushing his back more up against Jackie's chest, and Jackie kisses his neck in response. There's a small chuckle, fingers trailing up and down his side, and he's so awfully comfortable he never wants this to end.

"G'morning," Jackie mumbles, kissing Marvin's neck again, and Marvin sighs happily.

He's about to say it back, but his mouth runs dry and his tongue is refusing to cooperate, and not in the nervous way. He literally can't speak, and his chest heaves in panic. He jolts forward, tearing Jackie's arms from around himself, but when he turns and his eyes snap open he freezes. He doesn't see Jackie or a dimly lit, familiar bedroom. Instead he's sitting on the very edge of the couch he's been sleeping on for the past month or so, staring wide-eyed into the pitch black of the living room.

He shivers violently as he gasps for breaths. It was a dream. Only a dream. Well, more like nightmare, really. He's been having these stupid dreams...nightmares...whatevers every other night for a while now. They're always about mundane, normal things, but in every one him and Jackie are kissing or sharing a bed or flirting or just generally doing things that couples do. They're getting seriously annoying.

Marvin doesn't want any of these stupid feelings, thank you very much. He's already scared of the many horrible outcomes of letting Jackie this close to himself (as a friend, mind you) could have, he doesn't need a damn crush to top it all off.

He slides off the couch and finds his slippers. He needs to get up and move around, he needs to get some fresh air to clear his head. He doesn't bother pulling a hoodie over his pyjamas, nor with putting shoes on despite it being mid-December and the temperature outside being approximately "cold as balls".

He stumbles out of the apartment and makes his way to the roof without using his magic to teleport. He's too distracted for that right now, he'd probably end up in a wall or some shit if he tried. So he takes the elevator like some boring, normal person.

The cold outside cuts right to his bones, but he doesn't care. He barely notices, really. He walks to the very edge of the roof and leans his elbows on the railing, ignoring how painful the cold metal is against his skin through his shirt. He stares out over the night-time city but without actually seeing.

His thoughts are too loud and he wants them gone, he wants them all gone, his feelings as well. Right now he'd rather have no feelings at all than the ones settling so painfully in his chest. He has growing romantic feelings for his best friend, that much is clear even if it's a huge cliché. Villain is saved and reformed by a hero, they become best friends and then said villain falls in love with the hero. That sounds stupid, even in his thoughts. Complicated, too, and his life is already messy enough without stupid feelings fucking everything up even further.

He doesn't even want to think about his chances, because they're probably nonexistent. Not even because he's analysing Jackie's behaviour so much, he isn’t, but because in his life nothing ever has gone his way, at least before he's met Jackie. So why would he get lucky now?

It's hopeless. He's hopeless. For now, at least. He doesn't know what to do about his feelings and about the annoying dreams they spark, he doesn't know how to make the urge to kiss Jackie disappear every time they cuddle up together or hug. He's lost, and in the middle of the night while he’s freezing to death is definitely not the time that will help him with answers.

The fresh, cold air feels nice in his lungs, but his body is protesting heavily against the temperature. Every inch of his skin is covered in goosebumps and he has to resist the urge to step back from the cold guardrail and wrap his arms around himself. He can feel himself starting to tremble. He curses himself for that too. He's supposed to be used to being cold by now, he's spent so many nights in not-quite-suitable places and without thick clothing. He's supposed to handle this way better, but he doesn't. He's just too weak, isn't he?

He doesn't flinch, he's too tired and melancholic, when he hears a voice coming from behind him.

"Marvin!"

Marvin doesn't even look up, he doesn't move at all in fact, as Jackie rushes to his side. He only spares him a glance and then goes back to staring out at the city. He's happy to see Jackie, sure, but what does it matter anyway?

"You scared me," Jackie breathes, and Marvin only realises now that he seems anxious. "I got up for a glass of water and you were just...gone," he takes a deep breath, then runs a hand through his hair, shakes his head and laughs. "Sorry. I...I worry too easily."

"'S fine," Marvin mutters. "Sorry I scared you."

Jackie just shrugs, more interested in the fact that Marvin is hanging out on the roof in the middle of the night. "Why are you out here anyway? Without proper clothes as well," his face falls as it clicks for him and he finally notices that Marvin is shaking. He tentatively wraps an arm around his shoulders, and when he doesn't move away he properly hugs him from behind without puliing him away from the railing, laying his head down on his shoulder. Marvin refuses to admit to himself how nice it feels, because he could have sworn that he's awake yet this feels more like one of his stupid dreams again.

"I just...needed to clear my head," Marvin sighs, forcing himself not to lean into Jackie too much.

"You could totally do that without freezing to death," his voice holds no resentment and he chuckles at the end, hoping that Marvin will too. He doesn't. "I'm sorry, you know I worry too easily," he closes his eyes and presses his cheek into Marvin's cold neck. Maybe it's just the cold (no, it isn't), but it feels so good to have him this close. "I always think about the worst and...I don't know what I'd do with myself if you got hurt," his voice chokes up and he stops talking. He hasn't been having the most wonderful night either, but Marvin doesn't have to know that.

Marvin sighs as he feels Jackie's arms tighten around his stomach. Maybe he isn't the only one who really needs the comfort tonight. He finally pries a hand off the railing and holds onto one of Jackie's arms instead.

"I'm alright."

That's all Jackie really seems to need, because he nods against Marvin's shoulder and breathes deeply. But Marvin is still shivering against him, and Jackie is starting to too, and finally he remembers that they're standing outside in their pyjamas in the middle of a winter night.

"Can we go back inside now?" Jackie asks quietly, and Marvin doesn't say anything, but he lets go of the railing with his other hand too. From that alone Jackie understands his answer, and he unwinds his arms from around him to allow him to move properly. "Come on."

The short walk back to Jackie's apartment (their apartment, as Jackie calls it) is silent. Jackie would love to talk, whether about nothings or about what's got either of them so upset, but Marvin seems to retreat into his shell as soon as they start to walk, and Jackie decides to leave him to his thoughts for now.

Jackie kicks his shoes off as soon as he can (because he was actually smart enough to put shoes on), and Marvin hesitates for a moment before doing the same to his slippers. Once he does, Jackie pulls him into a hug gently, burying his face into his shoulder. They're both still so cold.

"Hey," Jackie whispers, so quiet that Marvin can barely hear him. He rests a hand between Marvin's shoulder blades and rubs little circles against his shirt with his thumb, and he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I'll always be here for you. Please remember that. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Marvin laughs a small, breathy laugh, and he isn't even entirely sure why. "Where did that come from?"

"Nowhere, I..." Jackie swallows and it's so clear that he's lying. "I just wanted to make sure you knew that."

"Oh," he bites his lip, and suddenly there's some stupid lump in his throat that he definitely did not ask for. He wants to say it back, he wants to tell Jackie how much he cares about him and that he will be here forever too, as long as he wants him to, but...he's scared. He's too damn scared. He's scared of it not being true, he's scared to believe Jackie, he's scared of his own stupid feelings, he's just scared.

And Jackie understands that. "It's okay," he squeezes Marvin closer to his chest. "You don't have to say anything."

So Marvin doesn't.