#dealing with the guys moaning it up in the cabin next door all night long

[sansxfuckyou]

agonies arrive on monday, wish me luck

[dreamlessinparis]

Refreshing Bliss

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When a heat wave becomes too much, Bucky finds a way to cool down his lovers and heat them up.

Warning: no plot, just smut, pool sex, dirty talk, explicit language, Bucky and Steve in a pool, fluff, pet names, 18+

If you're a minor, DNI

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A/N: Okay I know I said I'd have this up before the weekend was up and it's now Wednesday, I suck 🙈 haha I'm sorry this took longer than anticipated, but I really hope you like it @thefallenbibliophilequote and it quenches your pool needs😘😊 all mistakes are my own.

You could literally feel the sweltering heat through the glass window you were standing in front of. The heatwave was drastically getting worse and nothing was helping. The inner pool was under construction and the outdoor pool was still being built. Why Tony hadn’t built that with the rest of the compound you would never know. 

Alas despite the high-tech facilities of the place, the AC was having technical issues and in the midst of Tony fixing them, the whole compound was slowly melting. Everyone was down to their skivvies and aside from ogling eyes, there wasn’t any touching. It was too hot to even think about. Which was impossible to fathom considering who you were dating. 

Bucky and Steve had become a permanent fixture in your life since the night of your catastrophic mission. The fear of losing you had caused them to reveal their true feelings and they were ecstatic that you reciprocated them.  Truly you couldn't have been happier and that happiness only grew from there. But recently you were avoiding them, those two ran hotter than the average person and in this heat, it was unbearable to deal with. 

"Bunny?" Steve's voice pulled you away from your thoughts and you looked over your shoulder. He looked absolutely delectable, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that hung dangerously low on his hips. His sculpted chest was beaded with sweat and your mouth watered at the thought of running your tongue over all the hard planes. 

"Hmm?" you hummed, turning to face him fully. "What's up Steve?"

Your eyes remained glued to his glistening pecs and he chuckled softly.

"Eyes up here bunny," Steve began to walk towards you and you backed away until your bare back was pressed against the heated glass. Your eyes reluctantly broke away from his chest, and widened at the intense look in his eyes.

"Steve, no," you said, placing your hands on his chest, keeping him from coming any closer. The muscles jumped at your touch and you couldn't help the moan that escaped you. 

"No?" His eyebrow cocked, challenging your willpower.

You tried your hardest to gain your resolve, shaking your head slowly. "No Steve, it's too hot." 

"We can make it hotter. Come on, sweetheart, you've been avoiding us for well over a week and we miss you," he said, leaning to place soft kisses on your neck. Your arms buckled slightly, allowing him to take a step closer. His lips brushed over a sensitive spot, causing you to sink your nails into the skin of his pecs. 

The groan he let out rumbled through your body and the next thing you knew, he had you pressed hard against the glass and his smoldering body. His thigh found its way between your legs, your shorts barely a barrier. Your hips rocked subconsciously, needing to relieve the ache that had been plaguing you for too long. 

“Steve,” you whimpered, his thigh pressed harder against your core, and your head fell back against the glass with a thud. 

“Yes?” he mumbled into your soft skin. 

“It’s too hot,” you argued weakly, as his warm hand slid underneath your halter top, and cupped your breast. You arched into his touch and for a moment, you thought about saying fuck it and letting him have his way with you. 

But even the pleasure of his body, couldn’t bypass the rising heat, sweat clinging to your skin. It was sticky and hot, but not in a good way. You were getting too irritated to enjoy any of it and Steve felt it, pulling away with a huff. 

“We have to do something about this heat,” he complained, “I can’t keep watching you in these barely-there outfits and not fucking you against every surface.”

You laughed, knowing he was completely right. The heat was going to be the death of everyone in this compound if Tony didn’t figure out a way to make the AC work better.

“I know, Steve. It’s not easy for me either. Watching you and Bucky half-naked, working out in those shorts. It’s torture.” you whined, tossing your hands up in the air in frustration. Steve groaned as the movement caused your breasts to bounce; he adjusted himself, sitting on the bed in a huff. 

Bucky walked in, hair clinging to his face, sweat dripping. He had just finished an outdoor workout with Sam and looked in need of a cold shower. The thought seemed to quickly dissipate as he took in the sight of you still leaning against the glass. The look in his eye told you that he wanted so badly to nail you against it but unlike Steve, he understood that the heat was killing you as much as it was him. Even his metal arm was warm to the touch. 

“Hi Buck,” you smiled, greeting the brunette man. Bucky couldn’t help but smile back. His smile lit up his whole face and it made your heart happy, knowing you could make him so carefree and warm. He thought he was lucky to have you but it was just the opposite. You knew though that god if he couldn’t touch you for another day or two, he was going to lose it. 

“Hey doll, how are you doing?”

“Hot, Buck. She’s hot, we’re all fucking hot and I’m going to lose my mind,” Steve ranted, throwing himself back onto the bed. Bucky chuckled at his frustration, even though he could relate. 

“Thank you, Steve. I hadn’t realized how hot it was,” Bucky joked, walking between the two of you to the set of drawers and grabbing a clean pair of boxers. He dropped his shorts to the ground and your jaw dropped with them. His firm asscheeks were taunting you and you just wanted to bite one. You strayed your glance up to the muscles of his back, moving fluidly under his skin as he walked to the bathroom. He was absolutely a work of art, they both were.

“I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll tell you guys about the idea I had for saving us from the heat,” Bucky continued, turning slightly to face you both. With what can only be considered herculean strength, you focused solely on his face and nowhere lower. “Actually, why wait. You two start packing, I’m taking you on to a surprise location.”

Neither you nor Steve moved, eyeing him warily. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“With a pool and great AC,” he finished and the two of you jumped into motion. Chuckling, Bucky entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him as you and Steve rushed to pack. 

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The house was in a secluded neighborhood a few miles from the compound. It was a two-story cabin-style house, build near the edge of a mountain; the closest neighbor had to be at least a couple miles away if not more. 

You climbed out of the cool car and were immediately slapped in the face by the humidity. Debating for a moment whether you were going to climb back in or make a run for the front door, you decided on the latter. Snatching the keys out of Bucky’s hand, you ran.

“Oh yeah, doll, that’s nice. It’s not like we’re hot or anything.” Bucky quipped, pulling your suitcase out of the back and reaching in for his. 

You ran backward for a moment as you responded, “I know you’re hot, James. That’s why I’m dating you,” and with a smirk on your face, you winked before making your way inside 

It felt like heaven inside, the coolness licking across your skin and making you shiver. Shiver! You couldn’t the last time you shivered. Doing a happy dance, you spun in a quick circle in excitement, taking in the stunning house you were in. 

The open layout of the first floor allowed you see out the back window to the glistening pool. A beautiful, welcoming, infinity pool with a killer view of the mountainscape and the towns below. Your feet carried you through the house, taking in the rustic decorations and the wide, open kitchen, before padding up the stairs. 

There were so many doors, you didn’t know which one to look in first but the open door at the end of the hall did seem quite promising. You heard the boys downstairs with the luggage, Steve noting how nice it felt in here. Leaning over the railing, you waved down at them.

“Hi Bunny, did you find the bedrooms?” Steve asked an air of excitement in his tone. 

“Bucky, whose place is this?” you questioned, ignoring your boyfriend’s horniness for the time being. You were playing with fire and you knew it but sometimes you preferred Steve a little riled up. Brought his Captain voice out and you got turned on just thinking about it. 

“It’s mine, doll,” Bucky answered, coming up the stairs with the luggage, “I bought it a few months ago but they were renovating parts of it and they finished everything up yesterday.”

He walked past you towards the open door and you trailed behind him. You were on a mission and it involved the bed. The room was so spacious that the California king looked smaller than it was. You were about to go jump on the bed, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the brick wall that Steve called his torso. 

“Uh uh, Bucky and I are going to go for a dip first, since you were so eager to run from us earlier. It’s our turn to run from you,” Steve’s velvety baritone filled your ears. You let out a needy whimper as you tried to grind back into him. His grip on you was too tight for you to even wiggle your hips. 

Bucky came up and gave you a light kiss. “Be a good girl, and get your swimsuit doll. We’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”

Steve released you and you did as you were told, hoping you’d be rewarded thoroughly. 

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Bucky was leaning against the wall of the pool, arms resting on the ledge, head resting backwards. Steve was coming out of the water from his lap when the sliding door opened and both pairs of eyes whirled onto you. The bikini you wore left very little to the imagination and you had bought it on a whim, never thinking you’d wear it. 

However, it was the one that Steve had packed and the only other option was to come down nude. Water droplets clung to Steve’s body like little gems as he began to climb out. He held his hand out to you, pulling you in for a chaste kiss before he headed towards the deep end, doing a backflip into the pool, splashing your legs.

The water was so refreshing and despite how welcoming it looked, swimming was not your thing. You gently lowered yourself to the concrete, sliding your legs into the liquid euphoria. It felt blissful and you thought about going all the way in, but you were over the deep end, and the thought of your feet not touching the ground, freaked you the fuck out. 

Bucky swam over to you, large hands resting on your thighs. 

“You’re not getting in doll?” 

“Swimming’s not my thing,” you replied, shaking your head, “I’ll just wait here patiently, while you guys do your thing.” 

“As pretty as you look perched up there, you’d look even prettier if you were wet,” Steve swam up beside Bucky, placing a kiss on your knee. His fingers trailed up your leg, teasing the edge of your bottoms, “Let me rephrase, wetter.” 

His thumb slipped under them, gliding over your pussy lips and your legs spread wider to give him more access. He rubbed light circles on your clit, as Bucky kissed up and down your other leg. You gasped lightly, eye fluttering shut as you tilted your hips forward. 

Steve increased his speed and Bucky switched between kisses and light nips. You were right on the brink of an orgasm when they both pulled back. Your eyes flew open in shock. The two grinned up at you innocently like they didn’t just edge you.

“If you want more, bunny, you’re gonna have to get in,” Steve taunted, wiggling his fingers at you. 

“Steveee,” you pouted, kicking your legs out to splash him. He shook his head, swimming backward away from you. Bucky sensed your hesitation, squeezing your thigh reassuringly.

“We just want you to have fun with us doll. How about you get in and I carry you around? I promise I won’t let you drown.”

His gray blue eyes were sincere as his hands came to rest on your waist, tugging you light forward. Your hands shot out, gripping his shoulders as you allowed him to pull you in. The contrast of the cold water to the hot air raised goosebumps all over your body. Your arms slid loosely around his shoulders as you became fully submerged. Legs wrapped around his slender waist, you clung to him like a koala. 

You were safe in his arms and you knew it, allowing your body to relax. Tilting your head back, you submerged your hair, letting it float behind you like a mermaid. Bucky’s metal hand held you up by the ass, and he used his other arm to maneuver over to the corner where Steve waited. 

You ran your fingers through Bucky’s wet hair as you enjoyed the glide of the water on your skin. They were right, it felt so nice, but it was even nicer being carried around. Noticing that you were in what would be considered the shallow end, you were surprised to see that even with Bucky’s feet touching the ground, the water came up to his biceps. The pool was definitely not built for people who couldn’t swim or were shorter than 6ft, that was for sure.

Steve traced up your spine, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck so that he could kiss you. The kiss was dirty and obscene, making you roll your body, grinding on Bucky’s abs. Steve’s hard cock was pressed against your ass and Bucky rocked his own hard-on against you to create some friction. Steve’s tongue tangled with yours, his grip shifting to your hair, grabbing a hard handful.

You moaned into his mouth, arching forward, your chest cresting out of the water. Bucky licked a path from the valley of your breasts to your collarbone, before biting his way back down. He nuzzled in between your breasts, placing open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

Since you were pressed so snugly between the two supersoldiers, Bucky felt comfortable enough to slide his metal hand up your torso to meet his flesh hand. Cupping your boobs, he kneaded them roughly, enjoying the way you rolled your body in response. His thumbs hooked to the cloth triangles, moving them to the side, as your breasts popped free of their confines. 

Steve’s hand stayed in your hair as he pulled away to give you both a chance to breathe. He shifted his focus to your neck, using your hair to rotate your face to the side giving him better access. His teeth grazed over the delicate skin, drawing a soft mewl out of you. Bucky’s lips wrapped around your nipple, licking and sucking hungrily before his teeth bit down gently and gave it a tug.

“Bucky, fuck.. just like that,” you moaned, eyes rolling into the back of your head in pleasure.

His metal hand toyed with the other breast, running his thumb over the nipple, hardening it. He pinched it, rolling it between his fingers. His eyes rolled up to look at you and he moaned at the expression of pure ecstasy on your face. The vibrations felt so good and combined with Steve’s assault on your neck, it made you grind your hips harder. 

You could feel the coil tightening when Steve’s hands fell to your waist as he guided you and Bucky to the pool wall. He helped Bucky shift his hold on you, hooking his arms under yours, hands gripping the edge of the pool wall. He then spread your legs wide enough for Bucky to step between them. Steve reached into Bucky’s trunks and grabbed ahold of his dick, pumping him. 

Bucky was now attached to your other nipple, and Steve’s hand made him moan again. His hips bucked and Steve groaned, using his other hand to untie the sides of your bikini. Pulling Bucky out completely, he guided the tip through your swollen folds, coating him in your slick. 

Bucky released your nipple with a pop, burying his head in your neck as Steve lined him up with your pulsing entrance. You moaned loudly as Bucky slid in, the burn of the strength had you digging your nails into both of their biceps.

“You’re so fucking tight, doll. I don’t know if I’m gonna fit,” Bucky grunted, into your neck.

“Oh we’re gonna make it fit, Buck,” Steve growled, “Our girl’s been deprived too long, she needs to be filled to the brim.”

“Don’t stop, Bucky. I can take it,” you begged, head falling back as his hips jerked, inching deeper.

Steve stroked Bucky’s hair as the brunette rocked his hips slowly, the pain turning quickly to pleasure. Bucky kissed your neck, then along the edge of your jaw before capturing your lips. 

Steve gripped Bucky’s ass, guiding him to go faster, watching as each hard thrust made your tits bounce. You felt so full, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you hard. The feeling was so good, the cool water licking along your heated skin, waves caused by the rhythm of Bucky’s movements. 

“How’s that feel Bunny?” Steve asked, stroking himself languidly. He had pulled his trucks off and they were now floating beside Bucky’s on the water. 

Bucky’s growls were low in your ear and the sound of them was making you throb. The fact that your body was causing this god of a man to fall apart, made you feel far too powerful. Your hand tugged on Bucky’s locks, making him groan and fuck you faster.

“So good, Steve,” you panted, “Buck, right there, baby, right fucking there!” Bucky’s hips angled according to your words, hitting your sweet spot with such ferocity that your climax hit out of nothing. Your toes curled hard as your thighs shook from the intensity of the orgasm and its aftershocks. Bucky’s hips kept going as he fucked you through it, the way you were clenching around him made him cum shortly after. He groaned as he shot ropes of cum into you, painting your walls. 

The two of you breathed heavily, Buck’s head resting on your heaving chest. As much as Steve enjoyed the show he was getting impatient so grabbing the back of Buck’s neck, he gently pulled him off you. A sad sigh escaped you as his cock slid out of you. Steve’s arm quickly wrapped around your waist, not allowing you to sink. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to fill you in just a moment,” he shushed you, kissing your temple reassuringly. Bucky’s hands worked quickly to rid you of your top, tossing it over his shoulder to join the rest. “Buck, sit on the ledge. Bunny is going to suck your dick, while I fuck her from behind. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, Steve,” you nodded rapidly, excited by the prospect. You were insatiable when it came to these two and they could fuck you unconscious every day of the week, no problem.

Bucky chuckled at your enthusiasm as he pulled himself up on the ledge.  His cock was already semi erect again. Thank god for that serum. 

Steve held you to him, back to his chest, placing light kisses to your shoulder as he waited for Bucky to get situated. Your boys were so careful with you and you loved them that much more for it. He swam forward until you could hold onto Bucky’s thighs, running your hands over the coiled muscle. Buck’s hand stroked your cheek as you looked up at him through your lashes. 

He smiled wide, loving the sight of you in front of him, leaning down to kiss you deeply. Steve held the back of your thighs up, positioning himself before pushing in. 

“I swear nothing compares to this tight little pussy, bunny. I could stay buried in your warmth all fucking day,” Steve said, bottoming out with a swift thrust of his hips. The stretch of him was easier to adjust to after Bucky, but a slight burn still remained.

 Bucky’s lips muffled your sounds of pleasure. You clenched around Steve, your warmth enveloping him and he moaned loudly. His thrusts found a steady rhythm and you whimpered as you separated from Bucky, resting your head on his thigh to collect yourself for a moment. 

It was getting hard to focus, each drive of his hips knocking the breath out of you. Your fingers languidly ghosted over Bucky’s shaft, making him gasp. Needing him to make more noise, you gathered your strength and turned your attention to the gorgeous cock, the red tip angry and weeping. Your fingers enclosed around it, squeezing lightly, a jolt of excitement ran through you when you heard his breath catch. Collecting the gathered droplets of precum on your thumb, you maintained eye contact as you sucked it off, savoring his salty taste. Bucky’s gaze was heated as the anticipation for your next move tightened his whole body.

Your tongue darted out to circle the tip of Bucky’s hardening cock, your hand wrapped around the base, pumping him. Bucky bit back a moan as your lips wrapped around him. Hollowing out your cheeks, you took him further down your throat. Bucky’s hand found the back of your head as he followed the rhythm of your head. 

“Oh you’re driving me nuts,” Bucky panted, “I know you can handle all of me, doll. Come on, just a little more.” he pushed down lightly to guide you further.

The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought your gag reflex as you swallowed him a little further. Your nose nuzzled the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes before letting your head come up and sinking back down, bobbing faster. 

Steve began to thrust his hips at a brutal speed, hands digging into your hips, holding you buoyant. He had been dreaming of this moment for weeks now and he was so impatient after watching Bucky fuck you. You moaned making Bucky groan and his grip tightened on your hair.  The slurping noises coming out your mouth, combined with the slapping of water spurred both men on. 

Bucky’s hips began to buck, making you choke a little. You flattened your tongue and relaxed your jaw, allowing him to take control. He thrusted into your mouth, holding your head with both hands. Tears streamed down your cheeks, as lines of spit escaped the corners of your lips. You did your best to breathe through your nose, but it became difficult when Bucky buried himself so far down your throat, holding you there for a moment before pulling back. 

His grip eased on your hair allowing you to wrap your hand around his cock, pulling it free from your mouth with a pop, gasping a little. The way your face was flushed, drool and precum all over your chin, light gasps falling from your lips, you looked absolutely cockdrunk and Bucky almost came at the sight of you. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip and you kissed it sweetly, making him smile. Steve took that moment to roll his hips, angling them to sheathe deeper in you.

“Ah shit Steve,” your mouth fell open, gasping as Steve hit the spot that makes you see stars. You clung to Bucky’s thighs as the power of Steve’s ruts, made your breasts hit against the pool tiles. You were a whimpering mess, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you chanted Steve’s name. Steve’s hips slamming against yours harder and harder.

As pretty as the noises coming from you were, Bucky needed to feel your warm mouth on him again. He placed his thumb on your tongue, pulling it out a bit further before he slapped his cock against it. 

He always felt so good in your mouth, the heavy girth of him stretching your mouth wide. You licked a broad stripe down the shaft, tracing the thick vein. Truly you could spend hours worshiping Bucky’s cock; Steve’s was just as amazing but the breathy noises that Buck made were unmatched. 

Steve bit down on your shoulder, as your cunt gripped him snugly. Bucky’s cock twitched against your tongue, you could tell he was close, so you took him back in your mouth, deep throating him to the best of your ability. His eyes slid shut, head lolling back. The feeling was intense; you were stuffed from both ends and your body was overwrought with pleasure. The knot in your stomach was beginning to unravel with every drag of Steve’s veiny cock. 

Steve groaned in your ear, as your orgasm washed over you, feeling your walls pulse.

“Fuck bunny, you’re milking me so good. I’m not gonna last much longer!” The rapid flutters of your silky walls were enough to send him over the edge right after you, flooding you with hot cum deep with each drive of his hips. You screamed around Bucky’s cock, triggering his climax, and his spend shot down your throat. 

Bucky slowly pulled out of you, cradling your head to move onto his thigh as you caught your breath. He leaned back on his hands doing the same. Steve slowly left your warmth, the emptiness making you whimper. He held you carefully shifting you around so you were resting against his chest.  

“I missed you both,” you whispered into his chest. “Can we take a nap now?”

The pair chuckled, as Steve carried you out of the pool, and Bucky wrapped a warm towel around your back. 

“Sure doll, we can nap,” Bucky said, kissing the top of your head.

“And then after we can break in the bed,” Steve stated. 

“And the kitchen,” Bucky added.

“Don’t forget the shower,” you chimed in, sleepily.

“Might as well just ruin the whole house,” Steve laughed, going inside, Bucky sliding the door shut after you.

“Sounds like a plan to me. What do you think doll?”

“Mhmm, great plan. But first, we nap,” you concluded.

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[moxfirefly]

74 prompt and 57 kink: with The turtle of your choice (I’ll let you choose). Show me what love can be like and knowing someone is listening

Interesting, let’s see how we combine these two. So just cause I wanna try it out with him and since I haven’t gotten a request for him in a hot minute, I’m going with Mikey 👌

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Breaks were needed and very much welcomed. Fighting night in and night out wasn’t necessarily a lifestyle that left much for self care and rest. The idea for a break had been voiced by April and Casey had stepped up to offer a great place.

The family cabin had been passed down to Casey a few years ago, he hadn’t gone up to the place in a year. It seemed perfect for overtired and overworked family. A getaway for a few days to rest and recover. The group chat bombarded you no less, everyone begging you to join in for the weekend.

You smiled down at the chain of messages but you mostly obliged when Michelangelo had texted you in private. The whole crime fighting gig had placed some pressure on the relationship, mostly due to the fact that Mikey would show up so bruised up or tired or at other times, not show up at all. You tried not to worry and you did a fairly good job at it but you missed him. You missed so much about him.

Some maneuvering around work you managed to lock in the few days off to disappear up to Casey’s cabin with the rest of the guys. Upon arriving the cold greeted you first than April. Winter was approaching and soon enough it would be too umberable to deal just about any common activity.

A last hurrah felt right. Seeing Mikey and spending time with him did too. Being around family, your chosen family.

“Tell me there’s a fire already starting in there” You wrapped your arms around April as she laughed. “Yeah Casey already flexed his lumberjack ways for me, fires just started” You shivered and thanked her before scurrying inside.

The warmth hit you first.

Then Mikey’s body connecting with yours for a tight hug.

It felt like ages since that, too long for you and the feel of those strong arms around you melted every negative thought from you.

A resounding ‘Angel!’ was all you caught before being picked up and held tightly by Mikey. A sigh of relief left him and you could also feel the tension melt from his body. “I missed you so much” Mikey planted a kiss on your neck, the press of his lips there making your skin breakout in goosebumps. It had been too long and it embarrassed you how such a simple kiss could do that to you.

Once back on your feet you took him in. There was still evidence of lethargy in his eyes, as if he hadn’t been sleeping too well. Some already healed bruises here and there but nevertheless that excitable puppy dog energy of his was there and it all centered around you.

Most of the afternoon was spent settling in, you and Mikey had gotten a room for the two of you adjacent to where Casey and April would be sleeping. Another smaller room would house Raphael while Donnie and Leo would crash in the living room area close to the fireplace.

Between dinner preparations, some drinks, the majority of the time was spent relaxing and just playing all sorts of card games. You and Mikey had been glued together for the entire evening. In some form or way he had been touching you and you as well towards him. His presence had instantly healed so much of your worries and frustrations and despite the distance it hadn’t deteriorated the relationship.

Midnight rolled by and by 2am you and Mikey were in the cozy room you’d be spending the next few days in. The dark expanse of forest looked beautiful in the night, you sat at the window watching the branches rustle and the warm mug of hot chocolate kept you from other thoughts. It seemed rather stupid to feel a level of nervousness at finally having a moment alone with Mikey and that accompanied by a room even more so. Your situation was tricky, given you had roommates and Mikey’s ever escalating super hero activities alongside his brothers. Creativity in spots was a speciality of his and on the rare occasions the Lair was untenanted for the night, well you could indulge more comfortably.

He had walked in after going to bother Raph, his own admission, and upon returning he closed the door and locked it. The click made you aware that there was really nothing or no one to interrupt for the time being. You opted for some idle chat to not feel so nervous. “Your eye’s looking better” You took a sip from your mug. Mikey ran a digit across the purple-ish bruise that was started to fade. “Oh, um yeah, gotta keep the baby blues safe ya know” He smiled as approached you. You smiled cupping his cheek and running your thumb below his bruise. “First thing I noticed” Your words held comfort.

“Noticed what?” Mikey was enamored with the physical affection, he hardly could get enough on a regular day. “Your eyes, they were just so blue” It was true no less, the memory of that night lived in Mikey’s head on loop. You hadn’t screamed, you hadn’t called him hurtful names. When he had saved you from a muggin you honest to god had just thanked him. The situation was bizarre no less and it was shocking to see your hero but you had sensed zero danger from his behalf.

From that moment on, being with Michelangelo was the safest you had ever felt. “Could’ve sworn it was the guns” He chuckled when you gripped his arm and squeezed. “That was second, can’t lie” The two of you remained there, comfortably close but a thin tension that throbbed. You turned to face him while still seated at the window. Your eyes mapped out every inch of him. The hand at his arm pressed at the middle of his plastron, Mikey swallowed. He hasn’t felt that hand touch him with so much intimacy in a while. “I missed you angel” He placed his hand a top yours. You bit your lip and looked up at him, your eyes spoke more than you could ever and Mikey knew the language by heart.

So he kissed you. He kissed you with a tenderness that reminded you of the first time the two of you had kissed. His lips had never felt better, the plump thickness to them enveloping yours so neatly you moaned. That seemed to hit him hard in the gut, the way his hands traveled to your waist and held you firmly. You stood up still mid kissing him and pushed the kiss into something more firm.

Foreheads pressed you felt his hands grip the hem of your sweater and lift. Those blue eyes drank in the sight of his most priced possessions. “Missed you so much” He was breathless as you unlooped the strings of his sweats. There was something about this particular area that always fascinated you, the change in skin and color, the path leading to an intimate area. You kissed his neck, fingers running across the slit that housed his member, the pressure strong and the sensitivity making his knees jelly. “Do you...?” Mikey couldn’t finish asking as you already nodded your consent.

You gripped his hand, half kicking off your pants when he didn’t move. “Mikey?” You looked at him, eyes so bright and wanting and he couldn’t help but greedily admire it. Admire you and want you so much. He pulled you back towards him and embraced you. The intimacy gutted you, the overwhelming need that accompanied Mikey to just hold you close and feel you. Your arms were around his neck instantly and the two of you stayed like that.

