#but also jesus christ how am i still surprised at how tight this man manages to wear his pants

[kindahoping4forever]

Backstage @ The 5SOS Show Tour Philadelphia

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Surprise, handsome!

Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

Summary: You surprise Sebastian for his birthday

Cw: porn with slight plot, smut, fluff, oral (m receiving), p n v, praise, use of slut once, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cockwarming

It’s babygirl’s birthday which means I must express how much I would whore myself out for him. Also I just realized that his birthday is also my uncle’s anniversary. Written on my phone and not proofread so all mistakes are my own.

Sebastian was really upset that we wouldn’t be able to celebrate his birthday together because of filming the new marvel movie. At least that’s what he thought.

I was not about to let my man be alone in some hotel for his birthday. So instead I flew out to where he was filming and managed to get into his room with help from the reception. I changed into his favourite set of lingerie and laid out on the bed waiting for him.

Eventually, I heard the click of the hotel door and his few steps it took to get to the bed before stopping dead in his tracks.

“Surprise!” I sing.

“W-..I- baby what are you doing here!?” He asked dropping his bag and climbing on top of me. “Couldn’t let my handsome man be alone for his birthday” I say softly as my hand cups his face. He smashed his lips onto mine, immediately licking his way into my mouth. I let him devour me and I kiss him back just as passionately. My hands find their way into his soft brown hair and tug him closer. He groans and begins to kiss down my neck.

“I missed you so much” he breathes in between sucking deep purple marks into my neck.

“Missed you too Seb…wanna show you how much” I tug at his shirt before he pulls it off along with his pants. Once he’s in nothing but his boxers I flip us so I’m on top. I kiss his lips fiercely then trail kisses all along his body down to the elastic of his boxers.

I snap the elastic against him with my teeth before pulling them down and off. His cock is hard and already leaking with precum. I kiss the tip lightly before licking a strip up the shaft following a vein. Sebastian moans, “baby don’t tease! It’s my birthday” he whines. “You’re right, sorry handsome” I giggle and take as much of him in my mouth as possible. His breath hitches as he holds himself back from bucking up. I bob my head up and down on his perfect cock while he grunts and groans in pleasure.

“So fucking sexy sucking my cock like that” Sebastian says lowly. I moan around him at the praise and use my free hand to play with his balls. He moans louder. “O-oh ffuck baby you’re gonna make me cum” I pull off, still stroking him at a fast pace. “Cum for me Seb, cum in my mouth please” I beg before returning to suck his cock. I feel him twitch and he lets out a guttural moan as I taste his sweetness. I swallow all he has to offer and pull off licking his cock clean.

Sebastian pulls me up and kisses me, moaning at the taste of himself on my tongue.

He flips us over again so he is back on top. His hand slides down my body and dips into my panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet doll, this all for me?” He smirks bringing my arousal up to my clit rubbing circles. I moan nodding, “yes, s’all for you Seb you make me so w-“ I’m cut off by the gasp that escapes me as he easily slides two fingers into my dripping hole.

He begins thrusting them in and out while still circling my clit. I moan and hump his hand as he fucks me on his fingers. With his pace it and how turned on I am from sucking his cock, it doesn’t take me long to reach my orgasm.

“Fuck mm Seb, gonna cum!” I moan out but before I can he pulls out. I whine at the loss of my orgasm before he is positioning himself between my legs. “The only thing you’re gonna cum on tonight is my cock” he rasps as he thrust fully into me in one go. I let out a shriek of pleasure that Sebastian swallows with his mouth, kissing me and he begins to slowly rock into me.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight, such a perfect pussy.” He groans in my ear. My hands find his muscular back, marking him as I drag my nails down. Sebastian growls at the slight pain but still thrust slowly. “Harder. Please” I beg bucking up to meet his thrust.

“Yeah, you want it harder?” He asks but before I can answer he flips me on my front, grabbing both my hands behind my back. My face falls on the pillows as he thrust back in. “My little slut wants it harder. I’ll give her harder.” He growls then fucks into me at an unrelenting speed. I cry out, muffled by the pillows, as tears stream down my face.

“I can feel you clenching around me, you gonna cum doll? Gonna cum for me?” Sebastian asks as he lets go of my hand moving to rub my clit in tight circles. “Ohhh gonna cum, gonna cum please!” I beg.

“Let go cum on my cock baby”

That’s all it took for my orgasm to come crashing down on me in waves. My vision turned white as I let out a silent scream. Sebastian fucks me through my high prolonging my pleasure.

I feel his thrust speed up again as he chased his own high. “Squeezing me so tight, you want me to cum in this pretty little pussy huh?” He asks through rabid breaths. I can tell he’s close by how his dick is throbbing inside of me. “Please cum in me Seb want your cum please” I beg him knowing that’s all he needs to topple over the edge. As the words left my lips he stills and empties himself into me before falling gently on top of me.

He rolls onto his side taking me with him but not pulling out. We lay there for a few moments catching our breaths and coming back down to earth.

“Happy birthday handsome” I whisper into the sex scented air.

Sebastian nuzzles into my neck laying soft kisses there. “Thank you doll” he whispers back.

“Wanna stay in you tonight. Please?” He asks, he’s voice muffled by my neck. I hum an agreement in response, too tired to form a proper sentence.

“I love you” he murmurs, sleep taking over him as well.

“I love you too handsome.” I mutter back before falling into a peaceful sleep wrapped in my lovers arms.

I’m actually so proud of myself for cranking this out all in one day and not too late. Anyways hope you enjoyed!

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: Pepsi Raspberry

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader/you

Warnings: There's a fight and Reader's ex left her with some issues, but nothing super traumatic. Frankie is super cute (and a little needy). I just threw this together on a slow day at work, apologies in advance for errors.

Summary: You fight with Frankie. That's it that's the plot.

A/N: This was honestly supposed to be a piece about feminism and female independence in a relationship but I can't be trusted around Frankie, he totally bippity-boppity-booped me into forgivance. Dickhead. Also I struggled for two and a half hours with the title and that's why it's shit. I hate titles.

Words: 2,416

A loud noise wakes you up, your heart missing a beat. For a moment, you're completely still in bed, scared out of your mind. That was definitely the sound of the front door opening and closing, and someone crashing into a chair. You're as stiff as a board, your first thought being that this is it, this is how you'll die, by the hand of a home invader who's probably going to assault you first and then kill you, or maybe kidnap you and do god knows what to you…

You hear cursing and as you recognize the voice you also realize that if someone wanted to break in, they'd probably at least try to be stealthy about it.

"Frankie?" You mean for it to be a call but it's just a breathless whimper. You wet your lips, finding your mouth too dry.

Heavy, staggering footsteps bring the unknown visitor to the bedroom door and you reach out to turn on your bedside lamp. Blinking blearily towards the soft light is indeed Frankie, a sheepish smile on his face.

"The hell are you doing?" Your fright-induced stiffness leaving your body, you sit up in bed and glare at your boyfriend who was supposed to sleep at his own place tonight after his night out with the boys. His eyes are unfocused and his face shiny, and it's clearly been a good night. You glance at the nightstand, where the red light diodes of the clock tell you that the time is barely three am.

“Sorry, baby. Did I wake ya? There was… there was a chair in the entry. Did you move a chair? There never was a chair there before. Stubbed my toe.”

He limps over to the bed, trying to look as sober as possible while unbuttoning his shirt – “trying” being the operative word, as he’s clearly lost control of his fine motoric skills. He ends up pulling the flannel over his head, but it gets stuck, and he topples over his side of the bed. You draw back a little, wrinkling your nose. He smells of stale beer and cigarettes and moreover: he was supposed to go home. You had both agreed that you'd spend Saturday night apart for once, him catching up with his friends, you with yours, and he'd go home where he could spend Sunday nursing his hangover while you got some cleaning done in your apartment.

“What you are doing here?” you demand again, anger replacing fear. “Can I send you to the shower or will you drown?”

“I’m not a good swimmer,” Frankie acknowledges ruefully as he clumsily rolls over in bed and attempts the next step of getting undressed: undoing his fly and getting his tight jeans off. “Here, baby, gimme a hand, you’re so good at this…” “You deal with it yourself,” you say sternly, in no mood to help. The whole idea of spending one night apart was to get a good night’s sleep – something you rarely get in the same bed as Frankie as both of you are usually too voracious for each other to think about sleep – and for you not to have to worry about a hung-over boyfriend the following morning. On top of that, you’re furious with him for scaring the shit out of you by stumbling in at three in the morning. You almost regret giving him a key but then again: if he didn’t have one it could have been even worse, he could have gone full on Stanley Kowalski outside your window.

“Ah, baby, c’mon… Don’t be like that. Help an old man out.”

Frankie tilts his head up and looks at you with imploring eyes, upside down from you. Half of him is hanging outside the bed and the rest is slipping off, and he looks like he might fall asleep any second. You might as well help him before he goes limp and ends up on the floor.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter and crawl over to his side of the bed before climbing out. As you bend over to pick up his legs and lift them onto the mattress, Frankie manages to slap your ass.

“Baby. Hey, baby. Let’s have sex.”

“Not gonna happen.”

You unzip his jeans and yank them down carelessly, pulling Frankie down the bed in the process.

“Whoa, wild thing,” he murmurs thickly, his eyes falling shut. “Careful of the joystick, you don’ wanna damage that or you won’ be able to fly anymore…”

You don’t bother with an answer, he’s not going to remember it anyway. You help him off with the t-shirt as well and when you’re about to tuck him in, he grabs you by your wrist with a move much quicker than you had thought him capable of in his state. He pulls you down over him, the other hand squeezing your ass.

“Sex,” he mumbles. “Love you, baby, and I wanna be in you fo���eva.”

You try to avoid the smelly, wet kisses that he keeps pressing to your neck and shoulder. While you can appreciate him being horny for you in any situation, you’re still mad about him being here at all.

“You need sleep and I want it,” you tell him as you squirm out of his hold. Returning to your side of bed, you ignore the puppy eyes look he gives you as you turn off the lights.

“Not sleepy,” Frankie protests weakly before he’s out cold. He starts to snore loudly and you sigh in exasperation.

You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.

You barely sleep for the remainder of the night and when you finally give up and get out of bed, you're in a pissy mood. Not even two cups of coffee and the fancy bread rolls you bought at the bakery yesterday to treat yourself this Sunday morning make you feel better. You down a painkiller to combat the beginnings of the headache you feel creeping up on you before starting on your chore list. The clearing of the closets in the hall is the first task and you get to it, trying to find some satisfaction in the fact that you're getting your things in order.

As the hours pass by, you do your best to work around the tasks on your list that would generate noise, such as vacuuming. You may be pissed at Frankie but you're decent enough to let him sleep for a little while longer. However, you finally face the fact that if you're to get everything done in time for you to actually enjoy the rest of your day off and open that novel you've been dying to read, you're going to have to start the vacuum cleaer. If Frankie wanted to sleep until three pm he should have gone home.

When you turn off the vacuum cleaner, you hear Frankie groan in the bedroom.

“Babe?”

You're not really in the mood to talk to him but you go check on him, just in case he needs help to get to the bathroom. Nursing his hangover is the last thing you want to do today but you also don't want to clean up vomit.

He looks like a wreck with his hair standing out in every direction where it's not plastered to his skull, puffy eyes, and pale face.

“Morning.” Your tone is short but he doesn't seem to notice. He grunts and rubs his forehead with one hand, the other reaching out of bed towards you.

“C'mere. I wanna cuddle.”

“You smell,” you shake your head. “Get up already, I want to change the sheets.”

He groans again and retracts his arm, draping it over his forehead.

“One more minute. Or hour. It's so early and my head is killing me.”

“Not my problem, Frankie.”

Frowning, he looks at you, clearly bothered by the sunlight washing the room in light. You don't offer any explanations.

“Is there coffee?” he asks eventually.

“No.”

“Can you make some?”

“Make it yourself.”

He blinks at you, surprised.

“What's wrong, baby?”

You go to the other side of the bed, grab the pillow and start to take off the pillowcase.

“Just get out of bed. I have shit to do.”

Frankie sits up slowly, his head clearly bothering him when he moves from a horizontal recline to a vertical seat. He takes a moment, eyes closed and hand on his bare, soft stomach, before looking up at you.

“What's up with you?”

There's a hint of accusation in his voice and that does it for you. You slam down the pillow onto the bed and cross your arms in front of your chest as you glare at him.

“You scared the shit out of me last night, Frankie! I thought I was being burglared!”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” he mumbles, his apology meaning nothing to you because you can clearly see that he doesn't understand the terror you felt last night.

“We agreed that we'd spend the night apart, what the hell did you come here for and ruin my sleep and my morning?” you demand, raising your voice a little despite yourself. Frankie hates yelling. “Did you think I'd take care of you, tip-toe around you all day, serve you coffee in bed and junk food on the couch while you get to feel sorry for drinking too much?”

“What, no, what are you – “ Frankie seems utterly confused, the state of him most likely partly to blame. “Can you please keep your voice down?”

You pull at the duvet, stuck partly underneath him. “Move.”

“Jesus...” he mutters as he slowly gets out of bed. He stands still for a moment as if to recalibrate as he adjusts his boxers, before sluggishly dragging himself to the bathroom. You strip the bed and as soon as Frankie's out of the bathroom and heading into the kitchen, you take the sheets to the washing-machine and start it. And just because you're feeling like a bitch, you throw Frankie's clothes out of the bedroom, letting them land on the floor, before vacuuming.

When you're stowing away the vacuum cleaner into the cleaning closet, Frankie confronts you. He's now dressed but that doesn't help his half-dead appearance.

“Why are you being like this?” He's still struggling to understand you. It's typical Frankie: he always tries to talk about things, bring clarity into every issue.

“Like what? What am I like?"” You're being a brat, you know, but you have no desire to be an adult right now. Frankie really doesn't seem to understand: the frown seems permanently etched into his face and he looks so different from his usual soft, easy-going self.

“Mean. You're being mean!” The last word comes out harshly and you can tell Frankie's losing his customary cool.

“So when I have plans to spend a day apart from you and be my own person, I'm being mean?” you spit. He looks at you like you're suddenly speaking in a foreign language.

“What are you even talking about?” The exasperation is plain to see, and it somehow makes you even angrier.

“This isn't your mama's bed and breakfast that you can just check into whenever you feel like it, Frankie!”

“Fuck,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can't deal with this right now.” He pulls out his phone. “I'm getting an Uber.”

“Good!” you quip. “Fuck off home, like you should've done at three in the fucking morning!”

Without waiting for a reply, you stomp into the bedroom and slam the door. A few seconds later, you hear the front door slam as well.

[+++]

Sorry I showed up unannounced in the middle of the night. I just missed you. Didn’t want to go home and sleep without you. Call me, okay? I Love you.

You stare at the text message and feel bad, no, not bad: really fucking awful. It took you a few hours to calm down; hours that you spent playing angry music while finishing your list of chores. Afterwards, you didn’t feel that satisfying sense of accomplishment you usually experience after a good cleaning. Your head still hurt, so you went to your newly made bed which smelled fresh and nice even with the spread on top. You slept until late afternoon and woke up by the beep signaling the text.

You’re conflicted. The fact that he missed you is so sweet but there’s something about the statement that annoys you. He’s a grown-ass man, for chrissakes, and he should be able to be without his girlfriend for one single fucking night. And then guilting you into calling him with I-love-you’s and his fragile feelings? Fuck that noise.

And still. You know what Frankie’s like: physical, devoted, kind. He’s not like anyone you’ve ever been with. Not like your last boyfriend, who would pull shit like this all the time: show up at your place at all hours of the day (or night) whenever he wanted something from you. Sex. Comfort. Sympathy. Who would text and call you all the time when you were out with friends because he couldn’t find his way to the fridge without your help.

Reluctantly, you hit the speed dial button to Frankie, and he picks up almost immediately, saying your name with barely contained urgency.

“Hi,” you say quietly.

“Hi. You okay?” Such a Frankie thing to do, make sure you’re okay after a fight where, technically, he’s the injured party.

“Not really. You?”

“I’ve had worse.”

“You mean the hangover or this morning?”

You hear the smile in his voice. “Both, but I meant the hangover.”

You exhale in an amused little sniff.

“I’m sorry, Frankie. Do you… wanna come over?”

“I’d love to. Have you eaten?”

“No.”

“Neither have I. I’ll pick something up. Burgers from that place you like?”

Your stomach rumbles at the mention of burgers but you’re more concerned with the sudden tears that rise in your eyes. Oh, Frankie.

“That would be great,” you manage, wiping at your eyes. Get a fucking grip!

“Parmesan fries?” he queries, but all he gets from you is a sob. “Baby?”

“I love you,” you sniffle. “You’re the best.”

“Aww, babe. I love you, too.”

You draw a deep breath to calm down, a little embarrassed at your emotional outburst. It’s not like you, but it’s been a weird day.

“You still there?” he asks.

“Sure.”

“Pepsi Raspberry for you?”

You start crying.

[putflowersinmyhair-callmepretty]

Dove (Finan x Reader)

A/N: I wanted to challenge myself and writing a short smut seemed about right. Hope you enjoy it, baci baci. Cate. WORDS: 2341 Warnings: Lot of fluff, smut smut smut: oral, dom!Finan, just a lot of love making :)

18+ only please

“For the love of God, Sithric, stay still!” Y/N screamed, turning his head to make him look straight ahead. He was sitting on a block of wood and she was standing behind him, comb and knife in her hands. Traveling with men is never easy but is even worse if the men in question are warriors. Y/N, however, had grown used to them and most of the time she enjoyed her time. An exception being that particular day. While riding in the wild, she had noticed that the warriors’ hairs had grown out of control and kept falling on their eyes, frustrating them; therefore, when they had stopped to rest for the day, she had forced Sithric down on the block of wood, deaf to his protests. He was the one with the wildest hair, thin as feather but dense. It was hard to cut it with the unsharpened blade of her dagger, and, as if that wasn’t enough, Sithric was acting like a child and he could not sit still. “If you don’t stop moving, I swear to God, I will cut your throat. I swear on your gods, even.” she hissed and he laughed chugging a cup of ale “I apologize my Lady” he sang, turning around to send her a wink “I’m positive that the gods would love the bloodshed but I do love my pretty face where it is, right over my neck. Don’t you?” “I will make you the ugliest Dane alive, Sithric. Do not provoke me” she mumbled and cut a big strand of his dark hair, Sithric screamed outraged. Meanwhile Finan was enjoying the view, resting under the shadow of the old oak. Y/N heard him laugh and turned around to shot him an amused look “I wouldn’t laugh if I were you, Irishman. You’re next.” Sithric’s hair turned out good, the left side of his head completely shaven, the right full of long, untangled curls that she had cut irregularly until the middle of his neck. She had also braided a strand between the two section, adding the jewellery she had so often seen on Vikings and he had smiled at her gratefully; she knew how much his culture meant to him and she did want him to honour his people, how he could. She was now cutting his beard, who had grown to long for his fresh features; she did not know exactly his age, but she was sure he looked younger that he really was. “You look very handsome, Sithric” she then said, patting his cheek “Your wife’s a lucky woman” “You know you’re always welcome in our bed, Y/N” She laughed and winked at him “I’ll keep that in mind” “Oy! I’m still here, ye know?!” Finan shouted and stood up; with two long strides, he was behind the woman and wrapped his strong arms around her full hips. He buried his face in her neck and growled, high enough for Sithric to hear “I do not like to share.” Y/N blushed, still not used to this part of Finan. They had been companions and friends for years and Y/N had been in love with him since the first day, suffering for her unreciprocated love. What she did not know was that Finan was just as deeply in love with her. And so they fought and tried to find other lovers, and cried and shouted until their friends, sick and tired of their behaviour, forced them to face each other and their reciprocated feelings. Again, they had screamed and fought as always until Finan had crashed his lips against hers. They had made love then and there for the first time and had finally found each other. They were still discovering each other, but Y/N had soon found out that Finan was a very affectionate man, always touching her as he could, and she loved it. She shivered, when he kissed her softly just under her jaw and she raised a hand to graze her nail through his beard. “Very well” Sithric interrupted their flirting “It’s my cue to go, thanks for the cut Y/N.” “Anytime” she mumbled at short of breath, and she spun in her lover’s arms smiling at his cheeky smirk and he patted her bum, making her squeal embarrassed and sneak out of his embrace.

