#but for some reason I was always under the impression that they were a team and you had to fight them both

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 242

Day 14 of October prompts: ritual

[barcaatthemoon]

caught || jenni hermoso x reader ||

you and jenni get caught breaking one the team's "no hotel sex" rule.

minors dni, 18+, smut ahead

jenni was going to be the death of you. nobody could know about the two of you, especially not alexia. it was easier to sneak around after trading room assignments to bunk with jenni, but you had indirectly put yourself directly next to alexia's room. you knew that alexia and jenni were on good terms after their breakup, but you also knew that she'd probably flip shit if she found out the two of you were together.

alexia had always been like a big sister to you. she had taken you under her wing whenever the two of you were growing up together. you were just as much a part of her family as her actual sister. alexia and alba had looked out for you like nobody else was willing to. they saw past your troublesome last name and turbulent family life, and for that, you'd never be able to repay her. and you knew that sleeping with her ex was not a good start.

"jenni, stop," you hissed as you pushed jenni away from you. the two of you had been away from each other for quite some time. jenni's transfer to pachuca had come as a bit of a shock to you, despite her having brought it up. the two of you hadn't been serious then, but jenni had confessed that she loved you enough to make the distance work.

"why? i have waited so long to have you in my arms again. must you be so cruel as to make me wait even longer?" jenni asked dramatically. you rolled your eyes as you pulled yourself out of her grip. it was hard on you too, but it would be even harder for you if alexia heard the two of you through the walls.

"i know that look in your eyes jenni. we have to be quiet, and that look means nothing but trouble." you understood now why alexia had a tendency to be a bit stressed. jenni may have been older than you, but the woman was a lot more carefree than you were capable of. the team occasionally teased you about it, claiming that you could be worse than alexia was about being so strict.

"relax, mi amor, there's no reason for you to be so wound up," jenni told you. she sat up on her knees on the bed in front of you. you sighed longingly as she pulled her shirt off and tossed it onto the ground. "see? you want me too, so please just come back over here."

"jenni, you have to keep your hands to yourself," you told her. she nodded as she sat back on the bed. you didn't trust her to keep her word, but you still came over and joined her on her bed.

impressively, jenni did manage to keep her word. you had made her promise you to keep her hands to herself, but had said absolutely nothing about her mouth. jenni's mouth littered kisses and little bites all over your neck. you were in the process of telling her to back away a bit when a moan replaced the words on the tip of your tongue. that noise ended up being the catalyst to jenni completely losing her composure.

she pinned you down onto the bed, grinding herself against your thigh as she pushed the bottom of your shirt up. you could feel the heat from jenni's core against your thigh as she started to get herself off. jenni wouldn't finish that way, but she knew how easily it worked you up to know how turned on jenni was. you wanted to pretend that it wasn't working, but jenni knew better.

"i want to feel you," jenni said, her lips pressed against yours. you pushed her off of your body just enough to allow your clothes to easily come off. jenni could have ripped them off of you, you were certain of it, but that would have raised a lot of questions. you had practice later in the afternoon and would need your kit then.

jenni let out an appreciative hum as her eyes settled on your body. she took in every inch of bare skin and defined muscle. her hands groped at your breasts as her lips met yours in one more heated kiss. after the kiss was broken, jenni spread open your legs and settled in between them.

"i've wanted this for so long," jenni said as she placed a couple of playful bites to the inside of your thighs. you jumped at the sensation with small yelps. jenni was smirking as she ran her fingers through your folds, spreading the wetness from your entrance. jenni withdrew her finger and pushed it past her lips to suck your arousal off of it.

"don't tease, and i believe that i said to keep your hands to yourself," you chastised. jenni took that as a challenge as she put her hands behind her back. you knew that jenni didn't need her hands, and if anything, she'd be even more ruthless with you for the sass. jenni didn't take your brattiness lightly, but you had never really gone far enough to warrant any sort of punishment before.

"you can cover your own mouth then," jenni said smugly. you knew from the new and very dangerous look in her eye that you were fucked. jenni was going to have you screaming out her name, and she was highly unlikely to stop until you were actually doing so.

jenni opted out of any softness or teasing, instead choosing to get right to things by running her tongue against your clit. she knew that even without her hands, she could have you cumming within minutes. it was unfair sometimes how easily jenni hid her dominance in the bedroom around people. you had gone into the relationship expecting her to be all smiles and jokes like she was everywhere else, only to be fucked within an inch of your sanity when you started hooking up with each other.

"you taste so good, mi amor," jenni told you. the small break was not nearly enough for you to collect your bearings. jenni's tongue work had your head spinning in the same little circles it was making. your hips bucked wildly as you ground yourself against jenni's mouth. every bit of the situation made you feel a little pathetic, but you knew that jenni loved it. she loved hearing the breathy little noises that you made as the air was forced out of your lungs. she loved the way that you rode her face with such a devout desperation.

"jenni, please. jenni, i'm gonna cum. jenni!" you were screaming at the top of your lungs. there was no way that alexia and mapi didn't both hear you through the walls. there was also no way that they didn't know exactly what was going on. you were doubtful that the entire floor didn't just find out you and jenni were together from that. even jenni looked a little sheepish when she rose up from between your legs. "fuck."

"hey, don't worry mi vida, it's okay," jenni muttered as she moved to lay beside you. she pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly until the two of you were interrupted by loud knocking. jenni was wearing the most clothing, so she was the one to go over to the door while you got yourself redressed. "ale, what a surprise. can i do something for you, capitana?"

"where is (y/n)?" alexia asked. you scrambled to finish putting on your clothes before opening up the door the rest of the way. alexia looked between the two of you, a slight frown on her face.

"what's the matter ale?" you asked. alexia reached out and grabbed the bottom hem of your shirt, which definitely wasn't one that belonged to you. "ale, i can explain."

"don't worry, there is nothing to explain, i understand what is going on here. that is why jenni has to pack her things and go room with mapi for the rest of camp. you both know the rules, and that we have them for a reason." alexia sent an accusatory glare towards jenni. you had heard rumors about how the rule had been put in place, and as you looked between the exes, you realized that they were true.

"i'll see you later mi amor," jenni said as she pressed a kiss to your cheek. you sighed as you watched her pack up her things. alexia stood by the door until jenni was gone before she came fully inside and set her bag on the bed where your things were laying.

"hey, that one's mine!" you argued. alexia sent you a knowing look, having once been in your position before. "fine, this one smells like jenni anyway."

"i'm sure it smells like a lot of things," alexia grumbled under her breath.

[nouvxllev]

Hi, just wanna say I love your stuff! I was wondering if you’d do a Jenna x reader who is the daughter of Winona Ryder and Jenna meets her on the set of Beetlejuice 2. Winona acting as a wing woman for Jenna.

head over heels, your hand over mine

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^ request!

Words: 5.0k

Warnings: longer than i intended it to be

a/n: first of all... tysm!!! and second of all, thank you for the request!! means alot to me and i wrote it to the best of my abilities, hope you'll like it!!!

seq. || masterlist

Shit, shit, shit...

Jenna cursed under her breath as she practically hammered down the first-floor button as if that was going to make it go faster.

She glanced over to the indicator right above the door, the numbers slowly inching towards the ground floor. Her foot kept directing her side to side in the elevator, a stressed back-and-forth pace she caught herself on all while she gripped the Beetlejuice 2 script right in her hands, the paper almost being punctured with holes and such.

Jenna could almost blame herself for this.

Actually, she does. She damned herself so much she wouldn't be surprised if she got hit by a bus, really.

It wasn't any other day you'd get a role in Beetlejuice, 2, might she add, and even landing the role of the daughter of Winona Ryder who is possibly one of the most outstanding actresses out there and a 90s icon.

And now she's just slightly fucking it up with first impressions with how she's atleast 10 minutes late to their set because she spent her entire night in reading and rereading the script over and over until she perfected her lines to the point it's probably better if she'd just make Beetlejuice herself.

When the doors slid open, Jenna bolted out until she made her way to the entrance, her hand tightly clutching that damn script and her other gripping the strap of her bag.

Fumbling with her phone to call an Uber, she couldn't help but grimace at the thousands upon thousands of texts saying that she was late and her alarm clocks repeatedly being turned on to snooze just minutes before.

Of course, this day of all days just so happened to be the day that the universe decided that it had a grudge on Jenna for whatever reason because all Ubers were somehow booked and it would probably take atleast 30 minutes for another one.

So, like the hardworking actress she is determined to get a first impression even with punctuality falling behind her, she ran.

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It wasn't long, thank-fucking-god, till Jenna got to set. She slowed her pace a little when she saw the cameras and people surrounding a particular area.

She took a moment to compose herself as she approached them, smoothing down her pants and fixing her hair all while she tried to catch her breath before possibly collapsing on the ground. The crew members spared her a glance, how comforting, even if they all had concerned looks on their faces.

Jenna always worked with such talented actors and directors, and now here she was working with Winona Ryder meanwhile she was looking like she ran a marathon on the side while going to set.

"You're here!" Winona called out, lowering the script in her hands while she offered a warm smile. "We almost thought there were some complications in your schedule."

The young actress offered a sheepish smile, embarrassment flowing in her mind as she offered a weak hand gesture. "I'm so sorry, all Ubers were somehow booked and I woke up late." She admitted before introducing herself. "I'm Jenna. Ortega." She added.

Winona chuckled, "No worries. The tech team is sorting out some equipment issues, so it's a bit of free time right now." She explained, offering a handshake. "Winona Ryder. Your mother. Well, on-screen." She joked while Jenna laughed with it.

"God, sorry if I look worn out. I really admire your work, it's all so amazing." Jenna took her hand, reciprocating the gesture. She was almost going to add something until a figure approached Winona, looking like a split-perfect resemblance of her. And oh how she did the fastest double-take in her whole life.

"Oh, right!" Winona pulled, possibly the most prettiest and gorgeous, girl Jenna has laid eyes on in her 21 years of continuous breathing by the shoulders and pushed her in front of the young actress. Now life without you suddenly looks like something she just completely wasted her precious time on.

Just by looking at Winona and how excitement reflected in her eyes, Jenna could tell how much she beamed with pride for her daughter; it made her heart swell.

"Meet my daughter, Y/n."

There were things Jenna should do when she meets someone. She introduces herself in a calm manner and maybe engage in some friendly talk with them whether if it's the most awkward-est thing in her life or one of the moments she'd like to spend forever in.

What she shouldn't do is slowly have a mid-introduction nosebleed, completely throw out the knowledge that she has the ability to speak and say words while her mouth is half-agape and her eyes wide and never blinking. This rule seems to be more strict when she's convinced she has met the love of your life.

It's safe to say that Jenna checked all the boxes on the latter.

Jenna met your gaze, and oh how that was the stupidest decision she had ever made in her entire life. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, breath caught in her throat, she tried to speak for a second but nothing came. It was like she was drowning but in the best way possible. And also falling head over heels in the worst way possible.

It's concerning how she almost wants to drop down and marry you on the spot; she's already rehearsing her vows inside her brain.

Jenna raised her hand, a shaky one at that, to offer a handshake. "I'm Jenny," she managed to squeak out, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at fumbling her own damn name. "I mean, Jenna! Sorry, not Jenny. I'm Jenna. Jenna Ortega." Oh, fuck, please just slit my throat already.

In every bad and awkward introduction, there's always someone from the other line slightly concerned but plays with it.

Your eyes crinkled, a bright sight to see that would put all sunrises to shame, and your lips parted like how the clouds part after a gloomy day, letting out a laugh that calmed Jenna's heart almost immediately. It was still running and skipping a fuck ton of beats per second, but your laugh seemed to warm it all.

"I'm Y/n, of course." You held Jenna's faltering eye contact as you reciprocated her gesture, "I'm really only here to accompany my mom," you explained. Please stay here forever. Better yet, be with me. Jenna almost said.

You shook her hand in the most softest way possible, her palm fitting right into yours. "Can't believe I met you, honestly." Jenna heard you mutter under your breath, a squeal following it.

Oh, if falling head over heels over you was a sin, she'd gladly be the epitome of something so mortal.

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And that was only a week ago. Just imagine how much internal panic she goes through whenever she sees you now.

Jenna repeatedly cursed under her breath, staring at the reflection of herself in the mirror as she gripped the cold parts of the sink, glaring at herself in complete thought.

Almost so serious as if her mind wasn't battling with something so completely stupid she'd rather drown in self-pity and misery.

Jenna Ortega, deemed as America's #1 IT girl who practically swooned all seven continents by now, almost had a near anaphylactic shock when her hand grazed over yours and how you gave her possibly the most sweetest and soul-crushing smile with that stupidest crinkle in your eye to ever exist on this damned earth, holy fuck.

Why should she be so head over heels for you?

She lowered her head in defeat, a heavy sigh escaping her as the same image of your smile flickered in her mind, and now a stupid grin from your stupid image graced her lips.

It was only a week in being on the Beetlejuice set, and she damn near lost her mind.

You were always there, well of course you were there since you were Winona Ryder's daughter, but she didn't expect to be so obsessed with you to the point she needs to go to the bathroom to silently scream whenever she hears or sees your intoxicating smile.

It's sweet. Almost endearing to her.

As if she even has the right to even think about you in that way.

Jenna stepped outside, patting her hands dry by the hem of her shirt. her name already being called out by the directors, their voices only getting louder and louder until it dwindled down to nothing and she could only assume that Winona stopped them, it was still her break after all. She was almost like a real mother to her, a comforting one at that.

She started to take a pattern in her steps before she saw you sitting on the railings of the trailer. More importantly, Jenna's trailer.

Okay, she shouldn't have seen this as a sign from the universe that you liked her back, but she did and that was all the hope that the fate or whatever deity could do because she was too desperate and too drunk on the lack of attention and attraction you were giving her.

But how could she not do that when you look so perfect just being... you? Being everything she wanted? Needed? Just being so damn perfect almost feels like Jenna could die.

"You like my daughter, don't you."

Jenna looked behind her, the sudden voice that crept being Winona, the mother of the daughter she had been smitten for, a noticeable faint smile on her lips. It was more of a statement than a question. A fact, really.

Jenna could almost deny it if it wasn't so accurate. But what was she supposed to say? "Yes, I do like your daughter, in fact, I love her so much I would absolutely give up my very career to buy her the most expensive wedding ring to ever be created from the hands of a human, or even a Greek God perhaps, to show that she owns my entire heart, body, and soul."

Panic was evident, Winona could clearly tell by the way Jenna looked like was scramming to think up of a half-assed excuse.

"Yes—I mean, not like like. I love her, really. She's talented, hardworking, and passionate in the things she talks about. But that's really it; I love Y/n, in a friendly way." Jenna stammered. Even if she was spouting complete lies and nonsense about how she doesn't have a massive crush on you, her gaze was stuck on, of course, you yourself.

Winona arched an eyebrow, "Jenna, I know when someone is horribly in love with my daughter and who’s not."

"The both of you were always somehow joined together, even if none of you were talking. You’re always finding a reason to bring her up in a conversation even if no one was even talking about her. Also, everyone takes notice of how your gaze was always focused on Y/n. Even on scene, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her for a second."

Yeah, that seems about right.

Jenna sighed, her line of sight never laying off of you. It's amazing how you still haven't noticed she and your mother was staring at you like a bunch of stalkers.

"Y/n deserves someone like her, someone in her league," she turned around, now walking in the opposite direction to her original one. She almost sounded like a teenage boy who realized they couldn't get with the popular girl. "She looks like someone even from the heavens above couldn’t fathom they created her from their own mind and hands."

Winona's expression softened as she caught up to Jenna, now walking beside her. "If you, The Jenna Ortega, fail to get her attention and love then it's all over for us." She never heard someone talk so romantic about her daughter, it's truly unfair how the ones who love the most always fall short.

Jenna's steps slowed, her body slumping against the fall as her gaze was fixed on the ground. God, why was she acting like this over you?

The young actress nodded, her hands going up to her face and sliding them down as she spoke, "She's like this incredible and unattainable dream you want to continue after you wake up, Winona." She mumbled through her hands, "Y/n's gorgeous, gentle, charming, and just… perfect." She let go of her face, her hands now on her sides. "It's intimidating just by looking at her, knowing she's the essence of beauty and perfection. Like, how do you compete with that? Overall be someone who she wants to stick by her side?"