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.” It was soft and mumbled against your shoulder. Your smile was kind even as you stood back and held his face in your hands. “And so have you” The honesty flowed freely and Mikey beamed. “C’mere girl, I’ve missed you like crazy” You allowed him to pick you up and toss you on the bed, the fit of giggles only egging him on.

While the privacy was here, it sure didn’t mean that the entire cabin wasn’t occupied and your closest neighbors were in fact Casey and April. A flush of embarrassment hit you but soon enough Mikey had made his decent to his second favorite possession of yours. The feel of that mouth finally at your core left you in a daze. Mikey’s ability when it came to eating you out was something you never thought could exist and with each swirl and flick of his tongue it was evident that keeping quiet would not be a possibility. Especially when he begged to hear you, spoken against your clit with the warmth of his breath so close. You tried to cover your mouth but the feel of one thick digit entering you was your undoing. You’re sure and Mikey’s sure that the neighbors defenatly heard that.

There was a pride in that deep inside of Mikey. The idea of claiming you and having others know. For now he paid no mind especially when he buried himself inside of you and moaned long and deep. This never stopped being incredible, it’s exactly why he was always mesmerized by seeing your joined bodies. The contrast of skin color, the thickness of his memeber stretching you and causing you to cry out. Mikey could’ve cum like that just watching. “You’re so beautiful babe” He groaned thrusting into you. “Missed the fuck out of this, out of you” He leaned forward, engulfing himself around you, mouth at your neck. “Baby I want you to cream yourself all over me” The lewd words never seized to embarrass you, half the time Mikey barely would utter a ‘damn’ but this was the effect you had on him.

The bed protested and the headboards thumping was indicative of the activities going on. The most you could do was avoid Casey and April’s gazes at breakfast tomorrow. Right now you were, for lack of a better term, getting dicked down by your boyfriend after a dry spell. “Fuck fuck, oh fuck!” You gripped Mikey’s sides before letting your hands run towards his rear. Being filled to the brim and having your boyfriend absolutely spill filth into your ear was exactly the things you needed. “Yeah come on, for me baby, gonna do it for me? Gimme a show” Mikey sucked a bruise onto your neck and his quickening pace had your hand scrambling for your clit. “Yesss fuck” Mikey watched, hips trying not to loose the rhythm he knew would send you off.

You came with a loud moan that had Mikey’s name wrapped around it. If everyone heard it was at the bottom list of your priorities. Riding this high was top on the list and feeling Mikey cum with a series of ‘fucks’ and your name was all you need to add to your high. You ran a soothing hand down his shell, feeling him shiver with the intensity of his release. Each kiss placed on his cheek a testament to your adoration. Mikey found your lips in the haze of it all, and lazily kissed you back.

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breaking curfew [part fifteen] || th x reader

A/N: here it is the last chapter!! thank you guys for reading and being so patient w me throughout this series i rlly appreciate all the support!! also  ty @stuckonspidey for the help on this part!! ily sm <3

Summary: When you got the job to be a counselor at the summer camp you’d grown up attending all your life, you expected to see some familiar faces. But you certainly hadn’t counted on having to work alongside the boy who had made it his life’s mission to make your life a living hell every summer. In fact, you thought you’d never have to see Tom Holland again. But he’s is in the cabin right across from yours with campers of his own- smirk, jawline, and all. If you didn’t know any better you might’ve thought that he applied for the position just to spite you, but who were you kidding? What kind of asshole would do something like that?

Warnings: swearing, angst

What I listened to while writing: the breaking curfew playlist by @cinnamon-roll-peter​​

Word Count: 3.4k

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“How’s it look?” Tom asked from his spot on your cabin floor, moving the bag of frozen peas from his eye so you could see.

It was much more swollen than it had been just a few hours ago and already purple around the edges. 

“Uh, not too bad.” You winced.

He chuckled. “Thanks for the honesty.”

He put the peas back on his eye and leaned back on his other hand, watching you on your bed with a sort of lopsided smile.

“What?” you asked pointedly, wondering what could possibly be so funny right now. 

“Look at us,” he said and gestured at your broken arm. “We’re falling apart.”

You snorted and shook your head. “We’re predictable.”

Tom shrugged and laid back on the floor, sprawled out like a starfish. He looked exhausted, and you knew the black eye had nothing to do with it. He was always so… tense, so energetic, but now… the energy seemed to have dissolved and given way to emptiness. 

You could tell he was deep in thought and you wondered what he was thinking about. Was he thinking about you?  

“You’re really not mad at Fy?” you asked to break the silence, needing to get out of your own head. 

“Nah, I deserved it,” Tom replied.

Despite his response, he had seemed pretty angry at the time. You’d recognized the flush on his face and neck, his set jaw. The tone of his voice when he spoke to you. But here he was denying it. 

Neither of the boys had said much else to you about what had happened that morning. You didn’t want to push it, but it seemed like there was something you were missing and they were purposely leaving you out of the loop. 

“But, he hit you pretty hard,” you tried, hoping he’d open up a little more.

“I was a shitty friend,” he said, as if that somehow explained everything. “We’re even now.”

He looked away off into the corner of the room and you knew he was done talking about it. You pulled your knees up to your chest and sighed, nestling your head in between them as you gazed at him from the bed.

The silence was charged with tension. Not for the first time this summer you found yourself wishing Tom would be vulnerable with you. Like he had been last night. What had changed in a matter of hours? He was closed off now, with that guarded expression on his face you’d grown so used to. You thought you’d gotten so good at reading him, at seeing under the surface, but maybe that was only because he let you. 

What had really happened at breakfast? What were he and Fy not telling you? Then it dawned on you. Had Fy told Tom that you and he-

Tom cleared his throat suddenly. "About Fy…” 

“We kissed,” you blurted before he could even finish the thought.

“Wait, what?” Tom bolted upright like he’d been punched again.

“Fy kissed me,” you said again slowly. “He, uh, didn’t tell you about that?”

“No, he failed to mention that,” he muttered lowly.

You bit your lip in regret and slid down onto the floor next to him. “Oh, I thought he would’ve said something about that.”

“When do you reckon he would’ve worked that into our conversation?” he quipped,  “While he was punching me or afterwards, when my nose was dripping with blood?”

“I don’t know, I just assumed-”

“Well he didn’t.”

Tom turned away and took a deep breath. You could tell he wanted to say something more, but was holding back. His knuckles scraped against the wooden floorboards as he clenched and unclenched his fist in thought. 

“Shouldn’t we talk about this?” you asked exhaustedly. 

He shrugged. “What’s there to talk about?”

“Tom. Are you serious?”

“Hm?” he turned his head slightly, but his face showed disinterest.

You knew his apparent boredom was just a mask, thinly veiling his true feelings, but the familiarity of the expression made old insecurities from past summers begin to creep up in your chest.

“What do you mean what’s there to talk about? I-I don’t...”

“What you do with Fy doesn’t seem like my business. If you like the guy, you should go for it.”

“I don’t like him.”

Tom raised his eyebrows. “You don’t?”

“No, I don’t,” you said with finality, admitting it to yourself out loud for the first time. “I was just... confused.”

“So then,” he paused and sucked in a breath before continuing, like he wanted to choose his words carefully. “Are you still confused about me?”

“It’s not that simple,” you sighed. 

“How so?”

“I know my feelings for you, I just don’t understand where- where they come from.”

His fingers inched closer to yours across the floor and you longed to take his hand. He couldn’t meet your eyes. 

“And what are those feelings?” His voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper. 

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

A hint of a smile ghosted over his lips.  “Yeah?”

“I mean, I haven’t really been hiding it very well.”

“No, not really,” he agreed, laughing when you glared at him. “For the record, I really like you too, y/n.”

Your scowl eased into a smirk. “I know.”

“Damn, I can’t believe you just Han Solo’ed me.”

“I mean, you literally told me that already last night.”

“Shhh,” Tom put a finger up to your lips as he shushed you, “we were having a moment.”

“Oh, sorry, were we?” You cocked your head to the side. “It didn’t feel like a moment to me.”

“Shut up!”

“No, you!” you countered, locking eyes with him defiantly.

He didn’t even blink before taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours. You kissed him back immediately, instinctively. You didn’t even have to think about it. It had only been a few days since you’d last felt his touch, but it seemed like an eternity. 

His hand slipped from your chin to your neck, bracing you against him as he kissed you like his life depended on it. 

You had missed the feeling of his body against yours, and the way he said your name in between kisses. But most of all you had missed his warmth. The way the boy just absolutely radiated heat like a furnace. Whenever you were with him it completely enveloped you and made you want to stay in his arms forever. 

You moaned as he nipped at your bottom lip, but you were interrupted by a rapping at your cabin door, making the two of you jump apart like two high schoolers that had been caught making out by a parent. 

You cleared your throat and sat up straight, trying to appear nonchalant even though you knew you looked guilty as sin.

“Come in!” you called out.

The door opened and Zendaya popped her head in. 

“If you two are done,” she said, “closing ceremonies start in like five minutes.”

“Shit.”

You scrambled up off the floor and chased after your best friend, leaving Tom behind. 

“Were you ever going to tell me about that?” she asked. She was smiling faintly as if it wasn’t a big deal, but you could tell she was hurt. 

“I was,” you promised, “When you asked me what was wrong before parents weekend...” you trailed off. 

“It was about Tom?”

“Kinda- it’s a lot. I was going to tell you after this weekend, but after everything happened today I just forgot. I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah, you should be,” Z scoffed as she nudged you with her shoulder. “And you owe me, by the way. We have a very long drive ahead of us in a few days and I want to know everything.”

“Fine. I’ll even buy you a soft pretzel as a token of my apology,” you said dramatically.

She perked up. “Cinnamon?”

“If you want it to be cinnamon then sure.”

You had almost made it to the caf for the ceremony when you felt a hand tapping your shoulder. You turned, expecting to see Tom who had caught up with you, but it was Fy. He looked uncomfortable, maybe nervous, with his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“Hey, can we talk for a second?” He glanced at Zendaya. “Alone?”

You looked back at Z who was eyeing Fy suspiciously. 

“I’ll meet you in there, Z,” you said.

She turned her head back towards you. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you glanced up at Fy, “this’ll only take a minute, right?”

He nodded and pulled at the collar of his hoodie anxiously. You followed his gaze back to Z who was still staring him down. Was he intimidated by Zendaya? He certainly wouldn’t be the first man to crack under her intensity, and probably wouldn’t be the last either.

Finally, she broke the stare and forced a smile. “I’ll save you a seat,” she assured you before leaving the two of you by yourselves.

You followed Fy a few steps off the path to a picnic table under a cluster of trees. He seemed content to stand, but you perched yourself atop it instead. 

You had a feeling you knew what this was about, but you were hoping you wouldn’t have to face it for at least another couple of days. You’d already had one conversation about feelings today. You weren’t ready for another one. 

More than that, though. You didn’t want to hurt him. You knew that you’d led him on in a way, and even though it was on purpose it had still happened. You don’t like to let anyone down, especially someone as kind as Fy.

He still seemed unsure of what to say so you decided to take the initiative. Just rip the bandaid off.

“About our kiss-”

He cut you off. “I think it was a mistake.”

“We shouldn’t- wait, you do?” 

“Look, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for you, but I don’t want to get in the way of whatever it is you have going on with Tom. Any more than I have already, I mean. I, Jesus, I punched the guy. I’ve never punched anyone before.”

“He doesn’t blame you for that.”

Fy looked hopeful for the first time since he’d taken you aside. “He doesn’t?”

You shook your head. “He didn’t really say much about it, but he said that he deserved it.”

“He didn’t.”

“I don’t know about that,” you mumbled. “So... you know about me and Tom?”

“Knowing the background between you, it wasn’t hard to figure out.”

“I’m really sorry.”

He smiled. “Don’t be. I’m happy for you guys, or at least I’m trying to be.”

You laughed. “Thanks.”

“‘Course. You know I’ll always have your back, y/l/n.”

“Ditto, Ying.”

“And hey, feel free to hit me up if you’re ever looking for a rebound.”

-

By the time you and Fy made it back to the caf closing ceremonies had already started. The lights were dimmed and Lorraine was onstage with a mic, giving her annual speech.

You spotted Zendaya and both of your cabins on the other side of the room through the darkness and made your way over to them, sliding into a seat between Z and Theo. 

They always took place a few days before the campers went back home so the winners of the camp competition could relish in their glory and rub it in everyone else’s faces. 

But the ceremony wasn’t only for announcing the winners of the camp competition. Other housekeeping things had to be taken care of as well. Announcements about packing and cleaning cabins were made, classic camp songs were sung, and they always played an “end of summer video” so that everyone could reflect back on the past few months and the memories they’d made. Some campers hated closing ceremonies because they thought they were boring, but you had always loved them. 

After Lorraine’s speech one of the other staffers made announcements about chores and tasks for the next few days and then pulled down the projection screen for the video. 

You sat back as it began to play and smiled when the title card popped up over a picture of all the counselors that was taken the first day of training. Clips of campers arriving played next and scattered shouts echoed out from campers cheering excitedly for their friends or favorite counselors. You joined in on the shouting when a clip of Zendaya dancing in her lifeguard uniform played and she retaliated when the video showed you in the lake after Tom had tipped your canoe. 

Your heart ached in the best way as you watched. All of your campers were featured in the video. Amalia was shown painting some pottery, Eva was learning to ride a bike, Theo was making funny faces at the camera just to be silly, May was playing soccer, and Grace appeared to be making a friendship bracelet with a boy that looked a lot like Will...

You almost choked when a clip of you and Tom played from when you had both still worked in arts and crafts. You remembered the moment vividly. It had been when he was helping you with the pottery wheel before activity time. You had been trying to figure it out for twenty minutes and kept ruining whatever it was you were making with the clay until Tom had finally come over to show you how to use it. You hadn’t wanted his help, but you were hopeless and so you were forced to begrudgingly accept. He’d leaned over you and taken your hands in his to teach the proper technique. His body had been so close to yours, and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating. His necklace had hung in front of your face as he demonstrated too, further distracting you from the task at hand. 

And then the camera girl had come in to take some footage for the rewind video and instructed the both of you to stay exactly like that as she got the shot. You were stiff, and completely uncomfortable in front of the camera, but Tom had whispered a joke into your ear to make you laugh, now seen on-screen, a hundred times bigger.

Thankfully that was the only other bit of you and Tom in the video, but there was a hell of a lot more of just Tom. He was the counselor everyone loved, after all. Clip after clip played of Tom flipping into the pool, skateboarding down the big hill, and cliff diving into the lake. Your cheeks hurt from smiling by the time the video was over. 

Lorraine appeared back on stage shortly after to announce the competition results. You knew your cabin didn’t stand a chance at winning, but you were still proud as hell of your girls. Cabin Eleven had started in dead last, and for all you could care, it didn’t matter if they were still in dead last. They had made so much progress over the last eight weeks. Not to mention yourself. You didn’t even recognize the person you had been two months ago, and you’d like to think you were coming out of the summer better off than you had been going in.

“It was a close competition this year,” Lorraine said animatedly. “All of you did so well! But there can only be one winner! And that is...” She held an envelope up in one hand, and used one of her freshly manicured fingernails on the other to break the seal. She slid the piece of paper out and opened it dramatically, reading it with a shocked expression like she didn’t already know who’d won. “Cabin Six!”

Cheers erupted around the caf as Tom and his cabin raced up to claim their prize. You watched him high five a few of his friends as he jogged to the stage and you rolled your eyes. Show off. 

Lorraine handed all the kids little plastic trophies and matching medals. Tom looked absolutely giddy as she put the medal over his head and you couldn’t help but crack a smile. The boy liked to win. 

“He had the most tally points,” Theo whispered from beside you and leaned over so that you could hear her better. 

“Oh yeah, what do those mean by the way?” you whispered back.

The girls hadn’t told you before, but you knew they had to be significant based on how many each person had. 

Theo looked around at her fellow cabinmates to see if any of them were paying attention before finally confiding in you. “It was the number of times we saw each person give you the look.”

The look. The girls had described it as the look in someone’s eyes they have when they’re in love. Like they’re under some sort of spell. But surely that couldn’t be right for Tom-

“See, he’s doing it right now.”

You looked up and immediately made eye contact with him. He winked at you. You sunk down into your seat and averted your gaze.

“He’s in loooove,” Theo insisted.

“Shhh!”

“Anything you’d like to say to the people?” Lorraine asked before handing the mic to Tom.

He turned to his boys with a mischievous grin. You thought he was about to gloat or tell a bad joke, but instead he yelled “last one in the lake is a rotten egg!” and took off running.

What followed was pure chaos. His campers tore after him screaming “not fair!” and “cheater!” at their counselor as they ran. The rest of the camp didn’t even wait until Tom’s campers were out the door to follow them down to the shore to watch them jump in. 

The scene was something out of a movie. The sun had just dipped behind the treeline, painting the sky brilliant shades of orange and pink. Tom was running toward the water at full speed, stripping his shirt off in the process. You could see the smile on his face even from where you were standing.  His campers weren’t far behind him and they were still shouting after him. A mass of people chased after them, whooping and hollering.

 You pushed your way to the front of the crowd and watched as he cannonballed into the lake unceremoniously. As soon as he surfaced he was tackled by his campers all jumping on top of him at once. 

“Help me! Help me!” he sputtered, “they’re drowning me!”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have played dirty!” you said, just loud enough for him to hear.

He caught your eye and grinned. “Is there any other way to play?”

After the crowd dispersed to head to the bonfire you helped Tom out of the lake and onto the dock. 

“You guys go ahead and start picking some good songs,” he told his campers. “I’ll be over there in a minute.”

They didn’t need to be told twice. They sprinted off, full of energy, towards the campfire without looking back.

“God, do you remember what it was like to be that little?” you asked.

“Yeah, I do. I was a little prick.”

“You could say that again,” you scoffed.

“Oi, watch it, fanny pack girl.”

“Fuck off, sunscreen boy!”

“That was one time!” Tom protested defensively.

You laughed. “Congratulations, by the way. On winning the competition.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “Better luck to you next year.”

“Oh, you’re asking to get tossed back in the lake,” you warned.

“I’d like to see you try that,” he challenged and stood back up.

You positioned yourself like a football player, ready to charge. You ran towards him with as much force as you could muster just to be swept off your feet and slung over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. 

“Tom! Tom put me down!” you screamed. 

“If you say so,” he said and turned towards the water.

“I swear to God, Tom-”

Before you could even finish your sentence you were underwater. Clothes, cast, and everything. You pulled yourself back up onto the dock with your one good hand and flopped down on your back. Tom was hysterical. 

You glared at him. “Don’t say it-”

“What was that again about not being able to get a girl wet?”

You smiled back, despite yourself. You’d gone all these summers without having a camp crush. Gone all these years without breaking your promise to yourself, and yet here you were, falling for the boy you hated most. The irony was not lost on you.

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sirius/hestia: sirius being romantic and love's fool

hello anon thank you so much i love writing about them

I took a while, but then I thought a lot about this scene, and I loved how this fanfic turned out, so I hope you like it.

*It's 1995, just before Jily and Harry need to go to Grimmauld Place

They had fought over something stupid, honestly, Hestia knew it was something too silly for the two of them to take so seriously.

But of course it hadn't been stupid at the time, and the two of them took fights very seriously, so when they had to go to that stupid Aurors dinner, they weren't trying very hard to show that they didn't want to be there and that they had had a fight a few minutes ago.

Hestia couldn't even remember who started the fight, but she was irritated with work and Sirius kept being pessimistic about this stupid dinner, listing everything that could go wrong, and she freaked out because she didn't need to think about someone being rude with them, because she had already spent eight hours listening to people being rude to her, and being mean to her because they thought they knew better. She needed to have some faith that for at least two hours she was going to be able to smile and have fun, even the slightest bit.

She had gone into hiding in the bathroom when one of the Aurors came to talk to Sirius, she didn't have the patience to deal with Mr. Santiago, however well intentioned he was, Hestia didn't want anyone asking her if she was getting pregnant in the next few years, or she would wait to get older.

Sirius would handle it better than she did, she knew that. Santiago was his boss after all.

Sitting on the toilet, she sighed, glad to finally be silent.

She wanted to quit, wanted to tell Sirius that it had been a mistake that they had moved from their quiet, cozy house to a more central apartment, wanted to call her dad and yell at him for being a jerk last week when he saw her and Sirius at the market and ignored him, she wanted to tell Lily that it wasn't fair that she was so far away and she wasn't allowed to see her best friend because a lunatic nearly killed her son even though she knew it wasn't her or Potter's or Harry's fault.

Hestia buried her face in her hands, wanting to disappear.

When the bathroom door opened she was ready for her cabin door to open too, it was probably Sirius wanting to see if she was alright, and Hestia felt ready to be able to lie and say yes, even if he wouldn't believe it.

He knew her too well.

But instead, she heard female voices, cheerful and full of life, probably not expecting anyone else there; ''He's beautiful.''

''Yes, so, so beautiful.'' The other sighed passionately, which made Hestia chuckle softly, remembering when it was she, Lily and Marlene doing that, running to the bathroom of the muggle ice cream shop that was on the corner of her house, only to daydream about Elliot, the boy who works there. Older, charming, helpful, and very polite.

Hestia still remembered how they all screamed and jumped when Marlene kissed him.

"I'd give anything to kiss him," Girl A said, and the noise of things being placed on the marble sink made her believe they were both touching up their makeup or something. She had done so much with Lily and Marlene to forget what it felt like to just worry about looking pretty.

There was no war, people dying, hidden friends, nothing, it was just them putting on lipstick and making sure they were all perfect to try and get someone to kiss in some dark corner of Hogwarts by the end of the night.

Hestia remembered when Sirius saw her doing this. The two of them on James's seventeenth birthday, after making out warmly in his bedroom, Sirius showed her the bathroom and watched her touch up her makeup. It was so silly and natural when she thought about it, because he still does it, he still watches Hestia like it's for the first time.

''You know what I wanted? Kiss every tattoo of his.” Girl B said, and Hestia almost laughed when she heard her sigh loudly, imagining she was fanning herself. "So sexy."

‘’He's usually already a hottie, but when does he show off his tattoos? Urg, I feel like I'm going to die.” Girl A moaned irritably. "I hate that he's married."

Uh, married men, she had been through that with girls too, not that Hestia liked Johann, but she couldn't help saying he was hot. Lily was the one who thought he was most beautiful, she melted when he got close to her. It was funny, she should send her a letter talking about it.

''These days I saw him training, they were the best ten minutes of my life. '' Hestia chuckled softly, thinking of the times she had gone to the gym only to see Sirius sweating and exercising, every now and then he would lift his shirt to dry his face and make her feel on the clouds. It was her weakness.

"Lucky his wife who sees him naked every day."

"He bought her flowers yesterday, I think it was their birthday." Woman B said.

"He always buys it, or flowers, or something she likes to eat." They were silent, probably breaking up. "I heard one of the Aurors who works with him flirted with him."

‘’Yes, Felicity. She asked if he didn't want to go along with her to the convention in France… I mean, I understand, he's a hot guy, but he's married, hold your pants woman!’’

''Do you know what he said?'' Girl A looked curious, and Hestia was too, because Sirius was going to this convention in France and he didn't say anything to her about it, and he usually told her about Auror gossip.

‘’No, but she didn't look happy when she left his office. But Juan told me that Ester told him that he told her not to let her into his office anymore, and that he looked kind of furious. Not that Felicity was happy, of course, I think she expected him to agree to go out with her.”

“Ah, he would never do that, he's clearly in love with his wife.” Girl A laughed. ''Once, during one of our trainings, he told me that when they were at Hogwarts, he only started paying attention in Muggle Studies classes because of her, and that his favorite class was DADA because they sat near one of the another.'' Hestia frowned, thinking that this could only be a bizarre coincidence.

"Yes, I've seen them talking, and seriously, I hope that one day someone will look at me the way Mr. Black looks at her." They sighed, and Hestia became more attentive to their conversation. ''He has a picture of the two of them in his drawer, I once went there to get a paper for a meeting he asked for and I saw it, they are in a mountain of snow, and she is without her glove showing her ring.'' Sirius still kept this photo? It had been so long now, they were twenty-two and he had asked her to marry him.

“So cute.” The noise of makeup being put away resounded through the silent bathroom, and Hestia fingered the ring that had a lovely diamond set in it. Their names were still delicately engraved on the inside of the ring.

‘’Do you think that's why Felicity won't travel to the convention? Because did she flirt with him?” B asked.

''Probably. Not that I think he would cheat on her or anything, but he probably wants to avoid drama at all costs, you know how he hates it.” Sirius hates drama? Hestia didn't really agree with this, but probably because at work he was much more serious and reserved than at home, because she still remembered him saying that he would die after getting a fever and vomiting from eating bad food.

"Yes." The two continued talking, but now the voices faded as they exited the bathroom, soon leaving her alone in the bathroom again.

Hestia knew Sirius was a hot guy, she remembered how she had almost drooled every time she was admiring him in the common room, sitting sprawled on the couch as if he didn't realize that the more he tried not to draw attention, the more people looked at him, his chin resting on his hand as he watched Peter and Remus play chess.

He was handsome even when he didn't want to be.

Like the first time they slept together, and when she woke up she saw him sleeping. With his face scrunched up and his hair pinned up, so fluffy and helpless it was hard for her to decide to wake him up - but she was getting really hungry and she couldn't remember where her clothes were.

But she didn't know anyone was flirting with him. With her man.

And she didn't want to think like that, because she was an idiot, but it was the thing that was going through her head at that moment. Imagining some woman, much prettier than she, flirting with Sirius. Touching his hair, his face, his tattoos.

Hestia loved kissing his tattoos, all of them, and she liked to remember that he had made one just for her. But it disturbed her peace to think of someone else doing it.

And why hadn't he told her about Felicity? Hestia had met her once before, a nice and kind woman with short black hair and a body to envy.

"Hey, where were you, I was-" Hestia wouldn't let him finish, she'd come out of the bathroom on a mission and their stupid fight wasn't going to get in the way. Ignoring his coworkers and what Mr. Santiago was saying, she cupped Sirius' face as she had been doing since she was seventeen and ran away from home at night on winter break to meet him, and kissed him.

Hestia still felt those butterflies in her stomach when she did that, like she felt when he kissed her near the Potters' house in the rain, or when he took her for a walk in Muggle London, even though none of them knew where to go. She still remembered how she had jumped for joy in Lily's room, telling her and Marlene how he had made her jump over a gate so they could enter an old amusement park, the two of them going to sit on the old Ferris wheel, sharing an ice cream he had bought.

"Wow, okay." Sirius blinked as she pulled away, her hands still on his face. ''Hm, this is good... Where have you been?’’ He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her farther forward as she smiled. "Is this your way of calling for a truce in the fight?"

"Fuck the fight." She stared at him, feeling her chest burn. “Coming with me to get a drink?” She looked away quickly, just to check that the other guys had left them alone. It looked like Santiago had managed to drag everyone over to the cold cuts table, which was a good thing, because she didn't want his co-work to think Hestia was dragging her husband aside to have mad sex with him.