He tried to catch her again, but she stepped away quickly, laughing. “Behave, Finan. And sit down, let me cut your hair.” Finan’s hair had grown a lot in the last year and she liked how it framed his strong masculine face, softening his features. He was the most handsome man in England, she was sure of it, and the more she fell in love with his personality, the more handsome he became for her and the harder it was for her to refrain to kiss him and touch him and make love to him. She placed herself between his legs, not caring about invading his personal space, wanting to be as close as possible to him. He didn’t seem to mind, though, quite the opposite: he smiled widely, looking up to her, and put his large hands on her waist, squeezing jokingly her flesh. “Hi, dove.” “Hello to you, handsome.” She was watching him with a piercing gaze, chewing hardly her bottom lip and he freed it with his thumb. She smiled sweetly recognizing his hungry gaze. “I really like your hair, I just want it to be neater.” She mumbled and scratched his beard again, drawing a deep animal growl out of his throat “and I certainly like your beard.” “I know that.” He said, squeezing her hips “You like how it feels on your skin” his long fingers caressed her inner tight, over the soft leather of her trousers “Especially here. Don’t you, dove?” “Shut your mouth” she growled with a little smile on her full lips, blush spreading from the neckline of her red vest, which was actually Finan’s vest. “Kiss me than and I shall be quiet.” She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t let him stew for long; she lowered her mouth on his and he immediately opened his lips in a deeper, more intimate kiss. He caressed her tongue with his and she moaned, before capturing his lips between her teeth. “Sweet, Jesus Christ” he mumbled, breaking the kiss just for the time necessary to catch his breath and grip the back of her tights, guiding her to straddle him. With a hand on her back, he pushed her against his groin and she moaned loudly, feeling how hard he had already become. She put her hands around his neck, pushed with her thumbs on his chin to raise his face and kissed him harder, then pulled away abruptly. He pouted and leaned for another kiss but she pushed him away laughing; defeated, he dropped his forehead on her chest “You kill me, woman.” he murmured against her skin, biting lightly her collarbone; she scratched his neck with her nails, under the hem of his green vest and he groaned “Lord, cut my hair. Now.” and here he was, his dominant side finally bursting through his controlled behaviour. She had already met that part of him, which he hid remarkable well on normal days, and she adored it. Not only he looked ferally handsome, but he also made her feel desirable as no one had ever before. Moreover, living as a warrior, the chances letting herself go and be at the complete mercy of another human being were slim to none and Finan helped her discover that she liked to be pushed, now toughly now kindly, to her limits. “Do as I said, Y/N. Ye know I don’t like to wait.” “Yes, my lord.” she obeyed swiftly, standing up and positioning her body once again between his knees. It wasn’t the best way to cut hair, standing in front of him, partly because she wasn’t free to move, partly because his eager gaze made her hands shake. However, she managed to shave the sides of his head and even his beard before dawn. “All done.” she whispered lowly, dropping comb and knife in his open hand. He smiled sweetly, brushing his knuckle on the apple of her cheek “Good girl” he pinched her skin lightly “Ye hungry?” Of you, Finan “Not at all.” “Good, we’re skipping dinner.” Thanks God they hadn’t wear they armour that day; stripping out of all that chain and leather was always hard, boring and ridiculous. Most of the time, they ended laughing, all their energy drained out. But that particular day, they were only wearing their vests and trousers and, as soon as they entered their shared tent, Finan took of his green vest. “Sweet god!” Y/N exclaimed, never used to his magnificent body, and Finan laughed, pulling her against his naked chest “Just me here, dove. Am I not enough?” She run her fingers through the soft hair on his pecs “ ‘M not complaining, am I?” His cold hands dipped under her vest and found her hardened nipple that he twisted harshly making her moan loudly, for the surprise and the pleasure “Seems like ye enjoying it, actually” her vest dropped on the floor and just moments later he lifted her from the ground and dropped her on their bed. It was not the widest nor the softer, but Y/N couldn’t care less, she just wanted Finan. To keep kissing her and to finally push himself inside her. He was in no rush, though, and slowly bit and kissed and licked every inch of her scarred skin “Beautiful creature, ye are. Can’t get enough of ye” he mumbled, removing her trousers. “I don’t want you to” she breathed out and he shot her his sweetest, happiest smile before burying his face between her tight with a low, feral growl. The deep strokes of his tongue on the most intimate part of her body clouded her mind and tighten her stomach; she gripped and pulled his hair, screaming his name when he dipped a finger inside her. At some point, the pleasure became too much, and she closed her eyes ready to reach the peak of her pleasure, but she knew he wouldn’t let her cum so easily. As she expected, he stopped and stood on his knees, watching her with a wide, glistening smirk “Ye a’right there, dove?” She groaned frustrated and found in herself the strength to pull him on his back and crawl over him. He got comfortable on the furs, letting her hungrily strip him out of his trousers. When he was finally naked, she shot him a shy look, asking for permission; he pushed his thumb through her agape full lips and moaned loudly when she swirled her tongue against it, sucking lightly. “Ye want to taste me, dear?” she nodded eagerly “Go for it, then” He was big to the point that her lips painfully stretched around him; it was a sweet pain, though, and she moaned, trying to take him as deeper as possible, to the point that she could not breath anymore. “Oy!” Finan pulled her hair harshly and she found herself face to face with the warrior “Ye have to breath, understood?” She nodded quickly and he gripped her face “Words, Y/N.” “Yes, lord.” He patted her cheek lightly “Good girl. On yer back now, I want to be with ye” he ordered, but didn’t let her time to obey, slapping her bum harshly, making her scream in pleasure, and spinning around, so that she laid where he was before and he stood above her on his knees; she couldn’t even catch her breath before he sunk inside her, slowly. They both moaned and Finan leant down to kiss her deeply, her hand wandering down to his full arse; she dipped her fingers in his flesh and guided him to push deeper inside her, until their body became one. And when the man of her life bit down on the skin of her shoulder, she came with a loud scream of his name and he followed her soon after, murmuring her name in a low pray. They had fallen asleep when the moon was already high in the sky. Finan didn’t sleep for long, though, and soon he found himself wide awake, lost in his thoughts. She was deep in her sleep, mouth slightly open. He watched her until the sun started rising, too scare to touch her, not wanting to wake his beautiful woman, who he knew was a light sleeper. It was what the life of a warrior does to you, it strips you of many things, one being a good night of sleep. Finan had always found it hard, but now that Y/N slept next to him, his nightmare were gone. She had had more trouble than him to adjust to the new situation, but now she slept well too, without screams nor cries. And she slept for long, profoundly, until the sun was up in the sky. He decided to run his finger on every feature of her lovely face, until the caresses woke her up; with a slow fluttering of eyelashes and lazy smile “You all right, Fin?” “Good morning, dove. It’s well past noon.” She slipped closer to him, wrapping her leg around his hips, her hands on his chest, and she closed her eyes again, shivering against the warm of his body “No worries. Did you sleep well?” “I did, but not for long.” “How so?” she murmured against his jaw, curling her lips in a lazy kiss. “Too excited to sleep.” “Why’s that?” “ ‘Cause I can’t wait to marry ye.” She opened her eyes again, now fully awake “Are we getting marry?” He smiled down at her sweetly, completely enamoured “If ye want me, I’d love to wife ye.” “Well, thank you for asking.” she joked, pinching his nipple lightly, then she straddle him with the happiest, widest smile on her red lips “Guess I’ll marry you, Finan the Agile.”

[bby01boi]

Nightmares can come true

Fandom: 911 (TV)

Relationship: Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley/ Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash/Athena Grant

Characters: Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley, Christopher Diaz, Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash, Howard ‘Chimney’ Han, Henrietta ‘Hen’ Wilson and Athena Grant

Summary: Buck has a horrifying nightmare that becomes real life.

As the truck arrived on the scene the 118 was met with a giant apartment building fire, almost every window had smoke coming out of it "Ok guys gear up and get ready to go in!" Bobby shouts before going to talk to the person in charge.

After everyone is ready Bobby comes back with his wife Athena by is side "You boys be careful in there" she holds Buck and Eddie's shoulders but gives Buck's an extra squeeze "Ok, let's go!" Bobby shouts and they all run into the building, the entrance is engulfed in flames it's all a blur for Buck after that.

The next thing he knows they're all outside "Cap, there's someone still in there!" Eddie yells pointing to a window on the fourth floor, when Buck looked he could just notice someone's hand "You can't go back in there" Bobby tried to reason but Eddie wasn't having it, he ran past everyone and towards the entrance and then everything slowed down for Buck, he watched as the building exploded engulfing Eddie in flames, Buck's eyes widened with horror as he watched the love of his life burn to death.

"Eddie!" Buck screams as he wakes up in a cold sweat, he checks his surroundings only to find himself still in his apartment "not again" he groans, this is the fifth time he's had that dream, he sighs before getting up "might as well get ready for work" he walk towards the bathroom and starts the shower.

He exits the bathroom dressed in his uniform and drying is his hair "Hey Buck!" A voice shouts causing Buck to jump ten feet in the air "Jesus Christ!" Buck yells in surprise before removing towel over his head to see Christopher and Eddie sitting there smiling at him, he can't help but smile back "what are you doing here?" He asks the two Diaz's "Christopher thought it was a good idea that we three should go out for breakfast before work" Eddie answered and Christopher nodded his head "sounds great, let's go" Buck smiles  then picks up Christopher and starts tickling him as they exit Buck's apartment.

"Then the rabbit puts its paw on her mouth" Christopher laughed as he finished his story "That is funny" Buck chuckled while ruffling the kid's hair "c'mon you two we've gotta drop this little munchkin off before he's late" Eddie giggled as he pinched Christopher's cheek "the munchkin better get moving before the tickle monster arrives" Buck chuckles while wriggling his fingers Christopher screams in joy and quickly hurries to Eddie's car with Buck not far behind, Eddie laughs as he watches his two favourite boys laugh and scream with joy.

After they dropped Christopher off at school Eddie drove him and Buck to the station "thanks for breakfast today" Buck said putting his arm around Eddie's shoulder "anytime" Eddie smiles at Buck before they both walk up the stairs and join the others "where were you two? Ya missed breakfast" Chimney asks pointing his thumb towards the kitchen "Christopher and I took Buck out for breakfast" Eddie replied sitting on the couch next to Buck "That's cute, I bet Christopher had a great time" Hen said as she walked up the stairs "I think he's had so many attacks from the tickle monster he'll be giggling all day" Eddie giggled himself "careful there the tickle monster also goes for adults" Buck warned wiggling his fingers "don't you dare" Eddie chuckles "speaking of Christopher, he's got show and tell tomorrow and wants you to come" Eddie tells Buck who nods "tell him I'd be happy to go" then the alarm rang and they're off to a call.

They arrive at a nice neighbourhood to see a huge crowd at the park "move aside LAFD" Bobby tells everyone and they part to make a path for them, Hen and Chimney notice someone laying on the floor and rush to them "he's been stabbed Cap, but the knife isn't in there anymore" Hen says while treating the patient and looking for the knife "does anyone know where the knife went?" Bobby asked everyone there but before they could reply a man shouted "right here!" And threw the knife towards Eddie.

Either out of adrenaline or pure luck Buck caught the knife before it could impale Eddie's chest, everyone was frozen with shock until the police arrived and the attacker tried to run for it but Bobby tackled him to the ground "are you okay?" Eddie asked Buck who was still frozen in shock and holding the knife "am I okay?! Are you okay?!" Buck yelled before dropping the sharp object and checking to make sure Eddie didn't get a single scratch on him "I'm fine, that was some good catching though" Eddie smiled and patted Buck on the shoulder and soon they were heading back to the station.

Hours had gone by and calls had been answered it was almost the end of the shift when one last alarm rang, the team groaned before getting up and getting ready. On the way there Eddie's phone rings "hey bud" he says into the phone "yeah I know, we have one more job and then Buck and I will be home for movie night" Buck looked at Eddie when he said his name "okay we'll see you soon, I love you too" Eddie then put his phone away "so which movie are we watching tonight?" Buck asked smiling happily "Tangled" they both laughed remembering the last movie night they had with Christopher.

Eventually they arrived on the scene, when Buck exited the truck he was met with an apartment building on fire, Buck dropped his helmet in shock it looks just like the one in his dream "hey, you okay?!" Chimney yelled over all the noise "yeah, I'm fine!" Buck yelled back as he picked up his helmet. "Ok guys gear up and get ready to go in!" Bobby shouts before going to talk to the person in charge. 'This is all just a coincidence, there is no way my dream is coming to life' Buck thought as he checked his surroundings and the building but then Bobby came back with Athena at his side.

"You boys be careful in there" she holds their shoulders giving Buck the extra squeeze, he's kinda starting to freak out but the others will probably tell him he's being silly or paranoid so he doesn't let it show "ok, let's go!" Bobby shouts and then they're all running into the building, like always the entrance is engulfed in flames.

It was all a blur to Buck right now they're all outside when Eddie suddenly shouts "Cap, there's still someone in there!" And suddenly Buck can't hold in the panic anymore his stomach plummets to the ground and his breathe shallows, he doesn't need to look to know that someone is waving at the window "you can't go back in there!" Bobby tried to reason, Eddie tried to run past but Buck was ready this time, he managed to grab onto the oxygen tank but Eddie undid the straps and continued on "Eddie stop!" Buck screamed panic is heard in his voice as he drops the tank and bolts after Eddie. Buck tackled him to the ground, shielding Eddie with his own body just as the building exploded.

Buck woke up to someone calling his name and shaking him gently, his body felt like he was ran over by the fire truck, he groaned before opening his eyes to see Chimney and Hen kneeling over him "Eddie" Buck croaked out trying to sit up but Hen gently pushed him back down "he's fine, Bobby is talking to him just over there" she pointed off to Buck's right "Mkay" Buck mumbled tiredly "hey, hey, hey, don't go to sleep on us" Chimney shook him a little "I'm trying not to" Buck mumbled blinking rapidly every now and then "nothings broken, just a few cuts and bruises, how are you feeling, Buck?" Hen asks helping Buck sit up "like I got ran over by the fire truck" Hen and Chimney chuckle before they help Buck stand up.

"Buck!" Eddie yelled as he ran over and hugged Buck tightly it hurt like hell but Buck didn't care as long as Eddie was alive, Buck gripped him back just as tight as tears sprang to Buck's eyes "shh, it's okay, I'm okay, we're okay" Eddie whispered into Buck's ear while rubbing his back "you died" Buck whined gripping tighter, the others looked at him confused "Eddie is alive Buck" Hen said confused while pointing to the said man, Buck shook his head "in my dream, he died every time"

Hot tears leaked from Buck's eyes "you had dreams like this?" Eddie asked confused as he wiped Buck's tears, Buck shook his head again "everything is the same, the blazing entrance, you seeing someone waving in the window and then disobeying Bobby, I've watched you be burned alive five times" Buck hiccups throughout his explanation "well this time you saved me" Eddie says softly then kisses Buck's forehead "I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere" Buck chuckles before pulling Eddie in for a kiss "thank you" he whispers after.

The next day at Christopher's school it was show and tell "okay Christopher, it's your turn" the teacher says, Christopher grabs Buck's hand and walks to the front of the room "this is my Buck" said man was looking at Eddie in shock 'I'M HIS SHOW AND TELL!' Buck thinks to himself before zoning back into Christopher's speech "he has saved me from a tsunami with a bad leg, he always lets me win at video games, he makes my dad happy and just last night he saved my dad from an explosion, this is my Buck and my other dad" Christopher finishes with a big smile, Buck was about to cry "alright that's it, you're being too cute" Buck giggled before grabbing Christopher and tickling him "the tickle monster returns!" Eddie laughs as he watches his two favourite boys laugh and scream in joy.

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

It is I the same anon, I just cannot help myself. I love your sex pollen/fairy dust/tavern Clyde idea!! I can see Clyde being very sweet and protective but also at the same time very turned on and battling with himself to be a gentleman lol!!

Your man-at-arms Clyde wanting to make some wages to marry reader and getting injured 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺 Oh Clyde!! I just know you will elevate this story with all the feels and tenderness. And yes to the big tub!! I hope there is some lavender bath salts or something to make his hair all floofy and smell nice hahahaa 😆 Clyde deserves all the loving.

I'm so glad you like it! <3

It turned out to be a long boi, not a surprise for me, and I still have quite a bit to go.

But here's a fun little snippet because I can't help myself:

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“Get out.” – he tried a stern, commanding voice, dropping all your discarded garments to punctuate his order.

“Get in.” – you mimicked his tone and continued bobbing around in the water.

After some useless grunts and empty threats, Clyde realized there was no reasoning with you in this state and you had him exactly where you wanted him – stripping down to his unmentionables and wading into the water to pull you out by force.

“How are ya not freezin’?” – he asked, teeth chattering instantly as cold water stabbed painfully through his body.

“It’s marvelous, you just have to give in to it.” – you hummed, finding his rigid arm in the water and pulling him close.

It had to be the fairy wine keeping you warm, or at least giving you the illusion you were warm. But for how long, he wondered with a coil of dread twisting in his stomach.

While he was busy thinking of your temperature, you wrapped your arms around him and pushed yourself close, your buoyant chest bobbing right under his chin.

“Oh, Lord Jesus Christ in Heaven, help me.” – Clyde moaned out a little prayer and shut his eyes tight, like not seeing your face and chest did anything when you arms were wrapped around his neck and body pressed up close.

You giggled at how hard he was fighting against something so simple and natural. – “I thought you would be having a better time.” – you mused, legs wrapping around his waist and locking at the ankles behind him, one hand lazily running through his damp hair.

With his eyes still shut tight like you were a monster under his bed, he huffed. – “I have never been happier, if that means anything, but I am also terrified. This ain’t right.” – he tried again to reach past the magic playing with your senses, to you.

“I think it is.” – you shrugged and planted a kiss right on his full, trembling lips. It was easy with his eyes closed. You felt his whole body jolt from the contact, like a whip cracked at his backside. He groaned, vibrating against your mouth, as you left a few quick pecks on his bluish-tinted lips and pulled back a little.

“See, ya can’t do that.” – he warned and it was the exact wrong thing to say. A part of him felt he knew that by now, but he was still compelled to say it and see if you would do it again.

The only resistance he could offer, lacking the strength of character and mobility of body to pull away, was to at least not give into your nips and your insistent tongue prodding to be let in, as much as his blood might be boiling from it.

When you slackened your hold again, Clyde deftly managed to spring free of you limbs and body, backing away towards the shore. – “That was the last one.” – he said deliberately this time, knowing exactly what effect that had on you.

You lurched forward again, ready to kiss on him until he either drowned or his resolve was broken, but the oddest thing happened.

Cold water splashed right across your face, like a sharp slap and it momentarily made you sober up. You looked at Clyde indignantly and his face and posture told you he was prepared to do it again if necessary.

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You just know the man-at-arms is gonna be peak angst and hurt/comfort, which I'm pretty Clyde's blood type <3

I can't wait to get to that one and hop right in that tub!

Thank you so so much for your kindness and enthusiasm about these stories, it means everything to me <3 You have made my day twice in a row and I can never repay you <3

[elldell1204]

Tented - Matt Casey x Reader

Anonymous: yesterday’s fic was amazing! may I request casey x fem reader on going on a trip together? maybe you could include some smut? thanks xx

Thanks so much for the request! I am getting them all and am working my way through. 🥰 So, I started writing this and then realised that I had read a fic with a similar concept to mine by @shelswrites​ so definitely go check out their’s here! ❤️ I don’t know whether to apologise or not for the smut that is in this, but there is definitely a lack of hot Casey smut on the internet, so I’m here to do my bit to fix that, even if that does mean I’m going to hell 😊😜 Enjoy! 😉

Warning: VERY NSFW, pure smut and swearing ;)

wc - 2,787

(Also, 😍😍😍 ⬇️⬇️)

“Easy, Matt.” You scolded, throwing your arms out to grab onto anything you could find, hoping and praying that whatever you did wouldn’t get in the way of his driving, not that you cared when he was going fifty round a bend.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I know what I’m doing. I drove the truck for three years before I became lieutenant, so a car is like that with training wheels.” He chuckled, a sound that twinkled in your ears to calm the racing of your heart. It was only semi-successful.