The actress observed the young one, Jenna's head down and fidgeting with her rings. Winona could almost say that this was the most vulnerable sight she ever saw from her. "You don't have to match her perfection, let alone measure yourself up to that; you just need to be the missing piece she didn't know she needed. "

Jenna took a deep breath, her head slowly rising, "I just don't want to mess it up. She deserves someone as awesome as her, and if she ever likes me back, I'm afraid of waking up and realizing I'm not enough for her to be someone she loves."

Winona tilted her head, crossing her arms, "Tell you what, I don't know much about my daughter now. She's not closed off, but she isn't open either." She could see how Jenna flicked her head upwards, listening attentively. "But I do know that she's been watching all of your movies and shows up to this point."

Jenna's eyes widened in surprise. She doesn't wanna take any risks, but she doesn't wanna lose any chances either. "She... she has?"

Winona nodded, a soft and warm smile playing on her lips, just like the one you always have if not more comforting.

"I could never hear the end of it. She says you have this genuine charm whenever you speak, you're calm but you're also being true to yourself. Y/n admires you so much, I almost get sick of it," she laughed that pulled a chuckle from Jenna. "You're perfect in her eyes, but that's not what she likes about you. She likes you because you're authentic, yourself." She reached out for Jenna's shoulders, giving it a reassuring squeeze, "I'll be your wingman. I'm sure you're the perfect girl for my daughter."

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And that was maybe two to three months ago.

Now Jenna's thinking that you might be the most oblivious person to ever roam this entire globe. She's been dropping hints everywhere you go and you still wouldn't catch up that she has feelings for you!

Ever since Jenna got into Winona's wing, she knew everything that makes you happy. Your music taste, what type of flowers you like, what type of outings you like, clothes, scents, foods, colors, even legos, just basically everything under the sun she gave to you within a heartbeat.

Jenna gives you flowers everyday, hell even bouquets if she's feeling fancy. Reads and writes you letters, and ever since Winona gave her your number, she's been sending you voicemails of your favorite songs every morning as some goodmorning text. She's been nothing but romantic to you! Was she just missing something?

The only thing that really progressed was something of strangers to friends. The two of you were as close as ever to the point if one of you were needed, somebody probably would need to surgically remove both of you.

But that was it! No nothing, just friends. It was selfish for Jenna to want something more when she has the love of her life close to her as a friend, sure, but she needed just a little bit more before she mentally goes insane.

"I mean, come on!" Jenna complained to Winona, sitting across from the other chair just right beside her trailer, script in her hands but she was paying more attention to Jenna. "Flowers, letters, voicemails… I'm practically screaming 'I like you' at this point." She slumped over the table, "or maybe she's just really ignoring them."

"I think you're thinking too deeply, Jenna," Winona stated, looking over to somewhere far, "maybe you should confess. She's right there."

Jenna was about to stand up and say it all out and die in a hole if she gets rejected until she realized you were wearing something so... fucking gorgeous? stunning? breathtaking? ethereal? She needed a stronger word than all words combined.

It wasn't your everyday casual wear, in fact, it was something you'd wear to go on a date. A date that meant something, a date that you'd go with another person and to confess their love.

Oh, don't fucking tell her she was too slow to confess and some random dude confessed earlier.

"I don't..." Jenna stammered, she could sense that agonizing feeling of her heart sinking, a stinging pain but it was mixed with immense pressure, like she was almost drowning. "I don't really think it's the right time."

Winona let out a sympathetic sigh, "she did tell me that she was going somewhere important." She waved in your direction, grabbing your attention. "Y/n!"

Jenna didn't know it was possible to drown without having any bodies of water near you, now she was fully experiencing it by how her heart sank even further as she heard Winona's words.

She shouldn't be surprised, after all, somebody actually had the guts and mindset to actually confess to you personally without having to hide behind a facade and without having to drop a fuck ton of hints instead of saying it out loud.

It stung. Thinking that someone out there was that one for you. And how that someone was never Jenna. But it was sweet. She winced.

Jenna couldn't shake the pang and sting of disappointment as she watched to walk over to Winona, a smile on your lips like you've met the most wonderful person to ever be in your life. She couldn't read if it was real, and she hoped to God it was fake.

"What's with the get-up?" Winona asked, standing up while giving Jenna the look.

"Going on a date with this guy, he asked me." You smiled, yet again, but it was even brighter.

Yeah, she figured. When did she even assume that you liked women anyway?

"Can I borrow your car, mom, please?" You asked of her, your puppy eyes going in action while you mentally crossed your fingers.

Jenna wasn't the one to brag, but she could drive a car! Not that idiot guy who couldn't even take whatever vehicle to fetch her as a nice gesture. Hell, it was a date for godsakes!

Winona sighed, glancing between Jenna and you. "Sure, you can borrow the car," she stated before digging into her pockets and fetching her car keys, plotting it down to your hands, "but make sure to bring it back in one piece."

Jenna bit her lip, suppressing the urge to completely pull herself out of her chair and scream 'I love you so goddamn much, Y/n! Can't you see I'm the one for you and not some guy who couldn't even go the mile to drive you to the damn date!?' But no. Instead, she stayed in her seat, nodded as a goodbye, and forced yet another smile.

"Thanks for the flowers by the way, Jenna! I should really pay you back sometime." You chuckled, before hugging her head as your way of goodbye. "I'll tell you all about it when I get home."

"Don't worry about the flowers. No need to pay me back," Jenna replied, doing her damn best to keep her tone light and her knuckles not so light. As you hugged her, Jenna couldn't help but savor the moment, imagining that it wasn't a goodbye to go off on some date with some random dude but rather a lovely gesture. "I'll be waiting to hear all about it."

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That was atleast three to five hours ago.

Jenna never knew how a 2$ caesar salad bought from a suspicious vendor on the sidewalks could be so depressing but still mock her on how she just lost the love of her life to someone who actually had the guts to confess until she actually experienced it.

It was a slow day on set. Probably because it was already so late at night. There were still some scenes being recorded, but most of it was Winona's.

So along those hours when Jenna wasn't with you or she couldn't text you through the phone, all she could really do was stare from afar and hope that you'd magically have some miraculous change of mind mid-date and maybe you'll soon believe and realize Jenna was the one for you after all.

Of course, life wasn't like a damn movie and that damn date was still going to happen no matter what she does.

Winona sat beside Jenna, offering a sympathetic look at how Jenna was poking around her lettuce. "You know that's her quote-on-quote I don't really give two shits outfit but I still need to look good for a requirement that is people's feelings."

Jenna let go of her fork, damn even it looked sad. "But she looks beautiful."

Winona could almost roll her eyes if not for the young actress wallowing in her own thoughts. "It's because you're head over heels for her, Jenna. She could wear some obnoxious color-clashing clothes and she'd still look like a goddess for you."

Jenna sighed, picking up her fork again and halfheartedly stabbing a folded lettuce leaf. "I mean, don't you?" she asked, glancing at Winona. "You're her mother."

Winona shrugged, "Her clothes, her choice, but I still absolutely would not." She laughed, and her smile brightened when Jenna allowed a smile to crack through her lips.

Jenna could almost face-plant herself into the salad bowl if not for a notification pinging in Winona's phone. A notification that Winona only applied for you.

"...Or you could tell her that she's much better off with you rather than some guy that stood her up." Winona showed the phone to Jenna, your message illuminating on the screen.

y/n

mom can u pick me up? karaoke room 217 stood up on me lol come quick, pls. thx

Jenna would've been lying if she said she wasn't jumping, screaming, throwing up in literal joy.

Well, of course, she was mad that you of all people were stood up, but she was semi-glad that you were.

Jenna's urgency was visible as she scrambled to get out of her seat, grabbing her bag with such hast and making a sudden beeline for the exit.

"Tell her that you can't go! I wanna surprise her," She yelled to Winona, her excitement in her voice echoing through the room. It's almost weird and insane how happy she was about how you were stood up.

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You waited for 2 hours.

It wasn't disappointing. You already knew it was just some sort of dare or a prank that one of his friends pulled, but you showed up anyway. Not like because you wanted to play with his feelings; you couldn't do that if you didn't have any.

In fact, you had feelings for Jenna.

Ever since she showed up on your screen, she was the only actress you could ever think about. She was charming, alluring, the only person who could make the daylight so dark if her smile was out of place.

You didn't know her, personally then, but you loved her. You were willing to start wars with the world, may it be against you or may all odds and fate oppose you, you’d do everything for her even if it kills you to be someone who would take all her hidden suffering and plead for tears with your palms locked and thrown away.

And now that you were working with her on set, you couldn't help but be someone you're not. All thanks to you and your mother on reluctantly giving up on the idea of not bringing you to set. You wanted to confess, you really did. It was just a silly little crush like you'd always have but this one with Jenna seemed real and your life would've ended if your feelings were rejected.

Though, even after all that, Jenna was the one you wanted to be with. The one you hoped would walk through that damn door and hug you until your worries and thoughts all disappeared, only met with her voice and her comforting arms.

That would've been a fleeting memory, wishful thinking. That is until the very girl that made you go insane rushed into the room.

What the fuck.

She was exhausted, you could tell by her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of her; looking like she had gone the extra mile and maybe even drove a car on the way instead of running, just to be there with you. You could almost start laughing and be that snarky person you've always been to her if not for everything else fading into the background until Jenna was the only one left.

Without hesitation, she pulled you into a tight embrace, wrapping her arms around your body as she tightened the hug as if you'd die if she ever let go of your body. The warmth of her touch, the comfort in her soul, and her very being brought something so grand as you hugged her back. You feared that letting go would mean losing her forever, and she thought the same way.

"I love you." She murmured on your shoulders, closing her eyes. You notice how her voice cracked with vulnerability and almost sorrow as you tightened your hold on her.

"I love you," she whispered yet again, as if you didn't hear her the firs time. "I love you, I love you, I just love you." She dug her head under your neck, her breath warm on your skin as you waited for her to finish.

You could feel Jenna's heartbeat against your chest, fast and beating while it synced with your own. "I love you, Y/n. You don’t know how many lifetimes I would kill myself for you to look into my soul, everything beneath, and even the darkest parts of my heart so then you’ll see how I perceive you to be everything I look for. I can't understand how you don't understand how much you mean to me. How much your laughter was something I didn't know would be the cure to whatever terminal illness I had in life, your actions being my motivation, your soul being my guiding light, and your smile being something so bright that not even the sun could beat its glory."

Jenna slowly pulled away from you, her eyes searching yours for a reaction. The room was always so silent, but it never felt like it was the funeral of sound itself.

"I'm sorry—That—That wasn't... I didn't—" she stammered, her body already getting up and pulling away from you.

Gently, you reached out and cupped her face with your hands, your thumbs brushing away the newly formed tears that had welled up in her eyes and dripped from her cheeks. You could feel the warmth of her skin beneath your touch, her freckles, and everything that made Jenna her was right beneath your palm. You want nothing but to cherish it.

You couldn't think of a reply. You could, but it would never beat the confession Jenna had for you. It was more than a mere confession, but something out of a book that would put every writer to shame.

"Is this okay?" Your eyes searched for Jenna's consent in hers as you leaned in ever so slightly, her breath lingering on your skin until Jenna's lips met yours in a hesitant, gentle kiss. The touch of her soft lips against yours sent a shiver down your spine, her hands coming up to cradle your face as she melted into you while your own hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.

Life felt like something you wasted without her lips touching yours. How you felt everything and how you were everything under her soft touch, her presence. It was if every moment before her had been leading to this one. Every heartbeat, every breath, every time you've experienced something happy, sad, or even something conflicted was building up to the moment your lips finally met hers. You felt whole, alive, reassured, and comforted.

Her touch felt like a warm embrace from something so indestructible, a star so far away that only you could see it shine from afar but yet you could feel every inch of its presence.

Then it stopped. The both of you pulled back.

But your heart never did.

"You know I asked for your mom to be my wingman."

"Please don't destroy this moment we have by mentioning my mom, Jenna. I'm serious."

Jenna chuckled, her eyes twinkling, "give her some credit. I never would've confessed to you without her."

You couldn't help but smile, realizing she was still the Jenna you fell in love with. "I guess, but I don't really want to talk about my mom after I just got stood up and then kissed the girl I love."

Jenna's chuckle turned into a soft giggle, her hand finding it's way to your palm as she intertwined her fingers with yours. "Also, for the record, that guy was an idiot."

You nodded after shared laughter. With everything that's going around between the two of you, you almost miss how Winona arrived just in time. Standing by the door with a smile on her face.

But even with Jenna's hand over yours, she'd still fall head over heels for you.

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just some fuckass aftermath dialogues:

W: "You finally confessed." J: "Did she tell you?" W: "Well for one she's been awfully cheery and gave me a questioning I love you mom and offered me to go shopping with her."

[vaxxman]

What do you think about 5cp TF2 map Gullywash?

Getting autobalanced on Gullywash feels especially tragic.

More sketches and more impressions under the cut.

In order to draw this, I watched some highlander matches on Gullywash, due to finding no matches in competitive, and the aimbots going rampant in casual. I was only able to play 5 proper matches on casual, (2 of which my teams won purely due to team imbalance,) so some of this is based on what I saw other people were doing in competitive match recordings, as well as how it feels to play on community servers with AI train bots. No one was playing whenever I was queueing up :(

I learnt very fast that Gullywash is one of these maps where you will die a lot, or steamroll the capture points, and there is no in-between, because you either position yourself correctly or you don't. While this goes for every map in tf2, I never really felt frustrated when dying here. I could always find a reason for my mistakes and generally it turned out to be a very rewarding learning experience.

I think Gullywash is extremely fun and fast paced. I especially enjoy giving scouts and pyros overheal buffs, because of how much flanking you can do here. The symmetry of the map is immaculate and the amount of objects that just lie around allows demos to place a lot of traps and players to just hide in corners.

(Using Scouts as your Uber Driver here is also especially fun, so many near death situations!)

For some reason, the soldiers and demos who play on this map are really good at protecting medics? That's the impression I got, everyone knew when to retreat and not push, everyone turned around when they saw my health go down, everyone was shooting the spies for me when we were in the open and I was too focused with healing the people fighting death matches at the front so we could capture.

(My personal heroes who just rocket jump over to you just to shoot the spy 2m away from you, and then just rocket jump away again)

Snipers aren't much of a problem, since there are so many options for hiding properly while still being able to reach your team mates. The same sadly doesn't apply to spies and I think I have died more to spies on this maps than to sticky traps.

While I love the vaccinator, I think Stock and Kritz are the better options on this map. Nothing cries geneva convention war crime more than entering the door to the last capture point and ubering a soldier who starts spamming everyone with rockets in this rather crammed up room where everything can give you splash damage.

Shoutout to a pyro called Joey who carried the last game I played, it was a blast ubering you through the last capture point.

[togrowoldinv]

Five Minutes

Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

You’re jealous, Wanda is jealous. The end result is one very intense break from the volleyball games

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, strap on (W receiving), oral (R receiving), mutual jealousy

Note: Uhhh milf Wanda. Enjoy!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Wanda is there just as you hoped she would be. You have had your eyes on the woman since the first game that you played against her.

She was relentless with her hits, and you have to admit you were impressed with her volleyball skills.

After the first set, you made sure to make eye contact with her on the net. She blushed and looked away. By the end of the game, you and Wanda had practically decided to meet up with each other without even speaking. You slept together that day.

But the very next week when her teammate bumped into her, Wanda seemed to change. She was smiling at him constantly and always seemed to be laughing about something with him.

Today is no different. Wanda stands with a scorecard in her hands and a goofy grin on her face. You wish she was looking at you like that. Not some man. It’s like she doesn’t even remember you.

The man makes some terrible calls against your team, and you look to Wanda for some help. She only shrugs.

Your team loses to Wanda’s church, and you leave the court with a sigh. You hate losing. And you hate that you don’t have Wanda. You realize that you can possibly fix one of those things.

You walk towards the woman. She is unsuspecting when you tap on her shoulder.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” you get her attention.

“Oh, hello there! Great to see you again,” Wanda answers. So she does remember you.

“Who’s your boyfriend?” You ask her point blank.

“I- I don’t- what?” She stammers.

“You were making eyes at that man all game. Who is he?”  

“Y/n, can we just not do this right here?” Wanda asks.

You look her over from head to toe, smiling at the way her knee pads rest down around her ankles. She looks cute. Maybe that’s another reason you’re so annoyed by her disinterest in you today.

“Fine. Meet me in the choir suite?”

“Give me five minutes,” Wanda replies. She rubs her hand over the back of her neck nervously. She remembers what happened last time in that choir suite.