As much as they had already done it.

And as much as she was a little mad at this talk of someone flirting with him, Hestia wasn't making a big scene in public. Never.

"Of course." Sirius still looked a little stunned, but he followed her wherever she pulled. Hestia could see that there were indeed some people giving Sirius a second check, only to look at her afterwards as if wondering what he had seen in her.

She didn't take away their reason, she had already asked that same question to him a few times during her crises.

"You know you don't have to lie to me, don't you?" She asked as they reached the farthest part of the room, no one seemed to notice the two of them there.

"I know… Did something happen?" Sirius put his hands back on her hips, a smirk on his face. '’I thought getting a drink was code for getting laid, or for going home to get laid until we lost our wits, but I think I got it wrong?'’

“Don't be an idiot, I'm on my period.” She rolled her eyes when she heard him chuckle.

"And I don't care." He shrugged. "So what's this about me not lying?"

"Felicity flirted with you?" To his credit, Sirius looked confused for a few seconds before letting out a oh. ''Is that a yes?''

"Doll, don't mind that, it was the most shameful thing I've ever been through, and there's no need for you to worry." He grimaced at the memory. ‘’I didn't tell you before because it doesn't matter, I didn't even remember it. Who told you?''

"I heard it in the bathroom… It seems like there are a lot of people who think you're hot," Hestia said, trying not to be affected by the closeness Sirius was putting between them, his mischievous smile growing.

‘’Jealous babe? I thought we were past that stage.” His smug smile was the worst, his gray eyes gleaming as if he were a beast and Hestia his next prey. "I don't really care what other people think, you know that."

"I know," Sirius kissed her, gentle and calm as he did whenever he was teasing her. "And I'm not jealous, I was just curious why you kept it from me… Afraid I'd do something, Black?"

"Nah, I can handle you and calm your beast."

“Don't be cocky.” She lifted her chin to let him kiss her neck, smiling at the feel of his lips there.

"I didn't tell you because it was Valentine's Day and I wasn't going to spoil our dinner for something as dumb as that." He looked at her, hands firm on her hips. ‘’It's idiot, you know I only have eyes for you. But if you must know, I hated every second from the time she walked into my office, until she left."

"She's not that good then?" Hestia bit her lip as he kissed the sensitive flesh near her collarbone.

"She's not you, Hestia." Sirius raised his head, as if it were the most obvious thing.

“Urg, you're so cheesy.” It wasn't a real complaint, but she liked the way he smiled when she said it. "It gave me a toothache." They chuckled, Sirius returning his hands to her hips, creating a space between them. Hestia knew what he was going to ask even before he opened his mouth.

''What happened today? You don't just look like this.” Hestia grimaced, not wanting to talk about it now that they were all right again, but she knew if she didn't, he would make her talk sooner or later. It turned out that the two of them always needed a little push to talk about their feelings, and the other almost never liked the silence that came between them when that happened.

"It was a shitty day at work, and… I don't want to work there anymore." She accepted his embrace, laying her head on top of his heart, feeling Sirius kiss the top of her head. "I miss Lily, I don't like living in that apartment and…the drama with my dad last week?" She looked up at him, wanting not to cry but not able to keep the tears from stinging in her eyes. ‘’I thought it was over, it's been almost twenty years, why does he continue with it? I'm so tired… And today listening to those girls in the bathroom, I don't know, I know you won't cheat on me, that's not it, but… what are you still doing here?’’

''Like this? I'm here because I love you, where else would I go?’’

"To the arms of a prettier woman with a less troubled family?" She ventured, dropping her face back into his chest because she felt ashamed for saying that, and for feeling that. She didn't like to look him in the eye when one of her crises started, Hestia was always silly afraid that she would see in Sirius that disgusted and slightly annoyed expression she had seen in her father's eyes when that happened.

“I don't think there's a woman prettier than you, and about your family, it's not like mine is a bed of roses, is it?” He hugged her tighter, like he did when she was sad. Hestia knew Sirius would never look at her with that accusatory look that she was going crazy. "You know what I thought when Felicity walked into my office and started telling me about how Paris was a romantic city and all?"

''What?''

"That we never went there, which is ridiculous because it should have been the first place for us to go together." He chuckled softly. ‘’Paris is indeed a very romantic city.’’

"Yes, you're right." She sniffled, tears stinging in her eyes again.

‘’I don't care if someone is flirting with me, or I don't know if there are women talking about me in the bathroom. Sure, it's really good for my ego, you know,” Hestia chuckled, rolling her eyes. "But none of them are you, and I'm not saying this because I want to convince you to have shower sex later, because you know we're going to-"

''Disgusting.''

‘’-You love it. But it's because I love you Jones, and for you I can put up with your father pretending I don't exist for hours if it'll make you happy, and, I can find a way to get you inside Lily's house without Dumbledore knowing and staying talking to us about everything we already know. She needs you too, James told me she's feeling pretty lonely... And I don't like that apartment either, and Joe is looking to sell his house, so we can go visit if you want.'' Sirius was quiet, his chin resting on top of her head, his arms holding her securely in his embrace.

"I hate feeling like this," Hestia grumbled.

''If it's any comfort to you, last week I thought I'd cut my hair because you told me about that guy from your job.'' He admitted, and when Hestia lifted her face to look at him, Sirius' cheeks were flushed. "Don't look at me like that, it's been a tense week."

"Noooo, you're perfect like that." She brought her hands up to his hair, smiling at the familiar feel of his silky strands. "It's the only reason I married you, so if you don't want to deal with the divorce bureaucracy, don't cut it."

Sirius chuckled, looking pleased to have gotten her out of that cloud of self-deprecation. He was very good at it. ‘’Don't worry, I don't want to deal with these papers anytime soon.. Hope never actually...want to go home?’’

“Are you going to get that massage you promised me two weeks ago?” His gray eyes sparkled, his cheeks still a little flushed and a beautiful smile on his lips. Hestia remembered the girls talking about how he looked at her, and she didn't blame them for wanting that either.

‘’Of course, and then we can enjoy the shower-’’

"No way." They laughed, Sirius sighing in defeat.

"I'll still convince you and you'll regret not listening to me sooner." They intertwined their fingers, Sirius pulling her towards the exit, nodding casually to his coworkers, a little hastily.

'I'll let you try, but I promise nothing…'

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction | Your an Idol He’s not [Request]

Seokjin:

Jin was shaking in the seat beside you as you waited for the all-clear sign from your security team, you turned to look at your boyfriend of three years and smiled.

"You alright?" He nodded, he wasn't you knew that and he knew that but there was nothing either of you could do about it. Your relationship had been leaked to the media last week and tonight was your first event back so you figured you should take him with you.

"You'll be fine baby, I'll be there the entire time." You promised him taking your hand in his and rubbing it reassuringly. You and Jin had been together for three years but you were forced to hide it because you were famous and he wasn't, he was just a business worker you'd met in a coffee shop one morning. He straightened his black tie and you smiled at him, he looked amazing tonight he always looked amazing.

"You look great." You complimented, it fueled his ego a little and he kissed your cheek.

"Not as great as you." Your security guard opened the door and you stepped out of the first and waited for Jin while people screamed at you from all different directions.

"Just smile and walk and I'll do all the talking." You offered and Jin gladly accepted, the only public speaking he ever gave were the ones he had to give at work and he hated those.

"Hi Y/n, is this the mystery man everyone has been wondering about?" You laughed along with the interviewer before introducing him to her and the camera,

"This is my long-term boyfriend Kim Seokjin," He smiled at them and wrapped his arm around your waist to drawer you closer to him. You knew he was nervous by that small action but as long as you were next to him he could make it through the night.

"Ah, Jin what do you do for a living?" He looked at you as you went to answer but a sudden wave of confidence rushed over him.

"I run my own business enterprise," The interviewer made an approving noise and you giggled as she went into questioning you both on your relationship, questioning on how and when you met, how he asked you out and why you'd kept it hidden for so long.

"I wanted to make sure he was the one for me." The interviewer smirked,

"And...Is he?" You turned to look up at Jin with a smile, he was already staring down at you looking at you like you were the only one in his life.

"He is." He chuckled and bent down to give you a kiss the yelling increased and so did the brightness of the flashes as many people caught the moment on photograph and video. It was going to be the kiss of the decade.

Yoongi:

No one knew that you were dating anybody except for your managers. They had to know since they were the one who had put the dating clause in your contract. You and Yoongi had started seeing one another before it was up and so your whole career was at stake but now the clause was over you were free to date whenever you wanted.

"I brought coffee." You let out a fake moan as you heard Yoongi say those three words you loved so much,

"I'm dying, they don't have it on set." You groaned dramatically as you took a sip of the hot liquid and he chuckled at you, running his hand over your cheek and smiling.

"Are they working you to death out here?" You knew he was playing around since you could be dramatic all of the time.

"No, but I'm tired and who doesn't have coffee on an active set?" You both walked off set and over to some chairs that were waiting for you. Your other band members were due their shooting so you had time to spend with Yoongi, you hadn't seen much of him that week since you'd been busy with producing and shooting.

"Are we still okay for Sunday?" He questioned as you linked hands, you nodded thinking of the dinner he had invited you to. It was with his friends and family to celebrate his recent promotion at work which you would normally look forward to but it was the first time you would be meeting anyone in his family. You'd been dating a year but the thought of meeting his parents was terrifying to you.

"You're still worried?" You nodded at him and he laughed at you,

"You can walk red carpets, sing in front of thousands of people but meeting my parents is worrying to you?" You groaned at the way he said it,

"It's a big deal Yoongi...What if they don't like me?" You began listing off all the what if's your brian had managed to come up with and once you were done Yoongi stared at you.

"My mum has three of your albums and I'm pretty sure that she mentioned how lovely you are six times on the phone to me this morning." You laid your head on his shoulder and he chuckled at how shy you were getting. Teasing you about it was going to be fun but he knew once you were comfortable around them you would be fine.

"Y/n! Needed on set." You kissed Yoongi goodbye and told him not to bother going anywhere until you got back.

Hoseok:

All of your dates with Hoseok were hidden but this one had been hidden extra hard because you didn't even have an idea as to where he was taking you. All he said to you was pack light and that he would pick you up at 2 am, it was when your first guard took his break and the second guard would sneak away for a smoke session. The rest of your band members were sleeping when you left and now you were in a car driving with Hoseok while you sang along to the music.

"So where are you taking me exactly?" You questioned as he drove down a small road and onto a backroad. You were surrounded by nothing but trees and birds.

"An old family cabin, you'll love it." Yo and Hoseok did this a lot over the years of dating one another. It was hard to get away from your idol life sometimes and although Hoseok didn't understand all of it he tried to and would try to make things as normal for you as possible.

He pulled up in front of an old log cabin and you both got out of the car and headed inside. It was beautiful, all the walls were lined with actual logs and the place looked old and unique. The kitchen had a gas oven and the living room had nothing but furniture and a fireplace inside, you were completely secluded away from everyone and everything.

"This place is incredible Hoseok, you're not going to kill me though are you?" You joked and Hoseok laughed nervously, Hobi had planned to wait until later that day but seeing you the way you were now he knew he couldn't wait that long for an answer. While your back was turned he dropped down onto one knee with the ring he'd gotten from his grandmother and waited for your attention.

"Hobi?!" You gasped seeing him with the ring out,

"I know we haven't talked about our futures much but I can't picture mine without you in it, will you do me the honour of becoming my-" You didn't even give him time to finish his sentence, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Mumbling yes against his lips whenever you needed air,

"Of course, Yes I'll marry you Hobi." You started tearing up as he took the ring from his box and slid it onto your finger,

"The perfect fit," He whispered seeing how it laid on your ring finger perfectly.

"I love you." You whispered kissing him once again.

Namjoon:

"Wayne! The light!" You groaned as you stood centre stage, you were on your first world tour and currently in London trying to get your light guy to get his light fixed.

"Too bright?!" He called down and you shouted a yes back until it was turned down. The spotlight wasn't the only thing not working, everything around you seemed as though it didn't want to work for you. Then to top it all off your boyfriend of four years was ignoring you after a stupid fight, you'd gotten into a fight about how little time you had for him. Neither of you meant the words you said, you never did but things were said and he hadn't called or texted back to you.

"He still hasn't called?" Your manager questioned when she saw you periodically checking your phone to see if there were any messages.

"Maybe I should call him-"

"Or maybe you can hug him?" His voice came from behind you and you dropped your phone onto your bag, rushing over to Namjoon and wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. The fight was long forgotten once you were in his arms and he twirled you around the air.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" He shrugged his shoulders as you stood on the stage with him.

"I took some time off, I wanted to see you." You smiled and leaned up to kiss him, as your lips touched the spotlight turned onto the perfect brightness and the sound guy declared that the tracks were working again.

"Mmm, I might need to keep you on tour with me all of the time." You joked and told him that he was your good luck charm. He wrapped his arm around your waist,

"How much time do you have until your show?" You looked at your watch and smiled,

"Three hours...Wanna see my hotel room?" Your manager looked up at you with a warning look, warning you to be careful of anyone that might be following you but you didn't care, you'd missed Namjoon and you had some making up to do after the fight.

"Come on," You dragged him through the venue and towards the back exit where the usual vans waited for you to take you to and from the venue.

Jimin:

Usually, you were overcautious with everything. Your disguise was planned perfectly and everything was fine but today wasn't the day for disguises and hiding, today was a day for rushing to the hospital with Jimin holding your hand for support. He'd been like that the entire drive to the hospital, promising you it was going to be fine and that she would be okay, it was nice to have him there through this. Many cameras had spotted you together but you didn't care, you didn't care that you were being spotted and you didn't care that fans were following you into the hospital. All you cared about was finding your auntie and finding her fast. Your mother had told you it was nothing serious over the phone but you didn't believe her until you reached the hospital to find your auntie in perfect health.

"I told you not to tell her, she was away with Jimin." Your auntie groaned you walked into the room and Jimin greeted both your mum and auntie. They'd been close ever since you and Jimin started dating four years ago,

"It's just a kidney infection, they only pulled me in because I'm 60." Your auntie laughed at herself and you shook your head, you'd been worried for nothing. Left your home with Jimin in nothing but sweatpants and matching hoodies for nothing,

"The media is cooking up a storm." Your mother said disapprovingly, she showed you her phone and you sighed knowing you were going to have a hard time explaining everything to your manager.

"Fuck them! Your relationship with Jimin is strong! You've been together for too long to hide it any longer."  Your aunt had always been the biggest supporter when it came to your idol life and then when Jimin came along she became the biggest supporter of your relationship, wanting it out in the open for everyone to see.  

"I'm not going to deny who I love any more...It's not in my contract that I can't date either." You and Jimin sat down on the chairs in the room and started to discuss what was probably going to happen now and you had to warn him about how his life was no longer going to be private. You'd had this conversation before but that was long before you started seeing one another seriously.

"I love you, okay? I can handle it." He promised.

Taehyung:

You clapped along with the crowd while you waited for the next presenter to go onto the stage but instead a camera crew and the main presenter of the evening were standing next to your table.

"Y/n, you look define tonight as always. Who did you bring along tonight?" You smiled at the man and then turned to look at your boyfriend Taehyung who was blushing already. He'd never been good with people but he'd come along with you tonight in support of your latest album up for awards.

"This is Kim Taehyung, my boyfriend." The questions continued on for another five minutes until the presenter was called back to the main stage. You knew that not everything you'd talked about in the mini-interview was going to be in the video released but it was nice to get to talk to them about Taehyung.

"You alright?" You whispered taking his hand on yours and placing them on top of the table. You had been together for two years and your relationship was never kept a secret, you didn't want to do that to your fans or to Taehyung.

"The winner of best album of the year goes to...Y/n Y/l/n with their new hit album Lovestruck!"

You stood on the stage smiling at everyone and trying not to cry while Taehyung clapped and cheered loudly along with everyone in the venue.

"Wow. I don't even know where to start with this, the album was changed last minute as many people know. I had an-whole-other concept and album for when I first went to my boss and at the last minute I switched to lovestruck." The crowd chuckled along with you,

"I want to thank everyone who made the album possible, my producers, my friends, fans and family and most importantly the man who made me feel the way I do about him to be able to write all of the tracks." You let out a shaky breath as you locked eyes with him from across the room and he smiled, tearing up and cheering louder.

"Thank you!" You walked off stage and cameras were trained on you as you met up with Taehyung back at your table and greeted one another in a kiss,

"You deserve it, baby," He chuckled running his hand over your cheek and repeating how proud of you that he was.

Jungkook:

"Shit, shit, shit." You giggled as you and Jungkook stared out of his apartment window. You'd been on a date the night before and decided to stay over at his apartment, you did it a lot and there was never normally a problem only this time. Someone had leaked to the paparazzi as to where you were,

"I bet it was my neighbour upstairs, she's always so nosey." Jungkook groaned ducking you both down when a cameraman walked past his window. He was on the ground floor which mean escaping would be easy if you could ever get past the seven cameramen all stalking the area. You and Jungkook had only been together for a couple of months and you were trying to hide him because you didn't want to ruin his private life.

"So much for privacy, I'm sorry Kookie." You were both sat on the floor below his window so you wouldn't get caught.

"Hey, I don't care. I have you." You smiled at how cheesy he was being and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder,

"How about I run to the store, lock you inside so they don't think is' suspicious-"

"Are you sure you're not just trying to kidnap me?" You joked making him chuckle as he tried to finish his train of thought.

"I get snacks, all our favourites. I come back and we game and watch movies all day?" It sounded perfect to you but you had no idea if it was going to work but you didn't care. Even if you got caught together it would be totally worth it.

"I'll call my manager and tell her where I am so she can come up with a plan to get the cameramen out." He smiled and kissed you softly, promising he would be back in no time. He got up from the floor and came face to face with a cameraman who was staring in through the apartment window, Jungkook drew the curtains closed and walked out of the front door.

"Have you seen Y/n y/l/n in this area, sir?" You listened from behind the closed door as Jungkook played the dumb card,

"Have I seen who?" You giggled and they showed Jungkook a photograph of you.

"Never seen her in my life, sorry. Maybe you've got the wrong place." His voice drowned out as he got closer to his car and you smiled about how lucky you were to have him.

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[maybebanks]

Not Your Lover

JJ x reader

“No! Guys. No pogue-on-pogue macking! Why would you even suggest that?” You ask the group.

It was a humid summer night around the bonfire at the chateau. In a game of truth or dare. You were just dared to kiss John B.

“The first dare Y/n has turned town! You know what that means,” JJ announces triumphantly, “I win.”

“No! No no no,” you say shaking your head. You and JJ made a bet a long time ago that whoever declined a dare would lose and have a price to pay the other.

You and JJ have been dragging it on for years. Wondering who would finally break the cycle.

“She already said no! Call it in! Someone else’s turn,” JJ tried.

Immediately, you stepped towards John B. You grabbed his face and without hesitation, pressed your lips against his. You moved your lips with his only for a second. And then pulled away.

You gave a confident look to JJ and he just scoffed.

Causing everyone else to laugh. Even John B. Who was so dumbfounded by what just happened, he was holding his lips in shock.

Hours later, Kie and Pope retreated to their homes. JJ basically had a permanent room and John B’s couch was full of clutter.

“You wanna crash with me? I’ll make room for you,” John B offered.

“Yeah. That would be great actually. Thanks,” you said.

You entered John B’s house and decided to get a glass of water. The cabinates were tall, and you couldn’t really reach the last remaining glass.

You stood on the tip of your toes and extended your arm up. Groaning as you reached for what you couldn’t have.

Suddenly, you felt a presence brush your back. You turned slightly and noticed JJ. He was directly behind you.

You tensed when your butt brushed against his shorts. He leaned over you and grabbed the glass.

You stepped away and held your hand out.

A little flustered from the unexpected contact, you asked for the glass, “can I have it now, JJ?” You asked.

“Oh this is for me,” JJ shrugged.

“Ugh!” You moaned, and decided to leave him being cocky and annoying.

“Wait! Wait I was just kidding,” he chuckled, he filled the glass with water and handed it to you.

But you knew better.

You smiled and grabbed the glass. But then, you grabbed a beer from the fridge and dumped out his water in the sink. Exchanging it for beer.

He mocked being offended with a hand on his heart, “how rude!” He said in an accent.

You rolled your eyes and left to see John B.

There was a dim light on as you laid beside John B in his semi-comfortable queen bed.

He was shirtless in his boxers, and you were wearing shorts and a sports bra.

It was very hot in his house.

“Y/n, can I be honest with you?” John B asked.

“Sure, of course,” you replied.

“I...I can’t stop thinking about that kiss,” he admitted.

“What kiss- oh. The dare,” you added.

“Yeah. It felt like it meant something. And it made me realize I really like you, as more than a friend.”

You waited a second to answer, “Uh...I don’t know what to say,” you admitted. It was just a dare to you, nothing more.

“Imagine what we could be,” he said, turning to face you.

“It was..it was just a dare, John B,” you told him.

“I know but what if we tried something new. I want to be with you,”

“Sleep on it John B,” you tried. Finding any way to avoid admitting to your best friend that you didn’t like him like that.

“I can’t sleep. Not until I do this,” he said, then grabbed your cheek to turn you closer, and leaned in.

“Wait!” You tried, but it was too late, John B’s lips met yours much like they did before.

At that moment, JJ pushed open your door.

“Hey, is that rooster gonna- oh shit. Uhh what are you...” John B noticed your two kissing. Giving you a reason to push John B away.

“Close the door man!” John B exclaimed, JJ nodded and left the room.

For some reason you felt guilty. So you turned over, and didn’t say a word the rest of the night. You couldn’t sleep either.

Finally, the sun rose. It was a reasonable time to wake up, 6:00am. You were already awake. Sleeping on and off.

John B was fast asleep beside you. An arm extended over your waist.

You gently lifted him off and got out of bed.

Splashing some water on your face and heading outside to clear your head.

You sat on a rock near the water, by the boat.

You didn’t want to have to deal with turning down your best friend. Would things be the same?

“What are you doing up so early? Last I checked, you were the kind of gal that sleeps in,” JJ said, approaching you with a raspy morning voice.

“You’re not wrong. I had a rough night,” you admit.

JJ settles next to you, and you scoot to the side, making room for him.

You bit down on your lip. You felt some butterflies when JJ was around you. When his hand would brush against yours even in the slightest.

But you could never admit it. John B wouldn’t forgive you if you admitted you loved the other best friend and not him.

“Are you okay?” JJ asked, moving his eyes towards yours. All focus on you.

“Yeah. I’m-yeah,” you said quickly.

“Uh huh,” JJ says suspiciously.

“My head is just in a weird place right now,”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Um...John B,” you admit.

JJ clears in throat, he really didn’t feel like getting his heart broken again. It was his secret, one he had only just realized. When he saw you kissing John B it made his heart clench. And his jaw stiffen with anger, or jealousy.

“I know you know he kissed me. But you don’t know that I didn’t feel it. John B just confessed his feelings. How do I tell him I don’t feel the same!” You expressed, frustrated.

JJ raised his eyebrows, “so..you just let him kiss you? And you didn’t want it?”

“Yeah,” you felt down, “I know I should have told him. I just feel like an asshole.”

“If it makes you feel any better, John B did this exact same thing to Kie,” JJ chuckles.

You rolled your eyes, “how would that make me feel better?”

JJ laughed at your tone, “I don’t know!”

“Could you tell him? He would take it better...” you offer.

“Uh no way. I’m not doing the dirty work for you,” JJ responded.

“I’ve known John B since I was like 10! I can’t-I don’t like him like that...I don’t wanna hurt him,”

“This is really crushing you, huh?” JJ muttered.

You could only nod. Looking into the dirt below you.

“Fine. I’ll do it,” JJ said.

“You will? Why?”

“Because I like you...and because..maybe you’d be inclined to admit that I won the dare bet.” He shrugged.

You fought a smile, “fine you win. And thank you,” adding a quick kiss on his cheek, before passing him and entering the house.

[scarlettwitcher]

Baby Girl Chapter Six

Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Agent Gin(Y/n), Tequila, Ginger Ale, Eggsy, Merlin, Champ, Harry, mentions of Poppy, Charlie, and Clara

Word Count: 4,361

Warnings: angst angssst aaaaaangggsssttttt, descriptions of canonical violence, canon death, cursing, flashback is in italics

Author’s Note: It’s been a long time coming but we’re close to the end my lovelies. I hope you all like this update. Thank you for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed.

Previous...

“So I suggest you find out who he is. Come on.” Eggsy watched Harry walk off as he shook his head. He was upset at Harry’s actions, more so, at hurting you. He looked back over at the cabin and watched as you had moved Whiskey’s head onto your lap. You hoped Whiskey would be okay after everything. Eggsy slowly walked over and grabbed the rest of yours and Whiskey’s things. He heard you sniff and stopped. He wanted to comfort you but he didn’t know what to say. He leaned down next to you, putting a light hand on your shoulder. Your body shook as another wave of tears surged through you.

“Let me help you love.” You reluctantly agreed to Eggsy’s help. He grabbed Whiskey as best as he could, throwing him over his shoulder. You stood up, grabbing his whip, and in heavy silence, you followed him back to the jet. The ride back was tense. You had every right to go and put a bullet into Harry’s head but he was right. You had to work together to get the antidote before more people died. You wondered why Harry didn’t suspect you. You were with Whiskey, you were ever as much a suspect as he was. You didn’t want to think how it would be if you were the one shot and Whiskey found you instead.

Next...

Arriving at the agency, you quickly helped Ginger set Whiskey up in her machine, letting the nanites do their job. “He looks great.” Ginger was standing next to you as you watched Whiskey sleeping. 

Merlin nodded. “Good.” He moved towards his team to let them know of the good news.

“Ginger, I should’ve protected him harder. I should’ve shot Harry the first time I had the gun to his head.” You felt your eyes water, feeling so useless. Ginger reached over, holding your hand in hers in comfort. 

“We both know you wouldn’t have Gin. He’s going to be okay. I suggest you focus on the mission. We can deal with this after.” You nodded quietly. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, holding Whiskey’s hand in yours. You brought it up to your lips, kissing his knuckles softly.

“I’ll be back baby. I’ll make this right.” You looked up at the closed door where the three Kingsman were. You clenched your jaw walking towards the door. The doors slid open and you caught the end of their conversation. With the way Harry’s eyes landed guiltily on you, you knew they were talking about Whiskey, specifically, how he was working against the agency. You narrowed your eyes at him. Your fingers twitched, ready to grab your gun and put several bullets in his head. 

“My favorite singer?”

“I don't bloody know. How would I know that?”

“It's John Denver.” 

Eggsy walked back towards the group in a rush. “Merlin! Have you got eyes on that location yet?” 