“I’ll remind you of that when we end up at the bottom of a cliff.” You huffed, trying to stop a smile spreading across your face to prove a point.

You had absolutely no idea where you were going. When you and Matt had gotten home from shift last night, he said that he had sorted out a surprise holiday for you both and shoved you in the car. He hadn’t even let you pack your own suitcase or look in the trunk. You sat for approximately a half hour before he re-emerged from your apartment building, the only thing in his hand being the blindfold you preferred to use in the bedroom, only it was now being used to keep you in the dark about where you were driving. ‘Yep, definitely prefer it in the bedroom.’ You thought.

Now, around forty-five minutes and several wrong guesses later, you were slightly frustrated, mildly travel sick and pulling up to your destination.

“We’re here.” Matt smiled, which you couldn’t see but could hear in his voice, which automatically brightened you up and returned you to the cheery and excited state you were in when you first started on your journey.

“Am I taking this off?” You gestured to the blindfold.

“Mmm…not yet.” He hesitated, and the next time he spoke he was close enough that his breath fanned over your ear and his hand was gently brushing your thigh. “You do look really hot in it right now. Reminds me of the other night.”

You visibly shivered, a heat flowing to your core at the thoughts that now flooded your mind. You released a shaky breath as Matt pulled back, opening the car door and stepping out.

“Jesus Christ.” You breathed to yourself. The things that man could do to you.

The sound of your door opening startled you, but the warmth of the hand that grasped yours calmed you immensely, and you chuckled. The warmth of the air hit your skin as you stepped out, a change from the air-conditioned interior of the car. Matt guided you along what felt like grass under your toes, stopping after about twenty feet.

“Surprise, baby.” He whispered in your ear as he carefully untied the blindfold. It took a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the light, but as soon as they did, you were astounded by the view. A glistening lake stretched before you, cut off by an emerald forest on the other side as the golden streams of light from the sun cascaded over the tops as it set. Different layers overlapped where the ground was higher in places, offering endless opportunities for long walks and hikes. To your right was a clearing with picnic benches and spots for tents to be set up, only one of them currently in use.

You turned your head to the side to face Matt, a smile brightly illuminating your features and he couldn’t be happier at the sight.

“Oh Matt…” You sighed happily, reaching up a hand to cup his face. “This is gorgeous.”

“I’m happy you like it.” He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and peppering sweet kisses up your neck. You hummed in content, fluttering your eyes closed to savour the moment.

“Is this because I told you I had never been camping before the other night?” You murmured.

“Mhmm.” He confirmed. “My dad used to bring me and Christie here when we were little, and I loved it, so I wanted to share it with you.”

“Well thank you.”

“We should probably get set up before the sun sets fully.” He said, and you nodded, turning and walking beside him back to the car to help out.

Matt practically put up the tent himself, since you just felt you were getting in the way as you didn’t have much experience, not that he minded; he was in his element. You instead decided to get acquainted with your temporary neighbours. They were on the opposite side of the row to you, about ten yards down, with you being at the closest to the water and them being the furthest. They were sat in a couple of camping chairs in front of their campfire, smiling and waving as you made your way over. Mr and Mrs Miller were a lovely couple, a couple of generations older than you but still very lively. You got to know them relatively well in the fifteen minutes you spoke to them, telling them about your jobs as firefighters and how it was your first camping trip. They told you about their grandkids, how they liked to travel to different campsites around the country now that they were both retired, and even offered for you and Matt to join them if you so wished. Matt came over once he was done with the tent, joining in the conversation before you bid farewell to go and unpack what was left from the car and get something to eat.

“So, do we have to piss in a circle around the tent now?” You asked Matt half-jokingly after swallowing the last bite of your sandwich that he had packed for you both. You were sat beside each other on the grass, looking out to the lake, the sun very low behind the trees. The Millers had gone to bed an hour ago, so you were the only people in sight for at least a mile.

“What?” He burst out laughing at your unexpected question, as you had previously been sat in comfortable silence.

“You know, to keep the bears away.” You shrugged, chuckling along.

Matt placed a hand on your knee as he came down from his laughing fit. “No, Y/N, there aren’t any bears around here, so we’re good. Although, be my guest if you really want to.”

“Oh, shut up.” You playfully shoved his shoulder as you smiled. “Do you have anything planned for tonight then?”

“Not really. We made it here quicker than I thought we would so I don’t have anything pre-planned. However,” Matt began to draw circles on your thigh with his thumb, leaning in closer to you, beginning to trail kisses down your neck, stopping at the junction of it to suck a hickey into your skin, painting it a sultry red that would shift hues as the days pass. “Christening the tent doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

You let out a breathy moan, melting into his touch like a candle to a flame, his skin leaving tingles wherever it touched yours. He moved a hand to your shoulder blade and gently lowered you down on the grass so that he was hovering over you, his hands roaming your body like yours were roaming his.

“As much as I’m enjoying this,” You managed to get out as Matt coaxed your t-shirt halfway up your torso. “I have a better idea.”

He stopped his ministrations and lifted his head to look at you quizzically. All you did in reply was give him a mischievous smile before sitting up, taking him with you, and standing. You began walking backwards towards the lake, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt to tease him before pulling it fully over your head and throwing it to the side. Matt’s eyes were glued to your body, seductively walking backwards with a heat in your step, as he stood, doing nothing but watching you, transfixed. By now you had begun unbuttoning your jeans, unzipping the fly and pushing them off your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. It wasn’t anything overly risqué (comfortable lilac cotton with lace trim on both of the matching pieces) but it practically had him drooling.

“Ever been skinny dipping, Matt?” You said, voice dripping with lust like nectar from a flower, your teasing head tilt making his pants become uncomfortably tight.

“Someone’s feeling daring.” He pointed out, his voice seemingly deeper than before.

You winked in reply, turning around before pulling down your panties, stepping out of them then unclasping your bra, pulling it off your shoulders and throwing it to the floor. Your nipples were already fully erect, and because it was a humid summer’s day, you knew it wasn’t due to any cold air. Now fully nude, you looked back over your shoulder to see Matt getting undressed himself, a slight sheen of sweat glistening on his bare chest in the dim light that shone through the trees. You couldn’t help but turn around and enjoy the show, him pushing down his pants and boxers in one, allowing his cock to spring free against his stomach, granting it its much-awaited freedom. He lifted his eyes to see you watching him, biting your lip, and suddenly all your thoughts of running to the water’s edge dissipated, being replaced with him taking you right there and then on the grass.

“I don’t know about you,” He said as he walked the ten feet distance to you. “But I don’t think I can wait till we’re in the water.”

He was right in front of you now, his skin just begging for your touch. All you could do was nod, your bottom lip still trapped by your teeth until he reached up his hand to your face, his thumb tugging your lip free. He then threaded the same hand into your hair, the other one wandering down to grab your ass as he leaned in. You slid one hand up his chest and the other down to wrap around his cock, then you met him halfway, locking your lips in a devilishly hot kiss. You were both heavily aroused already, your nipples pressing hard against his chest, his dick twitching as you ran your hand up and down it.

In seconds you were laid down on the floor, Matt hovering over the top of you as he his lips began to drift over your jaw, down your neck, and to your left breast. His breath was hot and the occasional moan left his lips, but he stayed on his quest. He sucked at your nipple harshly, eliciting a moan from you. He peered up from his spot on your chest, quirking an eyebrow.

“You need to stay quiet, babygirl.” He smirked.

You sighed in frustration. You loved letting him know vocally what he did to you, even though he could tell by the way you writhed and squirmed beneath him. He went back to your nipple, licking a stripe up it as his left hand rolled your other between his fingers, pinching harshly every now and then to make your blood rush to your centre. He lightly bit the one he had in his mouth, and you had to clamp your teeth down onto your bottom lip to stop yourself from groaning. He soothed it by swirling his tongue before moving onto your other breast, his right hand dancing down your side softly, caressing your hip, trailing further and further down until it met your hot, wet lips.

You gasped out as his finger drew circles around your clit, his lips tracing patterns with kisses down your torso on their way to meet his fingers. You bucked your hips into his hand, grinding your wetness against him, telling him that this was all for him, that he had done this to you. You felt his lips turn upwards into a smile against your hip, letting you know he understood, as his teeth nipped gently at the skin there.

He finally arrived at his destination, drawing back his fingers, leaving you whimpering at the loss of contact. He pushed your legs further apart, his warm breath fanning over your glistening lips as you began to squirm in anticipation of what was to come. He knew he was damn good at giving oral, as did you, and he loved to hear you and see you work yourself up before the act.

“Please, Matt, please, I-I need-“ You started to plead, only to be interrupted by his tongue flattening against your aching nub, running back and forth in long, slow strokes that caused your muscles to tense at each one, however hard you tried to relax.

“Holy fucking shit…” You breathed out, bringing a hand to your mouth to muffle the moans that were bound to come. His mouth vibrated against you as he chuckled at your response, but he didn’t stop. He sealed his lips around your clit, making your head spin, swirling his tongue around and around. You reached out your free hand to entangle your fingers into his golden strands, tugging gently at them, just how he liked it. He moaned against you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He continued to suck and lap at different spots to make to writhe beneath him, using his hands to pin your thighs down on either side of his head.

You felt your orgasm beginning to coil tighter and tighter in your stomach, and he seemed in no rush to get out of there, lavishing attention over every part of you, leaving nothing untouched. Sliding his hands underneath your ass, he pulled you further into him, filling his mouth with you as if he could never get enough.

“Matt, I’m…I’m close.” You panted, and he got the hint, removing his mouth with one last lick and moving back up to meet your lips once again. You could feel his hard on pressing against your core, teasing you whether it was intentional or not, as his tongue danced with yours and your lips fought in a battle to devour each other’s.

He was grinding against you now, just enough friction to make you beg for more but not enough to reach your high. He knew what he was doing, and he was enjoying it. Time for a taste of his own medicine.

You took his moment of weakness (in the form of a groan) to flip your bodies over, you now straddling him, lips still connected as you grinded down onto him. He was craving his release, as were you, and as much as you were relishing the moment, you gave in. You lifted your hips, wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock to line it up with your entrance before sinking down onto it, both of you releasing a guttural moan in unison, attempting to be as quiet as possible but failing pretty miserably. His hands were gripping your hips so hard they would probably leave bruises that would linger for days, reminding you of this night every time you looked in the mirror.

You tried to hold on, continue teasing him, but pure carnal pleasure took over, and soon you were raising your hips and slamming them back down, each motion causing a delicious bliss to flood your veins. Your movements quickened, both of you panting with how close you were to the brink of an orgasm, when Matt drove his hips up in time with you, the force at which he did making you lift a hand from where you were bracing yourself on his shoulder to your mouth, clamping it over it to muffle the scream you let free.

“Come with me, baby, I want to feel you clench around my cock.” Matt groaned, and you flew over the edge, hurtling into the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced, Matt joining you as you felt him release into you. You could’ve sworn you saw a galaxy of stars behind your eyelids as your legs shuddered with the force of your high, and as you lifted yourself off of Matt and collapsed next to him in a post-orgasmic daze, you took deep breaths of the fresh night air that enveloped you.

With some sense of reality restored, Matt placed an arm under your head, wrapping it around you to draw soothing circles on your shoulder as you both watch the real stars above your heads. You turned towards him to nuzzle into his neck, pressing lazy kissing along his pulse point as you enjoyed each other’s company, blind to the rest of the world, at least for a few minutes.

[justkeeptrekkin]

If you’re still doing ineffable husbands prompts??? Something with Crowley and being self conscious bout his eyes pls. It’s a weakness of mine lol

I had way too much fun writing this… I hope you enjoy!! Tagging my mate @mikudave, who also requested some snake Crowley. 

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“Crowley, dear, where are you hiding?”

Crowley cracks open one snake eye. Technically, he isn’t hiding. He had been napping, until Aziraphale’s sing-song voice woke him up. Naps are always significantly better when you can be a snake and curl up in some quiet nook somewhere. No bed required. No judgment. Because, unsurprisingly, people don’t tend to judge snakes that happen to be asleep behind a bookcase- they just scream and run away. 

Crowley pokes his snakehead around the edge of said bookcase and darts his tongue. He can taste Aziraphale’s cologne in the air. Out of sight, somewhere in the room, Aziraphale sighs wearily, but affectionately. 

“Oh, come now, there’s no need for that. If you want to ignore me then don’t go to sleep in my bookshop.”

He stretches his head out further, and he sees him- stepping slowly into the room, looking about the place with a small smile and a twinkle in his eye. His neck craned backwards so he can gaze up into the light that pours through the glass dome above. Bathing in it like the day he was born- how all angels are born, in the light of God’s smile. 

All angels including Crowley, once upon a time. 

Crowley lets his snake eyes stare at him from afar, just for a moment longer. Then, he gathers his limited energy and slithers into view. He likes a good slither. Slithering is much more satisfying than walking, which involves using too many joints, and hips getting in the way. Just as he’s about to sneak up behind Aziraphale’s back, the angel turns and peers down. He sighs again, straightening his waist-coat thoughtlessly. 

“Oh there you are, my love.” Crowley’s cold blood warms at those words. He curls around Aziraphale’s leg like a vine, wrapping around his waist and coming to rest his head on his shoulder. Aziraphale peers over at him with narrowed eyes and raised brows, a furtive smile. “Where have you been, then? Scare any customers away?”

“Yesssssss. Jusssst a couple. One of them almost called animal control.”

“Wonderful. Hang on- actually,” Aziraphale double takes, planted on the spot now that he has a giant python wrapped around him. “Not all that wonderful, Crowley. I do very much appreciate that you’re- uhm-”

“Sssssstanding guard,” he supplies.

“Fine, standing guard, however you want to call it. I admit that it was getting exhausting miracling all the customers away, and I do love you for doing this, but- I don’t know how many times I can convince the RSPCA that ‘no, there’s no python here, everything’s just fine, tickety boo, nothing to worry about, officer, thank you very much, have a nice day’. And all that.”

The chastising look he’s getting from Aziraphale isn’t very intimidating- actually, it’s a bit comical, particularly with his face this close to Crowley’s. He can only see him with one eye, anyway- the other eye, on the other side of his snake head, is facing Aziraphale’s desk and surveying the half drunk bottle of whisky with interest. 

Thinking that perhaps he ought to give Aziraphale a chance to have a real conversation face to face, he makes a sussurating, serpentine sigh and takes his human form. By the time scales have become skin and the tail has become limbs, he’s still wrapped around Aziraphale, albeit with his feet on the ground. His arms are around Aziraphale’s waist, clinging. His face buried in the soft cashmere of his jacket. His breath hot on his face, trapped between the material and his lips. He lets himself hang there. 

Aziraphale feels like home. 

It makes Crowley angry sometimes, thinking of all the times he could have held him like this, felt like this. All the times he could have been braver and said those three simple words.

“Have you been sleeping all morning?” Aziraphale asks gently, rubbing his back.

“Sleepy,” he grumbles.

“Oh, dear.” The way Aziraphale says this is like he’s consoling a moody toddler. 

“S’fine. Just that it’s cold outside and your shop’s warm.”

“Mmm, yes. I turned the heating on the day before yesterday. Such strange weather we’re having at the moment. Do you know, British Gas rang me yesterday and tried to tell me that I haven’t been paying my bills. Can you believe it?”

Crowley snorts, lifts his head up and leans back from their embrace a little. Soft, but stern pale eyes scan over Crowley’s face. 

“What did you say?”

Aziraphale blinks at him. “Well, obviously I found my log books and gave them a thorough run down of my payments. As if I don’t keep track of my bills. Really.”

“Really,” he agrees with amusement.

There had, of course, been the time when Aziraphale had been visited by the Tax Man for being so suspiciously good at balancing his books. Truth is, he really is just that diligent. Crowley briefly feels sorry for the British Gas employee who must have been on the other end of that phone call- they must have had their ear talked off. Gotten a proper lecture, just like the Tax Man. And then, Crowley is bizarrely overwhelmed by how proud he is of Aziraphale for being so unceasingly irritating. 

This thought process is interrupted as Crowley registers the dreamy look on Aziraphale’s face. A sweet smile and pinched brows. 

“What is it,” he asks warily. Aziraphale’s soppy expressions usually indicate when Crowley’s unintentionally done something nice. Or romantic. 

Well, at least, it’s very rarely intentional.

“Nothing, my dear.” Aziraphale pats his chest with a coy smile. Implying it’s not nothing at all, and he’s about to expand any second- 

“It’s just,” the angel continues, gaze peering at him through his lashes. “You have such lovely eyes. Sometimes, it just catches me off guard.”

Of all the things for Aziraphale to say, he hadn’t expected that at all. 

And after all the years that the two of them have known each other, his compliments still make Crowley twitch. 

“Don’t be stupid,” he mutters. He hates how he sounds. 

And he loves that Aziraphale is unfazed by the sneer that’s most probably on his face right now.

“You do. They’re really, truly beautiful, my dear.”

“Stop it.”

“I am being totally serious.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re right.”

“Oh- I may be a bit daft at times, but I’m right about some things, and this is one of them.”

“God you’re- you’re insufferable-”

“You’re beautiful, Crowley-”

“Aziraphale.”

“Your eyes are golden like Autumn leaves-”

“Jesus. I’m- I am genuinely considering becoming a snake just to strangle you, you do realise that-?”

“Shining like distant suns-”

“I will leave you.”

“Do you not see that you have nice eyes, Crowley?”

“They’re fine. They’re eyes. Serve their purpose.”

“Yes but- they’re golden. They’re remarkable. Some would even say angelic.”

“Except they’re not, are they?”

The teasing smile on Aziraphale’s expression falls a little. The teasing tone in Crowley’s voice turns bitter. And Aziraphale’s hands hold onto the lapel of Crowley’s jacket. The gesture is strangely protective. 

“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry, Crowley. I hadn’t realised you were self-conscious,” Aziraphale says quietly. Just for them to hear, even though they’re alone in the bookshop.

And Crowley doesn’t look back, even though he feels Aziraphale’s eyes on him. He refuses to look back. Something in him makes him want to run away. He doesn’t- instead, he grinds his teeth and breathes loudly through his nose, staring at the pile of E. M. Forster books on the table adjacent. 

He could stand here silently and ignore that statement, or he could argue (and lose that battle, because there’s no use arguing with Aziraphale). Instead, he sighs. 

“They’re not angelic, though, are they. They’re the one thing about my form I can’t change. If I discorporate, I could have any other body, but I would still have these eyes.” And he thinks he’s finished, except he hasn’t, because the words tumble out of his mouth like he’s drunk. “Just- you know, a fun reminder of that little mistake I made, when I was young and reckless- and hung out with the wrong crowd, like any stupid kid does. A warning to everyone else that I’m wily. And bad and cruel and untrustworthy. Because, obviously, you know, people deserve to have their mistakes literally branded on them for the rest of eternity.”

And then he really is finished, so he swallows and sighs, turning his gaze to Aziraphale’s bow tie. It’s not tartan today, but it’s just as poncy. Meanwhile, Aziraphale is quiet. Like he’s been embarrassed into silence for putting his foot so thoroughly in it, Crowley thinks. 

But then, Aziraphale always manages to surprise Crowley, just a little. 

“I know just the thing.”

With one more comforting pat on Crowley’s chest, Aziraphale untangles himself and disappears behind some bookshelves. The shop feels almost frighteningly large- without Aziraphale’s close presence, without the tight nook of a bookshelf as a bed. Crowley peers over his shoulder to see him fussing, tutting to himself as he peruses a pile of dusty first editions. Moving one pile out of the way to make room for the next, bending down to find something in particular, it seems. 

“What you looking for, angel,” he asks, a little gruffly in his confusion.

Aziraphale doesn’t answer, which is his way of telling Crowley to be patient and bear with him. Eventually, he makes a pleased little hum, and pulls out a book from the bottom of the very last pile. 

Aziraphale twirls around theatrically to face Crowley, book open in one hand and the other clutching his chest. 

“Golden Eyes,” he announces, with his best thespian voice. “A poem by Laurence Hope.”