You walk away and Wanda can’t help herself from watching you go. Her teammate comes up to her and breaks her stare.

While you wait for her in the choir suite, you look at the photos on the walls. Wanda is right there in front smiling as hard as she can.

“You’re late,” you remark when Wanda walks in eight minutes later.

“Duty called,” Wanda says. She shuts the door behind her. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Are you just going to pretend like we didn’t fuck?” You ask her. “Right here in this room.”

“Y/n, please,” Wanda says. “We can’t. I’m married.”

“But you can laugh and grin at that man out there who is not your husband?”

“You’re jealous,” she realizes.

“I’m not.”

“Oh, I think you are,” Wanda says. “It’s cute.”

“Don’t turn this on me, Wanda. You hardly even looked at me tonight.”

Wanda walks closer to you and essentially presses you against the wall. Something in her eyes has changed. Her hands press against the wall on either side of you. Her knee presses in between your legs.

“I thought you said we weren’t doing this,” you say.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me,” Wanda says. You don’t argue with that.

You let her kiss you until you’re both dizzy. And the way her knee presses against you helps you accomplish that pretty easily. She feels the hardness in your shorts, and she too gets lost in you quickly.

“I wore this for you,” you tell her, reaching into your pants to pull out a strap. “But I don’t see that you’ve earned it.”

“I want it,” Wanda says. “I was only trying to make you jealous.”

“Ah, I see,” you say.

You reach under the waistline of her shorts and pull those along with her panties down to her ankles. Wanda gasps.

“Turn around,” you instruct her.

You slip your hand over first to see how wet she is. Wanda moans when you press your strap up against her, rubbing the tip over her to tease her.

“We only have five minutes before the next match,” Wanda manages to speak. The words are broken up by her moans.

“Then I guess we’ll have to go fast, ma’am.”

You slip the strap into Wanda’s folds. You grasp her waist and move deeper until she can’t take anymore. You start to move in and out slowly and Wanda loses any ability to stand that she had. You hold her up her waist as she takes your strap so well.

“That’s it, Wanda,” you tell her when her legs begin to shake. The moans and whimpers she lets out are angelical.

“Go faster,” Wanda says. “Oh god.” You pick up your pace.

“Fuck Wanda,” you say. “You’re taking me so well.”

“I’m your good girl,” she says.

“My jealous girl,” you correct her. You tighten your grip on her waist.

With a few more movements of your hips, Wanda is coming hard. She breathes out a loud moan.

You kiss the back of Wanda’s neck as she relaxes in your arms.

“That was wonderful,” Wanda says, breathless from your relentlessness.

She regains feelings in her legs and turns around in your arms. She glances at her watch.

“Two minutes,” she says.

“You better get to work then,” you say, pushing her shoulders to kneel in front of you. And she kneels exactly as she does to pray.

She takes the strap off your hips and immediately begins to work her tongue over your folds. The jealousy, teasing, and fucking Wanda from behind has you more than ready for her. She’s quick to take your clit into her mouth and suck so tenderly. It doesn’t take much at all for her to get you off.

Wanda hums in contentment as you come into her mouth. She cleans you up and stands back up. The smile on her face makes your stomach turn.

“One minute to spare,” Wanda says cockily.

She slips her pants back on and kisses you before she turns to leave. She stops at the door.

“Meet me at the motel sometime?” Wanda asks. “I want to see all of you.”

“I’ll call you,” you tell her.

Wanda walks out and you soon follow. When you get back to the gym, no one seems to notice that the two of you have been gone. But this time Wanda is stealing glances and secret smiles with you.

All it took was those five minutes to remind her just who she wanted to be with.

[joequiinn]

The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating | E.M. x reader | pt. 5

[all chapters here]

summary: You propose a crazy idea to the resident freak of Hawkins, Eddie Munson. But maybe he was even crazier for agreeing to it…

notes & tropes: fem reader, slow burn, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, super minor revenge plot, not-quite-enemies-to-lovers

a/n: I'm very excited for this chapter because it's actually one of the scenes that inspired this whole fic! Before I knew what the hell I even wanted to write, I played this idea of a figure skating character over and over again in my head as I built up the story around it. I'm a little behind on writing the next chap, so it may be a slightly longer wait between this and the next one! Hope you all love it!

wc: 4.8k

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You skated at least four times a week. You’ve done so since you were ten years old, when you decided that you wanted to take figure skating more seriously. Whether or not you had competitions, whether or not you were in the mood for it, you always stuck with your skating routine. With competition season coming up in November, you knew you’d have to start practicing more, putting in longer hours and more days in preparation.

Or maybe not. After all, competing was something that your mom enjoyed, that she encouraged wholeheartedly. Regardless of how much you enjoyed it, it didn’t exactly fit the teenage rebellion thing you had going on right now. Maybe you wouldn’t go to competition this year, maybe you’d skip out on your final season out of pure spite - now that would be cruel. Although a part of you hurt at that idea - because you really did love skating - you reasoned that it was something you had to consider.

Fridays were always very long days for you. While your peers would be set free to roam following the 3pm school bell, you had more obligations for the day. Once you left school, you crammed in as much homework as you could before hitting the ice rink by 4:30 at the latest to get your own practice in. Once that was done, you led a youth skating practice until 7pm, then you tried to squeeze in some more skating time before the hockey team took to the ice at 7:15. After arriving home at 8 o’clock or later, you crammed more homework so you wouldn’t have to deal with it over the weekend, and then by that point you’d be too worn out for anything else, so you generally slept late into the next morning.

This had been your routine for over a year now, ever since your own couch suggested that you needed to get more extracurriculars under your belt for your college applications. She had insisted that your resume would look far more impressive if you showed that you had teaching experience and “leadership potential,” an idea that really appealed to your parents, who were determined for you to get into a good school, maybe even on a figure skating scholarship. So, you ended up taking over the Friday night children’s lessons whether you wanted to or not.

You honestly despised it. You led children age 5 to 7, and they were a constant pain in the ass. You couldn’t raise your voice without one of them crying, you couldn’t leave them to their own devices without someone inevitably ending up hurt. Yet, you stuck with it because you were told to, because the adults around you insisted that you needed to. You couldn’t stand the way your coach would insist that this would help develop your skills, you couldn’t stand how your mother insisted “you’ll look back on this so fondly when you’re older.” These damned kids skating lessons were something else you’d probably drop soon, because you barely tolerated them as is.

While everyone else was at the football game, while Eddie was probably off playing his stupid fantasy game or doing something equally as nerdy, you were here at the ice rink, shouting instructions at children while parents and hockey players watched. Some of the parents had made it clear before that they weren’t fond of your impatient and mean teaching methods, but your coach always seemed to talk them out of pulling their kids from your group. She always argued something about you being the best skating in the county, but you weren’t sure how true that was - sure, you had your fair share of medals, but even with your ego you were pretty sure there were better skaters at your level.

“Come on, slackers, we’ve got five minutes left!” You taunted your group of 11 kids as they skated around the perimeter of the rink as a cool down. You zipped ahead of them, leading the charge as you skated backwards to keep an eye on them.

Many of the older kids had grown used to your abrasive coaching, but you could see that many of the newbies were still frightened of you, your loud voice, and your cold eyes. As a means of excusing your poor teaching style, you always said that skating was a tough sport and they needed to toughen up if they wanted to be any good at it. For how pretty and elegant figure skating could be, you knew from experience that competitive skating could be harsh, so you figured you were helping these kids prepare for it.

Because the Hawkins High hockey team had the rink after your group every Friday, many of them were already sitting on the sidelines, getting their gear ready or watching you work. The cocky part of you enjoyed the attention, but hockey players were stupid, so you rarely gave any of them a chance whenever they tried talking to you. Nonetheless, when you were in a good mood, you enjoyed putting on a bit of a show for them, shooting flirty glances their way or occasionally calling out remarks to them between instructing the kids. Tonight, you were paying them little mind, but that didn’t stop you from looking their way every now and again.

As you led the kids back to the center of the ice to wrap up the lesson, a lot of their parents were also waiting in the bleachers or out in the lobby. While you skated back and forth in front of your little army of children, going over some instructions for their next practice with your coach on Monday, your eyes roamed the bleachers. You gave a wicked grin to the hockey players that watched you, meanwhile you took in the parents with very little regards. It was as you looked over the clusters of parents that you saw a familiar face sitting at the penalty bench, and unintentionally you let your toe pick drag on the ice, which very nearly caused you to trip.

God damn Eddie Munson.

As you glared in his direction, hoping your momentary lack of balance didn’t make you look too stupid, you dismissed the kids before gliding towards the dasher board. Eddie, grinning like an asshole, stood up to meet you as children began to exit the ice. You braced yourself on the rail of the board, eyes narrowed at Eddie who appeared far too amused for your liking.

“What are you doing here?” You ask in lieu of a greeting. Eddie briefly glances over at the kids leaving the ice.

“You’re incredible with children.” He mocked, smiling far too wide for your liking; you narrowed your eyes while wondering just how long he’d been here, “Figured I might find you here.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here, though.” You respond coldly, gaze briefly looking in the direction of the hockey team to find a couple of them watching your interaction. 

“You did say we needed to make plans, figure out how this was going to work,” Eddie started, taking in your red cheeks and slightly damp forehead that developed over the course of your skating lessons.

“I also said we’d talk about it next week.” You glowered a little, not worried if any of the hockey players saw it - maybe they’d simply mistake it for a lovers quarrel. Eddie grinned, holding his arms up as if he were a presenter on some dumb show.

“No time like the present, right?” Your unamused face gave him all the answer he needed, and his expression fell a little in annoyance, “And here I hoped I was being a good fake boyfriend by visiting you at the rink.”

“You’re being too good a fake boyfriend,” You jab.

Now that all the kids were off the ice, you slid towards the open gate; Eddie kept pace with you on the other side of the dasher board, meeting you at the gate and offering you his hand in assistance. You looked between his face and his outstretched hand with a glare, but eventually accepted his help, stepping over the barrier and onto the slightly cushy floor on the other side.

“I told you not tonight because I’m busy.” You walk over to the gym bag you left sitting on the nearest bleachers. As you sat beside it, Eddie shrugged with a carelessness that seemed almost false.

“Then I’ll go.” He answered simply as you removed your skates, “Just thought it might not be a bad idea to get to know you a little better. It’s not gonna be easy to fake date someone who you know nothing about.”

You shot him a harsh look while putting skate guards over your blades. You didn’t want to admit that he was right, but he had a good point, especially since you had already discussed it before. You sighed heavily through your nose, your cold eyes locked on Eddie’s.

“Can’t it wait? I’ve had a long day.”

Eddie studied you for a moment, leaning back against the dasher board before looking around the ice rink. You quickly put some worn sneakers on your feet and stood, picking your bag and turning away with the intention to leave. But Eddie’s gentle grip on your wrist stopped you from going anywhere, causing you to look between his hand and his face. As you two held eye contact, you realized that Eddie could be just as stubborn as you when he wanted; damn, was this going to be difficult.

“Let me buy you dinner - I’m sure you’re starving,” Eddie started, and for a fleeting moment you wondered if he thought your attitude was because you were hangry. You chewed your lower lip, eyes staring critically at Eddie for another few moments before you let out a defeated sigh, allowing your shoulders to relax a little. Considering that it had been nearly eight hours since your lunch break, it might now be a bad idea to eat something.

Eddie’s eyes softened at your silent resignation, the corner of his mouth pulling up. He finally released your wrist, nodding his head in the direction of the lobby, “Come on, you pick.”

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Your pick ended up being a 24-hour diner downtown. Eddie showed clear confusion when you mentioned it, so you explained that - for whatever reason - the diner had become something of a tradition, where students congregated post-Friday night football into the wee hours of the night. You’d joined that crowd a number of times in the past, but had no more interest in it - what you were interested in was having people see you and Eddie out together.

You knew it would still be at least an hour before the football crowd arrived, but that wasn’t such a bad thing - it gave you and Eddie a bit of time to actually become acquainted, to learn more about each other beyond “ice princess” and “the freak.”

You studied Eddie while sipping on a chocolate shake, waiting for your food to arrive. He stared back at you unabashedly, and you figured you could be locked into this staring contest until the end of time given how stubborn you both could be. As if Eddie knew what you were thinking, he smirked, finally caving as he looked away from you.

“Not to sound cliche,” Eddie scratched the back of his neck, almost as if he were nervous, but you assumed that couldn’t be true, “but… tell me about yourself?”

You smiled at how dumb the question was - that was so cliche. It was as good a starting place as any you figured, but that didn’t make it sound any less silly and forced. You leaned back in your seat, still holding tight to your milkshake as if it were a lifeline.

Putting on your best Miss America voice, you replied, “Well, I’m freshly 18 from Hawkins, Indiana. I love long walks on the beach, snuggling up with a good book, and I hope one day we’ll have world peace.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you, although you could tell he was fighting back a grin, “You’re making this very challenging considering that it was your idea.”

You shrug, taking a big gulp of the chocolate shake, “I guess I’m just a challenging person.”

“You guess?” Eddie laughed mockingly at that, “You’re the most challenging I’ve met. So, how about you try relaxing a little or else no one’s going to buy that we’re together.”

You made a face at the near-insult, finally putting down your drink. You leaned your elbows on the table, taking in Eddie’s face for a moment, stubbornly resisting the urge to say anything. Again, he had a good point, not that you wanted to tell him that. Eddie appeared to have an idea as he mirrored your pose.

“Okay, we’ll go back and forth, a question for a question; how’s that?” You nodded, “Right. First question: Why me?”

Your brows furrowed a little in thought, pinning down a good answer while trying to recall what you’ve already told him, “Haven’t I already explained that?”

“Kind of.” Eddie rolled his hand in a motion that basically said “but go on.”

You bit the inside of your cheek for a moment while thinking, “Your reputation. People don’t know you, but your reputation is in the absolute gutter. No better person to turn to than the guy who everyone in the school already hates.”

Eddie nodded in acceptance of the answer, “Okay, your turn.”

You grinned a little, a question already on your lips, “Why’d you agree to it?”

It was something you’d speculated briefly throughout the week, as you thought that your trade offer might not have been a compelling enough reason for Eddie to agree to this stupid plan. And now you could finally get the answer you were looking for.

Eddie silently stared at you in consideration, and again it almost felt like he was able to read your thoughts somehow. Finally, he answered, “Curiosity.”

You raised a brow in question, to which he once more scratched the back of his neck - maybe that actually was a nervous habit, so you took note of it.

“We both know this idea is kinda crazy,” Eddie started, mulling over his thoughts before continuing, “But I wanted to see how it plays out. See if we can actually trick people into believing it. And I wanted to see if you were as awful as I thought you were.”

You balked instantly, an amused huff escaping your mouth, “‘Awful?’ Jesus, you keep acting like I’m the devil or something.”

Eddie made a face while shrugging, not disagreeing with you, “You thought the same about me. So, let’s call it square.”

Food was finally brought to your table, and you had to resist the urge to attack the greasy burger set in front of you; you didn’t need Eddie to see you act like a ravenous gremlin over some food, even if it had been over eight hours since you’d eaten anything. But you nonetheless dug in, albeit with far more control than your empty, growling stomach would have liked.

“Your turn.” You say around a bite of food, causing Eddie to smile in amusement and the unladylike action.

“Hmm…” He leaned forward, scrutinizing you as he contemplated his next question. Self consciously, you wiped at the corner of your mouth just to make sure there wasn’t any stray ketchup or grease sitting there, “Why ice skating?”

“Because it’s better than cheerleading.” You smiled at your own joke before giving a slightly better answer, “I always thought it was pretty. Nothing else to it, unfortunately; no deep story and significance to it.”

“Fine.” Eddie responded almost as if he was disappointed by the mundane answer.

“Why Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Your questions can’t keep being off-shoots of mine.” Eddie laughed a little, and despite yourself it caused you to smile smally as well.

“Says who?”

“Says me,” He responded while pointing at himself, “I get to come up with some of the rules now, remember?”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes with a degree of fondness, which you immediately found strange, so you tried to wipe the look from your face. Nope, you weren’t fond of Eddie Munson, not at all.

You went back to your food, hoping Eddie didn’t catch the amused look on your face. You spoke around another bite of food, “Do you have siblings?”

“None that I know of.” He replied around his own mouthful of food, “But I wouldn’t exactly be surprised if there were any out there.”

You cocked your head a little at the response; it wasn’t so much shocking or sad, rather it was unexpected and different from your own life. You made a mental note to learn more about Eddie’s family, if not tonight then at a later point.