“Soon. The reconnaissance drone's about an hour away. Which gives us time to sort out-”

Eggsy walked towards the elevator, stepping in as he looked at the three of you. “Bollocks, we haven't time for anything. I'm leaving now. With or without you.” Merlin looked to Harry in silent agreement before the three of them looked to you. You swore you never felt so small under their gazes but you refused to back down. You were going to finish this mission for Whiskey and after, Harry was going to suffer for his actions. You kept your chin up, passing both men, stepping into the elevator. Eggsy nodded his appreciation towards you as the other men stepped inside. 

You all made your way to the plane, getting comfortable. Getting so caught up on the situation, you forgot to change. You walked towards your room, You pulled the snowsuit off and stripped bare, stepping into the shower. You washed away the blood and dirt from before. Thoughts of your lover filled your head. You closed your eyes and tried to forget. You tried to erase the memories of watching Whiskey get shot over and over out of your head but every time you closed your eyes, you were forced to relive it. You let the steaming water burn your skin, feeling like you still had Whiskey's blood on your hands. You scrubbed your skin raw, seeing the small red streaks across your skin. You know if Whiskey saw you, he'd lecture you about taking care of yourself better and then he would kiss your skin. The thought brought a soft smile to your face. 

Quickly finishing your shower, you stepped out. Thanks to the awesome gadgets the Statesman had, you used a small machine that dried and styled your hair in seconds. The machine opted for giving you lazy curls, your signature look. You slipped on a pair of really tight dark washed jeans, slipping your black boots on after, pairing it with a nice thick belt, the large Statesmen belt buckle shining brightly. You grabbed a silky red tank top with spaghetti straps, throwing your jean jacket over it. Lastly, you slipped on your thigh holsters for your guns. Standing in front of the mirror, you noticed the marks Whiskey left on your skin and you felt your throat tighten. You willed your emotions away, knowing you needed to be composed. You looked over at Whiskey’s hat that was laying on your bed. You took it with you after leaving him with Ginger. You knew if he saw you, you wouldn’t leave the bedroom for days. You blushed at the thought, swiping the hat and plopping it gently on your head. It fit you big but you liked it. 

“Don't be. Just know that having something to lose is what makes life worth living. Now, let's go and save your girl.”

“I missed you, Harry. “Stepping out of the room, Harry and Eggsy were in the main room talking. You really didn’t want to be near the senior agent and he knew. You tensed in his presence but luckily, Merlin interrupted them. “Gentlemen, milady, I hate to break up a party. We're nearly there, so I suggest we get ready. Follow me.”

Merlin walked towards the back, into what was Tequila's room, pushing a button that revealed a hidden dresser. “Oh, yes.” You smiled weakly at Eggsy’s reaction.

The machine slowly opened up, moving Whiskey to a sitting position as he gasped awake. He looked around before his eyes settled on Ginger. He smirked, his first instinct was to hit on her but there was a nagging feeling telling him that he shouldn’t. He decided to ignore the little voice. “Hello, gorgeous. I'm Jack. What's your name? How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?” Whiskey had stood up, walking after Ginger as she walked back away from him, irritation painting her features. “I got a six-pack of cold ones on ice and my roomie's out all night. So you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar.”

“Jack, stop it.” Ginger held up his phone, showing him the picture he had of you as your contact, his favorite picture. He grabbed the phone, furrowing his brows as he focused on your features. He saw himself in the photo, looking down at your soft form.

“Who's this pretty lady?”

“That’s your girlfriend. You told her you loved her for the first time a few days ago.” Whiskey frowned as he looked at the picture and didn’t take long for his memories to flood through his head, images of you surrounding him and all of his senses. He remembered the first time he met you, your sweet laugh echoing in his head. Flashes of missions you two had been on, and memories of you underneath him, moaning his name had him blushing. The last thing he remembered was the mission and Harry shooting him paired with your screams of agony. Whiskey came to his senses and looked down at his phone, kissing the picture he had of you. He looked to Ginger, rage fueling his actions. 

“Ginger. Goddamn butterfly guy shot me in the fucking head.”

“I know. Gin told me.”

“Gin?" Whiskey looked around desperately hoping to see you in the room. When he came back with nothing, he clenched his jaw and frowned as he looked back at Ginger. "Where is she?”

“She's on her way to Cambodia with Eggsy, Merlin, and,” Ginger hesitated to finish speaking. She took a deep breath preparing for how Whiskey would react. “ Agent Galahad. That's where Poppy’s base is.”

“Ginger, what the fuck?! You let her go by herself?” Whiskey growled out as he stared at the screen with your location. “Prepare the Silver Pony. I’m not leaving her alone with that fucking traitor.” Before Ginger could say anymore, Whiskey ran off in full speed towards his jet, intent on getting back to you as soon as he could. He pulled up his watch, clicking a few buttons before a faint beep was heard. He looked at the map and sighed, at least feeling secure that he had a visual on you. When you slept together, he put on a tracker and put one on you just as a piece of mind for himself. He knew you'd kill him if you ever found out but he needed that security. Ever since they found Harry and brought him back to the agency, he had a nagging feeling. He never liked your friendship with him and now, he feared for your safety. If Harry was willing to shoot him in the head, what would he be willing to do to you? 

Merlin entered the main room and everyone turned to look at him. You smiled as you heard Eggsy compliment him. “Hey, hey. Looking good, Merlin.”

“Feeling good, Eggsy.” Merlin chuckled as he watched Eggsy nod his head in approval. Merlin looked at you for a second, seeing the same expression on your face as his. You held your hand up, giving him a soft thumbs up of approval. “Right. This is yours.” Merlin turned towards Harry, handing him an umbrella before turning towards Eggsy, handing him a briefcase. You recognized the weapons. They were hardly ever used. Most Statesmen agents considered them too fancy. “That's for you.” 

“I feel naked.”

“Whiskey, it’s not that bad. You don’t need your whip.”

“Easy for you to say. You can just hide yours under your dress. I have to carry this stupid briefcase. Who even brings a suitcase to a gala?” You giggled as you watched the older man complain. He looked at you, furrowing his brows in confusion as you laughed. “Now you’re laughing?”

You shrugged as you wrapped your arm around Whiskey’s, oblivious to the way he tensed slightly at your touch. You had been partnered for some time but you were only friends. “You’re cute, that’s all.” 

Whiskey laughed as he shook his head. “Got me feeling as pretty as a peach, darlin.” 

Whiskey’s laugh echoed through your head as the memory faded away. You felt your throat tighten and you willed your tears away for the billionth time that day. The boys had opened the weapon vault under the pool table as Merlin handed Harry a bat. “Press the "S". Minesweeper. Courtesy of Statesman.” Merlin nodded your way and you gave him a weak smile, tipping your hat in a silent ‘You’re welcome’. Eggsy looked at all the gadgets in the little vault. It was catered especially for you, Whiskey, and Tequila. On the top wall, there were Tequila’s shotguns as well as his bulletproof suit. There was an array of guns surrounding it, your specialty guns. You walked over, slipping the gun vest around yourself. You checked every gun to make sure it was loaded, slipping them both into their holsters, as well as slipping two more into your thigh holsters. Guns were your thing. You looked over at Whiskey’s whip and lasso. You remember when he taught you to use them and how happy he was when you became an expert in just a few short months. The added skill made for great teamwork on missions. 

“And what about these?” Eggsy grabbed a baseball, turning it in his hand.

“Careful. Those are hand grenades.”

“Don’t blow yourself up, sugar.” You mumbled as you reached over grabbing your whip that was placed next to Whiskeys. When you mastered it, as a gift, Whiskey had one custom made for you with your initials at the end, the handle made in your favorite color. He said it was to distinguish which was which. At the time, you let yourself believe it was because he felt something and you were right, but Whiskey played it off like it was nothing. “As discussed, this is for the endgame.” Merlin grabbed a glasses case, handing it over to Eggsy. Eggsy opened the case, revealing a small syringe filled with a golden liquid. You raised your eyebrows in question but you didn’t comment. “I'm entrusting it to you. And I'm entrusting this,” You smirked as Merlin grabbed a large machete. It was one of Tequilas. “To me.”

Soon the plane started its auto-piloted landing, leaving you a few miles away from Poppy’s location. Leaving the plane, the four of you went on your way through the jungle. Merlin led the way, cutting at leaves in your path. When you spotted the first landmine, you quickly switched places, letting Eggsy lead the way with the minesweeper. You walked between him and Merlin, keeping your distance from Harry. As you got close, you all huddled close, staring at the entrance to the facility. "Right. This is where we split up. Pincer movement. Merlin, you're with me. Gin, Eggsy, you signal when we're in position."

You all nodded your understanding and as you moved to walk away, you heard the soft sound of something being stepped on and activated. You all froze, no one daring to move. After a few tense seconds, everyone's head slowly looked down to see Eggsy's foot firmly planted on top of a mine. His eyes fell wide in shock. 

"Don't move. You move, we die." Eggsy nodded his understanding slowly as Merlin stepped back, taking the suitcase from Eggsy. He opened it up and pulled out a can. "Luckily, I have this." Merlin bent down next to Eggsy's foot, pushing away the dirt surrounding the mine. He shook the can and sprayed it all around the mine, getting just a bit on Eggsy's foot. You kept a lookout for any guards that could've spotted you, your heart beating frantically. "This spray will freeze the trigger mechanism, give us a split second. So on the count of three, what I want you to-" Before anyone could think clearly, Merlin pushed Eggsy off of the mine, standing on it instead. 

"Merlin!" Eggsy panted quietly as he slowly turned around looking to his old friend in shock. You watched with wide eyes, knowing what Merlin was going to do and it pained you. You were the least close to him but in the short time you knew him, he treated you with nothing but kindness, even when they had first arrived, you were the one to pull Tequila off of them, offering them comfort. Merlin appreciated you in his own way, watching out for you just as he would for Eggsy. "Merlin, what the fuck have you done?"

Merlin’s expression never changed as he took a deep breath. “Our journey together began many years ago, when your father did the same thing for us.” He motioned between himself and Harry.

“Our journey began with a mistake I made. Give me the can. That's an order.” Harry moved towards Merlin, holding his hand out towards him. 

Merlin handed the can over with no regret. “Can's empty. Split second's over. You three need to get going.”

“No, no, no. There's got to be another way.” Your heart clenched for Eggsy as you watched the whole ordeal. You swallowed thickly agreeing with him.

“He's right. The mission comes first.”

“Bollocks, mission comes firs-”

“Eggsy! This is no time for emotion. Remember your training. Or we all die. Now get on with it.” Eggsy looked at Merlin with disbelief as he tried to argue. You could see it in his stance, in the way his lip quivered, and in the way his eyes glossed over. This was it for your friend and Eggsy was on the brink of breaking down. 

“Do as you're told. Move it!” Eggsy looked between the two men before glancing at you, a large battle behind his eyes. You knew you would agree with him and suggest there was another way but you knew, it was a battle neither of you would win. You wanted to strangle Harry for being so insensitive.

“Go.” Eggsy slowly grabbed his suitcase as he turned, walking off towards his mark. You knew you needed to be in position with him. You inhaled shakily, trying to keep your own emotions in check. You couldn’t risk making any wrong move. You walked over to Merlin, straightening his tie, staring at it before looking up at him in his eyes. You hadn’t noticed the tears you had shed but he did and he smiled softly. “Looking very good Merlin, very handsome.” You mumbled quietly. He smirked as he nodded his silent ‘Thank you’ to you.

“Feeling good Gin.” You let a broken laugh escape your lips as you stepped back watching him. You turned around before you’d break down and made your way to Eggsy. He noticed the red blotches on your skin and he knew you were the first to break over Merlin. You knew it was ridiculous to feel so hurt about someone who you had known for a few days but you were already so on edge over Whiskey and Tequila that you were a bit off your game. You swallowed your emotions, cloaking them with something darker as it took over. You needed to complete the mission and you weren’t going to risk the lives of millions because you were sad. 

“It's been an honor.” You heard Harry finish his goodbyes as he made his way to his own position.

“Good luck.” Merlin made an ok sign before you slowly heard his baritone voice fill the air. “Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.” He sliced at the trees in his way, giving the guards a clear view of Merlin as he stood there singing. You laughed quietly as you recognized the song almost immediately after the first two words.

“Poppy, come in.” You heard the guard call into his walkie-talkie, Poppy responding quickly.

“Roger.”

“Life is old there.”

“Are you expecting another lawyer?” You heard the guard say as Merlin kept singing. 

“Older than the trees.”

“There's a guy here singing.”

“Younger than the mountains.” You couldn’t help yourself as you sang the song quietly with Merlin. Eggsy gave you a sad smile before you cleared your throat. 

“Sorry... I just- My dad used to sing it to me when I was a baby to put me to sleep.” Eggsy genuinely smiled as he imagined what you told him. You didn’t know why you said it. You just knew he needed some type of comfort. Eggsy looked back at Merlin and nodded quietly as he whispered, scared his voice would break. 

“Merlin was right. Country music is the best.” You reached out, placing your hand on his shoulder. He exhaled heavily and watched as the guard walked closer to Merlin, holding his radio towards Merlin so Poppy could hear him singing.

“Blowin' like a breeze, Country roads, Take me home, To the place I belong.”

“Bring him to me.”

“West Virginia, Mountain momma, Take me home, Country Road.” As soon as the guard was less than a few feet away, Merlin removed his glasses, headbutting him so hard, he knocked out. The rest of the guards jumped, making their way over to Merlin as they kept their guns trained on him. Merlin swiftly placed his glasses back on. 

“Poppy, we got a situation here.”

“Country roads, Take me home,” Merlin looked over at Harry, nodding at him before he turned towards you and Eggsy. He turned towards you and you blew a kiss. He smirked, turning back to face the guards that were so close to him as he sang. “To the place I belong, West Virginia, Mountain momma, Take me home, Country Roads.” You knew it was coming but when the explosion rang through the air, shaking the earth. You shook in your place. You closed your eyes tightly, feeling overwhelmed. You took a deep breath, calming down. When you opened your eyes, they were overtook with rage. 

“Ooh. He stepped on a landmine. Can we get somebody out there to clean that up? Hello?” Poppy’s voice echoed out in the open from one of the abandoned radios. You watched as the same emotions washed over Eggsy. You clenched your jaw, rocking your head side to side, cracking it. Eggsy gripped the briefcase against him as the three of you slowly approached the large gate door. 

The loud ringing of gunfire set the center on alarm as everyone geared up to face the intruders, you. You all stood at the ends of the gate, staying away from the view of the guards. The door started to close as Eggsy pulled out the baseball grenade. He tossed it towards Harry who hit it with the bat he had, sending the ball flying, landing on a roof of one of the buildings. Harry opened his umbrella moving into the compound first, deflecting all of the bullets. Eggsy followed behind with you behind him. You moved towards the back, wanting to catch some guards from their blind spots. 

The donut on top of the donut shop exploded, rolling off in front of Eggsy and Harry. You used this to your advantage as you used your whip to pick off guard after guard, pulling them into the bushes and shooting them in the head, clean kills. You watched as Eggsy mowed down the guards with his briefcase as the donut rolled across the street. Although your personal preference was to execute the cleanest kills, you respected Eggsy’s. A scrawny man ran in with a bazooka and just as you were about to use your whip against him, Eggsy flipped his briefcase, sending a small missile at him, causing a huge explosion. You waited for the fumes to calm down before poking your head out from the bushes, flashing a small thumbs up to Eggsy. He noticed you, a large grin painting his features before reloading his case and flipping it over and nodding at you before gunning the men down again. You smirked walking out of your spot, with your guns held high. Several guards noticed you but you were quicker. You walked through getting head shot after head shot. You really didn't give any of them a chance. You always wanted to make your parents proud. Since you we're young, you had made sure before to train countless hours, day after day, getting the shot perfect. It took you years of practice to get your aim and skills to the level they were but you prided yourself on it. You weren't one of the best agents in the entire agency for no reason. 

Eggsy quickly turned his briefcase into a shield, shooting each man with only a precision you knew. You smirked, using your whip on a few other guards, pulling them towards you to get clean shots. You felt adventurous, turning it on, the electricity burning through their necks, beheading them. You even threw a few guards towards Eggsy, watching him shoot them with perfect head shots. The whole scene was gnarly but you didn’t care anymore. Before you knew it, you had finished off your guards and you watched with awe as Eggsy flipped around a guard, shooting another, before using his legs to propel himself forward shooting the other one running towards him. You whistled in respect, noticing the robot approaching you with a grenade gun. You motioned for them to go after Poppy as you ran towards the robot with your whip. You swung it forward, grabbing the gun and pulling it towards you, before swiftly shooting a few grenades at the robot. The robot looked down at her feet where the grenades were but before she could react, she was blown to bits. You raised your hand, making a handgun with your fingers and blowing the tip of your finger as if it was the actual gun. You felt on top of the world. Of course, before you could continue being your bad ass self, one of the robot’s motors fell hard on your head, knocking you completely unconscious. Eggsy saw this but they couldn’t compromise the mission as he ran into the diner. He, however, ran a diagnostic on your body from afar and was satisfied with seeing you were okay. 

What felt like years was only a few minutes. You woke up slowly with a loud pounding in your head. You groaned reaching up, feeling a large lump on top. Pulling your hand back, you noticed there was some blood but you couldn't focus on that. Eggsy was fighting, who you could only assume was Charlie at this point. He had hacked into his hand and now left him hanging on the tree. You tried to sit up but you felt the wind being knocked out of you. You fell back into your back, the sounds of growling and fighting become more distant by the second. You fell unconscious once more with a heavy exhale of breath. 

Eggsy and Harry had killed everyone on location except Poppy. They cornered her into her diner. You laid on the floor with some blood falling from your head. From anyone else’s perspective, you looked dead. Whiskey had made it to the location, making his way towards the three of you. Walking in, he saw the mess of dead bodies. It didn’t matter to him, he was a man on a mission, intent of getting to you. Whiskey would’ve missed your body, hadn’t it been for his hat that he spotted on the floor. He furrowed his brows, slowly walking towards it when he saw your whip, laying on the floor next to it. He looked up and there you were. He fell to his knees next to you, quickly pulling you into his lap as he searched your body for any life-threatening injuries. He cupped your head gently but felt the blood drain from his face and his heart skip a beat when he pulled his hand back, seeing it coated in your blood. He checked you quickly for a pulse, finding one after a few minutes of struggle. Relief washed over him like a cold shower. He slowly looked up, clenching his jaw in anger. They were going to leave you there to die. “I’m going to make this right baby girl. I’m going to make this right.” He kissed your head gently before standing up and stalking towards the diner with a predatory glint in his eyes.

“Did I? You know, I really don't have as much experience with all this drug stuff as people think. Better be the right code.” Whiskey watched as Eggsy slid the case over to Harry to input the code. He took a deep breath, slowly unhooking his whip. 

"Viva las..."

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[emospritelet]

Heatstroke - chapter 8

*snickers*

[AO3]

x

“Here.” Sidney Glass dropped a file on her desk, making Lacey look up. “Next assignment.”

She sat back slowly, picking up the file and raising an eyebrow.

“So what is it this time?” she asked. “Flower-arranging at the local church? First prize in the pumpkin-growing contest?”

“Pumpkins aren’t in season yet.”

“Then the story will only be slightly more boring than it otherwise would be.”

Sidney sighed.

“I have no idea why you even moved here if you find it so dull,” he said. “Wouldn’t you have more fun in the city?”

She gave him an amused look.

“Would you believe me if I said I actually wanted a quiet life?”

“Not really.”

“It’s true,” she insisted. “Or at least it’s mostly true. I grew up in a small town. Being back in one is kind of - it’s like I’m a teenager again, so I’m rebelling against it even though I know it’s a good place to live, you know?”

“Good,” said Sidney. “In that case you won’t mind writing a piece on Zelena West’s charity work.”

“Charity work,” Lacey snorted. “She’s a mean-spirited witch.”

“True enough, but she still organises the food drive every year.”

“Probably because it’s the only way she can hold any power over people,” said Lacey. “I bet she takes the best stuff for herself.”

“Get some proof of that and the piece might get interesting,” said Sidney. “In the meantime just stick to the brief.” 

“Five times Zelena West didn’t get bitch-slapped for talking shit about people and one time she did?” suggested Lacey.

Sidney chuckled as he sat back down at his desk, sending her an amused look.

“I’d read that,” he said. “But she’s going beyond the food drive this year. A charity dance. All profits to the church outreach program.”

“Wow.” Lacey pursed her lips. “She trying to bang the priest?”

“I doubt it,” said Sidney, shuddering. “She’s been trying to get her claws into Mr Gold.”

“Really?” Lacey sat up, an odd sensation going through her. It almost felt like outrage, which she couldn’t understand. “She had any success?”

“What do you think?” he said dryly, and she nodded, settling back in the chair.

“Okay, I’ll interview her,” she said. “If she’ll talk to me.”

“Good.”

There was a moment of silence. Sidney tapped at something on his keyboard, glancing at the screen in front of him. Lacey pondered the unwelcome image of Zelena West throwing herself at Gold, and shuddered just as Sidney had. Not that Zelena was unattractive. Just unstable. Lacey got the feeling she didn’t easily take a hint, and she was almost intrigued to know what Gold’s response to her would be.

It had been several days since she had come across Gold naked at the cabin. Clearly the guy was comfortable letting everything hang out. Maybe that was how he relaxed. She supposed she could understand that. It wasn’t as though it had been an unpleasant sight, anyway, just - unexpected. She still hadn’t summoned the courage to go and apologise to him, and told herself they had both been busy.

“So,” said Lacey, putting her feet up on the desk and her arms behind her head. “Mr Gold. What’s his deal?”

Sidney looked surprised at the question.

“Well, he’s landlord for most of Storybrooke,” he said. “Owns a pawnshop, richest guy in town…”

“No.” She shook her head. “I mean, what’s his history? He married? Single?”

Sidney’s surprise turned into alarm.

“Please don’t tell me you’re planning on hitting on him.”

“What? No!” Lacey was surprised at her own vehemence. “No, it’s not like that. I’m just - interested, that’s all. He seems like kind of a loner.”

“Well, he keeps to himself, that’s for sure,” said Sidney. 

“That has to get to you, after a while,” observed Lacey, tapping a pen against her lower lip. “Alone every night, only your own thoughts for company… You think he’s into anything weird?”

“Oh, I can’t begin to tell you how much I do not want to think about that,” muttered Sidney, and Lacey smirked.

“That’s not a no.”

Sidney sighed, slapping a file down on her desk.

“I don’t know a thing about Gold’s private life,” he said. “No one does. He keeps it - well, private.”

“So he could spend every Friday night dressed in leather and riding a huge butt plug and no one in town would know?”

“Oh my…” Sidney ran his hands over his face. “I’m gonna need bleach to get rid of that mental image.”

“You’re welcome.”

Lacey snickered, and Sidney shook his head.

“Look, aside from being a hardass with people who don’t pay their rent, he’s quiet and reserved and spends every hour holed up in the pawn shop,” he said. “He’s a generous donor to Storybrooke General Hospital, particularly the children’s ward. He takes a walk every morning and gets coffee at Granny’s. About as straight-laced as you can get.”

“It’s always the quiet ones.”

Sidney sighed, shaking his head.

“Okay, you want to cover something more interesting than the church fundraiser, and I want to pretend this conversation never happened,” he said. “How about we make a deal?”

Lacey perked up.

“Really?” she said. “What deal?”

“Simple,” said Sidney. “Get Gold to give you an interview.”

Lacey felt her face fall.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“You get him to agree to sit down and talk to you for half an hour, you’ll do something no one else at the Mirror ever has,” said Sidney. “Make it something personal and I’ll even give you a raise.”

“But he hates me,” she complained.

“Why would he hate you?”

Lacey shrank down in the chair a little.

“We kind of - got off on the wrong foot,” she muttered, and he shrugged.

“Guess you can’t want that raise too much.”

“Okay, not so fast,” she said, sitting up again. “I’m not saying I won’t do it, I’m just saying - well, it’s not gonna be easy, that’s all.”

“Nothing worthwhile ever is,” said Sidney. “So I’m told.”

x

Gold made his way up the path, wincing at every step. His leg had been giving him hell all day, and he suspected that it meant rain was coming. It was a night for taking a couple of painkillers, drinking whisky and losing himself in a good book while he waited for them to take effect.

He mounted the steps, pausing when he saw a cardboard box in front of the door. Probably his delivery of special ingredients from August’s in Boston. He found that Storybrooke could satisfy most of his culinary needs, by and large, but there were things he couldn’t get in town, like dried porcini, smoked paprika and loose-leaf Earl Grey tea. Smiling at the thought of the things he could make with the box contents, he opened the front door, scooped up the box and went inside.

It had been a long day, and he went straight to the kitchen, dropping the box onto the table and pouring himself a glass of wine before shrugging out of his coat. Taking a sip, he pulled a knife from the wooden block and sliced open the tape sealing the box. The contents made him frown; he was used to gleaming jars of ingredients nestled in packing noodles. This box was padded with scrunched up brown paper, wedged around boxes containing - oh.

Gold withdrew one of the boxes, a full ten inches, the cardboard thick and gleaming, silky to the touch. On the box was a picture of an anatomically-improbable plastic penis, the text on the box boasting ‘realistic feel and ten-speed vibration’. He dropped it back, picking up a smaller, square box with a bright pink wand made of curved silicone. Intense clitoral stimulation for rapid climax, announced the box. Perfect for solo play.

Gold pushed the box back in amongst the brown paper, flipping the lid closed again and eyeing the label that he hadn’t bothered to check. Miss L French. Of course.

He could feel his cheeks heating, and a vision of Lacey using the products on herself burst into full colour in his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying and failing to dispel it and cursing the telltale twitch of his cock. The image changed, and to his dismay he realised he was imagining himself using the toys on a very naked Lacey, her body undulating against his as she moaned in pleasure. His cock began to swell, and Gold shook his head, remembering the look on her face when she had seen him naked, the disparaging words she had used to describe the encounter to Miss Lucas. The images disappeared at once, and he sagged in relief. Sighing to himself, he was about to seek out some tape to seal the box again when he paused, fingers drumming against the sides. Fuck it. I’m taking it over there now. If she’s the one embarrassed by our encounter it’ll make a bloody change.

x

Lacey peered inside the fridge, chewing her lip and trying to decide which of the unappetising contents to have for dinner. She really needed to go grocery shopping, but kept forgetting that Storybrooke’s stores didn’t stay open late. One drawback of being in a small town. 

She closed the fridge door and opened the freezer section. God, not frozen pizza again! Jesus, Lacey, get your life together. The cat eats better than you.

As though he had heard her thoughts, Darcy appeared at her feet, mewing, and she sighed, pulling out a pizza box and dropping it on the counter.

“I have to learn to cook something more than omelettes,” she told him.

Darcy stood on his back legs, paws against the fridge, and Lacey grinned.

“Okay, let’s feed you first, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

She gave him a pouch of food, and although he sniffed at it cautiously, he settled down to eat. She wasn’t sure where his recent lack of appetite had come from, but he was in good condition, so if he wasn’t eating what she put down, he was clearly eating somewhere else. A knock at the door made her glance around, and she headed for the hallway, pausing as she recognised the silhouette of her neighbour, cane held a little out to the side. Lacey took a deep breath, fists opening and closing, and nodded to herself. Well, he’s here. You may as well apologise. Suck it up, girl.