“No,” is all Crowley says in response. 

“Oh Amber Eyes, oh Golden Eyes! Oh Eyes so softly gay!”

“Christ.”

“Wherein swift fancies fall and rise, Grow dark and fade away!” Aziraphale begins to pace the room, book hand extended like he’s reading from a script. Like he’s one of Shakespeare’s actors, only, miraculously, even more ridiculous. “Eyes like a little limpid pool That holds a sunset sky, While on its surface, calm and cool, Blue water lilies lie-”

“You can stop now,” Crowley argues, a smile creeping up on him. 

Aziraphale seems to pick up on his amusement, because he bounds over with dramatically wide eyes, and is now, God help him, making whimsical hand gestures to accompany his performance. He’s enjoying this too much. “Oh Tender Eyes, oh Wistful Eyes, You smiled on me one day, And all my life, in glad surprise, Leapt up and pleaded ‘Stay!’ Ooh, now, hang on,” he interrupts himself, “let me just find my favourite bit…”

“You- don’t. You don’t have to.”

“I do, and I shall,” he replies primly, putting on his reading glasses and tilting his head upwards so he can read the pages a little better. “Ah! Here we are- are you ready?”

“No.”

“Ah laughing, ever-brilliant eyes, These things men may not know, But something in your radiance lies, That, centuries ago, Lit up my life in one wild blaze Of infinite desire To revel in your golden rays, Or in your light expire.”

And- yeah, alright, that is quite nice, Crowley thinks. Maybe he can put up with being serenaded every now and then, so long as he gets to roll his eyes and pretend he hates it. And Aziraphale’s bashfulness finally seems to catch up with him as he approaches Crowley slowly, eyes fixed on the book and a small, self-conscious smile on his lips. 

He continues, softly.

“If this, oh Strange Ringed Eyes, be true, That through all changing lives This longing love I have for you Eternally survives-” 

Crowley reaches out a hand to find Aziraphale’s, to run along his arm. 

“May I not sometimes dare to dream In some far time to be Your softly golden eyes may gleam Responsively on me?”

And at that, Aziraphale sighs. He looks away from the page and Crowley takes the book from him, lays it on the table behind him. 

“Well?” Aziraphale asks quietly. A little coquettishly. “May I dare to dream?”

Crowley huffs and shakes his head. He lays a hand on Aziraphale’s cheek, watches the angel’s eyes flutter closed. 

“You silly sod,” he whispers, just so he doesn’t have to hear himself choke. 

With that said, he answers Aziraphale’s question- he answers in a kiss. Soft, sure, and more eloquent than any words he’d ever be able to stumble through.

[kenzieam]

About Last Night - Chapter One

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Rating: M

Warnings: Language, general nuttiness, smut, major angst, drama

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Lev wakes up the morning after a wild night at the Compound and realizes she hasn’t spent the night alone. The fact that the man unconscious beside her is her most trusted teammate is besides the point, he’s also her best friend and

NOW WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE DO???

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What the hell?

Where am I?

Lev groaned as she opened her eyes and immediately regretted it, closing them with a wince. It had been a long time since she’d felt like this, but even this was different from her average battle wounds and training injuries. She felt almost…

Hungover.

What the everlasting fuck?

Since becoming the newest HYDRA experiment enhanced by serum to be discovered and released from imprisonment, Lev had not suffered so pedestrian a sensation as being hungover. Her body simply did not get sick from excessive alcohol anymore, something that had been both a blessing and curse since the Avengers had found her half-alive and more than three-quarters feral in that underground bunker a few years ago.

What the hell had changed?

Wait…. Loki.

The golden god Thor and his emo brother were here, at the compound and last night, while starting innocently enough, had devolved quite quickly into a hazy mess. At least Tony had perfected that concussion shield thingy he’d been bragging about that could contain most of the lightning bolts Thor tended to throw when pickled.

All Lev could remember was Loki pouring the drinks, a strange, secret little smile on his aristocratic face and Lev hadn’t found it in herself to question her growing vertigo.

Christ, if she’d gotten drunk then Steve and Bucky had too and even Thor for that matter, for the only thing that Lev knew of that could induce drunkenness in a serum-enhanced man or god-like creature was Asgardian Mead, a hearty supply of which the trickster god was more than capable of conjuring with his seemingly unlimited magic.

Shit.

What the hell did I do last night?

A new sensation hit her then, bringing with it a queasy realization.

Oh God. Not what but WHO?

A tender ache between her legs, and a thick stickiness. She’d had sex, a lot of it with someone genetically gifted in the size department and hadn’t bothered with a condom.

Oh, holy Jesus.

Was the other person still here? As her senses returned Lev recognized her own room and bed, thank god, but the identity of her partner remained fuzzy.

Muscular arms, bracing on either side of my head, supernatural, soulful eyes boring into me as he thrusts, each driving snap of his hips bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy. Oh god, the beautiful, primal sounds he made-

Lev turned her head, squinting, the pounding behind her eyes a jackhammer of agony.

When she found Loki…. She wouldn’t stop kicking his ass until HER foot was sore.

Her bed mate lay face down, arms shoved underneath the pillow his head rested on, face turned away, his breaths heavy and regular, still deeply asleep.

For the moment Lev’s breakdown was hers and hers alone.

The sheets were tangled and low, exposing a perfect ass and there was only one man in the compound who possessed that behind, that level of raw musculature and that soft chocolate-brown hair currently splayed across her other pillow.

She didn’t even need to see his most distinguishing feature.

She had just woken up after a night of wild, drunken sex with none other than her best friend and teammate, James Buchanan Barnes.

No.

NO.

She needed to get the hell out of here, before Bucky woke up too and started asking questions that she had no answer for, like ‘what happened?’ and ‘what do we do now?’. Rusty machinery screeched and grated in her head as she moved, made moderately better by squeezing her eyes shut as tight as she could but that only ensured she stubbed her toe on the doorframe, biting back a hiss of pain but it was too late, her surprise lover was inhaling sharply, stretching with a groan like he was waking up and Lev cursed under her breath, slamming the bathroom door shut and locking it.

Christ.

How did you continue to work with and train with a man who’d been inside you? How could you grapple and spar on the training mats when your body remembered the way his weight felt on you another time? Remembered the groans and curses that had fallen from his sinful lips, the way those lips had tasted?

Oh god.

Spinning the shower to its hottest setting, Lev escaped under the spray, desperately scrubbing at her skin to erase any trace of her actions, any hint of Bucky’s mark. She winced as she felt his seed dripping from her, trickling thickly down her thighs. Bruce figured that between the serum and years of cryofreeze that Bucky was effectively sterile, but what if he was wrong? Shit, Lev needed to hightail it down to medical for some type of enhanced morning after pill.

Goddammit.

She’d been so careful!

Three years with the team and she’d never done shit like this before!

The worst thing was she couldn’t stay under the spray forever, while Tony’s plumbing was too good to do anything plebeian like run out of hot water, she just couldn’t hide here all day, she couldn’t live the rest of her life in her goddamn bathroom.

But surely, she’d been in here long enough for Bucky to leave.

Wrapping herself in towels, Lev cracked the door and peeked out into her quarters.

Shit, double SHIT!

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed, waiting and as he raised his head, their eyes locked.

He smiled at her, something sparkling in his eyes and Lev frowned in confusion. How the hell was he smiling and looking so fresh and not hungover. Didn’t his head throb too? Didn’t he feel like he’d been run over by a truck?

His smile faltered then disappeared, forehead creasing, something vulnerable falling over his face. Lev turned and marched to her dresser; it was infinitely easier to speak when she didn’t have to look at him.

“Lev…. About last night-”

“It was a mistake.” She replied curtly, ripping open a drawer.

“A mistake?”

“We were drunk,” she continued, slamming that drawer, yanking open another. “It’s nobody’s fault, except maybe Loki’s, and I’m going to kill him when I find him. Just forget about what happened, it’ll never happen again.” Lev forced the words, managing to sound almost breezy then turned to face Bucky again.

He was watching her with sad, wounded eyes, forehead furrowed in confusion and hurt. Seeing her gaze land back on him he forced a blank face and stood abruptly, his nod so brusque it was almost a jerk.

“Right.” He turned sharply, striding to the door then paused, his fingers curling against the wood. He was breathing heavily and when he glanced over at Lev one more time he finally looked hungover, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with confused pain.

A pang hit Lev, this was a wounded look she’d had only seen on his face during his lowest and most traumatized flashbacks to HYDRA, when the nightmares woke him up screaming in the dark and he struggled for hours later to sort through the tangles, piece together what was reality and what was only a anguished memory.

It looked like something he’d held close and dear and necessary had been ripped from him, but that made no sense. They’d made a mistake, gotten drunk and done something they shouldn’t have, Lev was just laying it all out to get it out of the way, so they could move past this and hopefully continue on as friends.

Shit, she would never forgive herself if her own weaknesses, her own stupidity last night by continuing to party had wrecked her best and most important friendship.

Bucky had been the first one to reach her, the first one to crack through the feral shell that had kept her isolated from the team. He had been the one to see and touch the damaged girl underneath, share his misery and experience in a way that let her see she wasn’t alone, that there was a way out of the darkness and she would forever be grateful to him for that kindness; for cracking open his own chest to show her the devastation inside, to teach her that within her own abyss was the strength she needed to beat what HYDRA had done, the skills and grit to let go of the horrors and pain, because he struggled with the same thing, every fucking day, and still managed to get out of bed and face it.

If she’d lost that by giving into some alcohol-fueled lust, she would hate herself more deeply and viciously than she ever had before.

“Bucky, wait.” She called, immediately cursing her tongue, for what could she say right now that wouldn’t mortify them any further?

He paused, eyes focused on the floor, still breathing heavily. He sniffled once. “Yeah?” There was a note in his voice Lev rarely heard from him, a low type of vulnerable plaintiveness, like when he’d been torn awake by a night terror and was now clinging to Lev, begging her to talk him back to the here and now.

Her nerve failed her, she was going to ask if he wanted to train later but it was a blatant attempt to force normalcy, and an embarrassing one at that. And she didn’t feel good, she wanted to burrow under a blanket until this festering hangover slunk away, not sweat and exert herself down in the gym. “N- nothing.”

For a beat, his eyes met hers again and he looked like a betrayed little boy, confused and bewildered by the turn of events, by someone he’d trusted ripping the rug out from under him.

It made no sense, for him to look at her that way, unless he blamed her for the mess that they were in, blamed her for getting shitfaced and losing control and that’s exactly what she’d been trying to avoid by dismissing their night together, letting him know right away that it was a mistake they could both let go of, that she was just as willing to forget it as he was…. so why did he look so anguished?

Her head hurt too much right now to think about it any further. The longer Bucky stood there, the more she felt this strange, inexplicable crawling guilt and shame and she couldn’t find the words to take that look off his face.

Without another word, Bucky left, the sound of the door closing a thunderclap in the dead air and Lev collapsed to sit on the bed, a wave of unexplained misery washing over her.

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Despite her efforts, blessed oblivion would not come and Lev lingered for the next few hours with a nameless dread, a sense that something had gone horribly awry but with no idea of exactly what.

Yes, she’d made a horrible mistake by sleeping with Bucky, but she’d cleared that up, right? Laid it out and Bucky had agreed, hadn’t he? He’d looked absolutely horrible when they’d talked, but they were both hungover.

He didn’t want to mess up their relationship anymore than she did and bringing feelings into it would definitely wreck their friendship. Love had a habit of doing that, love was what had driven her mother insane, love for a man who didn’t love her back, who enjoyed playing with her mind and body but ultimately skipped out when she started to become too much work and in retaliation, her mother had slashed her wrists. Her last screams, even as a teenaged Lev, who’d discovered her and worked feverishly to stop the rivers of blood streaming from her mother’s forearms, were aimed at her lover, the words ‘Is this what you wanted?! Is this what you wanted?! Are you happy now?!’ echoing in Lev’s nightmares for years to come.

Her father had taken her in after that, the man who’d watched passively from a distance as his ex-wife tore herself apart for the man she’d left him for but the damage had been done. Before her mother’s blood had even dried on her skin she’d vowed to never let something so evil and poisonous as love to infect her, ever.

Friendships were dangerous enough, but there was something about love, the total giving of your mind, body and soul that Lev could no longer risk, the chance that your own psyche would become so linked to the other that to separate meant death for the one who’d been foolish enough to go all in in the first place.

And shit, she’d had a good friendship with Bucky, he’d maintained a distance with her, unseen by everyone else, who considered them joined at the hip, but enough to keep Lev’s boundaries, her set demarcations of what she would… and could accept.

He’d never tried anything so stupid like kiss her or ask her out on a date; when they held hands it was with easy camaraderie, a causal affection and the times Lev caught herself gazing covertly at him, wondering what his lips tasted like were just signs of her own weakness, a brittleness inherited from her damaged mother, a deficient gene in her DNA.

And then she’d had to get drunk and fuck him.

Fuck.

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts and, for a breathless second, she both wished it was Bucky and anyone but Bucky.

“Come in?”

The door opened and Steve poked his head in. Although he looked a little green around the gills as well, the lines in his forehead were of worry. “Hey, haven’t seen you all day…. You alright?”

Lev grimaced, debating whether to spill her acrid guts or not. “Hungover, you?”

Steve groaned, dropping his head. “I’m never drinking again.”

“I’m never letting Loki pour my drinks again.” Lev clarified and Steve shot a finger gun at her without raising his head.

“Buck in here?” The blonde continued and Lev’s skin prickled.

“No. Why?”

If Steve noticed that her answer was too fast, he gave no sign and, sick as he was, he probably hadn’t anyway. “Haven’t seen him all day and you two looked pretty tight last night.” A little grin pulled at his lips as he invited himself into the room, shutting the door behind him. Lev scooted over with a grumble and he collapsed on the bed beside her, jostling her and making her stomach roil queasily.

“Don’t,” she mumbled, grabbing her head.

“Sorry,” he mumbled back then exhaled, seeming to centre himself before continuing. “Yeah, you two were getting a little cozy, did anything happen?”

“No!”

Steve raised a brow and Lev hurtled forwards.

“I mean, no, of course not. We’re friends, Steve.”

“Hmmm.”

“What?”

“The way he was looking at you last night says different.”

“Oh, fuck off, Rogers!”

“Language.”

“Fuck that!”

Steve snorted, shaking his head. “Alright, whatever. You know you can talk to me though, right? Anything that’s bugging you, I’m here.”

Whoa. This wasn’t the first time Steve had played big brother, but Lev could not handle that shit now.

“Steve, I’m fine. Bucky and I are fine, I’m just sick as a dog from that little Nordic prick last night fucking with our drinks. Buck’s probably crawled in a hole somewhere feeling the same damn thing.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, probably.” He stood with a huff. “I’ll let you sleep it off.”

“’Kay, thanks.” Lev replied, watching as he left, grateful he hadn’t pushed.

Steve nodded in return, opening the door, and stepping outside. Bucky was further down the hall and seeing Steve, stopped his approach to Lev’s door. His eyes widened, darkening with something like betrayal, and then he was storming away.

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Lev dropped the weight with a bang, exhaling heavily and pushing a chunk of sweaty hair off her forehead. Where the hell was Bucky? They always worked out together, encouraging and competing in a friendly manner to push each other higher and further but, for the last week, the former assassin had been MIA.

For the first few days Lev had been able to shrug it off as a lingering hangover, but Bucky had continued to avoid her in the gym and, to be honest…. everywhere. She was lucky now to catch fleeting glimpses of the man she used to spend hours with a day, just a free random encounters in the common room, with the big man disappearing before she could open her mouth to speak to him, to ask what was going on.

But she knew what was up.

Damn her, now she saw, and she hated her previous blindness.

This past week’s famine had clarified her thoughts, and her hunger. She missed Bucky, and not just as a friend. Something had shifted in her that last night, as Bucky had moved so sinuously inside her, holding her like his most cherished gift, or maybe had even broken free before that but she hadn’t had the guts to face it and… she missed him.

She missed his smile, his warmth, his presence, the way he seemed to sense her impending anxieties and could calm them, distract her and draw her away from that hateful, swirling abyss inside her. Without his guidance this last seven days, she was struggling, close to drowning at times.

And it was so much more than that.

She’d known the reason behind his smile that morning, the sparkle in his eyes, because the same joy and hope had embraced her heart, warmed her soul.

And scared the shit out of her.

So, she’d deflected, ducked, jabbed and redirected. Plunged into a near maniacal rebuttal, a deliberately obtuse rambling about mistakes, and forgetting; not letting this lapse tear their friendship apart.

But it hadn’t torn anything apart, it had opened up new facets inside her, thrown open doors she’d slammed years ago and she’d never been more terrified, for even as her heart had called for him that morning, the echoes of her mother’s crazed screams had played a gruesome melody in the back of her mind.

You couldn’t fall in love. It was dangerous, it was self-destructive.

And yet she’d gone and done just that, shared a magical night with her best friend and fallen hard, opening the door to what had honestly been knocking from the start, masquerading as close friendship but just biding its time, waiting to fully ensnare her heart.

She didn’t know what to do. Her sabotage had worked, Bucky hadn’t tried to pursue anything, and she wished with everything she had to take it all back.

She was such a fucking idiot and if she’d wrecked her chances with Bucky forever, she deserved the misery, but god did it hurt.

Tonight, she would talk to him tonight. Corner him in the common room and make him listen to her, force him to pay attention to her apology and then beg for his forgiveness. It was the perfect opportunity, tonight was the night the team all sat down to dinner together, one big happy family and he wouldn’t be able to hide from her.

She hadn’t let herself realize before how empty her heart was, hadn’t turned to face the ghost that had stalked her ever since it had climbed from her mother’s corpse and the void threatened to suffocate her now that she’d allowed herself to see it.

With new purpose, Lev set the weight back and hurried up the stairs to her quarters.

Bucky didn’t show until it was time to sit down and eat. Lev heard his voice from inside the kitchen and hurried out with the dish in her hand, ready to throw it on the table and pull him away so she could bare her heart and confess the truth, but ended up almost dropping the plate instead.

He was not alone.

She clung to him almost nervously, or maybe star-struck, watching the assorted teammates moving around and looking like normal people, bantering and laughing and bickering like they weren’t Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Lev immediately resented her hand on Bucky’s chest, her hip bumped against his, her head resting in that little cradle of his shoulder, feeling the comforting weight of his arm around her.

Bucky’s new friend was blonde and tall and gorgeous, and Lev instantly felt like a troll compared to her. A supermodel standing next to a ragamuffin, a brat with a wild mane and weird violet eyes daring to share the same air with haute couture.

Bucky’s eyes drifted to hers and, for the briefest moment, he looked uncomfortable, maybe even…. sad, then his face changed, going expressionless in a way Lev had never seen before, dismissing her like so much garbage and she stumbled, managing to set the dish down without breaking it.

Blood rushed through her ears as everyone gathered, as her teammates commented on the newest guest, smiling and offering their hands when Bucky introduced them, no one seeming to notice Lev, pale and adrift among them.

She offered a nod and shaky smile when Bucky, almost as an afterthought, finally introduced her as well to Lilly, his girlfriend. Was it Lev’s imagination, or was his voice almost defiant, bordering on savage when he addressed her? Almost a ‘choke on this’ tinge in his tone?

There was a brief silence, a few nervous clearings of throats, telling Lev she hadn’t invented his truculence, but then the moment had passed, the team diving back in, sparing any further discomfort and Lev faded into the background, taking a seat not far enough away from the new couple, struggling to maintain at least the semblance of self-possession as the dinner commenced.

Lev forced herself to choke down her food as she listened to her teammates around her, talking and laughing and asking Lilly question after question, ‘how had she met Bucky?’, ‘what did she do for a job?’, ‘ had she sucked Bucky’s cock yet?’.

Okay, no one had asked the last one, but it floated nastily through Lev’s mind as her shock began to give way to anger.

What the fuck?

A week after spending the night with her he was bringing some new girl around? He’d moved on? The possibility terrified Lev and with it came indignance and rage.

What the hell was he doing? Her mind growled, and she forced her hand to let go of the fork in her hand before she bent it.