“What’s your plan after graduation?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but then paused - what was your plan now that you were trying to make your own decisions? You hadn’t even considered it. Did you still want to go to college? Where? Studying what? You suddenly realized that you had no true plan for yourself, only the one outlined by your parents, and that realization made you nervous.

“Honest answer: not a fucking clue.” Eddie looked taken aback by the response, so you continued, “My plan before was getting into a good school on a skating scholarship, and studying something completely irrelevant. My parents expect my skating to carry me through life until some good, rich man sweeps me off my feet.”

“But that’s not your plan anymore?”

“That’s another question.” You give him a teasing grin, causing Eddie to roll his eyes, “First, answer me this: If you weren’t stuck in Hawkins, where would you go?”

Eddie grinned with an unexpected eagerness, “LA. The music scene there is insane, and I’d happily sleep on the streets if it meant I had a shot at making my own music.”

Your eyes softened ever so slightly at the unexpected, genuine response - admittedly, you didn’t peg Eddie as the type to have any real goals. But music? That was interesting to you since you weren’t even aware that he played any instruments. You wondered if he was actually any good at it, or if it was some foolish aspiration.

“Now, what’s your plan?” Eddie repeated, smirking at the look on your face - this was one of the few times you didn’t look like a total bitch, so he appreciated it. In fact, you looked relaxed and, dare he say, content; that was certainly unexpected from you.

When you shrugged, he shook his head, leaning forward again, “No, you come up with a plan right now. Don’t base it off what your parents want or what you think sounds like the right answer. What do you want to do with your life once we’re done with this shit hole?”

You contemplated, a mild concern washing over you as you stared at Eddie - what the hell did you want? And why did you suddenly feel so vulnerable because of the question. You had to rip your gaze away from Eddie’s, hardening your expression as you tried to think up an answer that felt right.

“I… I like art, I love clothes,” You started dumbly, glancing at Eddie through your lashes, expecting him to make a face at the lame answer, “I don’t know shit about them in a technical way, but it might be fun for college. Take painting or sewing classes during the day, skate until my feet hurt at night, maybe… I want to be somewhere big and interesting. New York, LA… fuck, even Florida for all I care, I just want out of Hawkins, out of this town.”

“Then I guess we’ll be those high school sweethearts that run off to LA together after graduation, huh?” Eddie smiled widely, and you allowed an amused look to cross your face.

“Oh, I’m sure.” You returned to your food as you tried to come up with a good question for Eddie. An intriguing one came to you, so you asked before you could second guess it, “How do you expect your fake girlfriend to act?”

Eddie’s brow furrowed; it didn’t appear to be due to him misunderstanding the question, but rather that it was unexpected; he even looked maybe hesitant to answer it. Again, he scratched his neck.

You lean forward a little, looking at him seriously, “Give me a good answer, okay? We’re just gonna keep going in circles otherwise.”

Eddie shrugged, “Maybe I don’t have any expectations.”

“Then come up with some.” You immediately counter, prodding the same way he had about your plans for the future. Eddie stared at you with scrutiny while chewing the inside of his lip, as if he didn’t want to come up with a response to the question. You waited, making a mock sweet face at him while you chowed down on your fries. You were going to demand an answer until he gave you one.

“Well, going off the rules you already established,” He made a bit of a face as if to mock the oh-so-sacred fake dating rules, “Aside from playing nice in front of others, it might be helpful if you were less stubborn; you’re like a damn bull.”

You gave him a joshing smile right back, “Fair. Is that it?”

Eddie quickly shook his finger; now it was just a back-and-forth game of you mocking one another, “Ah, that’s another question.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You rolled your eyes with a short laugh, “That is not another question.”

Eddie gave a fake look of apology, shrugging again, “Unfortunately, it is.”

You threw a french fry at him, which lamely hit his chest then landed in his lap. As he laughed and picked it up, you found yourself smiling fondly again, and you quickly tried to shake off the expression.

At that moment, the bell above the front door chimed, and immediately the diner was filled with rambunctious conversation. Your heart jumped a little, realizing the time, and you briefly glanced in the direction of the door; the group that had entered wasn’t your friends, although you recognized them. You turned your attention back to Eddie, who gave you another grin.

“Showtime.” He stated simply, and then a thought appeared to cross his mind, “You want another expectation? Tell me if anything I do is too much, but otherwise let me do what I do - you don’t need to be in control all the time.”

“Don’t I, though?” You countered haughtily, which was met by a flash of seriousness across Eddie’s eyes.

“No, you don’t. I know what I’m doing, okay?”

You studied him for a moment, not entirely convinced that he did, in fact, know what he was doing. Considering that you’d never seen him even interact with a girl before, you weren’t sure if he knew the first thing about dating or romance. But despite your doubts, you relented, relaxing your shoulders as if to show you were relinquishing some control.

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes nonetheless, forever obstinate as you mocked, “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, but otherwise I’ll let you do what you do.”

“Was that so hard?” Eddie replied with a condescending smirk. You sneered before relaxing your face, knowing your friends were bound to appear any minute now.

As you stole another glance at the door, you suddenly felt Eddie’s fingers graze the back of your hand, drawing your attention back to him with a confused little knot between your brows. He held your gaze as if to make a point, as if to remind you of the conversation you just had, that he knew what he was doing. His hand simply sat on top of yours, your fingers ever so slightly lacing together - he raised his brows as if to dare you to pull away from him. You had to resist the urge to narrow your eyes at him and snatch your hand away, and in turn Eddie gave you a cocky grin before continuing to eat with his free hand.

Eventually, your friends appeared, although they didn’t notice you at first. They were all so full of energy as they excitedly spoke to each other, descending upon a few tables in the middle of the diner and pushing them together. The staff were used to it, although you knew from experience that they nonetheless hated it; you guys were always disruptive to the other patrons, and you figured that was never going to change.

You tried your best not to stare, but your eyes kept trailing over, kept studying the excited faces of the people you considered friends only a couple of weeks ago. After your eyes had drifted over for the umpteenth time, you felt Eddie lightly squeeze your fingers, causing you to unintentionally sneer at how strange it was to maintain this physical contact with him.

“Stop staring,” He instructed when you looked back at him.

With a quarrelsome look in your eyes, you did as Eddie told you, returning your attention to the half eaten burger on your plate, “Talk to me about something, then.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t care, just talk so I can pretend to be interested.”

Eddie looked mildly put off by that, and you realized that you’d taken your customary mean tone with him. You couldn’t seem to help yourself with your former cohorts nearby, it was as if their energy was rubbing off on you.

“You know what I’m going to talk about,” Eddie taunted with a wide grin.

Your face fell in realization, “Please not Dungeons and Dragons.”

“I’m gonna do it.”

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

“So, there’s this character, Kas, who has really interesting lore--”

You threw another fry at Eddie, and at that same moment, you felt someone come up alongside your table. You both look up to see Amelia there with a critical look on her face; your gaze drifts past her, noticing that a few people from her table were also looking at you and Eddie.

You met Amelia’s eyes again, giving her a wide, false smile, “Small world.”

Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms, “Yeah, I’m sure you just completely forgot we always come here after games.”

“Maybe she just wanted to see her dear friends.” Eddie chimed in mockingly, once again surprising you with his willingness to instigate confrontation. You laughed as a dumbfounded look crossed Amelia’s at his remark.

“I don’t know what the hell she sees in you.” Amelia snarked with a glare before turning her gaze back to you, “And I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, but it’s already getting pretty old.”

You shrug with exaggerated nonchalance, “Sometimes a girl just needs a bit of a change every now and then, you know?”

Amelia didn’t look convinced as she rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh, “Yeah, well, this ‘change’ doesn’t suit you at all.”

Before you could respond with another quip, Amelia spun on her heel and briskly returned to her table. By that point, everyone there was watching and awaiting Amelia’s return, quickly huddling together to whisper conspiratorially once she sat down.

You and Eddie shared an amused glance; he went back to poking at his food as your gaze trailed back to Amelia and company. You happened to lock eyes with Duncan, who stared at you with harsh scrutiny, as if he wasn’t buying this thing between you and Eddie in the slightest. You gave Duncan a mocking while, starting to wave before flipping him off, causing Eddie to snort and choke on his food. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as he hit his chest a couple of times, trying to clear his throat. The sound of such a genuine laugh escaping you was absolutely foreign to Eddie, but he decided it was a sound he enjoyed, even if it was at his expense; he made a mental note that he had to find ways to make you laugh more that didn’t involve him choking.

“You could’ve killed me.” Eddie croaked before laughing himself, his smile wide.

“You’re fine.” You teased, squeezing his fingers while giving him a false pout of sympathy, “You big baby.”

Eddie rolled his eyes in amusement, digging his wallet out while finally relinquishing the grip he had on your hand, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

He tossed money onto the table and stood, offering his hand to you again. You quickly snagged one last fry before accepting Eddie’s hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. He once again laced his fingers with yours as he led you through the crowded diner, and you had to fight back the desire to cringe in confusion at it. The both of you eyed the crowd of Hawkins High’s elite as they watched you back critically.

Once outside the diner, Eddie paused in front of one of the large windows and pulled a ridiculous face at the kids still watching you; he quickly tugged your arm, leading you back towards the van as you laughed again at his antics.

[cythena]

i loveee characters that prefer an older girlfriend like 3 or 4 years older than them. like they just need someone to take care of them and teach them about the world. they also wanna take good care of you and spoil you. younger boyfriends are so proud of themselves for getting with you. you're an impressive catch to love and show off to the world. he may not show it but he's so happy to have you. even if he's always so serious, he thinks his older girlfriend is perfect for him.

rin, bachira, and geto under the cut

rin itoshi is first to my mind and the whole reason for this post. he already considers himself more mature than other people his age so naturally he fell for someone he felt matched him. you're so understanding, patient, and kind to him. however, a lot of the time it looked like he was the older one. he loves to gift you various jewelry that he comes across. the pursuit was just an enjoyable as the dates that followed too.

his favorite thing is to take you on dates after games. he loved to see you dress up in outfits he purchased and go to a nice dinner for the evening. then he would spend the night doing what every other man could only dream of with you. he liked to take control but not so dominant. he just wanted to make sure you both were satisfied. sometimes that meant putting his pleasure before yours when he needed it or vice versa.

meguru bachira loves you because he's so immature and you balance him out. you dote on him and remind him of his mother a bit. no one ever cared about him like that again until he met you. if you worried about your age he would quickly put that to rest. nothing should embarrass his perfect girlfriend in his eyes. he would be sure to prove it every chance he got.

his team is so shocked on who he pulled and sometimes meguru himself is shocked. especially when he after every game, he gets to have you all to himself. sex is when he truly worships you and your body. he spends hours eating you out like you had all the time in the world. he wouldn't even think about touching himself until you were squirting and soaking his face.

suguru geto is similar to rin, whereas he likes someone more mature than others. it wasn't like he searched for it but once he met you he was infatuated. he thought you were perfect. he liked how calm and smart you were. it was easy to get along with you. conversations were so easy with you and that's what he wanted. the relationship was much smoother than anything else.

he needed control over you. sometimes you liked to think that your age gave you some power over him. when you tried to extent that power, suguru was sure to shut that down real quick. you may be older but he was the one in control. he controlled your pleasure, body, and your mind because you were his. you decided to be his. he decided when you deserved to be pleased and when you needed to make it up to him.

[pascalcampion]

Under the Boardwalk.

I was at Lightbox a few weeks ago and I bumped into a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. ( hey Francis! We need to do lunch) He was laughing because he said that he had just seen a trailer for this thing I did some work on years ago. It took me a minute to realize he was talking about Under the Boardwalk. Movies do take a while to get done.

Anytime I see a movie in a theater that doesn’t come from Pixar, Disney, Illumination or Dreamworks, I clap my hands in my mind. It is SO hard to get to the finish line. Each movie that you see is the result of a series of small miracles.

I did a couple months of work on it. I was think it was in preproduction at the time. It was called Jersey Crabs at the time and there were only three people on it. At least, I only met three.

There was Chris Zibach, Ericka Stewart and David Soren.

I had just come off of two rather long and hard productions and I was a bit burned out about Art direction, production design or just… design in general.

When I first got an email about this, I wasn’t sure. But I went over to Paramount to meet with all three of them.

And you know what? They were fantastic.

Ericka was the producer and she had this no nonsense approach. Tell me your price, I’ll tell you if we can do it, if not we’ll figure something out. Boom. Done. She cut to the chase and any time I had a question she would reply within the hour. Her feedback was always short and precise, and she was always encouraging. After I was gone, she emailed me a couple of times to follow up on this or that. She didn’t leave any loose ends AND, something that is absolutely remarkable in this industry, she would reply to emails. She didn’t simply reply when she needed something, but when I would ask her if I could send recommendations, or if there were any other projects going on, she would send me an email back. I think the longest it took her to reply was TWO days, which is incredible.

Chris Zibach. It wasn’t immediately clear what Chris’s role on this was. I knew he was an artist. I had met him a few years prior while visiting a friend at Dreamworks TV I think. He was quieter than Ericka. Not sure if he was shy or I was simply too aloof for him to talk to me. For whatever reason, when I saw him, I thought of Tim Burton. Maybe the genius in him? Not sure. Later, I learned he was the production designer. I was surprised because that is something I typically learn on the first meeting. I was also unsure of his role because I hadn’t seen any of his work before and he didn’t act like any of the production designers I had met before. He wasn’t bombastic or sure of himself. He wasn’t trying to win me over with his talent or past battlefield experiences. He was humble. Yes, I think that’s probably the right word. Humble. But at the time, I couldn’t figure out if it was humility or something else.

It became clear after the first few designs of his I’d seen and especially after I had done a sketch for a moment that I couldn’t quite picture. I wasn’t understanding what they were looking for and Chris did this thirty second sketch that was SO clear, SO readable and SO easy to work with, and I was. OH! Ok.. he’s the real deal.

I love Artists like him. I wish I had worked with him more actually.

And, David Soren, the director

That was such an interesting meeting.

You know how sometimes you are hesitating on a project and you meet the team and all of a sudden it all flips? That’s how it was for this. I didn’t know what this story was based on, I didn’t find crabs particularly interesting, and the story, as it was pitched, wasn’t what I gravitate toward.

But David, wow. He had this energy in the meeting, this confidence. He was good at talking but he could listen AND hear you. He could also answer questions. Any type of question regarding the art, the story, the schedule, the planning. I didn’t know much about him but I came away very impressed.

I gave it a shot and now, I feel I was lucky to have been asked because, even if I was only on this for a very short while, it was one of those candy like work experiences. All good, nothing bad. Short and sweet and really fun.

There was a moment when I was drawing this big long scene that was supposed to be in the middle of a battle and I stopped, look at it and laughed on the inside because I had just realized I was being paid to do this and THIS was SO much fun.

I don’t know what my job was, what I was supposed to bring to the project. I didn’t understand why they had me do these designs when Chris’s work was so different and so unique already, but all three did a good job at quieting those thoughts.

I was working from home and they were on the lot. If I remember correctly, they would send me emails to broadly tell me “ There is a flood there, there is a battle there, there is club, a hotel, etc etc” and I would just do some images on what I thought it could be.

They already had some character designs, and Chris had done a few images, so I wasn’t totally going from nothing.

Each time I would send a set of images, I would get an email back the same day or the next day from either Ericka or David telling me something nice. Never from Chris though. I always wondered why but now I am realizing it was because he was too busy getting the whole thing off the ground.

I would get notes sometimes but not very often. Chris would do little drawers or notes on my images and, again, they were always minimal except for that one set piece and always clear.

I don’t know what the movie is like. I was still working on this when I started with the Peanuts Special which would occupy my life for the next three and a half years.

But I do know that I remember this as a very fun, loving and carefree work experience, which have not come around very often in my career.

Thank you Ericka, Chris and David.

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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Emily Prentiss x Fem!reader

Warning(s): Smut, oral sex, fingering, teasing, mutual pining/sexual tension

Requested: no

Word count: 2715

Characters: Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan & Penelope Garcia

Universe: Criminal Minds

Summary: You and your coworker Emily finally give in to the tension between you two after teasing from Derek and Penelope, and promises of breaking records of your ongoing timed flustering game.

After a case you and your team had taken two weeks to solve, the idea of going back to Quantico was heavenly. Though you and your coworkers still had a bit of paperwork to complete before you could all go home, knowing you'd be going home to your own beds soon pulled you through it.