She strode towards the door before she could think about it too much, wrenching it open and nodding at Mr Gold. He was carrying a cardboard box in one arm, his gaze steady.

“Hey,” she said abruptly, and Gold showed his teeth.

“Miss French," he said. "I apologise for disturbing your evening.” 

The words weren’t said in the stiff, terse way she was used to. Instead they seemed to flow, dark and soft, like black silk. Idly, she wondered if he wore underwear that matched his silk shirts.

“Yeah, you interrupted a heavy evening of heating up frozen pizza and drinking wine,” she said. “What can I do for you?”

He glanced down at the box, then back up. There was a gleam in his eyes she hadn’t seen before, and she wasn’t sure if it was amusement. The corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk.

“I appear to have something of yours,” he said. “I was expecting a delivery, and so I opened it without checking the address label. My apologies.”

Lacey shrugged.

“Sure. No problem. Happens to all of us, I guess…”

Her voice trailed off, a heavy weight sinking into the pit of her stomach as she recalled what she had been expecting to arrive that week. A shipment of sex toys for a freelance review piece she was doing. A blush rose in her cheeks, and Gold’s smile grew.

“I’ll leave these with you, then,” he said, handing her the box. “Do enjoy your evening, won’t you?”

He bowed his head, heading down the porch steps and swaggering back to the house. She was desperately trying to think of something clever to say, but her brain had gone blank.

"Well, I will now!" she shouted, and he glanced over his shoulder, grinning widely. The bastard.

Lacey slammed the front door, leaned back against the wall with the box in her hands, and waited for the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

She still hadn’t apologised.

[not-the-cleavers]

Target II - Chapter 5

I’m back with another chapter - still on alert for evacuation here but writing takes my mind off all the anxiety around this fire. 

Underneath the chapter I have a little snippet of pure friendship that came up while writing this chapter! 

Tags; @adrenaline-roulette​ and @amy-brooklyn99​ - if you would like to be tagged just let me know

Pairing; Four x Eight (female reader) Fandom; 6 Underground Warnings; Swearing, smoking, drinking, reader kissing a girl (read that how you’d like in terms of sexuality), mentions of sexual acts (including non-consensual but only briefly I promise), mention of arousal and hinting at masturbation.  Word count; 1.6k (total so far 7.9k)

Also I used an answer from this Ben Hardy interview in this chapter!

Summary; The team has moved onto their next target after dealing with Rovach Alimov, a war criminal named John Dough. Eight has just joined the team and is dying to show how much she deserves to be there

Catch up; Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

“You first, your number is lower than mine” I laughed. Four ran his hands through his hair again as a smile broke out across his face. “Alright I’ll start easy. What’s your favourite movie or movie series?” he asked. “Super easy! I love the Saw franchise” He laughed at my response “Hey I know that it’s not the best horror series but I love them” I said pushing his shoulder a bit. “If you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be?” “Led Zeppelin ‘Thank You’ because it’s a beautiful love song, and everyone loves a beautiful love song.” “That’s kind of adorable” I sighed, why did he have to be so damn cute? “It’s super adorable I’ll have you know!” he laughed After a few easy questions surrounding hobbies, he blurted out “Tell me about your first kiss” “Not a question, but I’ll roll with it” I said gently mocking him “I was 14 at it was at a school camp a bunch of kids all entered our cabin and we played spin the bottle…” “Oh so a pretty boring story” Four interrupted “Will you let me finish? Mary King spun, and it landed on me, I thought she would just spin again, as were the rules laid out by the boys in the room, but instead she pulled me up and we kissed.” The look on Four’s face said it all. His mouth was slightly open and he looked like he was far off in thought. I waited patiently, sipping at my drink until he snapped out of it, finally he shook his head slightly and downed the last of the beer in his bottle before cracking open another one. “Tell me about your first kiss” I said lighting another cigarette, not giving him time to say anything in regards to my story. “Um, well, I was 15, down at the pub back home with some mates, drinking and smoking, being stupid kids really. In walked Ashley Reid, she was easily the prettiest girl in school and I had the biggest crush on her. We started dancing and having a good time and then all of a sudden she kissed me.” He said with a shrug, seemingly past the whole I kissed a girl thing. “What was your first sexual encounter?” he asked hesitantly, maybe testing the waters to see how I’d respond. But seeing as I’m a woman with zero shame I had no issue answering him. “Do you mean sex or messing around, those are two very different things.” “I guess just messing around” he shrugged. “I was 16 and I was at a high school party, I had been chatting with Scott Davis for quite some time and one thing led to another and I ended up giving him a blow job in the bathroom of this persons’ house.” I said sipping my drink, leaving out the fact I was blind drunk and he had basically taken advantage of me, I was trying to keep things as light as I could. “So…you’re not gay?” he asked, again very hesitantly “No” I laughed, ‘you have a shot with me’ I thought to myself. “Same question right back at you” “No, I’m not gay” he replied, laughing when he saw my pissed off expression. “You know what I meant” I half yelled, his laugher only making me angrier “You need to be specific love, and now you’ve lost a question” he patted my leg “Did ‘Jack and Jill’ ruin Adam Sandler’s career?” he asked, trying to calm me down by asking a pointless question. “Did he ever really have a good career?” I replied with a grimace, I couldn’t stand the guy. “Wait that’s not my next question!” I shouted, not about to lose another question to a technicality. “Good point, I guess you’re right there” he laughed. “Now you can ask the question you really wanted me to answer.” “Alright, have you ever done anything sexual in public?” I asked, slightly changing the question to catch him off guard. “Honestly, Ashley Reid when I was 15…” “C’mon don’t fuck with me, you can’t be serious” I slapped his bicep but his face told me he was in fact, being serious. “Yeah, after she kissed me we danced some more. When we got tired we sat down in a booth and she gave me a handy under the table. I had to run to the bathroom shortly afterwards and ditch my boxers. Went the rest of the night commando” he said jerking his head to the side slightly before taking another sip of his beer. Honestly was not expecting that response.

We kept going back and forth asking each other questions, going well and truly over the twenty question limit, but we were having fun. Our questions kept getting sexual and then easing back into being light hearted and funny and then back again, but as we got drunker the sexual questions became more heated. I could see Four was holding back so I piped up “I can see you have a question, I have no shame so go ahead and ask me” “Alright, do you have any kinks?” he asked, his eyes darkening slightly just waiting for my response. “Domination, tie me up and choke me…” I started rattling off a few things bound to get me hot and bothered while looking at my hands. I felt Four shift slightly to reposition himself on the bed next to me as I talked ‘am I turning him on?’ “Oh and I’m into pegging” I joked, which caused him to tense up. “Oh…” did he think that last comment was serious? I wonder how far I could take this, so I kept a straight face and asked him “what about you, what gets you going?” “Uhhh…” he scratched the back of his neck, seemingly considering whether or not to answer “You don’t have to say if you don’t want to” I told him, rubbing his arm. I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. “No it’s not that. I just haven’t really developed any kinks. I’m a pretty vanilla guy” he said shyly, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Well there’s still time to work on that” I told him, trying to put his mind at ease. “How? I’m dead remember?” “There’s some people out there into that” I joked, causing us to collapse in a fit of laughter. My side felt like it was on fire but I didn’t care, I felt a complete sense of relaxation with Four that I had never felt with anyone else in my life. I found myself leaning against his chest, my body seemingly melting into his chiselled one. I had never noticed just how muscular he was, he was always wearing his hoodies, hiding his figure.

He eventually stopped laughing, and I felt his hand find its way under my chin, lifting it up so I was looking straight into his jade eyes. My eyes darted towards his lips right before those exact lips gently collided with mine. My hands flew up and my fingers knotted themselves into his blond locks. A slight moan escaped his lips. Without him breaking the kiss, he started to slide his leg underneath me and leant backwards so he ended up on his back. I rolled on top of him so that my chest was flush with his. His hands played at the hem of my hoodie, and I became acutely aware that I still had no shirt on underneath, but even with this sudden realisation, I didn’t stop him from snaking his hands underneath. The rough calloused skin on his hands felt unusually comforting against my hips. He only broke the kiss long enough for us to catch our breath and allowing me to steady myself above him, before crashing his lips back into mine. His urgency grew at the same rate as mine, and then I felt it, right against my thigh through both of our sweatpants, he was hard. His hands started to slowly travel up my back and I was loving every moment, that was until his hands made their way to my sides, causing one to land right on my healing bullet wound, causing me to jolt in pain breaking the kiss. “Fuck!” my eyes stung and the room felt like it was moving, I sat upright and moved myself off his lap. Four took a moment of realisation, before scurrying to check I was ok. “Shit Eight I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me” he said hurriedly, hiding his head in his hands, his face turning bright red in embarrassment. “Y/N” was my only response. “Sorry?” he lifted his head to search my face for some kind of clue. “That’s my name, I think we’re well beyond calling each other our numbers” I laughed weakly “Billy” he introduced himself “and I’m sorry, I crossed a line” he said sheepishly “Don’t be sorry, it’s just this fucking bullet wound. I was having the time of my life” I winked at him, causing his eyes to darken. “Look I, um, I think I should call it a night” Billy stammered. What the hell was he talking about? One quick look out the window confirmed that it was indeed late. “Holy shit, alright” I planted a quick kiss on his cheek “sleep well. Come see me again soon” I muttered. Within moments he was out the door, probably needing to go ‘take care’ of things.

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And that’s chapter 5! I promise there will be more about John Dough in the next chapter, and again I don’t know when it’ll be out but I’ll release it as soon as I can! I hope you enjoyed this little chapter all about Four and Eight getting to know one another, maybe a little more than they were expecting! I’d love to hear from you guys!!

Also huge props to @adrenaline-roulette​ for all her help and for this glorious moment when I realised I’m shit at 20 questions!

Also yes I forgot the term “straight people” and went with non bi, you are allowed to judge me for that - also before anyone asks, the best way to describe my sexuality is Bi or maybe Pan (I don’t fucking know honestly, everyone is attractive to me!)...Anywho...This post has gone on for long enough, enjoy and I’ll catch ya in the next chapter!

[talpup]

Chaos: Epilogue

Summary: The day Aizawa Shouta betrayed his Love was the day the Daimon lost everything that mattered in his life. Now, with her awake from her slumber and memory wiped, he has another chance at having her and being happy. There’s only the small problem of heaven wanting his Love dead, and hell wanting control of her. And her promise to protect and help another. Oh! And her remembering what he did.

But Shouta has waited so long to have her back. Has planned and taken measures to see his Love protected. He won’t loose her this time. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, and stop her from remembering his betrayal. Cost and consequences be damned.

Though it really is a shame that the cost just might bring about Chaos.

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of violence, sex, questionable con, and non-con (though we’re thankfully done with that), and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20155333/chapters/57172294

Epilogue

Shouta's body moved at a languid, almost lazy pace.  Even he was tiring from the night of near endless sex.  But that wasn’t why his chest pressed against hers, arms around his Love rather than propping himself up.  It had been nearly two months since the tear to Oblvi had been closed.  Two months of living and being with Reyanna without worry or fear of threat.  And yet, despite every hour since then being spent in her presence.  Not going more than a minute without touching her in some fashion.  He still couldn’t get enough.  He would never get enough.

“I love you.”  Shouta breathed in between a broken kiss.

“I love you.”  Reyanna echoed and mewled.

Shouta watched her as he rolled his hips against her.  She was so beautiful and perfect.  And she was all his.

Her nails dug into the meat of his shoulders, moaning as he picked up the pace by a beat.  She was so sensitive from a night of making love and fucking that just the mere press of his pelvis against her clit could send her off.

“That’s it, Kitten.  Sing for me.  Let me hear you, Love.”

“Shouta!” She breathed, suddenly panting as she body heated, coil tightening.

“Once more, Anna.  Cum for me one more time, Kitten.”  Shouta grunted pressing his forehead against hers.

This was how life should be.  Not tired and drained from fighting and running, but exhausted from a full night of sex with his Beloved.

“Shou—ah!” The coil snapped leaving her a thousand times more drained than before.

“Ann--” Her name fell off in a groan, her quivering walls taking him with her.

He rolled them over, holding her close.  The sun was just beginning to rise.

“You alright?”

Reyanna nodded against his chest.

Shouta smirked thumb petting her sweat damp skin as his eyes drifted close. “Need a nap?”

“Yeah. But first...  I wanted to ask you something.”

She felt his eyes on her and her fingers paused their tracing against his chest.

When she didn’t go on, he prompted.  “What is it, my Sweet?”

Taking in a fortifying breath, Reyanna lift her head and turned to him. “Will you Bond with me?”

Shouta pulled his head back to get a better look at her.  His heart both soared and sunk at the idea.  After using the others affinity that day, they had realized the connection of their Bond was still there.  Seeking out a Thoth, a species of Third known for their wisdom and devotion to learning, they had learned the true purpose of a Vim ring; something that most Third’s didn’t even know.

It was true that he missed the comforting warmth and securing weight of the ring, but he now had Reyanna’s ever present warmth. She was finally, truly safe.  There was no reason for them to ever be apart again.  Yet she wanted to do the Vim ceremony again?  Why?

If Vim rings were simply to make up for the loss of power bonded lovers experienced when they were apart, then why would she want it?  Why would they need it?

Reyanna propped herself up, face hovering above his.

As if having read his thought she assured. “I don’t plan on ever being away from you again.”

“They why?”

She pressed her lips together and looked away.

“Anna. Talk to me.”

“It’s…” She sighed and said in a rush. “It’s simply that, I miss it.  Carrying a part of you.  Feeling as if you’re constantly with me.  Touching me, even when you’re not.”  Her hand smoothed his hair.  “We might never be more than a room away from each other again, but even that can be too much.  I want you with me.  Always. And…”  She shrugged a shoulder, smiling.  “When we actually do go out--” Shouta frowned at the mere idea making her kiss him and chuckle.

He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over.  “What?  What do you what when we’re forced to go out?”

Reyanna stared up into his dark, coal black eyes heart fluttering.  “I want everyone to see that ring and know that you’re mine.”

“Mine.” Shouta kissed her and held her close.

“So it that a yes?”

“Yes.” He kissed her sweet face and nuzzled her neck.

Laying here, spent from a full night of sex.  The soft warmth of his Love beneath him.  The sound of birds chirping through the open window.  First mornings light filtering through.  Shouta smiled, eyes drifting closed. He was more than content.  He had never been happier.

“Shou. You’re heavy.”  Reyanna groaned.

Shouta snuggled deeper into the crook of her neck.  “Deal.”

“I can’t breath.”

Shouta’s lips quirked in a smirk remembering a very similar instance when he had asked her to Bond with him.  “If you couldn’t breathe you wouldn’t be disturbing my nap.”

Reyanna wrapped an arm around him, other hand combing through his hair as her own eyes drifted closed. “Get some rest, my Love.  You’re gonna need it when wake.”

Shouta hummed, feeling his cock stir at the thought.  His mouth pooled with saliva just thinking about the taste of her.

“Brunch in bed.” He mumbled, voice low and drowsy.

The windows were open, doors unlocked, and not a single warding spell around the place. Lucky for them they were safe and alone and could sleep without a care until they woke up in a few hours to start up again.

Post Script from Dabi—

That’s pretty much it folks.  The crazy, mean, murdering Daimon gets to live the good, quiet life with his just as crazy, murdery girl. You would think that a guy would run for the hills after what Anna did, all be it unknowingly.  But not Aizawa. The man was enthralled.  Full on Sally Field, you love me!  You really do love me! Yes, I know that’s a misquote and Zawa hardly broke down like that.  But give a Demon some creative license here.

Reyanna left Todoroki and Hitoshi in charge as sort of co-regents.  A misuse of power and stupid thing to do if you ask me, but as usual no one did.  The Third’s were exactly happy about a Nephilim child and made Third ruling over them; but when the person putting those kids in charge was the woman that had killed the oldest and most powerful of Third’s, no one was gonna put up a fight.

At least Reyanna didn’t just crown the child Kings and leave them adrift.  She left them with two advisors, Hizashi and Enji.  I could've made a good advisor. Hell.  I would've made a good king.  But again, no one thinks of me unless it involves danger and a high chance of death.

Speaking of Hizashi.  The Angel went over to visit Aizawa and Reyanna not too long ago. You know, just to make sure the happy couple were still alive.  I mean we hadn’t seen or heard from them for over a month.  Zawa nearly killed his friend.  Yep.  You heard me.  The Daimon's gotten everything he had ever wanted and he’s still as rude and murdery as ever.

Halo relayed the story saying that Aizawa asked him if anyone was dying. When Hizashi answered no, Zawa asked him if he wanted there to be; because Zawa had clearly stated not to disturb their little love nest unless it was life or death.

Good riddance to them I say.  I’d be happy if Aizawa and Anna never came out of their little sex cabin.  My Tie is still in place after all.  Fucking Zawa ordered me to keep silent and sit on the floor throughout the entire celebration after their Bonding ceremony.

You make one comment about how hot Anna looks and the damned Daimon pulls that crap.  I guess I’m lucky Anna was there or else he might’ve tried and kill me.

Speaking of killing.  We never found out what happened to Hawks.  Feathers just seemed to disappear without a trace.  Hizashi said that maybe he was sucked back through the tear before it closed; but I’m pretty sure he thinks the same as me, if he doesn’t know for sure.  Hawks was taken down that cliff face by one of the beast, Aizawa knocked in after; but only Aizawa came up and out of there.

Now I’m not saying Aizawa killed Hawks.  I’m certainly not saying it anywhere within a hundred-thousand miles of Aizawa or Reyanna’s hearing.  But there are two things that I know for sure.  One, Aizawa had said more than once that he would end Hawks.  And two, Aizawa is a man of his word.

The Archangel had a thing for Zawa’s girl.  Hawks tried to kiss Anna and take her from him.  Even I’ve killed for far less then that. Feathers had it coming if you ask me.  I never liked the Archangel.

If you’re wondering about Shigaraki.  He’s pretty much kept to himself.  I know none of the others have seen him since Aizawa and Reyanna’s bonding celebration.  But I’ve seen him lurking around.

The Creepy’s added to his hand collection.  Obviously all of them Third’s; but I haven’t gotten a good enough look to tell what kind, not that I’ve really tried.

All I know is that Shigaraki is a problem waiting to happen.  Though heaven and hell help that creepy ass if it gets to the point where it requires Aizawa and Reyanna to come up for air.  Seriously.  I love sex as much as the next hell spawn.  But really, how much sex can two people have?

As for me.  Well I’ve been invited, forced more like, to have weekly dinners with Todoroki, his feisty Were Witch boyfriend, and Todoroki’s glaring, ‘flame on’ Dad.  I’m okay dining with the co-rulers.  Not that I enjoy it, or will ever grow to.  But I could do without Enji’s presence.

It’s not that the Archangel scares me...okay, maybe he scares me a little.  But the Dude always sounds angry and never smiles.  I almost wish Aizawa had killed him.  Not that Aizawa kill anyone in our little group of misadventures, certainly not Hawks.

In any case.  Life is good, for now.  Those that lived got a relatively happy ending.  Zawa and Anna especially.  I might not like the ‘family meals’ I’m forced to enjoy but at least the food is good.  And it’s free.  Although, Nephew or not, if that Child King calls me Uncle ever again…

Thank you all SO much for sticking with me on this ride.  I hope you all enjoyed it.

As always, I want to give an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230. I would’ve given up posting this fic a long time ago if it weren’t for their encouragement and friendship. Your thoughts and our chats mean more than I could say my friend.

If you want more Shouta, there’s Erase the Shadow, which is my personal guilty pleasure that has Shouta and Hizashi sharing and fighting for Reader/Teris.  I’m also working on Crossroads, a Kai centered 1920’s fic.

Two upcoming works I have planned are:

*Lost Song – a reworking of my somewhat orphaned fic, which will be changed up a bit and focus on Sphinx!Aizawa, Dragon!Kai, and Griffon!Reader/Teris.

*Wonderland – a mostly porn without plot Alice in Wonderland series featuring smutty scenes with BNHA guys.

These two won’t start until either Erase the Shadow or Crossroads is finish; because I’ve learned I can’t work on more than two fics without quickly feeling overwhelmed.  I don’t see Crossroads lasting more than 10-chapters though, so Wonderland will be coming soon enough.  If you’re interested or have any questions about any of my fics please feel free to comment or dm me.

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! This was a long and, I hope, fun ride.  Here’s a peak at what the line-up for Wonderland currently looks like:

Chapter 1: White Rabbit – Yagi

Chapter 2: Tweedledum & Tweedledee Dee – Yamada and Oboro (threesome)

Chapter 3: Caterpillar – Dabi

Chapter 4: Cheshire Cat – Aizawa

Chapter 5: Mad Hatter – Kai, with Hari (threesome)

Chapter 6: King of Hearts – Enji

Chapter 7: Cheshire Cat – Aizawa

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yay new blog! Okay how about some hcs of Law, Killer, Smoker, and X Drake getting flustered/blushy/hot and bothered (that sort of thing) from a female crush (who is unaware of their feelings)? some NSFW is fine too

Sorry for the delay! I hope this good share of sin was worth the waiting, huhuhu~!

Warnings: slight smut, these boys will need to relieve stress somehow after what their cute crushes got in store for them, hmm?

Trafalgar Law

When it comes to Law, no amount of exposed skin can beat a clever mouth. This goes from nerdy ramblings on several science fields (the guy is very knowledgable) to witty, ingenious comebacks; Law loves to hear all of it. Why am I saying this? Easy. Tease him. He can’t help feeling a great amount of satisfaction when someone returns his teasing. Bring on the sassy s/o for this man!

More than a blush, his crush is going to bring a very passionate streak of remarks out of this man. His smirk grows a little larger with every step on their weird conversation, and his eyes start to get this mischievous, crazy glint in them that makes him look quite intimidating, more so than usual. And the smirk that she’s returning turns him on, not that he’ll ever make it obvious.

It’s honestly all in the voice. The words might not even be referring to anything remotely sexual, but the way her voice drops into a sultry, suggestive tone when she teases him really does it for him. He likes a hoarse voice full of promises, and thank god he’s so proud of his self-restraint, otherwise she wouldn’t be just his “crush” anymore.

Funnily enough, the sexual tension in the air is easily noticeable, but not only for Law or his crush, but for the rest of the crew. The one way to stop Law before he pins her against the wall is hearing one of his closest subordinates yell something along the lines of “go get a room”. Now, this does get a flustered reaction out of him, and he’s immediately thrown off, mood shattered.

Law embarrassment can be summed up in one action: the rim of his hat being pulled over his face beyond its flexibility limit. This man is just so embarrassed when someone actually suggests some spice. The thoughts of doing just that become so much clearer, and he can only storm off, seeking to blow off some steam.

This man likes perseverance in his crush, so when she comes back to purposedly heat him up after an interrupted session, he can’t help but take it as the ultimate sign from above. She knocked on his door, possibly knowing fully well what he was beating, only to resume a wit battle? Well, he’s going to make sure she finishes what she had coming (and pray for her if he didn’t get to come, because their first time is going to be rough).

Killer

Really level-headed about everything, so he doesn’t usually let a beautiful woman knock him off his feet (since that’s usually Kid’s job… just saying). If he’s got to be seduced by anyone, it has to be someone who earns it through finding a spot into his heart, no matter how hard it is. When he starts to fall for this girl, boy, he knows he’s screwed.

She can make him blush very easily, not that anyone ever notices. Killer kind of can play it cool like a boss because no one can see how red his face got… except he also starts to vibrate. When he feels like a volcano on the verge of erupting (both from the heat and the erratic trembles) he knows that it’s time to peace out.

Lips are his utmost weakness. I dare say Killer’s kissing experience ranges from little to zero, he can’t help but crave a couple of soft lips against his own sometimes! He mentally scolds himself when he finds his eyes trailing towards her pair, but he just loves everything about them, from smiles to pouts, from lip licking to biting. God save him after he sees any of these, he needs a cold shower.

One day he notices that her lips are a bit cracked from the heat and offers to apply some of his lipstick on them. I’d say it worsened after he started using that helmet, but he’s always had a bad case of dry lips, so his lipstick serves as lip balm as well. He knew he had lost when his figers touched her plump lips, he’s so ready to either explode or make her explode.

The touch seemed to affect them both equally because somehow she ends up in his private quarters, bouncing on his lap while her lips reach for everything she can press them to, but only when he’s not holding her face in one hand and using his other one to press his thumb against her lips, smearing the lipstick and making an absolute mess of red and saliva (perhaps something else later in time, if he’s lucky…).

He’s going to start disappearing often with his now s/o since she started using the same lipstick as him. The sight of those glistening, deep red lips are the go-to way to catch his attention, it never fails. He decides to tune this kink down a little after the first few times he forgot to clean his helmet from the red marks and gave Kid one hell of a good time teasing him.

Smoker

Smoker enjoys being praised, but he’s going to react in a very harsh way about it. He doesn’t mean bad, he’s just really really terrible at taking compliments graciously. Subtle words of acknowledgement, he will be very receptive of, though. And also concern. This man is so taken aback if his crush tells him that she’s worried about him, he might even blush a little! (Smokes his way out of it though).

He’s also reluctant to admit this, but whenever his crush does something cute his heart melts a little and he finds out that he loves her a little more. He knows he’s a big guy, and the contrast between big and intimidating and sweet and cute really appeals to him. In the bedroom, however, he’d rather she wasn’t all cute and cringeworthy, please. There’s a time for everything.

It’s very hard to get Smoker horny, it takes a lot of work, trust… and a pretty, round butt. He denies it with all he got because he’s a professional, but he has actually lost count of all the times he has stared at his crush’s booty. It’s only hers that mesmerizes him, which bothers him a lot because it wasn’t his intention to grow a crush on anyone in the first place.

He’s had his fair share of fantasies featuring her ass and, honestly, just her, wholly. He’s a big cloud of stress, this man, and masturbates a lot, whenever free time allows, that’s it. This is mainly why there’s nothing she can do to drive him up a wall. Until she does. Not often, but she manages.

He likes some bold action! His crush is going to have to figure out that he’s interested in having a piece of her, because the best way to turn him on is to press him against a table and suggest some good time happening. Either that, or she has to be incredibly flirty, not mind the fact that he’s an intimidating brick wall of a man and, well, you got a delicious coincidence because, as it turns out, her flirting works wonders on him.

Like that night she came out of the room she shared with Tashigi in nothing more than a very tight pair of sleeping shorts that ended a little too high on her ass cheeks, and an impossibly thin tank top; he had her pretty little mouth moaning hotly against the nearest wall of the emptiest corridor they could find while Tashigi wondered how it could take anyone so long to get a glass of milk.