Moving on, her inner voice replied, the one that liked to whisper from the darkest corners of her mind about how useless and pathetic she was, just like you wanted him to.

But I didn’t! Not really….

Too late, sugar. He’s found someone else.

No. NO.

And there’s nothing you can do about it, her mind sneered.

[fandomimaginegoddess]

“She’s got spunk” Yu Yu Hakusho Jin x OC Fanfiction (Part 3)

“Well I can’t promise that, Seeing as you're definitely going to fall in love with me.”  He told her with a wink.

“Get a room you two...” Yusuke said as Kuwabara pretended to gag.

“I think they are cute!” Yukina said walking up to the group holding hands with Olivia.  Along with the rest of Ivy’s friends.

“I agree!” Chimed Sophia, as Kurama then greeted her with a wave and a smile which she happily returned.  She then walked over to stand next to him and made conversation with him while the rest of the group continued to talk. 

“But they really should get a room.  And maybe couples counselling.  Ivy clearly doesn't know how to express her feelings.”  Hiei stated bluntly, referring back to Ivy and Jin.  

“Bitch!  You are one to talk!”  Ivy exclaimed angrily.  “Hey!  What are you doing?!  Put me down!” Ivy said as Jin picked her up bridal style.

“Nope!  It's getting too crowded here!  Besides that!  You said you’d go out with me, remember?”  Jin said with a grin as Ivy blushed.  Jin then took off flying with Ivy in his arms and took them to the part of forest where the two first met. 

As Jin flew them away, Shishiwakamaru could be heard sobbing somewhere in the arena.  

“No!  My chance at true love!  Gone!  Gone with the wind!  Why?!”  he wept.

“Shut up Shishi…”  Sazuka sighed, irritated as Shishi continued to sob silently.

Back with Ivy's friends...  

“So…  Are you two like dating or something?”  Kuwabara asked Oliva and Yukina.

“We are.” Oliva told him while putting her arm around Yukina and pulling her close to her, also causing Hiei to glare daggers at her.  

“By the way, Hiei can we talk to you?” Yukina asked, surprising Hiei who nonetheless agreed and walked with the two women away from the rest of the group.

“What did you two want?”  Hiei asked coldly.

“Go on…  Tell him!”  Olivia encouraged Yukina.  

“Hiei, I know you are my brother...  But I want to hear it from you!”  She pleaded, almost in tears.

Hiei’s eyes widened.  “How…? Who…? How…? What…?” He said at a loss for words.

“Ivy could smell it Hiei.  You can't deny it, we know.”  Olivia told him.

Hiei sighed.  “Yes, I am your brother…  I’m sorry I’m not better…”  Hiei said as he started to turn around and walk away.  But before he could Yukina hugged him from behind.  

“What do you mean?  You are a great brother.  I'm so glad I finally found you...”  Yukina said as a few tears fell from her eyes, turning into gems as they fell.

“...Thank you…”  Hiei said, actually smiling a real smile for what may have been the first time in his life.

“What do you think they are talking about?”  Piper asked Kuwabara.  The two were hiding in the bushes nearby, watching this encounter take place.  

“I don’t know…  But it must be good to make Hiei actually smile.  That or it's a sign of the apocalypse.”  Kuwabara stated, as a shiver went down his spine.  

   Meanwhile, back with Ivy and Jin.

Jin landed in the familiar area of the forest with Ivy still in his arms.  Ivy had been clinging to him tightly without realizing it.  Her arms around his neck and face buried in his chest.  She still had yet to let go or remove her face even moments after landing.  “Well lass, not that I’m complaining but you know you can let go now right?”  He asked her with a smile.  Ivy slowly opened her eyes “I mean if you don’t want to though that's fine with me too!  Like I said, no complaints here!” He said with a big grin and a bit of a chuckle.  Ivy quickly scrambled out of the man's arms and onto her feet.  She fixed her outfit and refused to look at him, her cheeks reddening.  Jin smiled a kind smile at her.  He stepped closer to her and took her chin in his hand and tilted her head to look at him, while he wrapped his other arm around her waist to pull her closer to him.  “Why are you so embarrassed? He asked her, bringing his face closer to hers.

“I-I’m not!”  She protested.  

“Are you nervous?”  He inquired.

“No!” She exclaimed.  

“Then what's wrong?” He asked.

Ivy sighed.  “I don't know…  Maybe Hiei was right about me…  Maybe I don't know how to express my emotions…”  Ivy questioned to herself really more than to Jin.

“Well, that's why I’m here now.  We can work on that together.  We can help each other grow and become better.  That is, if you would like that?”  He told her, and then looked at her with hopeful puppy eyes awaiting her response.  

Ivy thought for a moment then smiled.  “Yes, Yes I think I would like that.” she told him.

Jins ears wiggled with glee at her answer as he then kissed her on the forehead, causing Ivy to blush and hide her face.  Which in return caused Jin to chuckle and gently hold her cheek in the palm of his hand to look at him as he sweetly told her “I promise to cherish you always…”  He said as he looked into her eyes.

“Oh…  You’ve replaced me already Ivy?”  Said a voice that Ivy had not heard in a long time...  

Ivy and Jin looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman leaning against a tree crossing her arms. She had straight, platinum blond hair cut just above her shoulders, blue eyes with a deep scar over the left one.  She wore a leather  jacket with a red shirt underneath and ripped black jeans and black studded combat boots. 

“Addison…?” Ivy breathed out.

“In the flesh.”  smirked the woman as she pushed herself off of the tree and began to walk towards Ivy and Jin, seeming like a tigress stalking her prey.  

Jin could sense something was off about this new woman and got in front of Ivy, shielding her protectively.  

“Awww how cute.  He thinks he can protect you from me.”  She laughed as Jin glared, the wind around the area beginning to get stronger.  “Calm down Hercules.  I'm not going to hurt anyone.  Yet…  I mean after all, mine and Ivy's fight isn't until tomorrow!” She told them with a wicked laugh as she walked away.  

“Who was that?”  Jin asked, calming down a bit now as the wind began to calm down as well.  

Ivy sighed.  “An old running buddy of mine.  I used to hunt monsters with her.  I met her at a bar in my rebellious years.  Also... She was my girlfriend…” Ivy explained  

“Girlfriend?”  Jin asked, confused.

“Yes Jin, I’m bisexual, also demisexual.  Is that a problem?”  Ivy told him.  

“No not at all.  Just surprised me a bit is all.  But love is love lassy”  Jin said with a smile which Ivy returned happily.  

Soon Jin and Ivy decided to call it a day so Ivy could rest up for her team's matches tomorrow.  Jin flew Ivy back to the hotel and dropped her off at her room.

“Good night lass.  And good luck tomorrow!”  Jin told her and he gave her a tight hug and another peck on the forehead.  

“Thank you Jin.  I will see you tomorrow.”  Ivy said as she walked into her room to see her teammates looking at her with eager eyes.  Yusuke and Kuwabara also wore goofy smiles on their faces.   

“Spill the tea sis.”  Yusuke said. 

“Yeah how’d it go girl?”  Kuwabara asked.

“Stop harassing Ivy you two.”  Kurama scolded as Ivy felt a wave of relief.  “But if he hurt you in any way just let us know and we will take care of it.”  Kurama said grimly.   

“Jesus christ Kurama…”  Yusuke muttered.

“What do you expect?  Ivy is one of us now.”  Hiei stated nonchalantly. The group got quiet and looked at Hiei in surprise.  “What?  Why are you all looking at me like that?”  he asked, annoyed.  

Ivy smiled at him “I always knew you were just a big ol softie!  Well I guess in your case it would be little ol softie!”  Ivy laughed as Hiei glared at her embarrassed, causing her to laugh more.  “I’m sorry Hiei.  But it's nice to know you care about me.   That goes for all of you actually.”  Ivy told the group with a kind smile. 

“Of course Ivy, you are our friend now and there's no changing that!  We got your back, no matter what.”  Yusuke told her, giving her a thumbs up as the rest of the group agreed with him.  

“Aww thanks you guys!”  Ivy said as she went over and hugged them all in a group hug, having to pull Hiei into it with the rest of them.  

“Well we should probably all get some rest.  We have the fight with team Toguro tomorrow...”  Kurama stated after the hug ended.  After he said this the atmosphere in the room changed to be filled with anxiety as everyone's mood got much darker.  Ivy debated with telling the group about Addison but decided against it due to everyone already being worried about their own fight.  

The following morning the team headed to the arena, ready to fight in what would be the toughest fights yet in this tournament.  

The first fight was between Kurama and Karasu.  Kurama started off by using a technique with razor sharp rose petals floating around him in the battlefield.  Karusu was unfazed and began his own attack with his special bomb attacks.  Soon Kurama transformed into Youko Kurama and used a killer plant which at first appeared to have eaten Karasu.  But It was quickly made obvious that was not the case when Karasu started to attack Kurama with another bomb, burying him in rubble.  When Kurama dug himself out he had transformed back into his human self.  Eventually Kurama ended up killing Karasu with a death plant.  

“Winner!  Karasu!”  Juri exclaimed. 

“Bitch what?”  Ivy said, angrily.

“Yeah!  Hey fish girl!  You wanna tell me how a living guy loses to a dead guy?”  Yusuke said, marching up to Juri, grabbing her arm.

“I would appreciate it if you would remove your hand please.”  Juri calmly told him.

“I would appreciate it if you removed your head from your ass!”  Yusuke shouted at her.

“Your friend was down for ten counts!  He lost!  Deal with it!”  Juri said as she turned away from Yusuke, huffily crossing her arms.  

The next fight was Hiei vs Bui.  It was a long fight that almost seemed never ending.  But eventually it did indeed end with Hiei as the victor.  Hiei also chose to spare Bui’s life after the fight.  

The third fight was Kuwabara vs The elder Toguro brother.  During the early portion of the fight, things looked bad for Kuwabara.  But in the end he managed to win and even developed a new technique, a spirit fly swatter.  Which is what allowed his victory to occur.  

“Next fighters to the ring please!”  Koto exclaimed enthusiastically.

“You're up Ivy” Yusuke stated, looking in the brunette's direction.

Ivy made her way into the ring and came face to face with Addison.

An Irish voice could be heard cheering louder than anyone else in the stadium. “Woo!  Go Ivy!  Yeah!  That's my lassy!”  Jin cheered. 

“Your boyfriend sure is obnoxious isn't he?” Addison sneered.

“Watch your fucking mouth.  Only I can be mean to him!”  Ivy snarled.

Jin's eyes gleamed and his ears wiggled with pride.  “Yeah!  That's right!  Only she can be mean to me!” He exclaimed.  

“Fucking masocist…”  Touya muttered under his breath as Jin looked over at him and winked.  Touya shuddered in disgust “Weirdo…”

“Shut the fuck up Jin!”  Ivy shouted angrily into the crowd in Jins direction.

“What kind of relationship do those two have?”  Hiei shuddered in confusion and disgust.  

“Okay that's enough of that!  Let the battle begin!”  Juri announced with a wave of her arm.  

As Ivy was getting ready to attack, Addison pulled out a smoke bomb and threw it at Ivy's feet.  Ivy began to cough and then quickly realized something was wrong.  

“What did you do to me?”  Ivy asked with a glare as the smoke was already subsiding.   

“I evened the playing field.  None of those freakish monster powers of yours in this fight.”  Addison said, pulling out a silver stake.  “Now…  I hope you are ready my dear…”  Addison said chillingly.  Addison then began to make her way towards Ivy who was currently digging in her bag.  Addison was standing right in front of Ivy ready  to attack when Ivy pulled out a blow dart and hit Addison with one of the darts in it.  Addison grabbed her neck where the dart had struck her.

  “You dirty little…”   She growled as she then hit Ivy hard with the back of her hand, knocking her to the ground.  Addison climbed on top of Ivy and began to try and plunge the stake into her chest.  Ivy grabbed onto  the stake to prevent it from stabbing her.  In the midst of the struggle Ivy looked up at Addison and recalled the history the two of them shared together, causing her to ease up ever so slightly in her defense.  Addison took that opportunity to drive the stake directly into Ivys heart.  Killing her.  

“Winner!  Addison!”  Juri exclaimed.

Addison stood up and laughed maniacally.  “I did it!  I finally did it!  After all these years, I killed you Ivy!  Victory is mi-” she started to say but was unable to finish as she began to stagger.  She looked at Ivy's body angrily, remembering the blow dart.  She fell to her knees, clutching her neck where the dart had hit her. “You little bitch…”  She said weakly before she died as well.

“Why isn't Ivy moving yet?” Keiko asked, looking at Shizuru and Boton.  Shizuru started crying quietly and Botan began weeping uncontrollably.  Keiko realized what this meant and followed their example.  They were not the only ones who were upset Yukina was also sobbing as Olivia, Piper, Sophia, and Leon were sitting there in shock and unsure of what really just happened and how to react and process it.   

Ivy's teammates ran onto the area stage.  Kuwabara picked her limp body up in his arms, tears falling from his eyes.  “Ivy!  Ivy wake up!”  He cried, shaking her in an attempt to awaken her.

“She’s gone human.” Hiei said numbly, his eyes beginning to actually well up.  

Kuwabara carried Ivy’s body out of the ring.  It was then that everyone noticed the wind in the arena picking up and getting stronger and stronger almost to the point of a hurricane when all the sudden it just stopped.  It suddenly starts back up again but this time is very gentle and seems to have a sadness about it.

Touya put his hand on Jin’s arm.  “Hey man…  I’m sorry…”  He said in a gentle whisper.  

Jin began crying softly and his friends then engulfed him in a hug as he continued to cry.

“This is fucking stupid…  Ivy didn't deserve that!” Yusuke shouted, enraged.  

Toguro then entered the arena, Yusuke looked over at him and glared angrily “At least I have an outlet for all this anger right now…”  he said cracking his knuckles and entering the arena himself.    

“Begin!” Juri exclaimed.

Yusuke started off by removing his spirit shackles and accessing all of his spirit energy.  The fight went on for a while but in the end Yusuke defeated Toguro by using the last of his energy to fire off a strong spirit gun, killing Toguro.

“That was for Ivy…”  Yusuke muttered coldly.

Then, Koto and Juri both walked up onto the arena next to each other “Winner of the tournament!  Team Urameshi!”  They both chimed.  

A voice then came over the loudspeaker.  “Thank you all for coming to the dark tournament.  I just wanted to inform you that I along with this stadium will be destroyed in 15 minutes.  If you do not wish to die then I suggest you get out now.” Said the voice belonging to Sakkyo.  

“We have to get out of here!”  Kuwabara exclaimed.  

The group began to make their escape but not before Hiei picked Ivy's body up and put her over his shoulder.  

“She was right!  You are a softie!”  Yusuke teased as the group continued to run to the exit.  Hiei just glared in return.  

The group came together with the girls and Ivy’s other friends and kept running to get out together.

The group soon reached a dead end.  

“What do we do?”  Keiko cried.  But before anyone could even respond the dead end was blown open by Jin, Touya, Chu, and Rinku.  

“Just in time!”  Yusuke exclaimed with a grin.  

Jin saw Ivy being carried by Hiei and reached out for her.  Hiei rolled his eyes and handed her over to him.  Jin began to tear up again.  

“Jin!  We don't have time for you to cry right now!  Let's get to safety first and then you can cry all you want!” Chu told him, pulling him along.   Jin was careful not to drop Ivy as they made their escape.  

Finally, the group made it to safety.  The stadium exploded moments after. 

“Oh!  You were supposed to get a wish!”  Botan exclaimed.  

The group sadly looked over at Ivy who was being cradled in a sobbing Jins arms.  

“It doesn't matter…  Those bastards wouldn't have been able to give us what we wanted anyways…”  Yusuke muttered.  

The group later had a funeral for Ivy, laying her on a bed of flowers as they said their teary goodbyes.  

The next day Team Urameshi and friends were getting ready to depart from Hanging Neck Island.  

“Hey!  You fuckers are leaving without me?”  Shouted a familiar voice.  

The group looked over and saw none other than…  Ivy!  

Everyone ran over to Ivy in disbelief and joy.

“You are alive!”  Oliva said happily  “You bitch!”  Olivia screamed at her, slapping her face and then hugging her tightly as the rest of the group quickly followed her example. 

“Well I wasn't until just like 15 minutes ago!”  Ivy told them as she returned the gesture.  

The group then all boarded the ferry and headed for home.  Once they were back in their neck of the woods, they started heading back to Genkai's temple.

“You're welcome to stay here at the temple for as long as you want.”  Keiko said as they arrived at the temple.  

Ivy’s eyes lit up.  “Really?  We can stay here?  Forever?  Hooray!”  Ivy cheered as Genkia threw her hat angrily on the ground and stomped on it before marching inside her home, grumbling under her breath.

“Ignore her…  She will warm up to you guys quickly I am sure.”  Yusuke told the group.  

“That settles it!  We are staying!”  Sophia cheered.  

A few days later Ivy was lounging on the couch in the living room, remembering a certain red haired windmaster.  As she was lost in thought, there was suddenly a knock at the door.  Ivy ignored it at first, wanting to remain in her brain.  But the knocking persisted.  

“Fine!  I’m coming!”  Ivy shouted, annoyed.   

She opened the door to see none other then, Sazuka, Shishiwakamaru, Chu, Rinku, Touya, and… Jin.  They all looked at her in stunned silence having thought she was dead.  That is until Jin felt a wave of happiness as the shock subsided and he embraced her tightly and began rambling on while crying happy tears “You're alive lass!  Oh I’m so happy!  If this is a dream nobody wake me up!  You are alive!”  Jin went on.  

“I’m  happy to see you too, Jin.”  Ivy told him, returning his embrace.  

Jin then eased up on his hold on her and gazed deeply into her eyes and then kissed her passionately.  Surprisingly enough, Ivy actually kissed him back.  Once the two parted for air they rested their foreheads on one another, looking at each other intensely.  

“Ewww gross!  Get a room!”  Rinku said, pretending to gag.  

“Shut up!  Don’t ruin their moment!”  Chu said, smacking Rinku upside the head.

Ivy and Jin then stood up straight next to each other while still holding hands with interlocked fingers.    

“And of course I’m alive!  I never stay dead for too long!  Well at least so far.”  Ivy boasted with a laugh.  

“It's about time you jokers got here!  I’ve been waiting on you nimrods!”  Genkai scolded walking into the room.

“We have all come here to train with Genkai.” Touya said, noticing the confused look on Ivy’s face.  

“Oh are you guys going to be living with us then?”  Ivy asked as Genkai shuddered at the realization that there would be more mouths to feed.  

“We are going to be living together?  Hooray!”  Jin cheered, picking Ivy up by the waist and spinning her around.  

“Hey!  Put me down!  Jin!”  Ivy scolded, but this time for some reason found herself smiling as she did so.  

[jusananimehoe]

With your mouth, I mean?

Okay, no one asked for a part three to this, but I did it anyway. No smut for this one, but defintley more coming in the next part, I promise! 

I just want to point out that the Geten in this little minific is currently a little softer/uncertain that I generally head cannon him as being. But i promise that is about to change once he finds his groove here. xx

Part One 

Part Two

“Why so miserable snowflake”?

I glared at Dabi in response, attempting to convey that I’d hidden away up in this empty room to be left alone. Judging by the smirk tipping his lips up, he didn’t care.

“Go away, patchwork freak, my mental state is not even nearly ready to deal with the million ways you can annoy me, I want quiet”. My eyes closed as I finished and I turned back to my earlier activity, staring miserably out the window, watching the training grounds carefully. I could just make him out from here, and the stupid ice he was wielding, I defintley did not find it beautiful in any way, shape or form.

Nope, he’s just a pain in my ass, that’s it. I’m suspending his best friend rights too; he doesn’t deserve them.

I titled my head and blew out a heavy breath, that wasn’t fair, it was Geten’s fault that I was in love with him. I was just dumb that way. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with your bestie, those were the rules, though in hindsight, I suppose I’d never been particularly good at following them either.

“Pining over your little friend down there, are you”? An inelegant snort sounded right next to my ear, and I just barely managed not to jump. “Why not go down there, confess your feelings, then he can reject you and we can all move on with our lives, instead of watching you tip-toe around him”.