Throughout the time spent on the case, yours and Emily's insistent bickering and remarks had been the source of entertainment. Though one moment still lingered on your mind, you tried to push it away as you typed eagerly away at your computer.

"I could get used to you being under me, Y/L/N." Emily had smirked after the two of you had been knocked to the ground, Prentiss landing on top of you. You had blinked up at her as Hotch had shouted for the team to get back to their feet, keeping his gun aimed as he trudged forward whilst you and Emily came to a stance, following in suit. Your eyes were trained on the back of her as her words repeated over and over.

"You alive over there?" Derek's voice brought you out of your memory as you blinked three times in a row, twisting your head to look his way. Emily's eyes were on you, too, and for some unexplainable reason, your heart had jumped when you made eye contact. You had absolutely no reason why you were suddenly feeling this way. Sure, you had flirted with her in the past, much like you had with Derek, or even Penelope, but something had changed, and you knew it.

"Am I crazy or is she blushing right now?" Prentiss grinned, exchanging looks with Morgan to the left of her. "Crazy is too nice of a word to describe you, Prentiss." You retorted, though you had tried to hide the fact that you had no idea your flustered state had been showing. "What's got you blushing doll face?" Derek inquired, propping his elbow up on his desk as Emily tilted her head from where she stood, an eyebrow quirking in intrigue.

"I'm not blushing." You stated, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "Liar. You look like a tomato." The raven-haired woman laughed, her tongue running across her bottom lip. She watched as your eyes followed the motion, her smile only growing wider from it. "She looks like how she did when you called her baby that one time." Morgan instigated, leaning forward. "Oh yeah, she liked that, didn't you?" Emily smirked, raising her eyebrows at your flushed face.

"I hate both of you." You rolled your eyes, turning away from them to hide a smile as your cheeks reddened. "Awe you guys are flirting without me?" Penelope sighed as she walked in, her bright red hair resting elegantly on her shoulders, contrasting to the bright yellow shirt she wore. She hands you a donut before proceeding to give the other two to the others. "Oh, we only just started baby girl. Prentiss already has Y/L/N flustered- it only took five minutes this time."

"New record! Impressive, Emily." Garcia smiled, halting at the raven haired woman's side as you turned back around to face them. "You know, Hotch will never let us go home if you keep teasing me."

"Oh come on, I like seeing you blush because of me." Emily remarked, doing that lip bite thing she always does. "Are you trying to flirt with me Em?"

"Yes. Is it working?"

You shrug in response as you bite down on your donut, placing it down as you noted the glaze still on Emily's bottom lip after she had taken a bite of hers, sitting down on Derek's desktop, her legs manspread as usual (another thing that you couldn't help but notice). Her eyes met yours as a mischievous grin slithered across your face; two could play at the flustering game. You came to a stance, stopping right between her legs. Her eyebrow quirked as your hand reached up, thumb running across her bottom lip to remove the glaze.

But as you slipped your thumb into your mouth, keeping your eyes on hers the whole time, her mouth opened just the smallest bit, eyes falling to your lips as you pulled your thumb out. "You just had a little thing there." You smiled innocently, patting her knees with your hands before reaching behind her, grabbing a manila folder, grinning once more at her before retreating off to Hotch's office. You could hear her clear her throat as the other two laughed in bafflement.

When you returned only five minutes later, announcing you were able to go home now that you completed your work, you noted the slightest bit of blush on Emily's pale cheeks. "Looks like my mouth does a better job of teasing you than my words do." You smirked, watching as both Derek's and Emily's eyebrows raise quickly, Penelope biting a smile back. "You sure about that?" Prentiss managed to question, though her heart had been beating quickly from the vision she had in her mind.

"Oh, I'm positive."

"Can you both just make out already or something and stop teasing each other all the time!" Garcia squealed, realizing her words came out a lot louder than intended as she noticed heads turn. "Balls in Prentiss's court." You started, tugging your bag over your shoulder as you shut off your computer and filed everything into place neatly. "See you guys Monday." You finished, sending a wink their way as you whipped around, heading to the elevator.

Emily remained speechless from where she sat, noticed quickly by the other two. "Looks like Y/L/N broke her record, too." Morgan remarked with an exchanged smile to the redhead beside him, patting the brunette on the shoulder. "So... you gonna hurry up and finish your work so you can make your move or...?" Penelope questioned, gaining the other woman's attention. She had caught on a long time ago that the raven-haired girl had harbored more than platonic feelings for you, but kept it her little secret. Emily came to a stance, straightening her black button up as she nodded. "I'm going to make it under a five-minute record."

"And how exactly are you going to accomplish that?" Derek inquired, watching as a knowing grin grew on her face. "I'm afraid that's classified, Morgan." She replied, walking away from the two who exchanged raised eyebrows, eager for Monday to come to hear from the two girls.

-

Four knocks from your front door startled you out of your sleepy state as you looked to your clock, noting the time had been nearly one in the morning. You came to a stance, shutting off the TV you had been drifting off to in the past hour since you'd been home before making your way to the unknown visitor.

You were surprised to see Emily through the peephole of your apartment door, but quick to unlock the door, meeting her face to face. "Uh, everything okay Prentiss?" You grumbled, attempting to fixate your tired eyes as they landed on her lips that were tugged between her teeth.

"I can't do it anymore." She uttered, her mouth falling agape.

"Do what?"

"Act like the teasing and flirting is a joke or just for fun." She stated, noting that you were confused and unsure of what she meant. "I'm not flirting with you because I feel like it. I'm flirting with you because I want you, and if that's uncomfortable to hear I apologize. But it's killing me to pretend that the things I say aren't what I'm thinking or feeling."

Your mouth laid agape upon hearing what she had just admitted, your heart beginning to beat as you watched her tongue glide across her bottom lip again. Those perfectly shaped lips, designed by the gods themselves. "And I love when you do that, every time." She whispered, always knowing you were watching that simple action. "Please say something."

You had only recently noticed the change in the way you looked at her or thought about her, usually shaking it off as you deemed it odd, but the more those thoughts occurred, the greater your feelings had grown in the past month. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel the same way she did. Your eyes met her brown ones that poured into yours with so much emotion; so much wanting. "As often as I say I hate you, I don't; I want you more than I'd like to admit, and that damn tongue thing you do drives me crazy." You replied, swallowing hard as a smirk made its way across her lips. "So... you wouldn't pull a gun on me if I kissed you, right?" She inquired, taking a step towards you.

"Mm... I still haven't decided." You responded before reaching for her hand, tugging her forward, and crashing your lips onto hers. She was quick to kiss back, holding the back of your head as her other hand slithered around your waist, bunching your t-shirt in her palm. Your lips remained moving in harmonious motion as you pulled her into your apartment; she followed your lead, shutting the door behind her.

The kiss became more heated and passionate as your tongues fought for dominance, her hands tugging at the hem of your shirt, nonverbally asking for permission. You nodded before pulling back from the kiss, allowing her to pull the shirt over your head, leaving your chest exposed. Her eyes dropped to your breasts, biting down on her bottom lip at the sight. When her eyes returned to yours, they were filled with lustful yearning.

Those eyes ignited something within you, matching her yearning equally. You pecked her lips before grasping her wrist, uttering: "Bedroom." She nodded quickly, following your lead into the next room after you locked your door. The two of you were quickly on top of the bed, tongues slipping into each other's mouths before hers trailed down your neck, and to your bare chest. There, she cupped your right breast as her tongue circled around the nipple of the other, sending your head lolling back. She paid such close attention to how you reacted, mentally noting what made you feel good; right now, that's all she wanted to do.

She swapped movements to alternate what she had done previously, swirling her tongue on your right nipple this time, and hand massaging your left. Your hands tugged at the buttons of her button up shirt, which you knew she had been wearing at work. As soon as she had left, she had come straight to you, wasting no time.

Pulling away from you, she helped you unbutton each one before tossing the shirt to the side, leaving her in a black lace bra. Your hands were unclipping it in an instant, tossing it aside as you admired how pretty her tits sat. "You're so beautiful, Em." You whispered, sounding as if you were out of breath. Her right hand met your chin, directing you to look into her eyes. "Mm, so are you pretty girl." She smirked, watching as you bit back a smile. "Remember when I said I could get used to being on top of you?"

"How could I forget?"

A mischievous smile made its way on her face as she moved to straddle you, slowly laying you down by holding you by your arms. "I meant it." She added, planting kisses on your stomach as her fingers toyed with the hem of your shorts, tugging them down as she planted more kisses down your legs, making you slightly squirm. "Before I take these off, I want to make sure you want to do this." Emily stated, fingers hooked around your panties at your hips. You nodded eagerly, earning a tilt of her head. "Words, baby."

Butterflies swirled in your stomach at those two words; "Yes. I want you, I want to do this."

"Good girl." With that, she was grasping your underwear by your hips, shimmying them down and off, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. Her hands grabbed the back of your knees, pushing your legs up for you to hold them. You complied, watching as she lowered herself to your cunt.

With one kiss to each side of your folds, she licked a long stripe up your slick, eyes remaining on yours as she watched your eyes roll back. A smirk made its way on her face as she continued to do this, swirling her tongue around your clit before sucking it between her lips, beginning to pick up the pace as she slid a digit inside of you. "Fuck Prentiss-" You whimpered, keeping a grip on your legs as she slithered an arm around your left leg, taking your left hand in her right one. Her fingers pumped in and out as she curled them, observing what made you react the most to learn what you like. "Just like that." You moaned, squeezing her hand as her eyes answered for her. She was unbelievably good at this, no doubt very experienced from the way her tongue moved as if it knew exactly what to do.

It wasn't long before that pressure built within your core, releasing as you climaxed. "I think my mouth does a better job at teasing than yours, Y/L/N." She quirked, getting to her knees as she hovered over you, intertwining her lips with yours. The taste of you on her lips only made your desire to reciprocate pleasure greater; you were on your knees alongside her before breaking apart to tug at the loops of her black jeans. "I want these off." You ordered, receiving an eager nod from Emily. You sucked on the skin of her neck as you removed her underwear, making sure to leave a visible spot to show she wasn't the only one winning this time.

You teased her by planting kisses up and down her thighs that were spread just for you. "Quit being a tease, Y/N."

"What's s'matter love? Thought you liked it."

"Oh, I do, but not when you're looking this hot and about to eat me out."

"Just say please."

"Please."

"Mm, not convincing enough." You drawled, kissing the inside of her right thigh as your fingers ghosted over her cunt, making her squirm for touch.

"Please baby." She whimpered, watching as you smirked before meeting her clit, working away in satisfaction. She had always been the dom in these situations, but something about the way you made her beg for it sent butterflies throughout her stomach; just like your tongue was doing to her now.

You too were experienced and no stranger to pleasing women, so this was light work. Two of your fingers entered her as you mimicked her own movements prior, curling as they pumped at that spongey spot. "Fuck-" She grunted, chest rising and falling quickly as your tongue affectionately swirled and sucked on her clit, licking up and down her slick attentively. The taste of her was good enough, but watching her actually lose control beneath you was satisfying. Her climax began to build as you picked up the pace, watching as those dark lustful eyes remained trained on yours, and her reddened lips laid agape from the pleasure she was feeling.

Her head lolled to the side as you flicked your tongue on her sensitive nub repeatedly, sending her over the edge. Her moans were like music to your ears as you licked up her folds a couple more times, taking her cum into your mouth. You came to your knees before her laid figure, sticking your digits in your mouth to clean off her juices. "God you drive me crazy." She whimpered as she watched your motions, licking her bottom lip before tugging it between her teeth. "Crazy's too nice of a word." You reminded with a small grin, kissing her lovingly.

She remained at your place that night, and the night after; having spent the whole weekend with you. Returning to work Monday, you two kept up your bickering as a front, though the hickeys on Emily's neck hadn't gone unnoticed by Derek and Penelope, nor the other team members. You just smirked to yourself as she shook her head at you, as if to say, 'I'm getting you back.'

And she would, because your guys' game was far from over.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[indecisive-capricorn]

Headcanons to Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Woman Reader:

WARNINGS: Fluff, a few dirty jokes (if you're not 18+, please don't read this post), a few mentions of death, etc.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before everyone reads this, I just want to say that the timeline begins way before ATSV. Like, it starts around the same time as the Miguel O'Hara we see in the SATSV credit scene. Also yes, the dirty jokes might have been a little unnecessary but I couldn't help myself, it was literally right there! And I wanted to make this longer but I'll just continue it with a part II instead. :)

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On the day you had met Miguel O'Hara, you felt relieved and lucky to have another superhero alongside you. Not just because you are the clumsiest spider woman to probably ever live and needed some help before you get into an accident from slipping becuse of a banana or a bag or had fallen down multiple times during a fight for no reason at all. Seriously, it's not your fault. You either have bad luck or just have really bad balance but either way, meeting Miguel O'Hara for the first time had assured you that you weren't the only one going through everything you have endured as a superhero.

You were a loner practically because of your secret life. You were aware of the dangers that could happen to you and to those you tell your secrets to, so you decided to keep your mouth shut on it until Miguel came along.

Miguel was a little awkward but quite nice to you during your first meeting after he had helped you defeat a Doctor Octavius who was not from your dimension. Miguel explained to you about the multiverse and how people like the Doctor Octavius who came to your dimension are called anomalies and his plans to create a team of spider people to keep the universe in balance. You were a little reluctant to join at first because let's face it, you already have a lot of trouble keeping your own dimension's villain in place and you didn't want to burden Miguel either, but eventually, you agreed.

Miguel said so himself that he had only recently found a way to go to other dimensions but it's a little tricky and because of it, the team was still small and consisted only of a few members, including Miguel, you, another spider woman named Jessica Drew who's a total badass and a Peter Benjamin Parker who looks quire similar to your old college friend, Peter Parker but that's a story for another time.

In almost all of your missions, you were paired up with Miguel. You've went on a few missions with Peter and Jess too, but you worked mostly with Miguel and actually got bonded well with him. At first you two got along over your love for empanadas and although you were under the impression that Miguel might be a humourless, stoic guy, you were met with the complete opposite. Sure, he can be serious at times but he was also funny and casual and loves to joke with you in his own sarcastic way.

Miguel trained you as well. Whenever you made a mistake during training or during the missions, he would help teach you a move or two to help improve your skill and you've always appreciated that, especially when you noticed how he was using his free time to train you, outside of working hours, even when the sun was already setting.

Since the two of you are practically partners-in-crime at work or sometimes jokingly called work wife and work husband by Peter and Jess, you would be around each other most of the time. While Miguel would be busy finishing an invention in his lab, a watch that's supposed to bring you to any dimension you want and stops the person wearing them from glitching, you were busy watching for any anomalies that might pop up in the dimensions. Miguel insisted for you to do it near him, so that way he could glance at the screens every once in a while too when he stops momentarily for a break.

You were the one to always remind him to eat, either bringing him some homemade empanadas, which became his personal favourite ever since he took the first bite but he'll never admit it to you , for lunch or lasagna for dinner. It became a habit at that point and you end up bringing two homemade dishes instead of one to work. The first time you gave him some of your homemade food, Miguel was insistent to pay you back somehow, though it was hard for him to resist any of the food you give him. Either out of hunger or just because his tongue loves the way all the food you bring tastes. And technically, it's not the only thing his tongue loves to taste if you swing in the right direction and put enough courage to it. ;)

However, when you were secretly watching Miguel— yes, you're quite nosy — as he took over to check for any anomalies on the screens, you couldn't help but notice that he would always look to a particular dimension. You weren't sure which dimension it is, but you knew that the Miguel O'Hara in that dimension has a daughter named Gabriella. You caught him looking over to that dimension a couple more times but dismissed it to be nothing and decided to mind your own business on it.

You only began to become suspicious when Miguel didn't come to his missions or even come to Spider Society. Miguel had managed to recruit a lot more spider variants but it was very unlike him to not be present in the team. Out of everyone, Miguel was the one who insisted for Jess, Peter and you to work just as hard when the team was still little. And the times Miguel did come for missions or to make an invention, he would always be in a hurry, as if he had some other businese to attend to.

Miguel could also be a bit unfocus at times. One time, you noticed him staring at a file about a mission report and tried to ask him an absurd question. "Miguel?" "Hm?" "Is it alright if I redecorate the whole office and cover it with hot pink glitter and rainbows?" "Sure, as long as you think it's benefical for the mission."

You were of course a little very hurt by his frequent absence but you didn't want to immediately confront him about it. You knew how hard it was for Miguel to manage a whole team, especially one that's growing rapidly by the day, so you tried to be understanding and stayed quiet about it.