Diez Drake

The reason why he’s barely ever seen around his crush, unless the situation urgently calls for it, is because there’s no way he’s saving himself from making an embarrassingly blushy fool out of himself. He’s so obvious when he’s crushing on someone that it’s impossible to be completely unaware of his feelings. Needless to say, making him go flustered is awfully easy.

He hates summer islands because, most of the times they dock at one, they mean one, dreaded thing: beach time. Meaning, lots of skin revealed. Drake might have a hard time dealing with women’s bodies, but he honestly forgets all about any other girls when he sees his crush in such little clothing. He’s lucky if he doesn’t pass out right away.

Most times he’s going to spend the whole time inside of his cabin trying to shake the image from his brain (actually, shake something to the image) or just somewhere under a palm tree, seeking some shade to regulate his body temperature (perks of being a dino) and trying to fake an asleep façade because he’s not ready to interact with his crush. Also, he’s going to suffer in his tight leather pants because there’s no way he’s going to let anyone notice that he got a boner, and swimming trunks do just that.

Drake quickly finds out that he can’t take his eyes off her completely, not when she’s applying the sunscreen and she’s making such a show out of not being able to reach her back. He just wants to dig a hole in the sand and bury himself in it when she returns the stare and starts to crawl in his direction, and his soul just leaves his body, thankfully along with all the dirty thoughts, when she asks for his help.

He can’t look at her body when he’s spreading the cream across her back, not when he can only focus on the pain that comes with every throb of his erection. God help him, her skin is just so warm and smooth, and he only realizes that he’s touching the most sensitive spots on her back when she moans quietly, a couple of times.

His fantasy would want it that he took her back to the ship to keep listening to those sweet sounds the more he touched her, but that’s going to be pretty much impossible, considering that he’s dead on the sand in 0.2 seconds. Next chance to act on his desire might finally come, but his crush will have to remember to be extra gentle with him! He also got a nasty sunburn, he was too heavy to move along with the shade…

[pug-bitch]

That’s not why I’m going (26)

Yass Kween, right?

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and a steamy scene. This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18.

Word count: around 4,900 (let me know if the ‘keep reading’ cutoff isn’t working well!)

Notes: This picks up pretty much where we left off, during first night in the cabin (yes I am taking my sweet time writing the happier parts, after everything our little guys have been through!), starting with Drake’s POV.

*****

Drake sighs wistfully. He can’t sleep, but not because he’s stressed out. On the contrary, he’s too blissful to sleep, and he didn’t even know that was an option. He looks at Amara, who is peacefully asleep next to him. They made love three times, once outside, and twice upstairs, in his bed. Suddenly, it dawns on Drake that he’d never had sex in this bed. Always at the palace. In fact, he’d never brought a woman back here. Too intimate. Now he’s grateful; it only makes this night more special. He pushes a strand of hair away from Amara’s face so he can see her better. He feels like a creep for a second, watching he sleep, but he just loves her face so much. And seeing her like this, relaxed and asleep, makes him feel at peace. No comparison with the nightmares she used to have. Or maybe still has, PTSD doesn’t go away like that. But at least it has calmed down.

Drake hopes her stress doesn’t come back running when they get back to court. He loves Portavira, even Penelope’s parents’ estate is quiet and beautiful, no frills. But he just wishes they could both stay here. Maybe they could, someday? It feels like such a pipe dream.

First, they have to get through the last week of the competition. Drake shudders, remembering the last competition, when Leo had to propose to Madeleine and then skipped town, wreaking havoc on everything. Would it be as bad this time? Probably. Ever since Drake was with Amara and had snapped at Liam several times, he had no idea what was going through his mind. No more late night chats, no more confidence. Did he miss it? Sure, but nothing he can do about it now. Liam had been a dick to Amara a few weeks ago, and even if he was a lot better, it still doesn’t excuse everything he’s said and done. Drake simply doesn’t know if he can just go back to normal. They would hopefully stay friends, if Drake and Amara played their cards right and announced their relationship in a timely manner. But best friends again? Probably not.

Drake feels a pang in his chest just thinking back on all the moments Liam had been there for him and vice versa.

No more, he thinks. This is not the time to turn this happy night into a stressful one. He’d deal with everything another day. Maybe it would be a catastrophe --probably would be-- but right now, all he wants to do is keep snuggling with Amara.

His phone buzzes on the nightstand. Shit, he thinks. Hopefully Amara doesn’t wake up. He grabs it and sees a text.

Amara is lovely, Drake. Well done. It was good talking to you today, you look happy. I love you.

His mom never said anything this nice, not anymore, not since Dad had passed and Sav had left, and Drake had closed himself up. He could tell how much his mom had taken to Amara. Of course she would, Amara is the Sun. Easy to talk to, smart, funny. Hauntingly beautiful. God, he loves her.

Insightful, too. She’d hit the nail on the head a couple months ago, when they had talked about Drake’s mom having remarried and how it had made him feel. He starts typing.

Love you too, Mom. Happy you like her. I like her too...a lot. Give my best to Barry.

His mom instantly replies, visibly excited given the speed at which she typed the second message.

Barry says hi too!!!!!!!!! We both want to see you soon!!!

So many exclamation points. Maybe because to this day, Drake had never acknowledged his stepdad via text, except for the odd text for birthdays.

He puts the phone down and starts closing his eyes, hoping to join Amara in slumber soon.

*****

‘You can’t sleep either?’ Maxwell whispers, approaching his brother in the family room.

‘Oh, Maxwell, you scared me,’ he says, startled.

‘Sorry,’ Max mutters, stifling a smile. His brother is wearing a burgundy satin robe, and matching slippers. He’s sitting on the couch, his back perfectly straight, his legs crossed in his tweed pyjama pants. As he sees Maxwell come in, Bertrand tightens the tie of his robe, and Maxwell realizes that there are gold tassels on each end of the rope. He chuckles on the inside, remembering the one time Amara had asked him if Bertrand sleeps in a Victorian nightgown. This is almost worse. All he’s missing is a pipe. And maybe 30 years added to his age.

‘Do you want to sit down with me?’ Bertrand asks. As Max sits, he wishes he could take a picture of the robe and slippers to send it to Amara.

‘Are you ok?’ Max asks, forcing himself to be serious again.

‘I’m fine,’ Bertrand smiles weakly. ‘Just...thinking, you know.’

Max nods. ‘I know. Me too. I’ve been thinking about Mom and Dad a lot, and… this explains many things.’

‘It does. I’m sorry for keeping this from you for so long, Maxxie.’

Tears threaten to fall from Maxwell’s eyes. Years since Bertrand had called him Maxxie. ‘It’s ok, I get it. You were doing this to honor Dad’s memory.’ What’s Max’s excuse for keeping the Bartie secret from Bertrand? He knows he promised Dramara to hold on until they find her and get her side of the story, but he longs to be close to his brother again. The secrets are driving an invisible wedge between them.

‘Still,’ Bertrand whispers. ‘I’m sorry, Maxxie. Can you forgive me?’

‘Of course. We’re brothers. The Beaumont Boys. Nothing can keep us apart!’

Bertrand chuckles. ‘We are not boys, Maxwell.’

Max eyes him from head to toe. ‘No doubt about that, given what you’re wearing.’

Bertrand dismisses him with a hand gesture. ‘Oh stop. How is Hana holding up? She seemed well at dinner.’

‘She’s fine. Brave. Relieved. Strong. All of those adjectives. I can’t wait til tomorrow when we get to go hang out at the Walkers’ cabin. You sure you don’t want to come?’

Bertrand shakes his head. ‘I can’t. I’m meeting with Liam, remember?’

Shit, Max thinks. He really isn’t being a considerate brother right now. ‘Do you want me to come with you?’

‘No, there’s no need, really. I would like to see you for maybe an hour tomorrow morning before you head to Portavira though, to convene of a plan that I can relay to Liam. You know, weigh some options.’

‘Of course! We’ll get coffee and discuss it.’

‘Great. Also… I think maybe we should both let Albert go, when all of this is said and done. Together, you know. To strengthen the Beaumont name and show that we are both proud of our father’s legacy.’

‘Yass Kween,’ Max says excitedly. He loves that Bertrand thinks of everything, from every angle.

Bertrand looks at him, confused. ‘Qu...queen? You mean Queen Regina?’

Max bursts out laughing. ‘No, Bertrand, it’s an expression! I’m just saying ‘Yass Kween’ to you, as in I love your idea.’

Bertrand squints. ‘So...I’m the queen in this scenario?’ He shakes his head. ‘I don’t get it, Maxxie.’

Max shrugs, grabs the remote, and fires up Netflix. ‘Oh well, since we’re both up, let’s just watch some Queer Eye, maybe then you’ll get it.’

*****

Liv wakes up in a sweat. She didn’t even realize that she had fallen asleep. She was awakened by a nightmare, the same recurring one for over twenty years: she’s a little girl, watching her parents disappear like holograms, unable to hold on to their hands.

She shakes her head and assesses her surroundings. Too much vodka last night.

She jumps at the sight of Rashad, sound asleep on her ottoman. So, they’d both passed out. Great.

She looks at the clock, it’s past 2am now. She gets up to pour herself a glass of water from the bathroom sink and shakes Rashad awake.

‘Wake up, Domvallier. We fell asleep.’

He jumps up, startled. ‘Huh?’

‘You’re on my ottoman. You should go.’

Rashad wipes his eyes, and slowly comes to. ‘Oh God, Liv, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your space.’ He gets up hastily, and her heart sinks a bit. So, he did find her terrifying after all.

‘Hey, don’t worry, we just got too drunk and watched too many episodes.’

He starts washing his dirty glass and putting away the blanket he was using. Liv can’t believe he’s tidying up.

‘Leave it, I’ll do it. Thanks, though.’

He smiles and nods. ‘Thanks for the company, Nevrakis. It was a thousand times better than dinner would have been. Good night.’

Before she has time to respond, he’s out the door. She locks it behind him, gets out of her dress, and into bed. A strange feeling invades her. What is that? It feels warm, oddly normal and comforting. Like a blanket.

What the hell is she thinking? A fucking blanket? What happened, did this whole photo leak turn her into a pathetic mass of feelings? Stupid.

Regardless, she had a good night.

*****

Amara awakens to the sound of birds chirping at the window. She turns around, and sees Drake still spooning her, half asleep.

‘Morning, Suarez,’ he mutters, still sleepy.

‘Morning, Walker!’

She plants a kiss on his mouth, and he lingers a bit, kissing her deeper. God, she loves his kisses. He pulls her closer, their lips firmly tangled together, until she straddles him. She feels his cock between her legs, and she instantly feels herself get wetter and wetter. He smiles at her through their kiss, and lets out a soft moan as she rubs herself onto his hard cock. She wants to take her time, though. Thoroughly enjoy the morning with him. Feel his naked body against hers, truly feel him close.

They make love lazily, tenderly, for a long time. When they part, Amara nuzzles in Drake’s arms, comfortable and happy. ‘Can we stay here forever, please?’

Drake chuckles, kissing her head. ‘I wish, babe. Did you sleep well?’

‘Like a fucking baby. I even had nice dreams!’

He smiles at her, and she feels like her heart might explode. ‘You did? What did you dream of?’

‘Just some nice sceneries, some beaches, a quiet lakefront, and...you.’

He smiles again, a bright smile that shines on her like a Sun. ‘I’m glad you’re comfortable here.’

‘Oh, I am. So comfortable. Thanks for having me, Drake.’

He tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. ‘You don’t need to thank me. I can honestly say that I’ve never been happier.’

As if on purpose, Drake’s phone aggressively vibrates, and makes Amara jump with surprise.

Drake frowns and glances at it, with no visible plan to pick up. ‘It’s Liam,’ he says, his voice void of any enthusiasm.

‘Oh…’ Amara says, unable to say anything else.

‘I’m not picking up.’

She nods, silent. She almost says that he should, just so Liam doesn’t get suspicious. But right now, she doesn’t really care. ‘I’m excited to see the guys, but I’m gonna miss our alone time…’

Drake kisses her lips. ‘I am too… It’s been really nice to be away from the world. But I guess I--nevermind.’

She sits up, curious. ‘No no, tell me!’

Drake puts his head in his hands. ‘Ugh, I’m so lame. I was gonna say that I’m kind of excited about um…’ He pauses, and continues in a whisper. ‘Entertaining.’

Amara’s face lights up. She loves seeing him like this. He told her, weeks ago, that his dream was to open a small restaurant, and she can see why. He beams when he’s making his own food. And it doesn’t hurt that his cooking is absolutely delicious. She strokes his hair. ‘It’s not lame at all, it’s actually really sweet. And Drake?’

‘Hm?’

‘I love you.’

He pulls her closer, until her head rests against his chest again. ‘I love you too, Suarez. So fucking much.’

*****

Liam didn’t sleep at all. Well, maybe a little bit. Not much. He thought about what Madeleine had told him, and about his lack of agency in all that. About his father, who would probably not be around for much longer. About Amara, who didn’t reciprocate his feelings. About Olivia, who probably fucked her bodyguard to spite him. And about Drake, his best friend in the world, whom he really needed right now.

He waited until a decent time to call. A few weeks earlier, he wouldn’t have hesitated to call him at 4am if he needed to talk. But not now. Why, though? What happened to them that they didn’t even talk to each other anymore? Drake had been supportive enough, but probably just the bare minimum for someone who was like family. Liam missed him.

So, he called him as soon as it was appropriate. He figured, since he was at Ramsford, he was probably up early, what with Maxwell being a walking alarm clock.

But Drake hadn’t answered.

He tried again, several times, but no luck. He hesitated a bit, and after a quick look in his bathroom mirror, he realizes he cannot just stay with his own thoughts all day. He needs to be with his friends, even if only for a few hours. He needs to be at the Palace in the early afternoon for some meetings, including one with Bertrand, and at night he has a one-on-one with Kiara. But he has a couple of hours to kill.

He dials his phone.

‘Your Highness.’

Bastien always picks up right away. ‘Bastien, hello. Could you please take out the car? I need to go to Ramsford.’

*****

‘Do you think we need to bring her any nail polish?’

Maxwell was in charge of packing Amara’s suitcase, but Hana had insisted on helping him out. She responds right away, ‘Yes, I think so. What if hers is chipped? We did our nails together a couple of days ago already, so she may need some. Pack her light gray one, and also a bolder color. Oh, and her remover.’

Hana was carefully packing Amara’s dresses into a small suitcase. Enough formal wear for Penelope’s estate tomorrow and the day after, and some casual dresses, jeans, and a sweater for downtime. Heels, and her Steve Madden slip-ons. Hana was used to packing all the right things. She was used to doing all the right things.

She closes the suitcase, after Max hands her the toiletry bag that he has just made up. She sits on the bed, taking a breath to think about the amazing friendships she’s made here. She definitely does not want to go home, not anytime soon. Maybe she’s ready to come out to her parents, but she does not want to be under their control anymore. She wishes she could stay here, with the Beaumonts, or with Amara. But after the competition, there is something else she needs to do. If she doesn’t, she’ll have regrets for the rest of her life. She’ll gather all the strength she has, and go to London to see if she still has a chance, or if she truly messed up years ago.

She is drawn from her daydream by Max, who is gently tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. ‘What’s on your mind, baby girl?’

She smiles and shrugs. ‘Nothing much… I’m excited about tonight.’

Max beams. ‘Me too! You’ll see, the Walker cabin is beautiful, and so quiet, you will love it so much.’

She nods, ‘I can’t wait. I also really want to see Drake and Amara again. It’s weird without them.’

‘You mean Dramara?’

Hana laughs heartily, ‘If you say so!’

They both go back downstairs, where Bertrand awaits them for brunch. As they are all seated on the patio, digging into their frittatas, they see Liam’s towncar pull up. Hana’s heart jumps in her chest, and she looks over to Max, who looks agitated. Liam thinks Drake and Amara are here, what is he going to think when he sees that they are both gone?

Liam gets out of the car, and Hana cannot help but think that he looks terrible. Has he been sleeping? He certainly hasn’t been shaving today, or washing his hair.

‘Good morning, friends!’ he says as he approaches them. ‘Sorry for barging in, I was hoping I could see Drake.’

Maxwell regains his composure and responds, ‘Good morning Liam, please join us for brunch! Unfortunately Drake isn’t here, he had to go to his cabin to deal with something.’

Liam nods, but Hana can’t tell if he believed Max. ‘Oh ok, that would probably explain why he’s not answering his phone. I’d love to join for brunch, thank you Maxwell.’

He comes onto the patio and takes a seat at the table. Max gets up to fetch him a plate. The Beaumonts had dismissed their staff for a few days after they realized that one of their employees must have taken Liv’s phone. They were planning to question them as soon as possible, and in the meantime, they were getting by without help. Bertrand’s frittata was surprisingly good, though.

When Max comes back with Liam’s plate, they all bid each other bon appétit and start eating again. Liam, visibly surprised, asks, ‘Oh, aren’t we waiting for Amara?’

Oh God, Hana thinks. She has to think on her feet, think of something, anything.

As she’s about to open her mouth and improvise, Bertrand chimes in, sounding incredibly natural. ‘Lady Amara is in her bedroom, she has a migraine. She asked not to be disturbed, she needs to be in complete darkness.’

Damn, Bertrand, Hana thinks. How did he think on his feet so fast?

‘Goodness,’ Liam says, visibly convinced. ‘That’s too bad, poor Amara. Well, I’ll see her in Portavira tomorrow I hope.’

Bertrand flashes a bright smile. ‘I sure hope so! Those intense migraines ought to go away after a day, I’m sure.’

They finish their brunch all the while making small talk, all carefully avoiding the main topics at court. No one is even remotely mentioning Olivia or Madeleine or anything like that. Just pleasant, completely phony conversation.

As Liam gets ready to leave, Hana offers to accompany him to his car, which he gladly accepts. Once they are alone, she asks him, ‘Liam, are you ok?’

He chuckles, ‘I look like shit, don’t I?’

Hana is surprised to hear him curse. He’s always seen him very prim and proper, except when he was propositioning Amara. This time, it’s different. He really doesn’t look well. Still, she lies, ‘No, you look great! You just seem… preoccupied.’

He sighs and looks her in the eye. ‘I have no idea what I’m going to do, Hana. Truly no idea.’

Hana squeezes his arm and says, ‘If you need to talk about it, maybe you and I could grab coffee in Portavira tomorrow? Just a friend date, so you can put all your thoughts out there.’

He smiles, ‘I’d like that very much.’

Once Liam gone, she heads back inside, where the Beaumonts are finishing up their coffee in silence. She can tell that Max is dying to ask Bertrand about his lie, but is containing himself. Still, Hana wants to know. She needs to be bolder, just like she has been recently. So, she asks, ‘Bertrand, can I ask you something?’

He takes one last sip of his coffee and says matter-of-factly, ‘I had to make something up. I couldn’t let Liam get suspicious.’

Hana’s jaw drops. ‘What--what do you mean?’

Bertrand smiles faintly. ‘I’m not blind, Hana. I see what’s going on. I just don’t think Liam needs to know right now.’

Max’s eyes are the size of cantaloupes. ‘What do you mean you know what’s going on?’

‘Come on, Maxxie. Drake and Amara. It’s obvious.’

Max shakes his head and asks hesitantly, ‘You’re--you’re not mad?’

Bertrand snorts, ‘Oh dear, do you really see me as a grumpy old man who can’t rejoice for two people in love?’ He rolls his eyes. ‘Plus, with all the crap that’s raining on us right now, it’s nice that at least two of us are happy. Yass Kween, right Max?’

*****

‘Drake, can you come here?’

Drake is setting up their lunch table in the backyard, when Amara calls him from the kitchen. ‘Coming!’ he says.

‘I can’t find the baking powder, could you point me to it?’

He smiles, and digs deep in the cupboard where the baking powder is behind a bunch of cans. ‘Here you go, babe. How’s the batter going?’

She smiles excitedly. ‘Great! I cut the pineapple in little pieces, and plus I found some coconut shavings in your pantry, so I’m adding that to the cake.’

He chuckles as he sees that her face is covered with flour. She must not be very gentle when mixing her batter. ‘Where’s your phone? I gotta take a picture of your face right now, it’s priceless!’

‘Oh come on,’ she says, attemting to wipe her face. ‘It’s over there, if you insist on making fun of me.’

He picks up her phone, and notices the multiple missed calls. ‘Um, Amara? Did you see this?’

‘Hm?’ she asks absentmindedly, adding the baking powder to her mixing bowl.

He shows her her phone. ‘Michael. He called you eight times, just today, and it’s only like 6am in New York.’

He hates himself right away for bringing it up, when he sees the cloud loom over her eyes. ‘I know. I’m just not ready to talk to him.’

Drake nods. ‘I get it. He texted you, too, you don’t want to at least read what he wrote?’

‘No,’ she says curtly. ‘I know he’s going to apologize, that’s what my dad said. I don’t want to hear it now, I don’t want to think about it. I’ll deal with it another time.’ She pauses. ‘I know what it must look like.’

He closes the distance between them and wraps his arms around her. ‘It looks like you’re hurting and I want to help you get better, because I love you.’

She nods, obviously fighting back tears. ‘I love you too. I appreciate you wanting to help me…’

‘Hey, you’re helping me find my sister. we have each other’s backs, ok?’

‘Fair. But the situation with your sister is promising. It holds hope. My situation with Michael is fucked. He will never see me as his sister ever again. I’ll always be the person who failed his entire family.’

Drake holds her tighter. ‘I hope you know that it’s not true. Remember what your father said. Forgive yourself.’

She nods and offers a faint smile. ‘I’m trying, Drake. I really, really am. But for right now, I think the best way for me to do that is to keep some distance between me and Michael. It hurts us both too much. Hopefully someday…’

She trails off, plants a kiss on Drake’s lips, and continues mixing her batter. Drake watches her intently, his heart aching for her. He wants to take away the pain. But really, he’s probably making it worse, comparing her situation to his own with Sav. Sav is alive, and Drake will, hopefully, see his little sister soon.

Amara will never see her brother again.

But Drake can’t help but think about what she had told him about her bond with Michael. That they used to be like siblings. He hopes that, one day, she finds this bond again.

‘Do you want a beer with lunch?’ he asks, trying to lighten the mood.

Without looking up from her mixing bowl, which should be completely mixed by now, she says ‘Sure, if you’re having one.’

*****

Amara doesn’t want to ruin the moment. No, on the contrary, these moments spent with Drake in the cabin are so special, so happy, that she wants nothing more than to enjoy them. But she has a lump in her throat now, that she can’t swallow just yet. Not Drake’s fault, not at all. He doesn’t understand completely, how could he? He’s lost people he loved, of course, but not by his own fault. Not in circumstances that he could have avoided.

He understands her well otherwise. She’s never had a connection like this one in her life, not ever. She knows what he’s trying to do, too. He wants her to reconnect with Michael and find the sibling connection that they lost along with Sergio. But she knows that she can’t force that. They both need the space, even if Michael isn’t aware of it right now.

She wonders for a second if something is truly wrong, and if she should in fact call him back, or at least read his texts before deleting them. She shakes her head. No, if anything was wrong, Dad would call. Amara had answered every single text from her dad and Nancy during her time in Cordonia. After her dad’s heart attack, she never took a chance with a missed call.

Once the cake is in the oven, she sets the times --that damn cockblocking timer-- and joins Drake outside. When she sees his face, she realizes right away that he feels bad for insisting earlier. Her heart melts a bit. She’s been too harsh, too radical with him. He just wants her to be happy.

She softens and smiles, kissing his cheek before sitting at the table.

‘You ok?’ he asks.

‘Yeah. Sorry about earlier. I get why you said all that, and I love that you want the best for me. Thank you.’

He smiles, visibly more relaxed, and kisses her hand. He holds on to it for a while.

*****

Madeleine checks her phone for an answer from the middleman. Finally, her screen lights up.

It is booked. Arrival Friday morning.

She suppresses a smile. Her idea was retained. She knows they have something else in store for her, something big and public apparently, but she thinks they need more ammo for this bitch. Something more personal. Something to break her.

Oh well, they’ll see on Friday.

For now, she needs to make nice with the others. She puts on her best fake smile, and heads to Kiara’s room, who she knows is getting ready for a one-on-one with Liam in a few hours.

‘Knock knock!’ Madeleine says out loud.

‘Entrez!’ she hears Kiara reply.

Ugh, she thinks. Why is this bitch constantly speaking French? Madeleine had always thought that French was a language for whores and peasants. But she has to keep that smile on. She can’t make all enemies. ‘Hi, Kiara,’ she says. ‘Want some company?’

Kiara is sitting at her vanity and she is putting on makeup. ‘Oui, avec plaisir!’

Madeleine comes in and closes the door behind her. ‘So, are you ready for the big date?’

‘Oh I definitely am,’ Kiara purrs. Madeleine can’t believe that Kiara has a date with Liam before her, but oh well. Soon enough, everything will be under control.

‘Do you know where he is taking you?’

‘I think he wants to go get a drink and take a stroll through the Capital. It should be fun!’

Madeleine nods, keeping up appearances. She and Kiara were close, once. When they were younger and probably more naive, full of dreams and hope. Before Leo fucked it all up and made Madeleine have to go get things on her own instead of simply sitting back and relaxing. Back when Kiara wanted to bone Walker, and marry a diplomat. And now that stupid bitch thinks she has a shot at being an actual Queen? Ha! If she could, Madeleine would laugh.

Madeleine responds, ‘Yes, you will have fun, I have no doubt. Now, is that what you’re wearing?’

*****

‘Babe, look at my cake! I think I didn’t fuck it up!’

Drake looks over his shoulder while he’s doing the dishes. ‘Wow, that cake looks fucking delicious. Well done!’

Amara beams. The cook of the house, complimenting her cake? She definitely is a decent baker, but it’s been a while since she has baked something, unless you count that apple pie competition at Applewood Manor, or as Drake refers to it, the ‘apple shit’.

She used to bake with her mom, back in the day, but of course she would only do the mixing and the bowl licking, and none of the oven business, she was too little for that.

‘Alright,’ she says, ‘now i’m gonna make a pitcher of margarita.’ As Drake opens his mouth to say something, she pursues, ‘Or maybe two. Two, right? It’s Max and Liv we’re talking about.’

‘My thoughts exactly,’ Drake chuckles.

Before getting started on the lime juice and tequila, she goes over to Drake and hugs him. ‘I’m so happy to be here with you.’

‘I’m happy too, babe. It feels right to have you here.’

As if on cue, there is a knock on the door. Amara can already hear Max and Hana joke around on the other side of the door. She kisses Drake’s cheek and goes over to open.

‘It’s us, bitches!’ Maxwell yells. ‘And we brought Olivia!’

*****

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Baekhyun: Uncharted {Part .1}

Characters: Baekhyun x female OC (feat. EXO)

Genre/series warnings: werewolf au, vampire au, angst, fluff, eventual smut so uh this will be 18+, mentions of blood (should be implied), sexual themes and seduction, swearing, violence/mention of violence, stalking(?) kinda?