I didn’t need to look at him to know that Dabi was grinning again, neither was I surprised by his attitude, Dabi and I had a mutual understanding between the two of us that usually worked very well, and that was that we hated each other. His face annoyed me, the way he spoke to Gets annoyed me, he had no respect for anyone, but the thing that made me angriest by far, was the pleasure he took in causing pain to others. Sadistic little bastard.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Blue, he’s my friend, clearly you’re overthinking it”.

He glowered darkly at me at my use of the nickname, he hated it, good, suffer you little shit. I turned back to look out the window, the small figures in the distances had come much closer, and were now re-entering the grounds, clearly done with training. A solitary figure stopped and glanced up at me, pale eyes boring into mine, tension crackling through his suddenly tight features.

A cackling laugh rang through the room and an arm draped around my shoulder, Dabi had leaned close, his head resting atop of mine, craning his head to the side to also look at Geten as he approached. The aggression that filled my ice-wielding best friend was extreme, eyes crackling with dark rage, I could almost feel the chill I knew he would be causing right now. I wanted to run to him, to press my head against his chest, nibble on the lobe of his ear, since I’d recently learnt just how much he appreciated my teeth. I fought the urge to raise my fingers to my throat, where the deep purple and red marks felt like they were burning me.

Dabi’s wild laughter drew me from my more inappropriate thoughts, and I quickly broke eye contact and found myself staring at the floor in misery, wishing desperately for the dark blush staining my cheeks to disappear. Knowing that Dabi had figured it out made me want to throw up, what am I going to do if Gets finds out?

Dabi smirked at me, and then leaned closer, mouth very nearly brushing against my ear, the churning in my gut alerted me to my sudden need to vomit. “Don’t worry little one, I won’t rat you out to him, but you’d better get that look off your face if you’re planning on keeping it a secret. Any idiot could smell the longing on you, and see the way you look at him, like he’s the brightest star in the sky”. The last bit was whispered, a devious laugh in his voice, and I finally shoved him back, growling in annoyance.

“Fuck off patchwork”.

He grinned once more and then, much to my surprise, turned and strode lazily from the room. I turned with a sigh, glancing back out the window and meeting Geten’s eyes once again, momentarily losing my breath at the intensity I found in his gaze. Skeptic was standing next to him, clearly saying something, but he didn’t appear to be listening. I bit my lip and cocked my head slightly, wondering at his thoughts, what I wouldn’t give to hear them.

Skeptic’s fingers snapped in front of Geten’s face then, and the moment was broken, his eyes finally leaving mine to glance at the other man. I tried not to let my mind linger on the way all the warmth vanished from my body as our eyes lost contact. I wondered idly how I’d ever breathed without him, what have I done? I’d known better than to kiss him, to let myself dream and yet hear I was, pining even harder than usual.

I groaned and drove my hands into my eyes, wondering how hard I’d have to push to blind myself, if I couldn’t see him then maybe no-one would notice my infatuation with my other half. I blinked furiously, wiping angrily at a few tears that had sprung from my traitorous eyes, before standing and stomping from the room.

So intent was my gaze on the floor that I didn’t even notice the gaze on me again, those pale, icy eyes following me, full of questions. I also didn’t notice the way my best friend straightened up with determination, set on getting answers. Unfortunately, it was Dabi that he found first.

“What were you doing with her”? The ice in Geten’s voice could have frozen the entire hallway solid, but Dabi just grinned dastardly at him, staples stretching so far that blood started to drip from his cheeks. He quirked a brow at the ice-user, even as Geten moved to slam him back against the wall, snarl rumbling up his throat, and for just a moment, fire engulfed Dabi’s hand, before he pulled it back.

“You sound awful jealous, something you want to share with the rest of the class”? Dabi’s smirk was back in full force. “I was just asking her if she was free later on tonight, you know? She’s pretty and all that, little soft for my type, but I bet she’d still suck a cock just fine”-

His voice broke off as Geten’s ice-encased fist collided with his face, knocking at least three staples loose, and sent him tumbling to the floor. He launched himself back up to his feet, flames encasing both his arms, ready to erupt just as an angry voice shouted at both of them.

“What in the name of Christ are you two doing? Stop it right now, before Redestro or Shigaraki find you. Jesus Christ, grow up”. She’d appeared out of no-where, striding straight to Geten’s side, grabbing his palm in hers and dragging him from the room, eyes blazing furiously. She refused to speak until they got back to his room, whirling on him so suddenly that he staggered back a step.

“What the hell were you thinking”?

Geten growled slightly at that. “You didn’t hear what that useless, filthy, pig was saying about you, what he was going to ask you! I couldn’t, I- I just- I couldn’t let- “He groaned and ran his fingers angrily through his hair, it looked better short. You stepped closer and took his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers carefully, brushing a hand softly across his cheek, smiling as his eyes fluttered.

“You don’t need to defend me Gets, but just out of curiosity, what did he want me to do that was so bad”. It was so strange to see him this uncertain.

Geten blushed bright red then, dropping his gaze the floor, before choking out his next words. “He, um, he wanted you to, you know? With your mouth”, he mumbled the last bit, staring out the window, refusing to meet your eyes now. You made an annoyed noise in your throat, but couldn’t say you were surprised, Dabi was such a wanker.

“Hey Gets, can I ask you something”, he hummed softly in response, finally turning to look at you again, cheeks still slightly pink. You nibbled slightly at your lip, voice dropping to a shaky whisper as you looked down.

“Has anyone ever, you know”? Your voice trembled slightly, eyes flicking down lower, trying to get the question across, but he stared dumbly at you in response and you groaned in frustration. “You know, has anyone ever, like, done it for you? With their mouth I mean”. Your cheeks must have been glowing by now, watching nervously as his expression contorted, first in surprise and then in embarrassment.

He shook his head violently, eyes trained firmly on the ground, and then tried to pull his hands free, but you followed the movement, getting back in his space almost immediately. You didn’t miss the way he shivered as you pressed back up close to him again. You licked your lips slowly, watching his eyes trace the movement, before deciding to just go for it. You pressed closer, breath fanning over his lips, watching his eyes widen, but he didn’t pull away from you this time.

“I could show you, you know, teach you, if you wanted”?

He made a choked noise in his throat, before pressing closer to you, nose grazing yours, breath turning ragged.” I think, I’d like that”, his soft whisper lit a fire inside you, your blood catching alight under your skin for sure, and all you knew was heat. You let out a shaky breath, bit your bottom lip softly, and then dropped to your knees, never losing eye contact with him. What are friends for?

[talesofphantombandits]

Zero to Six ~ Chapter Twelve.

Guys!!! I worked my ass off tonight. This was going to be the last chapter but I wrote more than I was expecting to. So the final chapter I’ll edit it tomorrow then post it in a few days.

Honestly had a hard time getting Inspiration to write this, but the constant support (That still amazes me) has kept me going. I decided that I’d left it long enough and sat down tonight and just went for it. I’m happy with what I’ve wrote and I hope you’ll enjoy it too. I edited over it once but I’m so drained that I’ve probably missed some errors. So sorry about that. I hope everyone's keeping safe, Love you all <3

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

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Ducking behind a table I waited for Ones intervention, no way was I going out when it was raining bullets.

“One hurry the hell up!” I slid my back down the flat surface and sighed.

“I GOT IT!”

Suddenly a booming sound pierced the air. Every guard, every piece of metal that wasn’t tied down went flying to the right side of the boat. Sticking to the wall.

Which also meant the metal stick Three had gifted me tore out my hands.

“Well there goes my protection.”

So Ones giant magnet worked eh? Who knew.

When everything had settled I peered over the top of the table to marvel at the unusual scene in front of me.

“One.” I whispered through coms, too stunned to get anything else out.

A blinding light and a white heat sent me crashing to the floor.

One of the grenades that had stuck to the side had blown. “Zero you okay?” Seven spoke.

“I’m good, I’m fine.” I crawled back to where I’d previously been perched.

Everyone was released and came crashing down, then the bullets started flying again.

I just rolled my eyes, One pressed the button again and everyone flew to the other side of the boat.

“It’s like watching table tennis.” I mused

I heard a faint. “I wasn’t sure it would work, I mean I had a suspicion it would.”

“One what the hell!” I could hear the other guys scolding him.

He could have put us all in great danger, god I hate this man so much some times.

When everything calmed again we all huddled once more and decided to move up a deck.

“We have to find Rovach!” One announced obviously high on the adrenaline of his magnets working.

Scoping the top level we headed towards the kitchen were we’d found the back door to the bedroom.

But as we approached more gunfire showered us.

Luckily One had his new toy now, you can bet your ass he was going to use it any chance he got.

All the guards where in the kitchen when he’d pressed the bottom, and you know what’s in a kitchen? Knives, forks.

All the sharp things.

It wasn’t a pretty sight and with Two next to me shooting I tried not to glance too much at the scene.

“Four, how are you. Are you safe?” I took a second to catch my breath.

“Can’t really talk sweetheart, kind of busy not getting caught.”

“Okay smart ass.” I opened my eyes, taking a deep breath I followed the rest of the guys through the kitchen.

“The boats moving.” Two observed.

“That- that’s bad.” One said, I just looked at him worried.

Some how Ones phone that operated the magnet had broke and cracked the screen, meaning we were stuck with guards shooting at us from all angles.

But One and Seven decided shouting at each other would be a good solution. I just rolled my eyes again, hitting my head in the wall I was up against.

I was honestly missing being stuck in a flat, not having to be in the middle of all the bickering. At least there it was peaceful and I wasn’t getting shot at.

Two left on her own little mission to kill the engine.

I was going to go assist but one stopped me.

“Nah ah you’re staying in my sight.”

“Yes dad.”

One decided that we should split up which meant I’d be alone with him.

Joy.

“You know it really is amazing.”

“What is?” One was shifting his gun at every little sound.

“The magnet, I mean it would be if you’d stop breaking the control.”

He stopped abruptly and I bumped straight into his back. “You keep sassing me girl and I’ll make you go back to just hacking and coms in a stuffy flat. No friends, no Four.”

I just held my hands up in defence.

Suddenly the power came back to the remote just in time to save Five from a guy coming at her with a knife.

“I feel like a Jedi.” Me and Five just looked at each other.

Suddenly I was being pushed into five. Confused I only saw a flash of the guy launching himself at One.

I scrambled up and helped Five up too, we started running out onto the deck.

“Five, find Rovach. I’ll distract the guards.”

I stopped in my tracks, Four was going to do this alone but he didn’t have to I could help him.

After nearly loosing him last time and being so helpless I had to do something.

“Zero come on!” I hadn’t even noticed that Five had stopped running and was staring at me with furrowed brows, hand outstretched to me.

“I- I can’t. I have to help him.” I took a step back and she lowered her hand.

She gave me a understanding look.

“Be safe.”

I smiled at her and nodded. “You too.”

With that I took off running. Surveying every corner for guards, I wouldn’t do much good to Four dead would I.

I started climbing the stairs when suddenly two loud explosions rocked the boat and threw me off balance. I fell into the railing. “Shit!” I hung on tight expecting more explosions. 

I stood up, looked down as the whole boat started screaming. I took a moment to catch my breath before climbing again taking two steps at a time. 

Great, on top of everything now we were sinking. 

“I’ve got four guys on me. I’m on the upper deck, and i’m screwed.” I could hear the same fear in his voice from that night in Tokyo.

It honestly made me want to burst out crying.

“Don’t worry Four I’m coming to back you up.” I was so breathless from running.

“No stay out of this.” 

“Why aren’t you with Five Zero! FIVE WHY IS SHE NOT WITH YOU!” One chimed in with his dad bullshit again.

I just ignored the voices coming through coms and tried to get to Four as quickly as possible. No one could change my mind.

Everyone needed to stop treating me like a child.

Lightning flashed through the clouds just as I heard screaming up ahead.  It went dark again only to light up Fours figure on the very top of the boat.

I bolted in his direction, It may have seemed like a dumb decision but all I could think of was getting to Four and making sure he didn’t have to fight alone.

I was here to help, so God dam it I was going to fight.

I ran up the last set of stairs rounding the corner expecting to see Four but with my luck I ran straight into one of the guards. Screeching at the sudden shock, I had no time to react when his fist connected to my jaw. I stumbled back grabbing onto the hand rails of the top of the staircase, but just as I’d regained myself a kick to my chest sent me flying down the stairs.

I hit the deck winded, groaning at the pain coursing in my back. I took two deep breaths, managing to roll onto my side.

The guard was walking slowly down the stairs smirking at me. Shit.

I put my head down on the deck and went limp, I pretended to pass out. Then the guy reached me, kicking with his shoe I suddenly gripped his ankle and bit down as hard as I could.

He was screaming and wiggling trying to get away, I released and took advantage punching him in the crotch.

He doubled over in pain as I managed to my feet, I managed to knock him out  with one punch.

Now slightly limping I made it up the stairs again, trying to regain my breath.

I got to the top and made my way around the outside. I got to the pool but a guard came out the door so I hid putting my back against the wall.

I peered round, my eyes immediately connecting with Fours over the other side of the pool.

I shot forward a little so surprised, It dawned on me how out in the open he was. My heart started racing, all I could do was stare at him with tear filled eyes.  We were surrounded.

Suddenly I heard shuffling coming from behind me. “You bitch! I’m going to make you pay.”

The guy from the bottom of the stairs came charging at me, I hadn’t even realised that I had walked backwards out into the open until Four had Shouted my name.

I looked around confused.

But quickly focused back on the guy in front of me when his footsteps got louder. He threw another punch but this one I manged to duck in time. Running under his hand I got behind him and Kicked his back. He stumbled forward. I looked up to see Four being attacked as soon as I moved to go help him the guy got back up and started charging me again.

“Jesus Christ, do you ever give up!” I blocked another swing with my forearm.

He moaned and proceeded to get a knife out his back pocket.  I stumbled back in horror. Where’s that metal stick when I needed it.

He started slashing the air with it.

“This.”

I stepped back avoiding the slashing.

“Isn’t”

Another step back.

“Fair.”

My back hit a wall.

“Shit.” I said breathlessly.

Final Chapter 

[knives-out20]

What’s Your Name Again? - Bobby & The Buddies AU

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, Penelope ‘Peep’ Sweeney (OC) x Joseph ‘Soup’ Sansbury (OC), DeepSpace

Warnings: OC x OC business, Soulmates AU, In the 70′s,

Prompt: (Soulmate) AU where you have your soulmates name somewhere on your body

Notes: Prompt taken from @ausforsoulmates​ 

Peep cracked her knuckles, causing Frankie to wince. She sucked her teeth, forgetting he was the type to become antsy and uncomfortable with the sound. “Sorry, man.”

“N-No worries” Frankie shook his head. 

Peep looked at the back of her left hand, the name ‘Joseph Sansbury’ clear as day. It sat above her purple-bandanna’d-wrist, tattooed on her skin since...well, forever. Of all body parts, why her hand?

Joseph Sansbury.

The name rang a bell, but Peep found it obvious because she’s seen that name her whole life, on her wrist. Why else would it sound so familiar?

Peep brushed the argument off for the hundredth time, adjusting the suspenders on her dark suspender dress. She, like now, usually wore it over a grey off-shoulder top. “Where’s Soup?” Peep inquired, looking around the room.

“At the Sansbury household, I’d assume” Deep grinned.

“‘Sansbury’“ Peep mumbled, glancing at her hand. ‘Sansbury’ ought to be a basic white surname, she never took it into consideration that Soup was the Sansbury she was looking for. 

Then again...what was Soup’s first name, again?

Peep groaned, wishing finding her soulmate could be easier. It can’t be Soup, can it? Soup? Soup?! Of all people? If so, why couldn’t her hand read ‘Soup Sansbury’ instead, to make it easier for her? It can’t be Soup, it can’t be him that’s her soulmate.

Soulmates with nicknames....Peep knew her brother Deep had no trouble with that. She thought back to how Deep intertwined with his soulmate, officially.

Deep was getting ready to call it a night, but a knock at his front door cut that task short. He glanced over at his stairs suspiciously, grabbing a .22 pistol off his bedside table and slowly making his way down the dimmed hall. 

Deep crept down the stairs and pressed his back against the wall, inching closer and closer to his front door. He took deep, quiet breaths to clam himself down, making sure his weapon was loaded; good news, it was.

Now as close to the door as he could muster himself up to be, Deep raised his gun up to use. As quick as he could, he unlocked the front door and opened it, pointing the pistol at his late guest’s face.

Ace Frehley jumped back in surprise, eyes crossing a bit when they landed on the gun that was really close to his face. “Hey, woah-!” He called, putting his hands up. “It’s me, man.”

Deep, frankly rattled, gathered himself to process the situation. He gulped, letting his arms hang at his sides. “Jesus Christ, Ace-- what’re you doin’ here?” Deep asked, rubbing the bridge of his long nose.

“I, uh, came here from the hotel we’re stayin’ at. Kinda dingy, but the best our manager could afford us. But dude, no way in hell am I spendin’ another night roomin’ with Peter. Snores to high hell like-” Ace dramatically imitated loud snores, Deep questioning if Ace was truly exaggerating or not.

Deep laughed anyway.

“You think his voice is deep? Snores like a demon, man. I can’t even try to fall asleep with that in my ears” Ace complained.

Deep balled his right hand, clearing his throat. “Uh- come in! Come in, man” He stepped aside, allowing Deep into his humble abode. 

Ace whistled as he looked around. “Nice place y’got here.”

“Yea, Missy thinks the same” Deep joked.

Ace chuckled, looking up at the wall. “Woah, an autographed Keith Richard?”

Deep closed and locked his front door, following Ace’s line of view to the framed photo of Keith Richard on his wall, that he was able to have Keith sign. “Oh, yea. Huge guitar inspiration to me” he answered, as Ace carefully sat down on one of his couches. “But...I’d say he has competition” Deep smirked at Ace, who waved a hand dismissively.

“You jest” Ace laughed.

“Oh, but truthfully, I do not” Deep shook his head, wandering across the room. “But, uh, anyways- I’ll...go put this gun away” he smiled sheepishly, nodding and running upstairs. 

Deep put his pistol back in its rightful spot, racing back downstairs. “All gone” he put his fists up in the air, closed tight enough to obviously not be hiding any weapons under. Deep dropped them, inhaling slowly. “Uh, if you’re plannin’ on staying with me tonight- or however long- I got a guest bedroom upstairs. Unless you and my couch have already become deeply...closely...intimately involved” he winked playfully.

“Oh, I could never. It’s not my type” Ace whispered, as if the couch was sentient and able to hear. He looked Deep up and down, from his bare torso, the dandelion bandannas on his wrists, his plaid pajama pants, and dark socks. “I thought the bandannas came off after the shows” Ace commented.

Deep looked down at them. “Oh, yea, most definitely. They usually do, but sometimes I keep ‘em on until I go to bed. I dunno, I kinda like how they feel-? It’s kinda like a sensory thing but not really, because Benji has an actual sensory thing. He likes certain materials, doesn’t like others, like certain food feels, dislikes others, stuff like that. Comes in handy to remember when buyin’ him clothes ‘n’ snacks.”

Ace nodded thoughtfully. “How long he been tickin’ for?”

“Forever, I think.”

Ace hummed, tilting his head. “Nice ink.”

Deep looked down at himself, now painfully aware the only things covering the upper half of his body were the bandannas on his wrists. “Thanks” he smiled, looking at the ‘D’ in the Hollywood-sign-font on his right upper arm. “This one, it’s a Buddies thing. Bobby has a ‘B’ on the left side of his chest, Beep has a ‘B’ somewhere, Maria ‘n’ Monte have a ‘M’ on each of their persons, Damien also has a ‘D’ somewhere, Frankie has an ‘F’ somewhere, and Penelope has a ‘P’ on her somewhere. All of ‘em are black, and the same font as the Hollywood font” he told.

“All I got is the ‘Ace’ on my arm.”

“Yea, you got that nickname back in high school, didn’t you? You told me so.”

“Yea, I did” Ace smiled, sort of happy that Deep remembered. “My friends came up with it ‘cause I was an ace at gettin’ dates. How were you, back in high school?”