That was until one day, you had enough. Your patience could only go so far and that thin line broke when Miguel had suddenly left during an important mission. The mission was a success and you managed to take down the anomaly, but after the fight, you were left with a severely broken arm. When Miguel received news about your state, he quickly went over to the infirmary where you were being treated at. You were silent the whole time he was apologizing to you for abruptly leaving and began tending to your arm instead of the spider healer that had been assigned to you.

Miguel had stuck around, bringing in snacks and drinks to comfort you during your time in the infirmary until the sun went down. He used the excuse that he needed to do check the multiverse for any activities of an anomaly. However, you knew that wasn't the case and right after he left the infirmary, you soon followed after him, making sure to be careful and silent with your steps.

When Miguel had arrived to his office, you noticed him using his newest invention, the watch that allows anyone to go to another dimension, and witnessed firsthand as he disappeared into a portal. You managed to slip into the portal but since you weren't thinking things through, you had completely forgotten that the portals were often opened from the sky, and with that broken arm of yours, it's no wonder you might get more injuries from the fall. Thankfully though, your instincts kicked in and it was around night time as well, so you managed to stick your webs to the building before you hit the ground and without anyone noticing you.

After landing on the ground, you were eventually able to follow Miguel again but turned confused when you saw him going into a house that you were unfamiliar with. You had been to Miguel's universe before and knew what his home looked like in Nueva York, but you were not in Miguel's universe and the house he had went to looked less extravagant than the penthouse he had let you stayed in for the night, which you promised to yourself to never discuss it with anyone.

You observed from a far distance to ensure that Miguel wouldn't catch you and watched as he climbed into the window on the second floor of the house and you began to get doubtful of your suspicions, wonderinv if perhaps he was just on a secret mission you didn't know about. Miguel tends to be secretive at times.

An old lady soon stepped out of the house, seemingly a neighbour, but what shocked you was that when the house door opened for the old lady to go out, you saw a glimpse of Miguel with Gabriella.

You froze in your spot for some time, completely dumbstruck by the revelation. When you finally snapped out of your trance, you noticed Miguel and Gabriella watching a soccer match on the television, actively cheering for their favourite team with popcorn and sodas. You were amused slightly at the sight but not so much with the idea of what exactly was happening at that moment because as far as you know, Miguel never had a daughter to begin with in his own dimension.

So, to be sure, you went back to headquarters and checked the backgrounde of both Gabriella's and Miguel's universes. With Lyla's help, you found out that Gabriella's father, the Miguel O'Hara in her universe, had been killed several weeks ago— the exact same time your well, not your your Miguel became more absent in the Spider Society. It was a canon event and nothing could be done to prevent it or else it could have caused chaos. You became suspicious and after checking his watch's history, you discovered ghat Miguel had went to Gabriella's dimension during the important mission and he had also went there multiple times during his frequent absence at work.

You confronted Miguel about it after you had gathered all of the evidence to prove what he had been up to the past several weeks. You didn't want to be harsh but you knew you needed to be upfront about it, knowing how Miguel is like. It wasn't much of a confrontation but you had asked him for his side of the story. You wanted to hear his reasons.

Miguel explained to you that he wanted to raise Gabriella for the time being until he can find a suitable guardian for her since Gabriella's father was raising her by himself without her mother nor grandparents. Miguel didn't want Gabriella to know that her father had been killed either since it would distress her, so he had secretly been living as the Miguel O'Hara in that universe. You understood his reasons, of course, but you warned him that if he doesn't find a guardian for Gabriella soon, there will be consequences for both him and Gabriella's universe.

Even after you had warned him, Miguel still kept on going to Gabriella's universe, but he was a little more present at work as well. You avoided Miguel as much as you could at work, finding it to be ironic that the man who was dedicated to protecting the multiverse was also about to disrupt another universe's canon. However, you couldn't blame him either. Gabriella is his own child in another universe and having to go through a parent's death is already hard enough as it is, especially at a young age. Miguel was trying to protect her from that pain as long as he could until he was able to find a suitable guardian for her, which is really hard since before her father's death, Gabriella lived alone with her father and had no other family. From the universe's data, her mother had left after she had given birth to Gabriella and Gabriella's grandparents from Miguel's side had already died while Gabriella's mother's family wanted nothing to do with them.

Although you understood his reasons for continuing, you still feared of the consequences that might come to Miguel and Gabriella, so after your missions, you would go to Gabriella's dimension and watched over her from a distance to check if there were any glitches or potential dangers around her, even when Miguel was not around her. Miguel noticed it eventually, but instead of scolding or confronting you about it, he introduced you to Gabriella and told her that you're "Papa's good friend from work".

Gabriella was shy and quiet when you first met her, but after meeting her a few more times, she slowly opened up and revealed her curious side to you. Gabriella is quite adorable and would sometimes aske you questions about her father and how close the two of you are. You didn't find it odd, especially since Gabriella's father probably didn't bring any of his friends back home to meet Gabriella, and answered all of Gabriella's questions with enthusiasm.

At first, you only wanted to meet Gabriella a couple times just so that you knew what she is like, but you weren't able to say no when Gabriella had asked if you could go to her soccer match on Thursday with big, wide eyes. Okay, you admit you have a soft spot for children but how can anyone blame you for saying yes when an adorable kid asks you to go to their soccer match looking all excited?

You ended up going to Gabriella's soccer match and Miguel was a little smug that you came, especially since you didn't really want to get too attached to Gabriella, but Miguel didn't comment anything about it and just bought you some snacks for the soccer match while you two cheer for Gabriella. She was so excited when she realized that you came and hugged you tightly after she had won the match, though Gabriella turned a little sad when you had to leave. In order to cheer her up, you made a pinky promise to Gabriella that she will see you soon enough.

[steddieas-shegoes]

watch the five hole

for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘hole’

rated t | 404 words

cw: language | tags: hockey au, goalie Eddie Munson, forward Steve Harrington, friends to enemies to lovers, ambiguous but pretty obvious ending

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A shootout is a blessing and a curse.

When your team can’t finish it in 60, or in overtime, it’s down to you. Well, you and someone else to score a goal.

Eddie thrived under this pressure, practically prayed for it to happen against certain teams. He wanted to prove himself as a rookie, and this was the best way to do it.

His record for the season was impressive so far, and he planned on keeping it that way.

But for some fucking reason, his first NHL shootout had to be against the Avalanche, the most impressive offensive team this season. Their players were good.

And Steve Harrington wanted nothing more than to be the one to score against him, he just knew it.

They’d played together in high school, somehow beat the odds to both be drafted first round. They always supported each other.

Until they didn’t.

Steve had made a snide comment about being excited to play for a team with a real goalie during his draft interviews, and Eddie didn’t really like his fucking tone.

As if he hadn’t saved their team over and over again when they forgot how to defend their own net. As if Eddie hadn’t spent four years of their lives basically worshiping the ground Steve walked on. As if-

He looked straight ahead as soon as Steve took the ice. Eddie saw the flash of the 86 on his sleeve, thought about his own 86 on the back of his sweater.

He thought about its relevance to them, but quickly pushed the thought away when the whistle blew and Steve started skating down the ice with the puck.

He knew Steve, knew his habits, knew he’d go blocker side, top shelf. That’s where 90% of his shots went tonight.

Steve shot.

The buzzer went off.

Eddie looked behind him and frowned at the puck in the back of the net.

Steve stopped in front of him.

“Gotta watch your five hole, Eds. You’re a pro now.”

Luckily, he saved the next attempt and his guys managed to win it.

When he left the rink, Steve was waiting for him, Bruins beanie on his head with a number 86 on it.

“Think I could buy the goalie a late dinner?”

“Why?” Eddie couldn’t fathom Steve wanting to actually take him out.

“Because I figured I could try to score twice tonight.”

Eddie nodded. “Get in, Harrington.”

[cherienymphe]

Home Sweet Home (Homelander x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, mentions of MURDER, violence, stalking, voyeurism, forced relationship

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​

summary: Having the attention of America’s greatest hero isn’t a dream come true. It’s a fucking nightmare.

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You locked your door with trembling hands, lips just as shaky as a shallow breath escaped you. You allowed your forehead to gently drop against the wood, struggling to swallow. As you closed your eyes, your fingers grazed over the lock, and you knew that wouldn’t keep him out, but you needed to pretend even if only just for a few moments.

After taking some minutes to collect yourself, you straightened and turned around. Your apartment was small, but personable. It was almost impressive what you’d managed to do with the small space you were given. Secondhand furniture, dishes you’d gotten from your grandma, and art you’d collected over the years hanging on the wall. It was nice, but…normal. It didn’t strike you as terribly special to look at.

Everything about your life was mundane.

Your apartment, your life…and you.

And that’s why you didn’t understand it one bit.

Agreeing to tag along with a friend to an event to meet The Supes turned out to be the biggest mistake of your life. You had always appreciated them for the good they did, but you hadn’t ever been anywhere as invested as your friend. But you were supportive, always had been, and had been all smiles as you stood to the side while she got her pictures and autographs.

Everyone else had been content with just your small waves and polite smiles even though The Deep’s eyes had lingered on you for longer than necessary before looking away with so much dismal it almost offended you. It was clear that you weren’t a fan fan, and everyone else had respected that…except for him.

His charming smile had seemed to fill your vision as he stepped closer, reaching out despite your protests and pulling you against his side as he signaled to some reporters to get pictures. You had tried to politely turn them, and him, down, but he’d insisted. You hadn’t been the most comfortable, but what could you do?

Homelander was just as imposing in person as he seemed on TV. His blond hair was perfect, eyes eerily too blue, and canines almost too sharp as he grinned. He seemed almost out of touch as he shushed your protests away and insisted how much you’d look back on this in fondness. You didn’t exactly agree, and his gentle hold on your arm didn’t do much to quell your nervousness about the strength that you knew was just below the surface.

One picture had been developed immediately, and he hadn’t hesitated to sign it. When he’d asked for your name, you’d paused. It was such an innocent question especially under the circumstances, but for some strange reason, as your gaze met his endless blue one, you didn’t want to give it to him. The feeling had struck you so deeply that you didn’t know how to respond, but then your friend had answered for you, and that was that.

The smile he threw her seemed way more genuine than the one he gave you, eyes holding yours for a moment longer before looking back down and signing your name.

“What’s the matter? Not a fan?”

His deep voice was unwavering, tone unreadable despite the smile on his face. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he seemed almost…offended by the thought that you weren’t. You had given a small chuckle, shrug.

“No, yeah, I am,” you’d said with a polite smile. “I just… Not like her.”

You’d gestured to your friend, but Homelander hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. He handed you the picture, and you’d taken it, careful to avoid touching his hand for some reason. It was only when your friend called your name did you realize that throughout your entire interaction with the superhero, she’d made her way through the entire team and was waiting on you.

You had remembered feeling embarrassed, quickly saying your goodbyes before walking away. She’d gushed about it all the entire ride home, an occasional hum and words of agreement coming from you.

“He’s so much prettier in person, right?” she was referring to The Deep. “They all are.”

She had happily sighed, and happy that your friend lived out her dream for even just a few moments, you’d been determined to forget about your own interaction.

But that turned out to be easier said than done.

It was almost scary really how quickly after that your life had taken a sharp turn. You, who had never so much as been in a car accident, suddenly found yourself in the crossfire of a bank robbery. The pain of the bullet was indescribable, and you’d been bleeding on the pavement while some good Samaritans had been trying to keep you conscious while cops arrived…when he arrived.

He hadn’t been alone, and you didn’t know if that was on purpose or if it just worked out that way because while Queen Maeve had been handling the criminals and restoring order until the police showed up, Homelander was knelt beside you. Everyone around you had been so relieved, trusting the superhero with you probably more than they would God himself.

“An ambulance will take too long,” you’d heard him say.

Darkness was reaching for you and grasping you when he lifted you into his arms. The movement made you flinch, and despite the soothing baritone of his voice as he shushed you, you didn’t relax, at all. You had only been grateful to finally pass out before he took flight, and when you woke up in the hospital, you could tell that the nurses were dying to ask you what it was like to be saved by Homelander.

Your best friend had been relieved that you were alive, her gratitude towards the heroes growing at that. You had remained in the hospital for longer than you would have liked, and it was only the 3rd or so day there that you finally asked about your things, only just noticing hat you didn’t have them. She had glanced around in confusion, just as clueless as you before flagging down a nurse.

That had proved fruitless, and while the whole thing unnerved you, your friend was the one to convince you that it wasn’t important. She was just happy that you were alive, and her happiness had been contagious. However, when you finally made it home, your friend’s voice became background noise when you made it to your room.

There, on your bed and still stained with your blood, was your purse.

You had known how it got there, even if you didn’t want to admit it or tell anyone else. Why? You didn’t know. After all, it was a nice gesture, right? You knew your friend would tell you that a little breaking and entering was nothing when a superhero who saved your life was just returning your things. She often talked about them like gods, revered them as such, and you knew she didn’t think they should be held to the same moral standards as the rest of you, but…

You had never bought that.

The thought of him not only knowing where you lived, but also having been in your apartment at some point made your stomach turn. You could hear your friend talking from the kitchen as she prepared to cook you something, and as silly as it seemed, you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your entire purse, and everything in it, in the garbage.

After that, it had started small.

A moved item here, your favorite bra missing there. You had asked your friend about it, but unsurprisingly, she didn’t know what you were talking about. A little voice in the back of your head whispered the unthinkable to you, but against your better judgement, you’d brushed it off.

Then Steve had happened.

He’d been sweet when he asked for your number at Starbucks one day. You’d been surprisingly receptive and had given it to him. The date had been great, the sex even better, and then you’d woken up 2 days later to the discovery that his body had been dragged from the canal. It had shaken you for more reasons than one, and nobody seemed to listen when you voiced your fears.

“Y/N…are you serious?”

Your friend looked equally concerned for you and angry at you for what you’d said.

“It’s too much of a coincidence, it’s too weird-.”

“He saves lives,” she’d angrily said. “He saved your life.”

You didn’t bring it up again after that, not wanting to lose a friendship over some overpowered celebrity that she didn’t even know. You didn’t go on another date after that, instead spending all of your time either at work or at home. You didn’t even watch the news after that, the sight of his perfect face on the screen making you tense up. You felt stuck, frozen, trapped by something you couldn’t see, and after a while you started to convince yourself that maybe you were crazy…

Until you weren’t.

The scream you let out when you awoke to a large figure standing over your bed one night was loud enough to wake neighbors. Choked gasps left you as you scrambled for the lamp, eyes widening in horror when light flooded the room. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back as he looked over your room, face unreadable as his blue eyes took everything in.

As if he hadn’t been there before.

“What…what are you doing here?” you had gasped, back pressed to your headboard as you fought to get as far away from him as possible.

He hadn’t answered right away, a low hum escaping him instead before his eyes finally met yours. It seemed like forever since you last looked into them, and it was beyond unnerving how…lifeless they looked. He held your gaze for a few moments more before it slowly descended over you, making you cover yourself despite the fact that you were clothed and that it would do no good. He was going to see what he wanted to see no matter what.

“You know…”

He took a step towards your dresser, reaching out to pick up a picture of you and your friend, admiring it for a moment.

“…most people would be thrilled to find me in their room. They’d naturally assume that there was danger, and I was here to save them.”

In your mirror, you could see him roll his eyes towards the ceiling at that.

“…because they trust me. They all trust me with their life…but you don’t even trust me with your purse.”

His gaze lifted to connect with yours in the reflection at that, and you didn’t miss the slight clench of his jaw. You watched it drop to your heaving chest, and you knew that he could feel your heart going a mile a minute. You didn’t bother to repeat your earlier question…you only ran.

Lasers burning the wall before you had you collapsing to the floor as soon as you made it to the hallway. Despite how useless it would be, you had covered your head, tears in your eyes as you turned around to face him. His eyes glowed red in the dark as he stepped towards you, his steps thunderous in the otherwise quiet apartment. Your breathing had picked up as you crawled backwards, panicked sobs leaving your mouth.

Your eyes had been pleading because there was nothing you could do against him, and you both knew it. You couldn’t outrun him or outfight him, and if there was a chance you could do anything to seriously hurt him, he would cauterize your throat without hesitation. You were completely at his mercy…

…and he took full advantage of that.

Your pleas and begging meant nothing to him that night, or any night after. His hand around your throat had left a bruise that lasted for days, and you had felt the pop of strands coming out of your scalp when he gripped your hair too hard.