Summary: After being turned into a vampire over 100 years ago, Chu Aejung has seen how terrible humans can truly be. She’s lost enough in her life time and makes the decision to not put herself in a position to lose anymore. Secluding herself in the forest around a bustling city, she thought she succeeded. But when a particular werewolf reveals to be anything but an enemy, they both step into uncharted territory.

Previous ~ Next 

Over a century has passed and Aejung has seen her fair share of war and devastation to never what to be around humans again. Two world wars and a civil war has made Aejung see the worst in people. While she was able to use it to her advantage early on, she came to the realization that she hated that she was starting to become like them.

At some point she stumbled upon a coven of witches, who were kind to her and treated her as one of their own. It was the one time she enjoyed being in the company of others and didn’t feel alone. But it didn’t last long. Humans of course found them and killed the coven. It was the first time she felt the overwhelming feeling of grief. Aejung couldn’t save them; all the people who helped by giving her special runes and charms to be able to go outside during daytime hours and had given her a place to call home where taken from her. After that she moved from one side of the country to another, never staying in a place for too long. She had run ins with different kinds of supernatural beings; other witches, sirens, mermaids, other vampires, and werewolves. Aejung never stayed around for long, especially with her encounters with werewolves. Every encounter with werewolves always left her fighting or talking her way out of a fight. Werewolves and vampires never got along even if they weren’t so different from each other. Nonetheless she made sure to stay away from known werewolf territory. After years of moving from place to place she decided to move back to the place she felt the most comfortable in: the woods. Aejung found a old cabin in a clearing about a mile inside the thick woods that bordered a crowded city she once loved to live in but grew distaste for.

Aejung had learned to adjust to the modern world and it’s technology better than she thought. The new technology was way to keep her busy and entertained considering she wanted to keep as far away from people as much as she could. But in this day and age that was impossible. She had to find a way to make money to keep the lights on. Forging a few papers and blending into her surroundings was nothing difficult and after searching about Aejung landed herself a job at a boutique in the fashion district of the city. She was even able to convince the manager to give her the evening shifts, something she didn’t even know how she struck up the deal but her coworkers didn’t mind either. It was one more person to take over the dreaded night shifts. It was a win win situation. The job was the only reason Aejung left the woods the first few weeks after moving. She still had to buy things for her new cabin and Aejung had a bit of a shopping problem when it came to clothes sure; but the bigger and most important reason she left was she needed to feed. Aejung tried to keep to the forest life to feed on most of the time but animal blood doesn’t keep her hunger away for long. So when night fell, Aejung dawned her favorite velvet dress and went hunting. She went to noisey, crowded clubs where the flirty, probably drunk guys were. Those were the ones she went after. Aejung drank, flirted, and danced until she found the next poor unfortunate soul who happened to get a little too close. She usually ended the night with a full stomach and an unconscious boy at her feet. No, she never killed them. Aejung’s days of draining her human prey completely dry ended a long time ago. She only drank enough to last her a few days, never overindulging. It’s something prides herself on: not being a killer.

Of course, Aejung has had close calls using this method to keep herself from starving. She had tried to feed from some violent guys, almost got stabbed, been hit a few times, and even followed for multiple blocks by friends of men she has fed on because they wanted a piece of her. Aejung may have superhuman speed and strength but it doesn’t mean she is invincible. She’s always very careful and aware of her surroundings; she doesn’t let her guard down until she enters her house, closes, and locks the door. But this time, things didn’t go according to plan.

It was a Saturday night, the moon was full in the sky as Aejung stepped out her front door. Her figure hugging, velvet dress matched her over the knee high black heels, her gold jewelry catching the light of the moon. Breaking into full sprint she raced across the forest floor, jumping over fallen branches and rocks with ease. She stopped at the city’s edge and took a cab into the city. Picking a random club, she got out of her cab, and waited to be let in. In line she felt a strange feeling wash over her. Feeling like she was being watched, she quickly scanned her surroundings. No one was facing her and everything looked normal. She played it off as the dull pain from her stomach from hunger effecting her.

She planned her normal routine; get a drink or two, flirt, dance, flirt some more until a guy takes interest. Tonight was surprisingly easy. Not too long into the night, a cute guy started talking to Aejung. She successfully convinced the man to sneak into the alleyway near the building promising a steamy makeout session. Her back was pressed up against the wall of the alley, the strangers lips hungrily taking advantage of hers. He wasn’t a great kisser but she played along anyway. Pulling her lips away she moved to his neck, acting like she was going to leave a hickey or two but instead sank her fangs into the soft flesh. His moans turned into yelling briefly before passing out from the bloodloss. Years of experience taught her to not waste a single drop, making her become a very clean drinker. Aejung licked her lips before propping the poor man up against the side of the building and left to go home. 

On her way back to the edge of the city the strange feeling she felt earlier started to creep back over her. It was small but the closer she got to her stop, the stronger it got. She felt like she was being watched, but instead of feeling like it was one person, it felt like it was multiple eyes on her. Fear started to bubble in her chest as she stepped out of the cab. She walked down the road until the cab was out of sight and broke into a sprint towards the tree line. If she was getting chased by a bunch of guys in a car she could lose them when she breaks through the trees, but she couldn’t hear the sound of an engine though. Breaking through the trees she slowed down a bit, figuring that she lost them. But the feeling was still there and getting worse by the second. It suddenly dawned on her what was chasing her when she heard twigs snap behind her: werewolves. 

Cursing under her breath she took off again. The sound of twigs breaking and leaves crunching underfoot started as soon as she started moving. It was a race back to her house. Aejung knew it was a bad idea to lead them right to where she lived but she had no other choice considering they were on her tail. She could hear their breath on the back of her neck as they broke the clearing. Reaching for the door she pushed it open and slammed it in the wolves faces and locked it. She grabbed her silver dagger she kept for emergencies near the door and pointed towards the door. Aejung expected the wolves to be breaking down her door at any second but there was silence. The only thing that she could hear is her own jagged breathing as she tried to catch her breath. She took a cautious step forward to look through her peep hole in the door. The sight before her puzzled her. Nine young men stood in her clearing. Aejung didn’t realize a whole pack had chased her. From where she was standing, even as far away as she was, she could tell they were handsome. Her attention however zeroed in on the boy closest to the door. His ash brown colored hair looked silver in the moonlight and he had this innocent look to him. She felt her heart skip a beat and at that second his eyes flickered up as if to meet hers.

“I know what this looks like, but we aren’t here to hurt you.” his voice sounded like honey and Aejung mentally hit herself. ‘Why the fuck are you so drawn to him, get a hold of yourself’

“Really? Then why the fuck were you following me across town and chasing me through the woods?! Sounds really non-threatening!” Aejung spat back.

The boy rubbed the back of his neck while his packmates snickered.

“Yah! What the fuck are you fuckers laughing about?! You all chased me too!” the snickering stopped. At that moment a boy with dark brown hair stepped forward.

“I would like to formally apologize for what just happened. One of our own seemed to have gotten too excited about, something, and rushed into it.” the man gave a pointed look to the other, who whined like a child getting scolded. Aejung felt a corner of her mouth turn up. The other wolf continued.

“We would like to talk face to face, if you agree.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Why should I trust you again? For all I know you could just be waiting to rip my throat out.” As soon as the words left her mouth, the ash haired boy let out another whine. “We aren’t like that! Please?! I swear I’ll protect you.” he stepped onto the porch, holding out a hand. Aejung eyed him cautiously. One side of her wanted to fling open the door and take his hand without a second thought, while the only still sensed danger. It was fucking her up. “Aren’t we supposed to hate each other? We aren’t supposed to get along.” She argued. “Do you not sense what I am?”

“A vampire? Yes we know.” The the man who spoke earlier piped in.

“Why do you think we are all back here?” one of the wolves piped in, the tallest of them. Biting her lip, Aejung moved her hand to the lock on the door, not taking her eyes away from the peep hole. “And you’re telling the truth?” she said, her voice quiet.

“Promise.” the boy said, his voice matching the same softness. Her brain was going haywire. ‘Fuck it’. With the click of the lock, she opened the front door. Aejung was face to face with the boy. A warm smile spread across his face. She tore her eyes away from the boy to look at the others. All their eyes were on her, she didn’t like that at all. Aejung subconsciously moved towards the ash haired boy next to her. The boy’s smile only got bigger before realizing what she was so nervous about. He scowled at his pack mates. “Don’t stare at her like that! You guys aren’t helping her not be hostile towards us.”

“Sorry.” The brown haired boy from before apologize. “First thing, what is your name?” He gave her a small smile. There was a pause.

“Aejung. Chu Aejung.”

“I’m Junmyeon, alpha of this pack. The boy next to you is Baekhyun.” Baekhyun gave her a small wave. ‘Baekhyun.’ Aejung played the name in her head. Junmyeon introduced all of the wolves to her. As Junmyeon spoke, she completely forgot that she was still holding her silver knife until one of the wolves noticed.

“Uhhhh you don’t plan on using that right?” the wolf named Chen said suddenly, pointing to the weapon in Aejung’s grip. She looked down as the other wolves noticed as well.

“If I have to.”

The rest of the pack went still.

“We would prefer what you don’t, can you put it away?” another wolf, Xiumin, asked. His eyes didn’t leaving the knife as he spoke.

Aejung narrowed her eyes. “Just because I know your names doesn’t mean I trust you all. I’d rather keep this with me.” The wolves looked at Junmyeon. He let out a small sigh. “She can keep it with her. We said we will make sure she is comfortable, and we are guests in this house. What she says goes.” Some of the wolves protested but Junmyeon stayed firm. The corners of Aejung’s mouth turned upwards, relishing in her small win.

“Come on in then, I don’t bite! Well no that’s a lie, I do.” She said cheerfully, spinning the knife between her fingers playfully before slipping through the front door. The pack warily followed after her, except for Baekhyun who seemed very amused by her little joke and eagerly followed after the snarky little vampire.

They all sat around the living room, some sitting on Aejung’s plush couch while others on the ground. Junmyeon stood in front the the large fireplace hear the end of the living room while Aejung leaning against the arm of her couch. She soon realized how tall all of these wolves were; the top of her head just reached most of their shoulders and she was very bitter about it.

“Ok so.” Aejung broke the silence. “What is the issue this is such a big deal that an entire pack chased me?”

“Right. Are you aware of werewolves concept of soulmates?” Junmyeon asked. Aejung nodded slowly. Over the years she has made acquaintances who happened to be werewolves mates. She had them tell her as much as they could about werewolves due to her history of pissing off werewolves and wanted to learn as much as she could to make sure she didn’t get herself killed one day.

“Do you know about imprinting then?”

Aejung nodded again. Junmyeon nodded, looking at Aejung with eyebrows raised.

“Whatever you’re trying communicate with me telepathically I’m not picking up on it buddy.”

Junmyeon signed, most of the pack doing the same. “What?! I’m sorry just someone fucking say it! I don’t have time for mind games right now!”

“Jesus Christ, one of our pack imprinted on you! You’re a werewolve’s mate.” Kyungsoo exclaimed.

Aejung blinked at the shorter man. “What. Who. Which one of you is it.” Aejung stood up, arms crossed over her chest. This wasn’t what she expected at all and wasn’t happy about this revelation at all. Fate definitely loved to fuck around with her. Her hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she stared the the group before her.

“Can you not feel it? The pull?” Chen asked, shifting in his seat on the couch. Aejung stayed silent, her eyes drifted over to Baekhyun. He stared back at her.

“Really man?” she spit out. A soft whine emanated from his side of the room.

“I didn’t mean to. I can’t help who the universe decides to put me with.” He said apologetically, running his hands through his hair.

“Then maybe you should have ignored it. I’m not even close to being ready to settle down with someone-”

“Then I’ll wait for you.” Baekhyun cut her off, taking a step forward. Her heart skipped a beat but she pushed that feeling aside.

“I’m a vampire and you’re a werewolf! We aren’t supposed to be together in the first place! How could this even work?!”

“We will make it work, Aejung!”

Baekhyun had moved gradually closer to Aejung until he was standing in front of her.

“If you aren’t ready to accept me right now, fine. I’ll wait until you are ready. I mean that.” Baekhyun said softly.

Aejung’s heart melted at his words but her brain wasn’t having it. All she could do was let out a heavy sigh. Silence filled the room, the wolves on edge waiting for an answer.

“I have an idea. Why doesn’t Baekhyun stay with Aejung for a bit? Get used to being around each other and see how Aejung feels?” Sehun broke the silence. Everyone turned their heads to stare at the youngest. Aejung looked at him in disbelief.

“You do realize that my house isn’t built for two people right? There’s only one bed.”

“I can sleep on your couch.” Baekhyun shrugged.

“Yeah, Baek can sleep anywhere.” Chanyeol snickered. “Also this couch is rather comfortable so he wouldn’t have a problem.”

“He can come tomorrow with a the things he needs. You can also still kick him out when you want to.” Kyungsoo piped in.

Aejung thought about the idea. It’s her house, her rules. She still had the upper hand here. She mulled over the thought again, her logical side arguing with the side of her that wanted her to just give in to whatever this was. She let out a sigh though her nose, leaning her head back slightly as she looked at the ceiling , wondering if the words that are about to come out of her mouth are going to be a mistake.

“Fine. You can stay here”. 

Baekhyun broke into a big smile while his packmates let out a sigh of relief.

“OKAY it’s settled then.” Junmyeon clapped his hands as he started moving towards the door with the others trailing behind him.

“I’ll send him and another member of the pack tomorrow. I’ll make sure you have my number is you need anything. Until we see eachother again.” He nodded at her as he left into the night, followed by the rest of the pack. Baekhyun trailed behind, giving Aejung a small wave as he left out the door into the night. She returned the gesture with a little wave of her own as she closed and locked it behind them. Letting out a groan she hit her forehead against the door in frustration. 

Fate was a comedian, and Aejung was it’s best joke.

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The Reason Is You Chapter 8

cross posted to AO3

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Authors:  Crysty09, erisgregory

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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M/M, Multi Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Relationship: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes/Kyle Valenti, Alex Manes/Kyle Valenti Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes, Kyle Valenti Additional Tags: background Isobel Evans/Maria DeLuca, background Max Evans/Liz Ortecho, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Threesome - M/M/M, Angst and Fluff and Smut Summary: Michael has been gone five years and when he finally returns to Earth it’s to find that Alex is married to Kyle. Isobel is about to be married to Maria and Max and Liz have a son. The world isn’t as he left it, which he should have expected, but now how will he find a place for himself? Will he ever get used to the new normal?

Michael was nervous for some reason. It was probably because he was staying mostly sober and also because he hadn’t seen Alex yet since the wedding and he knew he needed to apologize. Somehow they had to find a way to put the past in the past. Or rather he did. He wanted to be a part of Alex’s life and Kyle was being generous enough to make it happen, so Michael was ready to try. Still he was nervous. So he took a deep breath before knocking on the cabin door.

Kyle had suspiciously disappeared just before Michael was supposed to get there and Alex felt nervous. This night had the potential to be a turning point for them but first, he and Michael had to deal with what they had said at the wedding. When he heard a knock at the door, he walked over and opened the door, giving Michael a small smile, "hey," he said, his voice low, "come on in, Kyle ran to the store," he stepped to the side to let Michael in.

Kyle was gone? That wasn’t what Michael expected, but maybe it was better not to have an audience for his apology. “Thanks for having me over.” He said stiffly. Suddenly he didn’t quite know what to do with his hands.

Alex laughed, "Guerin," he breathed, "relax." He nodded towards the couch, "do you want something to drink?" He asked. He could feel himself becoming a bit more at ease, this was still Michael.

Michael laughed too and sat on the couch. “I guess I’m a little nervous.” He admitted. “Just water for me.” He said leaning back and trying to relax. Michael took his hat off and ran a hand through his curls. He could do this, he just needed to breathe. Besides it seemed like Alex wasn’t holding a grudge.

He grabbed a bottle of water and followed Michael to the couch. Alex sat down not far from him and handed him the bottle of water. "Glad you could come," he said, "listen Michael," he leaned forward, "I am really sorry about everything I said the other night."

Michael was halfway through opening his water when Alex apologized. “You shouldn’t have to apologize. Not only did I break my promise, but I said some awful things in front of everyone. And then to you. I’m sorry. I don’t blame you for any of the things that have happened to me. I made my choices and now I will live with them.”

"We were both upset and things have been so complicated, we both said some harsh things, but as far as I'm concerned, we just need to put it behind us?" Alex bit his lip, he desperately wanted to reach out and touch Michael but he knew that he should wait until he and Kyle had a chance to talk with him about their idea.

“I’d like that.” Michael said softly. If they could just get a fresh start... well it wouldn’t stop his heart from being broken but maybe it could be the beginning of something new. “I really do think we just need a fresh start.”

Alex smiled, "then a fresh start it is," he nodded. Then the door opened and Kyle walked in beaming, "hey guys!" He said, carrying a bag of ice to the freezer, "get the apologies out of the way?" He asked. Alex stood, laughing, "yes we did," he moved to the kitchen, opening the stove, "the chicken is almost done," he said, smiling at them.

Michael had to laugh at Kyle, he’d clearly given them the space to talk alone for a moment. It was a kindness that actually meant a lot to Michael. “Good, I’m starving.” He told Alex with a grin.

Kyle walked into the living room, giving Alex the kitchen, "he's actually an amazing cook," he said, glancing at Alex. He glanced at the water in Michael's hand, "no beer?" He asked, "I'm pretty sure Alex won't crucify you for one or two, will you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at Alex, who grinned at them.

“I didn’t want to push him.” Michael chuckled. This was turning out to be much simpler than he’d expected. “Maybe with dinner.” He said. At least his nerves had settled down and dinner smelled amazing. So much better than whatever was left frozen in his freezer.

"I think one with dinner will be fine," Alex said with a laugh, pulling a large pan out of the oven and stirring the potatoes on the stove. Kyle laughed, "how much trouble can he get in here with us?" He asked, looking between the two of them. Alex shook his head, "okay you win, I'll ease up," he pulled some plates from the cabinet, and filling them, "dinner is served gentlemen," he smiled.

Michael stood to go fix his plate. He really felt welcome which shouldn’t be a surprise considering the way Kyle had been with him lately. He grabbed some chicken and potatoes and made his way to the table. “So where did you learn to cook?” Michael asked Alex. “This really smells amazing.”

Before he sat down, Alex grabbed three beers from the refrigerator and passed them around. Once when they were all seated, Alex shrugged, "mostly trial and error," he said. Kyle smiled and took a bite of food, moaning quietly, "amazing as always," he reached out and touched Alex's hand once. Alex beamed, "what do you think Michael? Taste as good as it smells?"

“It’s delicious.” Michael told him. He saw the way Kyle casually touched Alex and while he still felt sad for himself he wanted to be happy for them. “It certainly beats Isobel’s frozen leftovers she’s been shoving on me since I got back.”

"Well you're more than welcome to come eat with us anytime you want to," Kyle said, "Alex usually cooks most nights and he tends to cook way too much." Alex laughed, "so that's the only thing I can't seem to master," he shrugged. The room fell silent for a while as they ate and Alex was thrilled at how easy this was, the three of them seemed to get along really well and he was hopeful that maybe this could actually work.

Michael thought about it, but he didn’t want to be intrusive. Eventually he would have his old job back it’s just the owner of the shop was out of town. Then he could go back to buying his own food. Crap food, but still. He didn’t want to think he was using Kyle and Alex’s kindness for his own gain. Still this was really good. He ate and drank his beer in happy silence.

Alex finished eating, standing and rinsing his plate, "I made brownies too," he said, turning to smile at Michael. He knew it was Michael's favorite and he thought it would make him happy. "Anyone want brownies and ice cream?"

Michael just had to grin. He felt totally spoiled. “Yes, please.” He said. Then he turned to Kyle, “brownies are my favorite, I don’t know if he told you.” Michael shrugged.

"He did," Kyle said, smiling at Michael and glancing at his husband, Alex had been so determined to make this night good, "yeah I'll take one too," he said. Alex moved to cut the brownies and scooped some ice cream on them, handing one to each of the others

Michael closed his eyes as he took the first bite. Then he looked over at Alex. “Wow.” He said. “This is fantastic.” He took another bite and grinned. “I could get used to this.” He joked.

Kyle let out another moan, "Damn, it's been ages since you made brownies," he smiled at Alex. Alex laughed, "well like Kyle said, I usually cook every night and you can come eat any time." Alex moved to clean up the kitchen, feeling a bit anxious about the conversation that was coming but also excited about the possibility.

Michael stood to help clear the table. “What’re you making tomorrow?” He teased.

It was simple, much simpler than expected. Kyle and Alex were both easy going and had put him at ease. Once the table was cleared Kyle ushered him back to the living room and offered him another beer. “Sure.” He said, sitting down.

Alex grinned, "hmm I am thinking lasagna," he shrugged. Alex finished putting their leftovers away and watched as Kyle ushered Michael into the living room. He grabbed his own beer before walking in and sitting down next to Michael, "so Michael, me and Kyle have something we want to talk to you about. This is going to sound crazy." Kyle nodded, "and you don't have to answer us right away, please just promise you will have an open mind?"

Michael looked from Alex to Kyle and back again. He had no idea what was coming, couldn’t even guess.”Okay.” He said slowly. He had the urge to hold his breath for whatever was coming.

“You don’t have to look so worried.” Kyle told him with a soft laugh. “It’s nothing bad.”

Alex laughed, reaching over and laying a hand on Michael's arm, "so, we have spent a long time talking about our situation, and Kyle knows how I feel about you, it's not like I'm the best at hiding it," he laughed nervously, "and what I have with Kyle is amazing, so we were thinking maybe, if you would be interested, that we consider all three of us, being together?" He bit his lip, his heart suddenly pounding.

Michael suddenly felt like his brain had just decided to fail him. He couldn’t think a single coherent thought. “I’m sorry.” He laughed a little. “What?” He was sure he’d misheard or misunderstood somehow and just honestly needed to hear it again.

Kyle laughed, his reaction was similar to Alex's and it was actually kind of cute. He got up and moved to sit on the other side of Michael, "we are talking about considering polyamory, all three of us being together," he smiled over at Alex.

“Okay, that’s what I thought I heard.” He sat for a moment just looking at his knees. Then he said, “I don’t want to mess up what you two have.” He couldn’t hurt Alex anymore and now he couldn’t see hurting Kyle either.

Alex grabbed Michael's hand, "Michael, me and Kyle have discussed this, quite a bit." Kyle grabbed the other hand, "and what we have is strong and solid and we want you to be a part of it." Alex's heart pounded as he watched Michael, "you won't mess up what we have, if you agree to this you will only make things better."

Michael looked at Alex, trying to read the truth in the words he was saying. A part of him instantly leapt at the idea of getting to be with Alex, but honestly it sounded complicated and what about Kyle? Could he feel that way about Kyle some day? “You’ve really thought about this? What it would do to your marriage?” He asked just needing the reassurance. “And Kyle?” He shifted his focus to Kyle. “You’re interested in trying a relationship with me?”

"This was Kyle's idea," Alex said, "we have thought about it, thought about our marriage and it is strong enough to include you." Kyle nodded, "you and I will have a little more work to do to figure it all out but the last few days have shown me that you and I get along really well and I think it could become something if we want it to."

Michael pursed his lips. He honestly didn’t know what to say. He had about a dozen questions that required his phone and google, the main one being does this really work in the real world? “Guys, I’m flattered to say the least but this is a lot. I’m gonna have to think about it.”

Kyle nodded. “I think that’s wise, all things considered.”

"Yeah it took me a little while to wrap my head around it too,"Alex said with a laugh, "take your time, process everything and let us know when you figure out where you stand. No pressure. We will completely understand if you aren't interested," Alex bit his lip, his mind and heart racing as he watched Michael.

Michael sat his beer on the coffee table. “I think I should go think about everything. But Alex,” He said, his voice dropping to almost a whisper, “I’m not, not interested.” Then he stood and looked down at them both. “Thanks again for dinner.” He said, grabbing his hat and slipping it on before heading out the door

Alex felt terrified, worried that Michael might just say no. Kyle nodded, "yeah go process everything," he smiled at Michael. At Michael's reassurance, Alex relaxed slightly and he nodded, "okay," he whispered back, "like we said earlier, the dinner invite is always open," he squeezed Michael's hand as he stood, "see you soon I hope."

[everlarkbirthdaygifts]

Happy Birthday, moviefangal!

Today, we wish Happy Birthday to @moviefangal! We hope you’re having a wonderful, wonderful day, and that your cake was absolutely perfect! To keep your party going a little while longer, the lovely @herainab has written a story just for you!

Title: Karaoke Dream

Gift for: moviefangal who requested “That asshole stole my song at karaoke night” with an everlark twist.

Rating: Mature

Happy birthday! Hope your day is wonderful and hopefully you enjoy my spin on this little take on Everlark and their karaoke.

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“So we’ll meet at the bus at 6 to head off for dinner." Jo, our trip leader, reminds us. "I'll head in and check us all in and meet you where Thom parks the bus.” She gathers her things and jumps off the bus just as Thom our driver pulls up outside the hostel camping site and lets her out.

Thom easily reverses the bus down throughout the hostel camping site, and we stay on the bus as we wait for Jo. The sun was warm out, and she warned us it could take a while to check in, so we sit and wait while Thom makes fast work of unloading the 35 bags from the bus before he gets to work on cleaning the outside and we stay in the aircon waiting for Jo.

"Oh, it's cobblestone." Madge curses as she steps back onto the bus and sits beside me. She literally brought her whole bedroom with her, and she's dragging the suitcase around and cursing every single staircase she sees or Cobblestone Street she has to wheel her bag over.

“I hope we’re not too far away.” She states as we climb out of the bus with Jo’s arrival. She's a packhorse with her backpack on her back, and her camera bag slung over her shoulders.

“It’s flat I think.” I tell her, craning my neck to see what the street is like.

“Thank fuck.”

“I told you that you need to get in with the guys and get them to carry your bag.” I whisper to her. “Use those blue eyes of yours.”

“But I have a boyfriend.”

"Who's an arsehole and dropped out of the trip." I remind her. He didn't give a reason, but he didn't want to go anymore. I'm pretty sure he's fooling around with some 18-year-old girl. “You don’t have to sleep with them, just thank them with a drink or something else.”

“But that gives the wrong impression.”

"You set the boundaries." I tell her. "Besides, I think Gale boy is keen on you. He's always checking you out and gets nervous talking to you.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah right.”

“I’d maybe hang back and see what he does.” I look over my shoulder to see him standing just beside the bus in the shade with a few others “Make sure you grunt and moan a lot and curse the ground as you drag your bag along. He’ll swoop in like a knight in shining armour.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to sleep with him.” She thinks any favour she accepts means she has to sleep with the guy who offers. That’s what her arsehole boyfriend makes her think. She needs rid of him immediately, and I hope 40 days of travelling without him will make her realise that. Will make her realise how beautiful, kind and caring she is and that she deserves the world.

I was glad he dropped out of the trip to give us time to spend together, reminiscing and reconnecting from our high school days. If he were here, it'd be a drag, and she wouldn't be allowed to have any fun or do her own thing.