“Ah, I dunno. I met Jenny in high school.” Deep sniffled, a certain look glaing over his blue eyes. “So yea, I got date, after date, after date, after date, but with one date....person. Date-person” he shrugged, then tearing his gaze to the devil tattoo on his left forearm. An O with devil horns and a devil tail attached to it, a pitchfork beside it.

“That supposed to be a lil’ devil of some sort?”

“Yea.”

“Anything behind that?”

Deep chuckled. “I’m notorious in the Buddies for being the one to push Bobby into doing all the stunts he-then-we do, if he doesn’t commence them himself. So I’m kinda like a daredevil, then cut that down to ‘devil’ and...yea. I’m a Devil like how you’re an Ace. Though, we all know I’m mostly known as Deep, so-” he snickered, running a hand through his black hair. Deep glanced at the name on his hand, balling it into a fist to hide it.

“Somethin’ wrong with your hand?”

“Ah, nah, it’s just some name. Y’know the name thing.”

“Yea, whose yours?”

Deep’s breath hitched in his throat. “Like I’d tell you that. I won’t even tell them that.”

“Oh, c’mon. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!”

“You have to understand how weird that sounds with me being half-naked!” Deep chortled.

Ace cackled, clapping his hands. “Yea, you’re right, you’re right. Still, who is it?”

“Can’t say. Can’t tell anyone, not even them. It’s so...y’know?”

“Kinda-?”

Deep unfurled his fist, reading ‘Paul Frehley’ clear as day.

Ace looked at the name near his left palm, deciding that it couldn’t go that bad, right? “Wanna know who I have?”

“I dunno.”

“What I will tell you, with that ‘I dunno’, is I’m glad their nickname isn’t their real name. That’s real shitty on their parent’s part, if it were.”

“‘Nickname’?” Deep thought, eyes darting around the floor in thought. He looked over at Ace, eyebrows furrowed. “Can’t really say the same for me. I mean- their name is cool, I like their name. I mean that, their nickname...could make a nice, actual name.”

Ace nervously licked his lips. “Derek?”

“Yes, Ace?”

“Your last name is Sweeney, isn’t it?”

Derek felt his face break out into a wide, excited smile. “Only if your first name is Paul, Frehley.”

Peep leaned back in her seat. “Where’s Bobby?” She asked, getting up and leaving the room before she could get a proper answer. “Bobby!” Peep called, finding him in the first room she walked into.

Bobby turned around, loving smile vanishing when his gaze went from Cliff to Peep.

Cliff leaned against the counter in front of him, his grin of adoration doing the same.

“Hmm?”

Peep sighed. “What, uh, what’s Soup’s first name?”

Bobby furrowed his eyebrows, as did Cliff behind those sunglasses he always, always wore. “Joseph. Why?”

Peep’s eyes went wide. Her jaw dropped open, gaze flickering between Bobby, and the name on the back of her hand.

Sansbury. Soup. Joseph. Joseph Sansbury. 

This is it, this was him, this had to be him.

“Peep-?” Bobby cleared his throat.

“I- I gotta go” Peep stuttered, racing out of the room. She quickly bade the Buddies goodbye, out of Bobby’s house at the speed of light. Using all the speed she could muster in her strappy sandals, she ran down the sidewalk to the address she frequented to (being that Peep usually babysits Soup’s roommates kid). 

Peep stopped in front of Soup’s place, panting as she looked up at it. She adjusted her dress’ suspenders, picking at her stockings and fixing her wavy hair in order to appear presentable. Peep thanked whatever higher power that existed for letting Soup live fairly close to Bobby, because any farther and she might’ve dropped dead.

It was tough, is what she’s saying.

Peep walked up the pathway to Soup’s front door, the stray cats lingering around and not really in any frightened stance due to the fact that they all knew her, and were familiar with her. “Hey, MJ.”

MJ opened an eye, taking a nap on Soup’s front porch. “Hey” he greeted, falling back asleep straight afterwards.

Peep giggled in a breathy way, knocking the front door after checking her reflection in the mirror- her red lipstick wasn’t messed up, good.

After not waiting for too long, Soup opened the door. He looked around, then down. “Oh, hey, Peep.”

“Hey, Soup” Peep smiled up at him.

Soup looked a bit confused. “Annabelle said your here tomorrow, why’re you- what’s up?” He asked.

Peep tilted her head up, poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “Perhaps I have some news for you.”

“Perhaps?” Soup sounded intrigued.

“Perhaps.”

“What is it?”

“Soup Sansbury, what’s your name again?”

Soup opened his mouth, but didn’t talk. “Huh?”

“What’s your name again? Your real name, ‘cause I know- or at least pray- that your mom didn’t carry you for nine months, go through hours of pain to hold you, and then be able to hold ya just to call you Soup. So c’mon, what’s your name again?”

“...Joseph.”

Peep, wordlessly, smiled up at Soup. Bright, and adorable, and her truest smile to date. “’Joseph’” she repeated.

Soup caught on, heart racing as he brushed a few fingers against the hidden base of his neck. “Peep Sweeney...What’s your name, again? ‘Cause I know your mom didn’t go though...all that,” he vaguely gestured his hand, “just to call you Peep. So, what’s your name again?”

“Penelope.”

Soup slowly grinned, starting to giggle aimlessly. He nodded in a knowing manner, eyebrows raising in a way that told Peep that he knew.

The smile Peep gave back to him indicated to him, very well at that, that she knew as well. She raised her hand, “Joseph Sansbury.”

Soup tugged down the collar of his shirt, revealing the base of his neck. “Penelope Sweeney.” He replied, barely able to contain his smile, even if he wanted to. And he didn’t want to.

Neither did Peep.

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loved ones, d.d. & v.s.

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Hi!! I love your writing sm you're amazing!!! Can I get a David fic where she's so nice and and always does stuff for all of them like the dishes when she doesn't have to or buys them presents so they all work together to do something nice for her

disclaimer: wholesome fluff.

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One year ago

“Alright, Zane, I think that’s enough alcohol for tonight, baby.” You supported Zane having his arm around your shoulders. “Here, have this.”

Zane made a disgusted face. “What is that?”

“It’s just water, come on, take a sip.” You told him, but immediately rejected it.

Rolling your eyes, you took the cup away and then brought him the same cup again. “Ok fine, have it your way, here’s some vodka.”

And he happily drank all the liquid, which made you laugh and facepalm. “How is it?”

“That’s some tasty drink right there,” He nodded, approving the “vodka”.

“Aw, I’m glad you liked it.” You smiled, taking a paper towel and drying his sweaty forehead. His eyes were barely open and his body was trying to dance to the music, but ended up just moving oddly. “Hey, I have a fun idea. How about we eat some of these chips? I’m feeling reeeeeeally hungry.”

You brought a small packet of regular chips and gave him some to eat, which he obeyed like the good toddler he was.

After taking care of Zane for a couple of hours, he was sobering up and wasn’t going to pass out or have a ridiculous major hangover the next day.

“Thank you for helping me with him, (Y/N).” Heath softly smiled in appreciation.

“No problem, babe. Let me know how he wakes up tomorrow. I already gave him one Advil,” You informed your friend. Heath nodded and walked Zane to the car.

10 months ago

“Psst, hey. Dave, wake up.” You poked David while he was napping rolled into his comforter on the living room couch. He whined, you rolled your eyes. “Come on, you need to take your medicine.”

David mumbled something incomprehensible, but stood up a bit and took the pill and the bottle of water from you, barely opening his eyes. After swallowing it, he nodded in appreciation. “Thank you (Y/N),” Only to fall down on the couch again, sleeping.

Just recovering from a bad case of the flu, you spent part of your days at David’s making sure he was properly taking care of himself, which he usually wasn’t, hence the sickness. You cooked him some soup while he napped and cleaned the dishes for him. Jason came along an hour later to check up on him as well.

“Hey (Y/N), how’s David doing?” Jason approached you on the glass table by the kitchen and hugged you. “Uh, that smells good.”

“He’s been sleeping a lot, but I made sure he took his medicine and is properly eating actual food and not just Chipotle.” You hugged Jason back, stopping your own video editing for a while. “And I just made some soup, you’re more than welcome to join us.”

“David’s really lucky to have a friend like you around. Sometimes he’s just so reckless I want to punch him.” Jason looked at the blob that was David on the couch. “Actually, we’re all very lucky to have you around, you’re always taking care of us.”

“You’re cute, but I’m just being a friend, that’s all. We work so much that we forget that health is actually a real thing.” I laughed, shrugging.

“I’ll go wake him up to eat your soup then.” Jason kissed your head and you got up to pick up some plates.

8 months ago

Todd had his head resting on your lap, eyes closed, feeling your fingers running through his black strands of hair. Somehow he showed up at your door at 2:45 am, completely wasted, after drinking his feelings away because of another fight with Corinna. You were caught in the middle of this tornado since the moment they started to date, always listening to both sides, trying to reason with them and advising in what they should do.

You looked to the orange and pink sky through your living room window, it was probably around 6 am now. You’ve spent all these hours listening to a drunk Todd cry about how sad he was but couldn’t ever properly express his feelings to Corinna.

This time you chose to just listen and wear off the alcohol in his system, giving him water and all the protocol for him not to wake up a bigger mess. Your eyes shut for one second, giving that you were exhausted yourself.

Todd woke up after a couple of minutes and saw you there, taking care of him for the hundredth time again, only to sigh and get up to cook you breakfast.

6 months ago

You had scheduled to meet Kristen for a Saturday brunch, missing your time together. When you arrived, she was already there, Scotty sitting by her side. Instead of being mad, you just smiled watching them together from a far and seeing how much love they had. You reached them, hugged them tight and sat down, spending the next couple of hours talking about everything in your lives.

“Oh, shit, I almost forgot,” You shook your head, quickly slapping yourself in the forehead. “Here, I bought you this!” You smiled.

It was this lovely and big Buddha crystal figure with a lotus flower on the inside. It was written Kristen all over it. The look on her face was priceless and you clapped, excited.

“(Y/N), oh my God. This is amazing! I can’t take this, this looks super expensive.” Stunned by the figure, she didn’t even look at you, just kept admiring it.

“Oh please, yes you’re taking it. I saw this while I was looking for a new clock for my apartment and it was you all over it. I couldn’t not take it!” You smiled, sweetly. “And my channel is doing good, don’t worry about it!”

“What’s the occasion?” Scotty asked with a smile on his face, also appreciating how happy Kristen was.

“Can’t a girl give her best friend a random gift out of the blue just to see her cry?” You shrugged, being a little over dramatic for the joke.

“Oh my Gaaaaaaaah.” Kristen did a fake-cry and whine just to make you laugh.

4 months ago

“Jesus fucking Christ, what is the matter with you people?” You said, breathless. “Why do people do this to themselves willingly.”

Todd and Jeff stopped to laugh at you, a few feet down the hike from them. “Come on now, it’s not that bad.” Jeff joked, waving for you to reach them.

It was the beginning of the year and as much as Todd and Jeff were friends, they were still getting to know each other. You knew both of them, knowing that Todd and Jeff had just been through terrible break ups and could use each other’s help. So you managed to sneakily schedule the first hike they ever did together, using your bad habits as an excuse.

“Don’t look at me like that (Y/N), I’m not gonna carry you again.” Todd shook his head when I gave him my puppy eyes.

“God dammit,” You rolled your eyes and did a little power run to reach them. “Just go easy on me, why don’t ya?”

We kept walking together and a couple of miles in, Todd asked Jeff “So… How have you been since you broke up with Cierra?”

“Basically shit, man.” Jeff answered and they continued to talk about every aspect of their lives.

You smiled to yourself, mentally giving you a high five for your bromance cupid skills.

2 months ago

“Ooh, who’s that guy?” You scrolled through Corinna’s Instagram DMs while she was putting on make up before you both went out. I show her the profile picture for Tfue.

“Oh, it’s this streamer guy that I told you about, he’s nice.” Corinna took one look at it and went back to her make up.

Clearly, I clicked to go to his profile and started going through his pictures and videos. “Oh, he’s cute too. He’s very much your type.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” She chuckled while putting mascara on.

“You know exactly what I mean, don’t play dumb.” I laughed. “And he’s asking you out for next weekend! Why don’t you go out with him?”

“I don’t know (Y/N). I told you I needed to take some time after the whole Todd situation,” Corinna made some excuse.

“You did tell me that and you did take time, Cor. It’s been a few months now,” You knew how lonely she felt and you wanted for her to get back out there. “You’re not instantly going to get married to this guy or whatever other guy you go out with. But I think it’d be fun for you to see some new people, change weathers. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your anxiety rising lately. I know how you tic and you need to be social and have fun to destress.”

Corinna sighed and looked at me. “I hate how you know me so well,”

You shrugged. “I’m very proud of it, to be quite honest.” I made a proud face that made her smile. “C’mon, you have nothing to lose here.”

She gave you a quick smile which was enough for you to accept as a yes. “I’d love to hang out! When are you free? And send.”

“(Y/N)! Did you just message him?” Corinna was half shocked half amused.

“What? No.” You looked like a toddler who was just caught doing something bad.

“Oh my God, give me this.” Taking the phone out of your hand, she looked for his DM. “You’re the worst!”

“I think the words you’re looking for is absolutely unbelievably amazing.” You smiled. “Besides, I have a feeling you’ll be thanking me in the future, so… I do accept thank yous as louboutin shoes by the way.”

You walked out of her bathroom, leaving her chuckling.

Today

“Alright guys, here’s the deal. I just texted (Y/N) and she’s coming to my house.” David was sitting down by the living room with a bunch of the VS behind him. “She’s always taking care of everybody, so we decided to surprise her tonight.”

“Today is her half birthday. We decided to do this today so she wouldn’t suspect anything.” Corinna explained to the camera.

“When she arrived, I’m gonna blindfold her and walk her in,” David informed the viewers. “Then she’s gonna see all of this.”

Taking the camera, David got up from the ground and showed around his house, which was filled with all of the people who loved you and cared for you. The house was completely decorated with Cabaret, with performers and playful activities, which you absolutely adored.

“She’s gonna flip the fuck out,” Jason said to David’s camera. David laughed.

“50 bucks she starts crying,” David wagered.

“I’m on it!” Jeff shook David’s hands.

Once they saw your car parking in front of David’s house, he made his way out of the door, while Jason filmed everything from a hiding spot.

“Hey, thanks for coming!” David smiled at you and hugged you.

“Yeah, no problem. What’s up?” You didn’t even realize anything. Your hair was in a messy bun and you were wearing a clickbait hoodie and sweatpants. Every time one of your friends asked for you to come because they needed help, you never hesitated. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” David laughed, then showing you a black piece of cloth. “I’m really sorry but I have to blindfold you.”

“What?! David, no!” You whined and looked around, looking for the camera. “You don’t even have a camera, what? No! No wild animals! I still have nightmares because of the roaches and the scorpions.”

David laughed. “It’s none of that I promise, don’t you trust me?”

“No.” You blatantly said and the both of you laughed. “Fine, but if it’s something gross I’m going to kick you in the balls.”

“That’s oddly specific. Okay. Come on.” David said as you turned around and he blindfolded you.

Carefully, he helped you get inside the house, positioning you in the middle of the room. All cameras and phones were on you. “Okay, on 3 you can take the blindfold off. 1… 2… 3… go!”

The second that you took it off, everybody yelled “Happy Birthday!!” and popped a bunch of confetti sticks, shooting you with silly string, sour cream and bottled cheese.

“What the fuck?!?! It’s not even my birthday, David!!” You screamed, your eyes closed because there was so much silly string on your face. Everybody just laughed out loud and Corinna came to your rescue with baby wipes to help you regain your sight.

You looked around, seeing everybody and looking at the decoration. “You guys did this all for me? It really isn’t my birthday though, so I feel bad.” You were getting emotional.

“But it is your half birthday!” Natalie popped another confetti.

You did an “O” face. “Of course, I should’ve seen this coming.” You threw one hand up in the air, defeated. “I hate all of you,” You cleaned the tears from your eyes.

“God dammit,” Jeff paid David 50 bucks.

The party went on, you cleaned yourself and said hi to all of your friends, hugging everybody, taking pictures, having drinks and enjoying the night as the center of attention.

[louadorable126]

Cherry Blossom falls on a day dreaming devil - Cyberpunk AU: Part 2

                >>Soon to be its own spin off fan fic!<<

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Hello there! >U.U<7

So finally back to publish the second part of my Cyberpunk AU story! 

I’ve really had lot of fun writing in this universe, so I’ve decided to spin this off into its own fan fic! So when I get around to publishing Chapter 3, I will most defiantly bundle in these first two chapters, so people can catch up! :D

So please do keep an eye out for that! It would be much appreciated!

Moving on, I am happy to say there is quite a bit of Vergil content in this chapter! (Yay!) And I do hope to have him feature much more prominently from here on out! 

I’ll also be including a sample in the bottom of this post again. So please enjoy that!

Anyway, I won’t keep you any longer! Please enjoy!

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Summary:

Cyberpunk AU - In a city controlled by the generally altered race of Demons, Lady's life as a mercenary on the lower floor was never easy. Especially when she ran into Dante. A demon on the hunt for his missing brother.

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Important information!

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Realtionships: Dante x Lady, Vergil x Lady

Characters: Lady (Devil May Cry), Dante (Devil May Cry), Vergil (Devil May Cry) Morrison (Devil May Cry), Nell Goldstien (Devil May Cry) Eva (Devil May Cry), Sprada (He’s mentioned bless him), Mundus (Also Mentioned)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Genetic Engineering, Sci-fi Fantasy, Strip Clubs and Strippers, Dystopia, Seizures, Flirting, Eva and Sprada are alive! :D

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“Boys~ Breakfast is ready!”

The smoky musk of cooked bacon was potent throughout the house that morning, as Dante rushed down the manor’s grand stairwell. He was half dressed, only barely managing to get a plain white shirt over his head, before he sleepily stumbled into the kitchen. His guardian was never too pleased when he arrived shirtless at breakfast.

“Mornin’ Eva.” Dante yawned tiredly, standing hunched over in the kitchen door frame. His vision was blurry with fatigue, as he gazed over at the charming woman, happily cooking on an old fashioned stove across the room.

Upon hearing his voice, she spun around to face him with a flourish of her dress. “Ah! There you are Dante!” She beamed brightly.

Eva Redgrave was certainly a beautiful woman for her age. With her blond hair tied back into a loose ponytail; her deceivingly youthful face was on full display in the gentle, sunlight pouring in through the kitchen window. 

She wore a surprisingly formal dress, almost as though she had gone to a ball the previous night and was still wearing her tight fitted, delicately embroiled, golden dress. The collar being mainly composed of a see-through, skin coloured material - that made it look as though golden vines grew up around her neck. It was extremely impractical, but his old man never once questioned his Nanny’s choice of everyday clothing. Even if Dante suspected it was just a side effect of going mad from being trapped in this house all these years.

Her gentle emerald gaze slipped past Dante for a moment - gazing beyond the kitchen door anxiously, despite the bright smile on her crimson lips.

This minor eye movement didn’t go unnoticed however, as Dante started back at her with an equally fabricated smile. She’s worrying about him again. Crap!

Dante wasn’t exactly the most punctual of people. A fact that was well known throughout his family, and may as well be a law of nature at this point. He would always arrive late to anything remotely timed. Having barely a care in the world as onlookers would on in annoyance. It was part of his mystique, and he was proud of it. 

His brother, on the other hand, was the complete polar opposite. He was never late to even the most informal of meetings. In fact, he would most often be the one scolding Dante for his slacker antics.

So for him to either turn up late, or even miss breakfast entirely for four days straight - certainly hinted that something was amiss with Vergil. A fact, that while concerning for Dante, had practically sent Eva into a spiralling anxiety.

He could clearly see how Eva’s hands were tightly clenched together. Her knuckles grew more white by the second, as she took more subtle glances behind Dante. Waiting impatiently for his brother to appear. So much so, she had completely forgotten about the steaming pan next to her - that looked as though it were about to catch on fire.

“Hey, uh- are you watching that pan?” Dante quickly pointed out. Gesturing to the pan with an awkward glance.

“Ah!” Almost imminently his nanny spun around and quickly turned off the stove. Hurriedly putting on a pair of floral oven gloves, that were hanging off the oven’s rail and swiftly moving the overheating pan onto a cooling mat beside her. “Phew! That was a close call! Thanks for reminding me!”