“Please…please,” you had begged, pushing against his hard chest.

He had stretched you out on the floor of your hallway, his unrelenting cock thrusting into you with a force that frankly terrified you. The pace was almost bruising, and there had been several moments where he’d had to stop and seemingly remind himself how easy it was for him to accidentally kill you in this moment. Despite how much you didn’t want this, the squelching sound of his cock thrusting into you was loud in the darkness, dripping around him and making his movements easier than they were when he started.

You were unable to move beneath him, held down by his strong frame as he sank into you again and again. You couldn’t even scream, that’s how tightly he was holding your throat, and his harsh breathing and deep grunts in your ear made you want to be sick. The night had seemed to go on forever, an endless nightmare, and when he spilled himself into you, you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from crying.

He had lightly tapped your face, telling you to hush before rising to fix himself. Your entire body had ached, in shock and disbelief at what had just taken place. He had reached down to tilt your chin up, and you had been too afraid to look away. When he left your apartment like nothing had ever happened, you hadn’t expected to see him again.

But you did the next night. And the night after that, and the night after that.

You cried every time, bed squeaking from his brutal thrusts. He moved you in whatever position he wanted, his strength no match for you as he pushed and pulled you however he liked. After the second week, when you woke up with a sorely bruised lip, you thought of everything you could to put an end to this. After all, you would have rather spent a lifetime in prison than at the mercy of Homelander and his cock.

The next time he came, you had been waiting with a knife…and you had paid for it with a broken wrist. Your scream had been blood-curdling, and the blond had merely tilted his head to the side, hand still wrapped around your arm as he watched you cry.

“Was it worth it?” he eventually asked, mirth in his voice.

Your only response had been a sob, and he tsked.

“…now you’re hurt, and I’m still going to fuck you anyway.”

His words only made you cry harder, and when he made you come around him for the 4th time that night, watching him relax beside you to go to sleep somehow disgusted you more than anything else. Your attempt to get up and leave had been unsuccessful, his hand closing around your injured wrist. His eyes threateningly glowed in the dark as he watched you lie back down, uncaring to the way you shook.

That had been months ago, and your life had been hell ever since.

He came almost every night, sometimes here when you got home or sometimes waking you up in your sleep with his hands on you. You had long distanced yourself from your best friend, unable to keep the grimace off of your face every time she brought up The Supes, Homelander especially. You couldn’t help but think that if he wasn’t at all what you thought he was, what were the chances that the rest of The Seven were the same way? A team was only as good as it’s leader, after all.

You hoped that he wouldn’t come tonight. You hoped that tonight would be one of those nights where work had him tied up for days even. The day in which you never saw him again couldn’t come fast enough, and you hoped that today would be that day. You hoped, and yet even as you hoped, you found yourself cooking his favorite meal, afraid of what could happen if he did show up tonight and you hadn’t. You could still recall the heat only inches away from your face as he’d seared a hole into the wall you were leaning against.

You shuddered at the memory, and you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling over.

Why you? You had asked yourself that repeatedly and had yet to come up with an answer. You wish you had never gone to that meet and greet that day. You wished that you could go back in time and change everything back to when your life hadn’t become a prison.

You were just finishing up, putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when you straightened to feel a chest at your back. You froze in place, staring straight ahead as your heart skipped a beat, and you knew he could hear it. You felt his fingers on the side of your neck, tilting your head over just a tad as he touched the skin there. They danced along your skin, trailing to the front of your throat before gently curving around it.

He pulled you back against him, nose buried into your hair as he breathed you in.

“How was work?” you almost inaudibly asked, voice shaking.

There were times where Homelander clearly liked to pretend that this was some consensual stress relieving relationship he’d pursued with you. There had been moments where he’d rant to you about The Deep or Starlight while holding you against him after he fucked you, conveniently ignoring the sound of your racing heart and the feel of your tears on his skin.

“Exhausting,” he answered, pulling you away from the counter. “…but dealing with a bunch of cocksuckers will do that.”

You didn’t resist now out of fear more than anything else, although you hated to admit the way he made you come around him. You supposed that it couldn’t be helped. It was your body’s natural response, and you’d always be relieved that your body and mind were never on the same page these days. The food was ignored as he steered you towards the couch.

Your breathing was shallow as you hovered in his lap, nails digging into his shoulder as his own fingers had a bruising hold on your waist. He pushed you down onto him, gaze focused on the way you fucked yourself onto his cock. You let out a small whimper when he circled your hips, and you tightened around him.

Your eyes rolled just as his own lifted, and you were completely unprepared for the sharp feel of his teeth on the skin of your breast. You yelped, squirming in his hold as he completely wrapped his lips around it. His other hand came up to massage the other one, and you leaned over him to lessen the pain. Your hand clutched the back of the couch, moaning as you slid over him again and again.

He eventually moved his attention to the other, and you unwittingly fisted your hand in his hair, making him groan. You slid down onto him with ease, making a mess on his thighs and clenching around him. You ignored his painful bites, wincing and shuddering in his lap.

When he started to lift his own hips, you gasped, pain blooming along your skin. You squirmed more, whining at his rough ministrations. Your hand landed on his chest, pushing against him, and you let out a harsh choking noise when his hand closed around your throat instantly. His head was lifted now, and your lashes fluttered as you stared into his cold blue eyes.

His nostrils flared as he pushed you off of him, and your voice was gone when he stood too, forcing you to lie down. When he let your throat go, you greedily sucked in air for a few seconds before his rough lips covered yours just as he thrust into you. Your back arched, chest pushing up into his and nails scratching the fabric of the sofa at his brutal pace.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning beneath him at every stroke of his cock. His hand found your throat again, and one of your hands wrapped around his wrist. The couch groaned beneath you, and your toes curled as he pushed you towards the edge. You froze, a rush in your ears as you clenched down onto him once, and then over and over again. Your lips were parted in a silent scream before it eventually came out in a high-pitched sigh.

When he came, his eyes glowed red, putting fear into your heart. It happened sometimes when he climaxed, and although it never went beyond that, as Homelander spilled himself into you, you wondered when the day would come when it inevitably would. 

~

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[kaeyx]

royal au with street rat!chuuya

Sreet rat!chuuya who when he first laid eyes on you, you were the only thing he felt like stealing at the time he saw yiu

Street rat!chuuya who threw rocks at your window until you finally answered him with a grumble until he accidentally threw a rock at you

Street rat!chuuya who tried to rizz you up with stolen jewels and animals even though you know it’s a stolen and you scold him for it

Street rat!chuuya who finally gained your trust and you let him in your room by entertaining from your balcony

Street rat!chuuya who started coming every night to your room to continue and try and seduce you

Street rat!chuuya who gets jealous whenever other princes try to court you shoul

Street rat!chuuya who fucks you against the desk while saying how your his how no one can have you and that he practically owns you

-☃️ sorry if the grammar is shit I was writing this while watching duck tales for the 7th time and got distracted multiple times

I'm giggling kicking my feet over this one omggggg!! It got long, under a cut!

Sheep/street rat Chuuya going scavenging near the castle because he's the strongest of the group and isn't afraid of the guards. Plus the best scraps are obviously where the richer people live, sometimes he can even get some beer from the soldiers or a few bits of cheese. Seeing you through the doors of the castle or when you leave for whatever reason and deciding he's going to try his luck with you. He climbs up onto your balcony and sneaks into your room, throws rocks at the walls outside to get your attention, anything he can. Tries to gain your trust and begs you for a few meals first by putting up a kicked puppy façade then getting angry because you have so much extra, can you really not afford to feed your people? You're impressed by his courage and also the fact that he climbed up the fucking wall, plus he's strangely pretty for a beggar boy. There's fair skin under the mud and sunburn and he has gorgeous hair, even if it's greasy and matted. His eyes are bright and his features are delicate, and he moves with the strength and grace of an assassin. Under the old, baggy clothes Chuuya has thin hips, strong legs, broad shoulders for his stature.

He sits on your balcony during the night and tells you about eating rats and stealing chickens, about his family- all the orphan kids in town that he teams up with, and the vicious turf wars that they fight with the other children. Even though he's old enough to learn a trade nobody takes him in, he can't read or write and he's had no education, none of the guilds in the city want him and to be honest he's tired of trying and has accepted he'll live his life protecting the kids.

You're fascinated by how different his life is to your own and tell him about your education, the balls and uncomfortable clothes, the hours of meetings with allies that you have to sit through because one day all the lands as far as you can see will be your own, and you have to be ready. He laughs at the stupid rules for banquets and gatherings, and that one time you fell off your horse when you were learning to ride. You teach him how to write his name on an old scrap of parchment, and he keeps it in his pocket. The servants bring dinner to your room now and Chuuya always gets a share, but he bundles it up and takes it back to the others instead of eating it himself.

Eventually there's talks about suitors, of course. You complain to Chuuya about overhearing your options, an uncle that's half your age or a second cousin from another country or what have you. People you've never met. Chuuya seethes and you think it's on your behalf, but really there's a strange pit growing in his stomach. Will you still live here? Or will your spouse whisk you away to some faraway city, never to be seen again? Will there be a war triggered by your succession, taking you from him forever? You chatter on about the stable boy that keeps giving you hopeful looks and that one noble that always hangs around with their kid, trying to talk to your parents; and Chuuya sees red. He grabs the food and leaves without a proper goodbye, disappears into the night and leaves you confused and annoyed.

The sheep notice something is off about Chuuya, moreso than usual. They all have bets going on how he's getting so much food consistently, with most of them agreeing it's either prostitution or he's found a really good spot to steal from and hasn't told them. It doesn't help that he's so cagey about the matter, going beet red and dodging their questions. And it's even worse tonight because he comes back angry, and Chuuya never comes back angry. He always seems oddly thoughtful when he splits the food up amongst them, making sure the smaller kids get their share too; but tonight he dumps it on the ground still wrapped in his ratty cloak and leaves again without a word.

They find Chuuya asleep in the grass by the river next morning, one hand pressed to his chest, and he refuses to answer questions. He doesn't go out for food again, begging the merchants and stealing from taverns like the rest of the Sheep do, but never coming back laden with goodies like he'd been doing for the past few months. He's snappy and sullen and doesn't play anymore, doesn't even throw rocks at the rival kids when they have to fight for something. Just sits and thinks and paces around.

You on the other hand grow worried, then annoyed, then worried again. Days turn into a whole week and Chuuya never hops onto your balcony, light and nimble. He doesn't throw rocks at your wall to grab your attention. You always eat by the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of tangled red hair underneath. You leave him food like an offering and pray for him every day, you begin to lose sleep and worry the servants. He doesn't come back. You fear he's angry with you or worse, dead. Gone like so many other beggars before him. You miss him enough that you begin writing him letters he can't read, letters you can't even send, and keeping them in a little box by your bed. Telling him about your days and wishing him well, and imagining his responses. Cynical and brash as they could be, they're comforting to you. And he'd never been unkind.

Chuuya stays in your thoughts even when he shouldn't be, even when it isn't worry you feel. You'd always meant to give him a bath, but had been to embarrassed to say it. Maybe you should have taught him to read more than his and your names. He'd have made such a good knight, or blacksmith, or strategist- he's more logical than half the old idiots arguing around your father's map table. Nobody had ever taught him any manners so he'd never been afraid to speak to you, or to tell you how stupid some of your ideas were. Whenever you meet with a suitor you can't help but compare them to him. Chuuya is prettier, his voice is nicer, he's smarter, he's more honest, he makes better conversation.

You start to wish he'd come back for entirely new reasons. Maybe if you could clean him up, dress him in some of your clothes... it could never happen of course, the kingdom stands to gain nothing from that union, but you can dream. He could maybe learn to wield a sword and do good things, earn a living instead of begging for scraps like a dog. He could be yours, as much as law and custom could allow. If only he'd come back.

[uchi-mochi]

You flatter me (Sebastian Sallow x Slytherin!Reader)

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : - ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ - : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Summary; After joining the Slytherin quidditch team it is finally time for your first Hogwarts house party with Sebastian. Overal just two idiots who are in love <3

Warnings: mentions of Alcohol, not proofread

Word count: 2k

Requests are open!

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : - ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ - : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

House parties at Hogwarts held a strong legacy for themselves - and with every new party the students tried to out do the last one. Every house was competitive when it came to this.

Quidditch had always been a good reason to host one such party - so when the sport was reintroduced in your 'sixth' year it was only a matter of time before all hell would break lose in the common rooms.

The Slytherin quidditch team had a few open spots, Imelda Reyes had practically begged you to join the try outs, specifically for the role of seeker.

"Y/n L/n." Imelda Reyes said in a stern voice. "You have beat literally all of my damn trials in record time. You know a seeker is all about insight and speed!"

You pondered on your decision. Ranrok was gone and the ancient magic depository laid safe under Hogwarts. You would finally have some time to yourself - developing your flying hobby didn't sound too bad. 

"Besides, I heard a certain troublemaking someone is going to try out for Beater" Imelda teased.

"Very funny Imelda" you said, rolling your eyes at her. She playfully hit your side with her elbow. "Fine, I'll try out for seeker. But you owe me fudge from Honeydukes"

Naturally, you crushed the try outs and landed yourself the role of Seeker. Your competition couldn't even come close to your skills on a broom.

You sat down on the tribunes next to Ominis (who had came to cheer you and Sebastian on), opening a bag of fudge Imelda had given you. The tryout for Beater was next. Imelda was right, Sebastian was taking part in the tryouts. You had seen his surprised face when you entered the pitch - you had told him about your hesitation to join the team, but not about your change of mind.

Sebastian's skills on a broom were quite impressive. You watched in awe as he skillfully dodged and countered the incoming bludgers. He was even cocky enough to fly past you, giving you a wink.

You weren't surprised when he emerged victorious, becoming the newest Slytherin beater.

The only tryouts that were left was for the role of Keeper. Sebastian sat down next to Ominis and you after he had changed out of his quidditch gear.

"Didn't know you were going to try out for Seeker" Sebastian said as he reached for your bag of fudge. "Count me surprised"

You put the bag away from Sallows reach. "Hey, that's my well earned bribe!"

"Imelda had to bribe you to get you on the Slytherin team?" Ominis chuckled. "You're easily bribed, good to know"

Sebastian was taller than you, the difference being even larger than it was in your fifth year. He reached over for the bag and (much to your dismay) snatched a piece of the candy. "You know, I wanted to surprise you by making it on the Slytherin team. But I suppose it's even a better surprise to have my lucky charm right on the field with me"

-

Your first quidditch match was against Ravenclaw. "A good warm-up for our future matches" Imelda had said. Ravenclaw wasn't the strongest opponent you could have been out against - and you were very grateful for that. Despite your rigorous training you were nervous.

"Ready folks?" Imelda asked the team, though she didn't wait for an answer as she flew onto the air. You were all lined up for the opening ceremony, having practiced an elegant yet intimidating entrance. "I want to make them shiver before we even score a single point" Imelda had said. "Besides, it boosts morale"

The trick seemed to have worked; Imelda had scored three times before Ravenclaw did. The score was currently 80-30 for Slytherin. This gave you a slight bit of breathing room to find the golden snitch.

You scanned the playing field and spotted a glint of gold across the other side of the stadium. Sebastian flew to your side, hitting an incoming bludger away from you. You muttered a quick 'thanks'

"Seb!" You yelled. "Keep their Seeker busy for just a minute!"

"Got it!"

You flew down into the pitch, focused on that same glint of gold. Sebastian had kept his word; the Ravenclaw Seeker was far behind you, desperately avoiding the incoming bludgers. He was having a hard time avoiding Sebastian's aggressive plays - even being almost knocked out of his broom. Despite how much you loved besting Sallow in a duel, you made a mental note for yourself to never make him an enemy on the quidditch field.

The snitch was only a few centimetres out of reach as it flew under the tribunes.You upped the speed of your broom, skillfully avoiding every pillar and support that came your way. The snitch flew away from under the tribunes, out in the open air. You could spot the Ravenclaw seeker flying towards the snitch from the other side of the pitch. Sebastian had been knocked to the side and put off balance, disabling him for a few seconds. 

"40-80 for Ravenclaw!"

If you didn't act now, the match would be lost. Steering your broom slightly sideways you cut the snitch of - catching it directly in your hand just before the Ravenclaw seeker could catch it.

You quickly flew above the pitch, proudly displaying the golden snitch to the audience.

"150 points to Slytherin!"