“OK, I’ll hand you out your keys. We’ll meet here at 6 pm to head for dinner. I'll collect the money from those who haven't paid me yet also." Jo says.

She hands the keys out as she reads down the list and everyone starts to move off slowly.

"312, we've got Katniss, Madge, Jacinta and Delly." Jo reads aloud. Delly is up front and grabs the room keys for us, and we head off in the direction of our cabin.

The ground is a little uneven, and our cabin is on the far side of the site. I'm glad for my luggage choice and throw my pack over my shoulders.

“You right, Madge?” I ask her as we start to follow Delly to our cabin.

"Madge, do you want a hand with your suitcase?" Gale asks her, and I smile to myself.

"Oh, you don't have to." She tells him.

"No, it's fine." He smiles at her, and they walk down the street together, Gale managing his own pack, daypack and then Madge’s oversized suitcase over the uneven ground. "We're right next to each other."

I don't wait up for them and continue on my way, listening to the small talk. I can tell Gale likes Madge and I know she is attracted to him but with her relationship status hanging over her she's closed off and cautious at what she says.

“He likes you.” I claim as soon as the door closes.

“Shush.” She says. “He can probably hear you.”

“Oh, stop being a baby.” I tell her, dumping my things on the floor beside the bunk. “Just, don’t be a stick in the mud.” I sigh. “Please just keep having a good time and don’t ever question anything you do. This is your holiday, your energy, your time and your experience. You only get out what you put in and moping around and thinking what Cato is going to think if you do something isn’t worth it.”

“We’ve been together for four years.”

“I know.” I smile at her, wiping the tears from her eyes. “But sometimes change is as good as a holiday. You’re not the same person I graduated high school with, and I can see how much he is eating away at your soul. My aunt wasted 18 years with a deadbeat guy. I don't want you doing the same thing." She nods her head. "Let's have the time of our lives tonight. I hear there's karaoke." I grin.

We work like ants to get ready for our evening. It’s the first big evening we’ve had out in a week, and everyone is keen to get dressed up and make themselves look a little more human and let loose tonight. There's a tag team for the shower, we crowd around the mirror and help each other as we decide on outfits and do our hair.

“What time do we have?” Jacinta asks.

“5:55.” I tell her.

“Shit.” She cusses, reaching for her mascara.

“You look fine.” Delly tells her as she finishes putting her shoes on.

“I look like a mess.”

“You look spectacular.” Madge reiterates. “Don’t stress.” She tells her, handing her a room key. “I’m heading to the bus if anyone else is ready.”

I follow her and quickly check in with Prim, replying to her message.

“So, are you going to get up and sing at karaoke?” She asks me.

I laugh. "You know me."

“You’re amazing, Katniss and after Barcelona, everyone loved you. They’re hanging out for you to sing again.”

“I was pretty drunk in Barcelona.” I laugh.

"You were, but you were great." She smiles “I’ll come up with you if that makes you feel better.”

“I’d love for you to sing with me.” I hug her.

My first job at uni was at a Japanese restaurant that was also popular on a Thursday, Friday and Saturday night doubling as a karaoke bar. A lot of the uni students would stumble by on a Tuesday night for cheap Tuesday. They'd get a cheap feed, drinks and would usually stick around for karaoke and nothing was more rewarding than watching drunken uni students sing off key and drunkenly sway together as they sang along to the lyrics.

I have fond memories from my days working as a waitress there, the owners were brilliant, the staff were great to work for, and the customers were always fantastic. I got to the stage of being shift supervisor eventually and in charge of close from Tuesday to Thursday night and the staff would usually stick around after the customers had left to have our own sing-a-long and drinks as we cleaned and packed up.

There I established my go-to karaoke playlist.

We had already done karaoke in Barcelona, and I knew it was time for another song in my top 5 as I couldn’t double up again. I was skipping a few going to song number 5.

Drinks are flowing by the time we settle into dinner. Our group takes up the room, and we are happy with our 12 euro jug cocktails and meals.

“Katniss, are you getting up to sing?” One of the girls yells down the table.

"Hell yeah, she is." Madge claims, slamming a shot down in front of me. "Aren't you Kat?" She says, holding her glass up to toast with mine.

I down the shot, shaking my head at the burn of the vodka. “Hell yeah. You all better stay.”

“We aren’t going anywhere.”

We're pretty close to tipsy by the time we eat our dinner and head into the next room where there is a small group gathered already waiting in anticipation for the karaoke night.

“There’ll probably be another Tribute group and a Career group too.” Jo tells us as she sits down at the table beside me. “So it’s going to be a little crazy.”

“You getting up to sing, Jo?” Thresh asks her.

“I don’t ever turn down an opportunity to sing. Why don’t we go up together?” She suggests.

“Deal.” Thresh tells her, clinking his glass.

“So what are we singing?” Madge asks me.

“Latch.” I tell her. “The Disclosure version.”

She nods in approval and orders another jug for us to drink as the room starts to fill. There's music being played for now, Jo and Thresh getting up to be the first to sing.

We’re on our feet when Thresh and Jo take the stage and the familiar sound of ‘A Thousand Miles’ starts, and we go crazy for them, singing along with them and cheering for them when they finish.

“Let’s go line up.” Madge suggests as the line is starting to grow. “Bring your drink.”

We wait in line, singing and dancing along. We wince when those tone-deaf get up on and sing out of time.

“Man I don’t know if they’re wasted or just terrible karaoke singers.” Madge says to me.

"I'd say a bit of both." I wince at the note being missed. "No, they are just terrible."

“This bring back memories from the karaoke bar?”

I nod, feeling a little sad that I haven't been there for two years now, having since moved on to my career. "I miss it now and then. They were my little family. I miss especially our closing shifts."

“I bet you do.” She smiles. “Oh well, make them proud again tonight.”

"I will."

A blond guy four ahead of us takes the stage by himself. Madge and I chat, showing each other memes on our phone to pass the silence in between the singers.

“Gale is looking at you.” I tell her as casually as I can.

“He is not.”

"In five seconds do a casual sweep of our table, and you'll see." I tell her. "5,4,3,2 and 1."

Madge casually looks up from her phone and scans the room, her eyes quickly going over our group and our table where Gale is focused on her.

“He likes you.” I tell her for the thousandth time.

“He doesn’t.”

“Madge, he does. I wished you give him the time of day cause he’s a nice guy.”

“He doesn’t even live near me.”

“You’re already jumping to….” The familiar tune of Latch begins breaking me from my sentence. “That arsehole stole my karaoke song.” I swing around to the stage to see the culprit. “Fucking arsehole. I was going to sing that song.” I whine, trying to make him out through the stage lights. "For fuck sakes."

“Katniss, it’s fine.” Madge tells me. “We can sing your next song.”

"I don't want to. I wanted to sing this song." I tell her as Blondie sings it. He doesn't butcher it and is on time. "That arsehole stole my song."

“It’s just a song.”

I know I'm overreacting, but this was one of my songs. I've had my heart set on singing this since we left Barcelona last week.

“Come on, we’ll sing Dancing Queen or something.”

‘Now I got you in my space I won’t let go of you Got you shackled in my embrace I’m latching on to you’

I look up at the stage again and death glare the song stealer. He has no idea who I am but he’ll be the arsehole who stole my karaoke song.

“Have a nice evening.” I say to the last customers who walk out the door a little tipsy. Thursday karaoke has picked up again with the warmer weather and we’re encountering a lot of work groups coming for dinner and staying to sing and have a laugh.

I've been the shift supervisor for just over six months now, and I love it. I know this place like the back of my hand, I have the confidence to fix any issue, to direct staff and deal with the few complaints we may have. The team repays me with their enthusiasm and attention to detail, and we always have a good night. I think most of them are excited for our close as we have our staff karaoke party.

I lock the door after them and watch my team move around like ants cleaning up the remaining tables, sweeping and mopping the floors and having the back of house tidied. It's just the wait staff, barman and dishwasher remaining, the cooks left when we finished our dinner service at 9.

“What’s your poison of choice tonight?” Peeta asks me from behind the bar.

“Something sweet I think.”

“I don’t know how you drink so much sweet stuff.” He comments, turning his nose up with a big smile. “I can’t do it.”

“We all didn’t grow up in a bakery.” I tease.

“I suppose that’s true.” He laughs. “Do you trust me to make you something?”

“Always. You’ve never let me down.” I smile. “I’m just going to take the money to the office.”

“Do you want to ask the rest of them what they’re having?”

“Sure thing.”

I lock the money in the safe, happy its balanced for the night and lock up the office before checking in on the rest of the staff. The waiter and waitress are helping the dishwasher with the remaining glasses and jugs and also starting on the floors.

I get their orders, bringing them to Peeta who has finished my cocktail and presents it to me on the bar.

“What is it?”

“Try it.”

I take a sip, trying to guess the flavours of this concoction. He liked trying them out on me before he added them to the specials menu the next week.

“Strawberry something?”

“Strawberry mojito.”

“This is nice.” I compliment him. “I could have a few of these.”

“I can drive you home if you want to have a few.” He laughs as he opens the beers and the can of Coke.

“Oh no, we have our exam tomorrow, don’t want to be foggy for that.”

“We’ll be fine.” He reminds me. “You’ve had a great tutor and haven’t fallen behind once.”

“Well, tomorrow might be the day.”

“Then that means I’ve failed you as a student.”

"Well, if you actually tutored me in statistics and not in your impressive movie collection."

“Hey, I didn’t hear any complaints from you.”

I stick my tongue out at him, and he laughs.

I got him the job when we returned last year for the semester. He was in my class, one I had to do to pick up the units for my degree in Environmental Science. So I enrolled in stats and Peeta has been helping me throughout the semester as he was finishing his degree in business management that he was cruising through. We’d partnered together on assignments and become fast friends.

They were in need of a bartender at work and I asked him to come and meet the owner that afternoon, and he started working that evening. He's boosted business, and we're busy every night of the week, especially with the uni students who eat for cheap on a Tuesday night.

The three of them come out from the back, and I take the broom from Brody. "You're up Ben." I tell him, pushing him towards the karaoke machine.

He puts up a small fight but doesn’t complain as he searches for his song and starts singing his go-to of Michael Jackson.

It’s our little routine. We sing. One of us sweeps the front, and the other follows behind with the mop. We dance as we close, we sing, and we laugh.

I sweep the floor, close to the bar singing along to Billie Jean and find myself in Peeta’s arms as we dance, failing the moonwalk and any other dance move we try.

‘Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one” Peeta sings as he moonwalks around me.

“I think you wished you were Michael Jackson.” I laugh as a sip my drink. He nods, does a spin and crotch grab as he finishes the chorus. “Don’t go too hard.”

Ben finishes, leaving for the night and Amy and Jax take the microphones and start their usual duet.  

“They are so into each other.” I comment as I lean against the bar and Peeta sips his bar.

“Oh, young love.”

“They’re a year younger than us.” I laugh.

"Still, they're cute. It's like they are 14 years old." He says. "They blush and go shy around each other. They’ll get together eventually. I mean, they’re singing High school musical songs together. That’s true love.”

“Stop it. I wish I had someone to sing high school musical with.” I admit.

“Well, we can sing high school musical if you want.”

I turn and smile at him and see him smiling slightly.

“It’s fine. I’ve got my karaoke playlist.”

“So what will it be tonight? Torn, Dancing Queen, Believe, Since you’ve been gone or will you bring out some classic Queen?”

“I’ve got something new.”

“You do?”

"Yep, I think this will go on my list."

“You're branching out. I love it." He smirks as he drinks his beer.

“Thought you would.” I smile.

The two lovebirds finish their song and Peeta pushes me forward. “Time for you to sing, songbird.”

I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling too much like an idiot and try to compose myself before I have to face him. It's a song he got me into recently on our many study and tutoring sessions. It has always happened to be on in the car if he drives me to work and he's made me obsessed. When the music plays I see the smile on his face, and I try not to watch him for too long, or I'll know I'll go red.

“Now I got you in my space I won’t let go of you Got you shackled in my embrace I’m latching on to you”

I end with massive applause like usual and thank them all. Amy and Jax leave as it's nearing 1 am, knowing it's time to head on out as well.

“So, is Latch going to become one of your go to’s now?” He asks me as he shoves his hands into his coat pockets and leads me to his car.

“I think so.” I chuckle. “You think it’s a good karaoke song?”

"Yeah, I do." He smiles. "I really do. I mean, anything you sing you nail, so you don't have to worry about what you choose." He tells me as Ariana Grande comes on in the car.

“Thanks.” I’m thankful it’s dark in the car so he can’t see my reddened cheeks. “I think that’s going to be second on my list.”

“I’ve never met someone with who actually has a karaoke list.” He laughs. “They usually have one song and just stick with it. You have a top 5."

I laugh cause it sounds a little ridiculous. “You forgot my top 5 duet list as well.”

“You have a top 5 duet list? Why haven’t I heard this?”

"Because I only duet when I've found the best duet partner, and I haven't found them just yet."

"Well, I hope for you're sake you do." He smiles. "Or you humour me one night and allow me to join you. If you allow it?"

“I’ll allow it.”

"Can't believe the arsehole stole my song." I mutter as he finishes the song to a wild applause from his group.

Blondie bows, lapping up the attention and jumping down the stairs to be surrounded by his group who hand him his beer.

“Don’t worry about him.” Madge tells me. “Do you want another drink?”

“Sure, thanks.”

She heads off to buy us two drinks while we wait in line, knowing it'll be a while before we can go up. I'm sulking big time over my stolen song and don't know if I want to back out because of it. I'm acting childish, and I know our group will be disappointed if I back down now.

“Let’s sing some Ariana Grande.” I suggest to Madge when she comes back with my drink. I've gotten over my tantrum slightly, and I don't want to put a downer on the evening. Especially Madge's when I told her to lighten up and live a little. I want her enjoying herself tonight, and if I'm not enjoying myself, she'll tap out and go back to the hostel early. “One last time?”

“Hell yeah.” She states as we clink our glasses together and drink.

It's our time to shine, and we step up on stage, grabbing our mics and putting in our request. Our group cheers us on, and I smile over at Madge as we get ready to sing.

I feel the music, enjoying the moment and the fact I'm standing up in some Florence bar singing in front of close to a hundred strangers.

Majority of the crowd dance and sing with each other, swaying to the beat and letting the alcohol do the talking.

A body emerges from the crowd. It's blondie the song stealer who makes it his mission to see who is singing this tune. A familiar song. A song that brings up memories of what seems like a lifetime ago.

“So one last time I need to be the one who takes you home One more time I promise after that, I'll let you go”

I see who the song stealer is and I’m shocked. It all makes sense now.

“Baby I don't care if you got her in your heart All I really care is you wake up in my arms One last time I need to be the one who takes you home”

I stuff up the lyrics, lose my timing and am thankful for Madge who keeps up the pace. I match her, keep the pace and try to not think of the moment we last saw each other. That Saturday night in the car park behind the restaurant. That moment after graduation. The end of our uni chapter and the start of the rest of our lives.

We were going different ways, new careers and experiences to live. He was going back to his hometown to work in his parents' bakery while he painted and decorated the cakes. I had a local government job. We were living on opposite ends of the state. Separated by distance and long stretches of highway. We broke our promise to each other and we both knew our goodbye in the car park was goodbye.

I can feel the knot of anticipation in my stomach. I can feel his hands on my body. The feel of his lips on my own. My heartbeat pounding inside my chest. I can still feel the wetness of his tears that I wiped them away.

I can’t abandon ship just yet, despite the emotions taking over my body. I do my best to pull my composure together and finish the song without doing something stupid like cry.

I turn to Madge for the ending and sing it, focusing on her.

“One last time I need to be the one who takes you home”

“What the hell?” Madge asks me as she takes my hand and we head down the stairs of the stage.

"I don't know, but I need a bathroom."

“Come on.”

She sneaks me off to the ladies room away from him.

“Have I seen a ghost?” I ask her as I sit on the toilet seat.

“No.” Madge tells me.

"He stole my karaoke song." I say to Madge. She doesn't know of the significance of my karaoke list or how it was Peeta that introduced me to this song. "I mean, it's not my song, but he stole it from me. He knew."

"I don't think he knew you were here, Kat. I think it was just a coincidence.” She says to me through the stall. “Did you know he was travelling?”

"I did, but I didn't think he was here in Italy the same time as me. I thought he was doing his own thing and bumming around."

"He's a Career." Madge laughs.

"I can't believe he went travelling with the Careers when he could have been a tribute." I laugh. "Bloody Careers." It was a running joke among our group, especially when we ran into the Careers. There was a slight rivalry between the two travelling groups, and the Careers had a reputation compared to the tribute travellers.

I wash my hands, check my hair and makeup and inhale a deep breath.

“Time to face the music.” I exhale as Madge stands beside me.

“Let’s go.”

I hesitate for a moment but follow Madge out of the ladies towards the party. I scan the room for Peeta but am pulled around the corner and against the wall.

Peeta stands in front of me, just staring at me unsure if he’s seen a ghost or not.

“Katniss, you alright?” Madge asks me.

"I'm fine. I'll catch you later." I tell her, and she walks off to join our group. A few who watch with curious eyes at the blond stranger that's pushed me against a wall and standing inches away from my body.

“I wasn’t sure if it was you up there.” He finally gets out. “I thought someone must have spiked my drink or I was hallucinating.” He breathes out. “Am I dreaming?”

“No, you’re not.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question.” He smiles, biting his lip to stop the smile from growing too wide. He's like a schoolboy. A nervous schoolboy. The same nervous schoolboy that stood before me almost two years ago and poured out his heart to me. But I try not to think of that and instead focus on getting up him. “You arsehole, you stole my karaoke song.” I say, hitting his chest.

"In my defence, I didn't think you'd be here."

“You knew that was one of my songs.”

“And it’s been my song since we left each other.” He admits shyly to me with a tear escaping his eye.

I feel my heartbeat pick up as I stand in front of him. I can feel his pain, and despite the façade of him lapping up the attention, it hurts him to sing this song.

“How drunk are you?” I ask him.

“I picked the Disclosure version for a reason.” He tells me. “I’d be a ball of tears if I sang the acoustic version.”

“You’re still an arsehole for singing that song.”

“I’m sorry.” He smiles and chuckles slightly. “How can I make it up to you?”

“I think I should be asking you that question.”

He shakes his head. “Life happened, it was neither of our faults. I mean, I should have tried harder. I was scared. Scared of it not working and having a broken heart.”

“But isn’t having a broken heart count for something? Count for having a go?” I put to him.

“I’ve missed you so much, Katniss.” He tells me. “Come on, I owe you a drink.”

He buys us both a drink, and we stand off to the side where it’s a little quieter than at the tables in front of the stage.

Flashbacks from our last moments together fill my mind. The rain pouring. The bass of music coming from some club nearby. Roaming hands. Discarded clothes. Bare bodies. The leather of the backseat. Ragged breathing. Moans of pleasure.

His hand rests on my hip, his thumb drawing circles, reminiscent of that night. I can’t hold back the feelings for too much longer. I want him in my arms. Want him to cover my body with his own. Feel his lips on my own lips.

“Katniss, I should have tried harder. But you’ve been worth the wait. I made a pact with myself that when I returned home from this trip that I was going to throw all my cards on the table and see if you wanted to try dating. I’d have found a way to make it work. I’d relocate if it meant being with you.” He tells me. “If you’d allow it?”

“You still stole my karaoke song.” I tell him with a smirk.

"Well, I didn't know…"

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

I lean up on my tiptoes, tired of playing games and initiate what I want. I've never been one to make the first move, but he is frustrating with nervous talking. I place my lips on his firmly, shutting him up.

“Oh.” He says swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Just kiss me.” I demand. “There’s time for talking later.”

He gets the idea and kisses me back, pushing me against the wall with his body pressing tightly against mine, as we get lost in the kiss. The feel of each other after two years.

“I’ve missed you so much.” I murmur against his lips.

“Me too.” He murmurs back as his lips trail across my cheek and my jaw.

I can hear our names being cheered from the tables in between karaoke songs and Peeta holds his middle finger up to them, which gets a round of applause and more cheering. I bury my face into his neck, and he just holds me in his arms.

“I do have one problem.” I whisper.

“And what is that?”

“You’re a Career.” I laugh as I appear from his neck.

“Guilty.” He admits, holding his hands up in the air. “Sorry, I was just following my mate.”

“I’ll let you off for now.” I warn him.

“I’m glad.” He smiles and leans his forehead against mine. “Am I still the arsehole who stole your karaoke song?”

“Yes.”

“Can I make it up to you with some gelato? I happen to know a place with the best gelato. It’s Nigella Lawson approved.”

“Well then, it must be good.” I smile. “Let me just tell my friend.”

“So, it went well with the arsehole who stole your karaoke song?” Madge laughs as I embrace her.

“Well, so far. He’s taking me for gelato.” I tell her. “Will you be right?”

"Yeah, I think everyone will be out for a while yet." She smiles. "And Gale promised to take me home when I was ready."

“Look after her.” I tell Gale.

“I will.”

“Promise me. She’s my best friend.”

“I pinkie promise.”

I smile at him and then at Madge. “I’ll message you when I’m heading home.”

She embraces me one last time. “Go, enjoy your gelato date with blondie the arsehole who stole your karaoke song.”

I smirk at her, grab my bag and say goodbye to my trip leader before I find Peeta and take his hand in mine.

…

Three years later

“I think I knew from that moment they left the bar together that I should start preparing my speech. I mean, they were making out against a wall and then left for gelato. I mean, what type of guy makes out with a girl for ten minutes then takes her out for gelato? Especially a 23-year-old male?” She laughs as she speaks to the room. “I knew that when she messaged me on her way back to the hostel at 6 am that it went well and that she didn't hate the arsehole who stole her karaoke song. She advises me there was no funny business that night. It is still up for discussion. Especially since she didn't show up at the hostel until that morning.” She laughs. “But we are here today, celebrating the marriage of them both so it must have gone very well." She laughs and turns to us, wiping the tears from her cheek. "I'm going to ruin my beautiful makeup." She laughs. I see the sparkle of the diamond on her ring finger and smile, cuddling up to Peeta even more. "That night, both of our lives changed. I mean not changed, the next chapter of our lives began. We thought those six weeks away was our life-changing experience, but it was those moments within our trip that started the next stage of our lives. Thank you for inviting me on that trip. It's a trip I'll cherish right until we're old and grey and surrounded by our grandchildren who ask how we met their grandfathers.” She smiles through the tears. “To my best friend, Katniss, may you’re life be filled with many great moments to come with the fellow who stole your karaoke song.” She laughs. “Cheers.”

I embrace Madge, kissing her cheek and thanking her.

"I now call Katniss and Peeta up who have a few words they'd like to say." Finnick calls for us.

I was stepping out of my comfort zone and speaking in front of everyone gathered here today. The room was made up with the close friends from our trips three years ago who we've stayed in contact with and many we've used to crash on their couches as we've done our travelling the last couple of years.

"Wow, this is fucking nerve-racking," I admit to everyone in the audience. "Sorry kids, Aunty Katniss didn't say a naughty word."

“She’s just a little drunk.” Peeta tells them all with a cheeky grin. His nieces and nephews sit front and centre with their mothers and laugh at me. I'm not drunk. Just my nervousness has gotten the better of me.

“Aunt Katniss.” Patrick exclaims, rolling his eyes. “Not again.”

This breaks the tension, and I’m silently thanking Peeta’s 9-year old nephew for helping us. "Thanks Pat." I wink at him. "Peeta and I would like to thank everyone for joining us tonight. We're fortunate to have so many people in our lives, and we're very grateful for you all making the effort and travelling far and wide to be here with us today. We both made some wonderful friends three years ago and its proof with you all being here today. Despite half of you being Careers." I laugh, taking a dig at Peeta.

“What Katniss means is that she’s just jealous she wasn’t a career.”

"Oh no, Tribute for life. Am I right?" I jab, getting a rise from my trip mates. "It's just a shame you weren't a tribute because we could have been a tribute love story.”

“Or a Career love story.” He shrugs. “Jokes and travel companies aside, we’re proof that both companies can get along and find love after putting our differences aside.” He smiles at me. “As most of you know, we met in Uni taking a stats class. Katniss who is hopeless with numbers begged me to be her tutor, and that began our story. Nothing too romantic just the typical boy meets girl at uni love story.” He laughs. "She got me a job at the Japanese restaurant where we usually ended our shifts with a round of karaoke. She had never sung in front of me, in those few months of studying together. The first time she did sing, I knew I was a goner. I swear the birds fell silent and that’s a moment I’ll never forget.”

I blush slightly and quickly find where I’m up to on the speech. He has gone off the speech. "Where am I up too?"

“Here.” He points.

“Yes. Right. We parted ways when uni finished. Our careers and lives were going in different directions. But three years ago, in a Florence restaurant, this guy was on my radar as the arsehole that stole my karaoke song, and I was going to hunt him during the night and maybe throw a beer over him. That was until he came out of the crowd and I realised who exactly it was. It wasn’t some arsehole; it was Peeta, Peeta who rated every song choice, who cheered for me every time I sang. The boy who introduced me to that very song so knew I couldn't be mad at him for too long. And I wasn't. It was like no time or distance had passed, and we were those two 21-year-olds working late at the Japanese restaurant who would laugh, sing and dance with each other." I say smiling.

“So in honour of our fabulous relationship and because we knew this wouldn’t be a party without some karaoke. Katniss and I will be singing the first song we sang together. This song came about hitting shuffle on the machine, and this is the song it came up with." He laughs. "So please enjoy a compilation of our relationship in film reel while we embarrassingly sing our duet song.”

His brother makes fast work of setting it all up with him ready to hit play on the instrumental version of our duet song and playing the video slideshow he made for us.

“You ready?” He asks me, lowering the microphone away from his mouth and squeezing my hand.

I nod with a wide smile. “Let’s do this.”

“Would you dance if I asked you to dance? Or would you run and never look back? Would you cry if you saw me crying? And would you save my soul tonight?”

We sing to our guests who cheer for us. There's a little bit of a medley within the song of our karaoke hits from Dancing Queen, to Disney classics, 90's rock, some recent pop songs, Elvis, 80's pop and then more of Hero before it fades into Under Pressure for a few beats before it turns more upbeat into the 90's tune of Ice Ice Baby.

“Yo, Katniss, let’s kick it.” Peeta sings pointing at me. He smiles widely because he knows we have pulled off the announcement.

“Our first baby. We’re announcing our first baby Our first baby We’re announcing our first baby’ We sing, Peeta caressing my stomach as our recent ultrasound picture appears at the end of the slideshow with the caption

‘Our karaoke duet is turning into a trio in early October'

 We watch the reaction of our friends and family and Peeta whispers in my ear, with his arm around quickly before our family and friends surround us.

"Bet you're glad I'm the arsehole who stole your karaoke song?"

"Every day." I smile up at him and kiss the corner of his mouth just as I'm pulled into an embrace by my family.