“Hey! No worries, Eva! Hopefully breakfast is still in one piece!” Dante chuckled heartily.

“Oh, I should think it is!” Eva reassured, waving away the cloud of smoke fuming up from the pan, and taking a quick peek inside. “In fact, I think it looks far better for it! The bacon seems remarkably crispy!” 

The blond woman grabbed a wooden spatula from a nearby pot of utensils, and poked the pan’s contents curiously. "I might have to do this more often...”

“What? Almost setting the house on fire? Don’t think dad will be too pleased!” Dante joked cheekily, as he walked over to his old fashioned, wooden seat and sat down.

“You cheeky boy!” Eva smirked over her shoulder at him. Putting down her spatula on the kitchen counter’s sleek, marble surface. “You know your father could have this place rebuilt in a matter of days if he wanted it too!”

“Heh, you're not wrong about that!” 

And she wasn’t. 

Despite the rustic, old fashioned appearance of the Manor House. All it really was, was a collection trillions of nanobots arranged in the image of a grand home. Nothing Dante touched - be it the tiled floor he walked barefoot on, the wooden table he was currently resting his arms on, or the ornately carved ceiling above him - was actually real.

It was a common technology used throughout the upper floor. Allowing for architectural wonders to be created, that by no means should be able to exist. It certainly showed off their technological prowess to all their neighbouring cities. But while the clean cut, clinical, futuristic style was most commonly used by any sane demonic architect. His dad was….far more flamboyant. Insisting that his house be styled off an old-fashioned Georgian manor house, surrounded by fine countryside for as far as the eye could see. 

Well…as far as the holo-deck's dome allowed anyway!

A few moments later, a plate of food - what looked to be a full English breakfast - appeared in Dante’s field of peripheral vision. Surprised, he quickly glanced up to find Eva smiling back at him, as she put down a pair of silverware beside him. When she turned back to the kitchen counter to load up a second plate of food. 

The demon picked up his knife and fork, and began to inhale the meal with ravenous glee. Tearing into the crispy strips of bacon and ripping them to shreds in a matter of seconds, before letting out a joyous sound of glee at its delicious taste.

“Dante?” His nanny asked all of a sudden. Carefully placing down the second plate of breakfast next to Dante; before sitting down heavily on the wooden chair across from him, with a loud creak.

“Yeah Eva?” He responded in a muffled voice. His mouth stuffed full of small mushrooms as he looked up at her.

“Do you think Vergil’s going to come downstairs soon?” Eva asked nervously. Once again gazing out of the kitchen door with an anxious expression on her face.

Dante gulped down the remainder of his food and he slowly lowered his knife and fork. He knew he had to say something. Anything that could at least act as a gentle reassurance for her. Even if Dante himself couldn’t guarantee brother was actually going to show up at all.

“He’s...probably just fixing up his hair. You know how Verge is about those kinds of things!” Dante slicked back his hair in a mocking fashion, before shrugging. “He’s a princess! Can’t leave the bathroom unless everything about him is perfect!”

“I can hear you, brother.” Snapped a familiar, nasally voice. Accompanied by the sound of the garden door slamming shut behind him. 

The pair quickly turned their heads at the sound. Finding Vergil standing there, the stark opposite in appearance to how his hot-headed brother had just lovingly jokes. To the point it made Dante’s hardened stomach feel grossly uneasy at the sight of him.

He looked…exhausted. As though he had been running around all night without a wink of sleep. His deep blue eyes were bloodshot with fatigue; framed by heavy bags of skin drooping underneath.

His usually pristine hair was a disheveled mess. Only barely managing to maintain its stubbornly slicked back form, as his stray, silvery locks dropped dead with exhaustion around their master's face. A face that clearly had remained unshaven for the past few days, if the stubble peaking up around his hard jawline were anything to go by.

Jesus christ Verge! Where the hell have you been?! Dante shouted loudly in his head. Opening up his mouth to let out a silent scream of shock at the state of his brother.

“Ah….Good morning Vergil!” Eva exclaimed in a jolly, yet uncertain tone, as she got up from her chair and strolled over to him. It seemed as though he was struggling to keep his balance, leaning ever so slightly against the stone doorframe. Not seeming all that there, as Eva reached up to touch  his cheek. Her fingertips barely making contact with his freezing skin. “Are you alright dear? You look far too pale-“

“It's none of your concern, Eva!” He growled angrily, as he grabbed a hold of her delicate wrist and ripped it away from his face.

It only took him a second of contemplation, in the awkward silence that followed the shocking incident, to suddenly comprehend what he had just done. A horrified expression shooting up his face, as he quickly averted his blurry gaze towards the tiled ground; bowing his head shamefully before the blond woman. His voice painfully soft as he spoke; "I’m…..doing just fine.”

He hesitantly stumbled past Eva, towards his assigned chair. Taking a quick glance at Dante’s half eaten plate with a solemn gaze. “I see you've made breakfast. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it back sooner"

“Oh, don’t worry about it!” Eva reassured softly. Waving away his concerns with her hand. "I’ve only just served it up, so it should still be warm."

Vergil slumped down onto his chair, and ran a hand through his hair tiredly. After a moment of hesitation, he delicately picked up his fork and took an uneasy bite out of a slice of bacon. Dante could have sworn his twin was about to throw up, as he painstakingly gulped down his food, with an uncomfortable shiver. His face twisting in vile rejection of the substance entering his digestive system.

He can’t keep that up for long with Eva around. She’s going to expect him to eat the whole thing. Dante quickly glanced up at his Nanny ideally twiddling her thumbs, as she patiently observed his twin eat from behind.  I’ve got to get her to leave somehow.

“Hey Eva, can you leave us for a bit? Kinda wanna to discuss super secret military business with Verge!” Dante asked nonchalantly. Keeping a close eye on his ill-looking brother, as he struggled to down yet another bite of bacon.

“Sure! The laundry should be done about now.” Eva nodded in agreement, strolling over to the kitchen door. "Enjoy your meal boys! I’ll be back soon!”

When the pair couldn’t hear the sound of her heels anymore, the brothers let out a collective sigh of relief. Vergil imminently put down his cutlery, and rubbed his aching temples with his thumbs. "Thank you, Dante. I wasn’t particularly in the mood for eating right now-“

“What the hell have you been up too!?” Dante snapped accusingly. Slamming his hand down onto the table. “You’ve been worrying Eva sick these past few days!”

Vergil was visibly taken aback by his brother's sudden outburst, a look of panic - with the slightest hint of guilt - sneaking onto his face for just a moment, until his usual stoic demeanor could take over again. His stern eyes now sent a cold glare towards Dante, defying any hint of emotion that he might have shown moments before.“Did no one inform you? I’ve been put on double shifts for assignments until father gets back from Vigrid.”

A lie. Even at the time, Dante had thought it odd his twin had been given assignments without him. Their father had forced his hand a long time ago, to allow for the pair to always be assigned to missions together. 

Sure, there had been times when they had been on separate missions. But that was normally because one of them was severely injured (Dante still swore it wasn’t his fault Vergil had fallen off that building. It...was just that the wind was far too strong that day!) and required a couple of days off to recuperate.

It was only later, when he had been asking around dispatch, that he learnt that no missions had been posted for either of them. That Vergil had been making the whole thing up to hide what he had truly been up too. Why hadn’t he noticed sooner?

Yet, despite this foresight, Dante found himself blurting out a familiar set of lines without thinking. His eyebrows raised in suspicion; “Seems kinda strange that I wasn’t invited along for the party! You sure they didn’t want me too?"

“They….wanted someone with...negotiation skills. Somebody who could speak subtly with culture and nuance. Something I know you particularly struggle with, brother.” Vergil stated bluntly. A tired smirk playing on his lips.

“You wound me, bro!” Dante cried dramatically, clutching his chest with a childish pout. “Come on! You know the babes love me down there!”

Vergil ignored his younger twin’s ramblings, and shook his head with a sigh. “They didn’t want you, ok? Can we just leave it at that?”

“Sure! But seriously Verge, you’ve got to take better care of yourself. You’re a complete mess right now!” Dante gestured to all of Vergil’s unkempt being with his hand. A concerned look uncharacteristically etched into his boyish features. "I’ve never seen you look so- well….scruffy! It's just so unlike you!”

Vergil looked incredibly self-conscious - as though he had only just become blatantly aware of the severity of his appearance. Without hesitating, he slicked back his messy locks with one hand. Trying to preserve what little of his dignity remained, as his ghostly pale cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Awkwardly adjusting the embroidered cufflinks of his rich blue, velvet coat; as he spoke in a breathy voice, ladened with hidden stress beneath its surface: 

“I….I will, Dante. Just please give me a little more time-“

A cheerful knock at the kitchen door cut him off. Startled, the twins quickly turned face the door. Seeing the pale shadow of their matriarch peeking out behind it.

“The washing’s done!” Eva’s gentle voice chirped from outside the room. “Am I allowed to come back in boys?"

“Yeah we’re good now, Eva! You can come back in!” Dante called out.

A second or so later, their Nanny walked into the room holding a basket of washing under her arm; her golden ponytail flowing behind her. The clicking of her high heels swiftly came to a sudden stop however, when she caught sight of the boys untouched plates. She raised her eyebrow curiously.

“Have you been forgetting your food over all that military talk? You know life isn't just about fighting, boys! Even if your father certainly makes it seem that way these days."

Crap! I completely forgot about the food! Dante almost wanted to mentally slap himself for his stupidity - and given the searing glance Vergil gave him, he certainly wanted to do the same. As the pair awkwardly looked down at their now less-than-steaming plates. Neither not really knowing what to do.

Dante began to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, as he blindly stumbled around his mind for a suitable cover answer. “Ah yeah…sorry about that-“

“I’m done with eating, Eva. I’m afraid my appetite isn’t exactly all that there today.” Vergil admitted honestly. Pushing his plate across the wooden table towards her.

Wordlessly, Eva slid her hand beneath its ceramic surface and lifted it from the table ever so slightly - looking as though she was going to simply head straight for the kitchen bin, and cast away the plate's delicious contents into its murky deaths. But when the plate simply hovered in the air, Eva gently placed a soothing hand onto Vergil’s broad shoulder. The elder twin let out a startled sound, and quickly tilted his head up to look at her.

“You know, that’s exactly what your father used to say to me.” Eva chuckled lovingly. A dreamy look in her gentle eyes, as she gazed down at the young man. Reminiscence of a distant past playing on her lips. “He'd often forget his food because he was talking so much back then.”

All of a sudden, Vergil’s muscles grew stiff beneath Eva’s fingertips. A strange look of horrifying realisation crossing his features, as though he had just solved some grand conspiracy theory - or at least gained a cursed insight into one, with how unsettled he appeared. His deep blue eyes wide in disbelief, as his pinkish lips trembled with temptation. A forbidden question itching to leave his mouth.

Without saying a word, he bluntly rose from his chair; causing Eva’s hand to slip pitifully from his shoulder. His face was clouded in shadow, as he practically ran out of the room and into the hallway.

“Hey Verge! Where the hell are you going?” Dante yelled, throwing his hands down onto the table and quickly rising from his chair, perusing his irrational twin. Rushing past the elegant nanny, who stood there in stunned silence, her fallen hand barely reaching out after the elder twin but soon retreating back to her side. An expression of hurt marring her beautiful features, as she shook her head mutely in defeat.

Dante practically threw himself out into the grand hallway. His right shoulder colliding with the kitchen door painfully as he did so, causing a hiss of pain to escape his mouth. But he didn’t stop moving. He simply couldn’t. Vergil was never this irrational. Never this secretive. Something was horribly wrong, and every inch of Dante’s identical body screamed at him to do something about it. Even if that meant forcibly tackling his unstable twin to the ground, and forcing him to spill the beans before he tried something stupid!

“Vergil get back here!” Dante cried out, desperately trying to gain ground on his brother as the pair ran down the insanely long corridor. At least if felt that way to Dante. Every step his twin took, it felt as though he needed to take six more to catch up with him.

Yet, the younger twin’s pleas did nothing to slow his brother’s pace, as his long blue trench coat fluttered elegantly behind his fleeing form. Finally managing to reach the mansion’s ancient front door only to find it locked.

Now’s my chance! Dante thought determinedly, as a wild, fang-like grin appeared on his face. Watching his elder brother flounder with the out of place steel keypad beside the front door. Frantically tapping its buttons, with the occasional worried glanced over his shoulder; as Dante closed in on his helpless prey.

Yet, just as Dante got within touching distance of his brother’s azure coat. Vergil spun around with an inhuman efficiency, and kneed his little brother hard in the crotch.

“Aw, fuck!” Dante whimpered. His eyes rolling into the back of his head from the sheer pain emanating from his nether regions, as he crashed dramatically to the ground. Curling up into a tight ball as he withered in pain. All his previous bloodlust lost, as any remaining energy he had left drained from his body.

Dante weakly lifted his head. His vision hazy from the pain and hair falling in front of his face, as he saw his brother’s silhouette standing over him. The bright artificial sunlight emanating out from behind him giving him a ghostly, almost angelic appearance. In a way that almost made Dante question whether he ever truly existed. As stupid as that thought was.

“I’ll see you again soon….little brother” Vergil uttered ominously. Before he started to walk away into nothingness. The room now has a white box. Growing unbearably brighter and brighter with every second that passed.

“Vergil….you’ve gotta come back. Please!” Dante wheezed weakly, as he shakily reached into the plain white nothingness that now lay before him. His every cry growing quiet and quieter in comparison to the void’s high pitch buzzing. The sound of a heartbeat banging erratically in his ears like an overworked war drum.

All of a sudden, the louder clatter of pots and pans crashing to the ground smashed through the nightmarish illusion; it's sound far too crisp and real compared to the floatiness unreality of the world around Dante. Soon accompanied by a familiar feminine voice yelling-

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[7-wonders]

Ok last one, for real, you’re the owner of a small, new coffee shop. One day Duncan comes in and your new barista fucks up his order. He gets pissed because it’s been a stressful morning. In response, he starts yelling at your barista. You hear the commotion and tell him to cut that shit out. He’s like I’m a DuNcAn ShEpHeRd !!! You’re confused bc who is he and why do you care so you kick him out. He’s embarrassed but impressed with you attitude and then comes back the next day to make amends.

Duncan had not had a good morning. Between getting his ass chewed by Bill about “knowing his place”--code for Duncan not being a ‘real Shepherd’--after an unproductive board meeting, his dry cleaning not being picked up like he had instructed, and a mountain of paperwork, he was desperate to escape his office. At 10:15 on the dot he’s in the elevator and out of the building, heading straight for a new coffee shop three blocks south of his office.

He had a habit of trying out every coffee shop in the greater D.C. area. It started in his college days, where he would seek out the quietest places to study, and had evolved into a genuine hobby of his. He had his own little system for how he would rank each shop, from music to drink quality, ambiance to artwork, even down to if the shop was too hot or too cold. It’s one of his favorite ways to unwind, and he’s had his eye on this coffee shop for the last week.

From the moment he opens the door, he’s impressed. The music isn’t too upbeat, nor is it death metal (a surprising amount of locally-owned coffee shops played solely death metal music). It’s a nice mix of indie and alternative rock, with a slower Shinedown song playing quietly on the speakers. There’s large shelves with a variety of books stacked on them, encouraging patrons to borrow while they enjoy their drink, and welcoming them to take a book as long as they leave a new one in its place.

“Hi there, what can I get for you today?” The barista, a young girl who looks like she’s still a teenager, says brightly.

“Large Americano, three extra shots of espresso.”

She nods, tapping buttons on the register. “$4.15.”

Not a bad price for a large coffee with extra shots, but Duncan’s never worried too much about price. The girl’s eyes widen when he hands her his black AmEx card, looking down in an attempt not to show how surprised she is.

“Can I get a name for your order, sir?”

“Duncan.” He cringes at the fact that this actual child just referred to him as ‘sir,’ taking his card back from her and going to peruse the bookshelves. 

It’s only a couple of minutes before the barista is calling out his name, Duncan being one of the only patrons in the store. He gives her a tight smile as he’s handed his drink, turning around to leave and taking a sip at the same time. Immediately, he’s coughing at the bitter taste of his coffee. 

“Excuse me?” Any sort of polite attitude that he had is long gone as he slams the cup back down in front of the register. “How the fuck did you manage to screw up my order so bad?”

The smile falls off of the barista’s face, a distraught expression replacing it. “But you ordered a large Americano with extra shots--”

“Yes, and I’ve never tasted such a bitter Americano before.” His voice starts to raise. Duncan knows he shouldn’t be speaking to her like this, the girl shaking as he begins to basically yell at her. He knows it’s rude, and there’s probably a million different reasons why she might have messed up his order, but this is the cherry on top of his stressful morning. “Jesus Christ, did you make this solely with fucking espresso and nothing else?”

The door separating the kitchen from the cafe swings open. You storm out, the anger palpable on your face as you stand next to your barista. Your barista, a 16-year-old named Deirdre who worked mornings before she went to school (she had an open first block), is on the verge of tears. You had been eavesdropping with every intention of letting her handle it herself, but once this customer started yelling, all bets were off.

“Hi,” you say tersely, “any reason why you’re yelling at my barista?”

“Your barista, if you can even call her that, managed to make the worst Americano I’ve ever had.”

You turn towards Deirdre. “What happened?”

“I-I might have put a-an extra shot in his drink, I don’t know! He had gotten three extra shots, and I was distracted with an online order coming in, and I’m so sorry--”

“Hey, go into the back and cool down, okay? You’re fine.” She nods, disappearing into the kitchen before she actually starts crying in front of this customer.

“You’re not going to do anything?” he asks in disbelief.

“Oh no, I am. Who the hell do you think you are to come in here, yelling and cursing at a sixteen-year-old who made a simple mistake? Did nobody teach you manners or common decency growing up?”

“What gives you the right to talk to me like this?”

“The fact that I own this coffee shop, that’s what. Which means, as owner, that I can refuse service to anyone.” You point at the door. “Get out.”

“I’m Duncan Shepherd, you can’t just kick me out!” He phrases it like you should immediately be apologizing and begging for forgiveness, but you’ve never heard that name in your life.

“Cool, and I’m (Y/N). Now get out of my shop before I call the police and have you banned from the premises.”

The man--Duncan--clenches his jaw before huffing out of your shop without another word. You sigh in relief, leaning back against the counter before calling another barista up to cover the front while you go to check on Deirdre.

The moment that Duncan leaves, he’s rife with embarrassment. He doesn’t know what came over him, and he feels like an ass. He’s never done something like that, and it honestly made him feel a bit like his Uncle Bill. He’s also mildly impressed with the owner, (Y/N). She kicked him out without a second thought, showing no recognition towards his name and not caring in the slightest whether he was important, just that he was verbally assaulting (yes, that’s what it was, no matter how much he hated to admit it) one of her employees.

When you’re doing inventory the next day, the bell chiming as someone opens the door propels you to the front of the house. Your barista’s on his lunch break right now, and there’s a half an hour until your other barista arrives for the afternoon shift and you can go home and get some rest. Your “customer service” face disappears when you see that it is no customer, but the man who you kicked out yesterday.

“I thought I told you to leave?” You give him your best glare, but it’s hard when years of customer service work has trained you to always be friendly.

“That was yesterday,” he attempts a joke, but you just raise your eyebrows as if to say that it’s not funny. “Um, I just came by to apologize. Not only to you, but to the barista that worked yesterday. There’s no excuse for how I reacted, and I’ve beat myself up about it since then. I’m truly sorry, and I’ll come by and apologize to the barista too, if you can tell me when she works again.”

You cross your arms, staring at him for a long moment before nodding. “Thank you for apologizing, I appreciate that. Deirdre works again tomorrow, same shift, if you’d like to come by again.”

“Thank you so much, (Y/N).” You’re a little shocked that he remembered your name, and it must have shown on your face. “I’m pretty good with names, especially when they’re attached to such a pretty face.”

You narrow your eyes, but the flustered look on your face proves that his flirtatious attitude got to you. “Get out of here before I kick you out again.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” he calls before leaving, the door swinging closed behind him and leaving you with a racing heart and heated cheeks.