-

You walked alongside your quidditch team into the common room, cheers erupting out of your fellow Slytherins as they swarmed around you. The common room had been decorated with all sorts of green decoration, most of them displaying the Slytherin symbol. Snacks, jugs of butterbeer and bottles of all sorts of alcohol were placed on the tables, both muggle and wizard music playing through the room.

You could spot a few shades of reds and yellows amongst the sea of robes - Merlin knows how they got in here.

Sebastian held hold of your waist, hoisting you into the air then spinning you around. You yelped in surprised at his antics, which quickly turned into a laugh.

"To our new Slytherin Seeker and Beater!" Imelda yelled as she raised her fist into the air, more cheers echoing through the room.

"What was that for!" You laughed as Sebastian put you down onto the ground again, playfully elbowing his side.

"What, can't show off our new quidditch legend?"

"Oh please, don't spare yourself the credit"

The crowd slowly dispersed over the common room as the party officially started.

"Care for a drink, Sallow?"

-

One butterbeer had turned into two (alongside a shot of something you didn't know the name of). Your head felt just slightly fuzzy.

Though that couldn't be said for a quite a bit of your fellow Hogwarts students. You had counted at least three brawl fights between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin this evening - which was very entertaining to watch. However, Imelda had promptly kicked them out of the common room.

Sebastian had left for just a moment to grab another drink, leaving you in the company of Imelda and Natty.

"Way to steal the spotlight today!" Natty said enthusiastically as she patted you on the back, holding a glass of butterbeer in her other hand. "I bet that Ravenclaw seeker is going to be sulking for at least a week"

You chuckled at her comment.

"I knew I was right about you" Imelda quipped in as she chugged down another shot. Merlin, that girl could hold her alcohol. "If you keep this up I'll happily buy you all the fudge your heart could ever desire"

"Look forward to our win streak then, Imelda"

You scanned the room for Sebastian. He had been gone for a while now. You spotted chatting with Ominis across the room from you, pouring him a glass of butterbeer. He had definitely gotten taller over the summer - and oh dear, all the quidditch practice had really made him more muscular. You knew Sebastian was handsome, but had he always looked this good in his white button up shirt and those rolled up sleeves?

Imelda followed your line of sight. "Admiring Sallow now, aren't we?"

You whipped your head away from his direction, embarrassed that you got caught.

"Oh please, it doesn't take a lot to notice how obviously the two of you like eachother"

You shot Natty a pleading look in an attempt to get her to back you up, but all she did was shrug.

"Although I have to admit, seeing the two of you pining over eachother has become one of my favorite past time hobbies, it's about damn time one of you confessed to eachother"

You had harbored a crush on Sebastian ever since the trip the two of you made to Hogsmeade at the beginning of your fifth year - his strong wit, flirty comments and protective nature made you fall head over heels for the troublemaker. However, over the passing year your feelings and admiration for the boy had only grown.

"Don't tell me you're scared of asking a boy out on a date?"

"Shut it, Imelda!"

Natty laughed at your bickering. "You have taken down countless dark wizards Y/n!"

"And don't forget about the poachers"

You groaned. "Don't remind me". They were right. How did asking out a boy seem so much scarier than taking down dark wizards? You hid behind your hands, making Natty laugh as she pulled you against her side.

"Tough evening huh?"

You quickly turned around and came face to face with Sebastian Sallow. If your blush wasn't obvious already, it certainly was now. Imelda and Natty giggled at the sight. Imelda shot up from her seat in a hurry, pulling Natty along with her.

"Our turn to get a drink now!" Natty chirped as the two of them rushed off towards the snack table.

You sighed, internally screaming at the thought of Sebastian hearing your conversations. "you could say that, yeah"

Rather than sitting down, Sebastian held out his hand for you. "I haven't danced yet tonight. Care to indulge me?" Your face lit up, gladly taking his hand.

"I'd love too, Seb"

Sebastian eagerly pulled you with him onto the dance floor, laughter erupting from the both of you.

"Ever danced before?" Sebastian asked as he placed his hand on your waist, making you feel as if butterflies were flying through your stomach

"A few times" you said as Sebastian guided one of your hands to his shoulder. Your other hand was still intertwined with his.

"Well don't worry - I'll lead"

The current song ended, a more slow and romantic song taking it's place. The two of you gently swayed across the dancefloor. Merlin did he look gorgeous tonight. You started into his eyes which were full of love and adoration.

"You're a natural" Sebastian whispered as he gently twirled you around.

"You flatter me too much, Sallow"

"You're worthy of all the flattering in the world, L/n"

You couldn't contain your feelings for him anymore. You didn't know where you got the sudden boost in confidence from but it didn't matter. You let lose of Sebastian's hand and grabbed onto the colour of Sebastian's button up shirt, pulling him into a desperate kiss.

Sebastian needed no time react, pulling you closer against him - his free hand now placed in your hair. He kissed you back just as desperately. His lips were slightly chapped, the taste of butterbeer still evident on them. Your hand found it's way onto his cheek, gently cupping it making him deepen the kiss.

The two of you broke apart, gasping in need of air. "I've been waiting ages for you to do that" Sebastian whispered, letting out a shaky breath as he pulled you into another kiss, cheers erupting through the common room at the sight.

[blindmagdalena]

Any hcs for homie with a very affectionate s/o, but who still tells him bluntly when they disagree with him? Like when deciding on the slogan, "saving the world" vs "saving America" maybe they openly say saving the world is the better choice

There are a great many things Homelander loves about you.

For instance, the way you hug him for no reason at all. In his prior experiences, hugs have only ever been an uncomfortable formality, or a transaction. The first time you put your arms around him without prompt, he was baffled enough to ask, "What's going on?" To which you simply answered, "I just wanted a hug. Is that okay?" He still smiles when he thinks about the way you looked at him when you said that. He answered, "Yeah. Yeah, sure. 'Course it's okay."

He loves the casualty of your intimacy. There's no thought or hesitation in the way you touch him. He loves that he can make you laugh so hard, there are tears rolling down your cheeks. He loves that you love him without reservation.

Something he doesn't particularly love is the ease and nonchalance with which you are constantly engaging him in full on verbal combat.

"It's not better, it's just your preference," he says, jaw tight.

You have the audacity to laugh. You're not supposed to laugh during a fight. "Okay, fine, I prefer 'saving the world,'" you say, but just as he eases at your acquiescence, you add "Because it's better."

He bristles all over again. "Why are you so intent on fighting with me?"

"Are we fighting?" You ask, brows furrowing. You look genuinely confused at that. Your posture shifts with the change in his tone. "I was under the impression we were having a conversation."

Homelander lifts his hands in an incredulous gesture. "Conversations are pleasant. You know, about the weather, or what you had for lunch, or, I don't know, complimentary! Nice! Not this-this continual dissention!"

"Dissention?" You echo, flabbergasted. "What am I, your crew aboard the Enterprise? I'm not one of your underlings," you say, frowning. He hates that look on your face. "I know that," he scoffs. He tries not to hear the petulance in his own voice. "It'd just be nice if you could be supportive once in awhile." "That's not fair," you say. Christ, it's getting worse. You're not angry with him, you sound disappointed. He'd prefer your anger. "I don't have to agree with you all the time to support you. Do you want me to lie to you? Mindlessly agree with everything you say like some kind of sycophant?" Homelander purses his lips, tapping his fingers rapidly on the armrest of his chair. Of course he doesn't want that. He despises being lied to. "No," he says eventually, realizing you aren't going to give him an out from this.

"Okay. Good," you say, which he feels a modicum of relief at. However, as he watches you get up, he's hit with a spike of anxiety; are you leaving? He's ready to snap, to tell you to sit back down and sort this out, to talk until he feels better, but he has to choke it all back when you make your way right to him and drop sideways into his lap.

Your expression is stern, focused, but there's a gentle curve to your lips. He feels the churning in his stomach ease with the weight of you, but despite the comfort your touch brings, he's grumpy enough that he doesn't immediately put his arm around you the way he normally would.

"I love you," you say. It's an immediate balm to his scorched ego. "I love you when we agree. I love you when we disagree. And for the record, I do agree with you plenty. Remember those awful Preparation H2O sticks they were pitching for The Deep? The ones shaped like dolphins?" Homelander can't maintain his sour attitude at that, he huffs a laugh. "Christ, as if they needed to associate him with the image of sticking one of those up his ass." You laugh, too. The sound is music to his ears. "Mmmhm, you and I rebranded the whole deal. We're a team. It doesn't mean we always have to agree, but we do have to respect each other. We have to love each other. Okay?"

"Okay," he echoes, less sullen and more just a touch pouty. He slides both of his arms around your waist, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You kiss the top of his head, carding your fingers through his hair. "Love you, too."

"Good," you say, smiling. "So... Save the world?"

"No," he growls through his own little grin, nipping at your throat until you squirm and break into ticklish peals of laughter, trying to push out of his iron grasp to no avail. "Clearly I need to put a little more American appreciation into you, if you catch my drift."

You groan loudly, fighting back the giggles. "Oh my god, why do I even like you?"

"I'll remind you," he purrs, hands slinking across your body as he catches you in a kiss.

Homelander tells himself that maybe the occasional disagreement isn't so bad, especially if it always results in these kind of assurance and make out up sessions.

[ivykim]

01z MEET UP!

SUMMARY: after 3 years of ivy’s idol career, she finally meets the 01z group that heeseung hangs out with! and yes, that means she finally has idol friends to hang out with.

ivy’s outfit: casual outing

NOTE: i am not familiar with just b’s lim jimin so if it’s not his how his personality is, i do apologise😭

“are you sure, heeseung? i feel like i’m overdressing! the boys will think I’m weird.” ivy says whilst straightening her clothes.

“vivi, beomgyu is literally in the friend group. you’ve seen him more than you’ve seen BTS sunbae.” heeseung mentions.

“yeah but I.N sunbae is there and haven’t even seen this other Jimin you hang out with. I only know Chu Jimin from I-LAND. what if I make a bad impression.” ivy pouts.

“nonsense, you’re our pretty girl who by the way, is almost every boy group member’s ideal type.” heeseung lifts up her chin and pecks her lips. “don’t be worried, you’ll be fine.”

she sighs, “okay. I’ll try. this won’t cause a scandal right.”

“everyone knows we’re friends and they also know you’re part of ENHYPEN so no scandal. don’t worry, our manager will be around us and chilling.”

“alright. also, we aren’t just group members. you and the other boys are still my boyfriend.” she quickly jumps and pecks heeseung’s lips. heeseung smiles at the gesture.

“you’re right. my girl.” he pats her head.

and out they went. they had meet up with the rest of the boys at some PC Cafe that they always went to. it was nearby an arcade and definitely secluded so idols could come here without getting disturb. by the time they went in, both heeseung and ivy could hear beomgyu cussing out loud.

“yah! stay in your fucking lane!” beomgyu yells out. heeseung whacks the back of his head and so he pauses the game.

“oh, you’re here-” beomgyu pauses when he notices ivy. “with ivy.”

ivy playfully glares at beomgyu, “you sound excited to see me.”

“i’m kidding.” beomgyu chuckles. “i am happy to see you. finally, you’re hanging out with us! 01z isn’t complete without you.”

ivy’s eyes met with I.N and Jimin staring at her. she felt a little shy under their gaze and so she hides behind heeseung.

“babe, why are you hiding?”

“umm, no reason.” heeseung grabs her hand and squeezes it.

“don’t worry, they don’t bite.”

“I do.” beomgyu says.

“then I’ll kick your ass.” heeseung warns.

“oh come on, you already beat me in one game last week and you’re acting as if you’re older than me.” beomgyu huffs.

“alright then, old man.” heeseung shrugs. beomgyu’s eyes widened.

“yah!”

ivy stops beomgyu, “okay, we are grown adults here. it’s a public space and I’d like to not get into a scandal because you and heeseung were arguing.”

beomgyu sighs, “fine.”

I.N approaches ivy, he reaches out his hand to gesture for a handshake. “hi, I’m jeongin or umm I.N.”

she blushes, “oh umm, hi. I’m ivy.”

heeseung wraps his arms around her waist protectively, he wasn’t one to be possessive of ivy but he still wanted to be there for her. I.N take notice of that and smirks.

“so, how does it feel to be in a some sort co-ed group? must be fun to have all their attention on you.” he asks.

“oh, I mean.” ivy blushes. “you can tell?”

“pretty obvious, heeseung doesn’t act so protective all the time but here we are.” I.N points to the other male’s hand on her waist. ��he really loves you.”

“shut up.” heeseung bites back.

“okay, calm down there cowboy. let’s play a round or two to loosen up.” beomgyu adds.

“oi, jimin is here too.” I.N says.

“right, spotlight is for you.” beomgyu mutters.

“uh, hi.” jimin waves. beomgyu smacks his shoulder.

“you are not shy, stop pretending. is it because the IT-Girl of 4th Gen is standing in front of you?” beomgyu points out,

“no, I just- whatever, let’s play.” jimin rolls his eyes beomgyu.

after a couple of hours, the boys and ivy played some games. they were impressed ivy could lead their whole team. they appreciated it and they won. beomgyu stands up and yells.

“SUCK IT.” he shouts.

they could only feel the second hand embarrassment for beomgyu but he could care less.

“anyways, we should do something for our only lady here. wanna go shopping?” jimin suggests.

“sounds good.” heeseung turns to ivy, “want to walk around?”

“yeah, why not. I think beomgyu needs to calm down after this game.”

“he definitely does.”

“you guys just suck, having ivy was the best thing. ivy, me and you should play next week and be partners.” beomgyu says.

“why not.”

“hell yeah, I got a new partner.”

“is soobin hyung not gonna-”

“he can gobble on deez nuts.”

jimin, heeseung and I.N snickered.

“let’s go! my treat for our HYBE IT-Girl.” beomgyu happily skipped out the door.

all 5 of them left the PC Cafe and went to shop. they enjoyed the shopping and had fun. they had also stopped by somewhere to eat and chat even more. finally, it was late at night, I.N and jimin had to leave early and so they said their goodbyes and left.

eventually, beomgyu had some late night practices so he had to go to. in the end, it was just heeseung and ivy left. they had waited for their manager to pick them up, it would probably take a couple of minutes since their manager texted that he would arrive soon.

“had a fun time?”

ivy nods, “they’re really fun.”

“really or is it because beomgyu paid for your new hat?” heeseung smirks.

“do you really believe that’s the reason?” ivy deadpans.

“i’m kidding. i know you had fun with the boys, they’re really fun and energetic people to be around. well, when we play games. other than that, they’re really mature in some ways. oh and wise too, like jongseong.”

ivy smiles, “I miss our boys.”

“you’re talking as if they aren’t at the dorms or at HYBE practicing right now.”

“is it wrong to miss my 6 other boyfriends?”

“not at all.” heeseung smiles.

ivy snorts, “well, pretty boy. if we weren’t in public, I would’ve kissed you by now.”

“no one is around.” heeseung gestures to show the empty street.

“mhm, sure. you say that and suddenly dispatch appears out of nowhere.”

ivy could sense it. they were definitely around and since she could see ghosts, they were definitely helping her out. pointing over to where those dispatch employees were hiding.

“seriously though, they are around. it’s best we don’t try anything.” ivy warns. she looks around trying to spot anyone suspicious.

‘hiding in the bush and in one of the cars nearby.’ – a ghost whispers like a wind blown.

“you sure?”

“I am sure, my instincts are always right.” ivy smiles.

“alright, princess. whatever you say.” heeseung ruffles her hair.

she makes eye contact with one of the people hiding, they quickly duck back down and so she scoffs. both ivy and heeseung continued to wait for their manager and finally got in the car after another 5-10 minutes of waiting.

heeseung places a kiss on her forehead once the manager drives off.

“you saw someone didn’t you?”

“which one? ghosts or the dispatch employees?” ivy asks.

“ghost?”

“well, I saw both. the ghosts aren’t scary. the dispatch people are scarier.”

their manager obviously heard what they were talking about. “I’ll talk to the CEO about this matter, if it persistently goes on.”

“thanks manager oppa.” ivy says.

“let’s get you two home first, i need to pick ni-ki and jake from HYBE since they had their own schedule.”

both ivy and heeseung hummed at their manager’s words. it took about 20 minutes for them to arrive back at their dorms. warm and cozy and also…very-

“THEY’RE BACK QUICK ASK NOONA AND HYUNG WHO IS BETTER!” sunghoon yells.

ah, yes. they couldn’t have missed this more while hanging with the 01z.