#fuck why’d they have to go and pull me back in damnit

[gali-la]

Damnit why is it always at the busiest time in a fandom I get lured into another one. I HAVE NO TIME MANAGEMENT SKILLS I CANT BALANCE THEM

Fuckin. Swear to god if I didn’t love one piece so much I’d be back to my multi fandom slut ways. Unbearable. Unbelievable.

[multifandomrandomgirl]

The Ropes That Bind Us - Peter Tork x Female!Reader PART SIX

Masterlist:

Taglist: @strawberry-sunset-skies

A/N: Y/h/c = your hair colour 

Y/e/c = your eye colour

“I can’t imagine they’d have taken Peter too far away.” Mike glanced between Davy and Micky who were both attempting to take notes from all the random things that were spewing out of Michael’s mouth. “He’s definitely still in the state.” Michael sighed.

“Mike, babe. Sit down, you’re making this worse for yourself. I’m sure we’ll get more leads as to where Pete is soon, but you need to chill. This level of stress isn’t going to bring him back any quicker. We need to sit and think this through, don’t even think about arguing with me. We need to think this through in a more calm way. Look, I want Pete back as badly as you do, but I know we need to think about this more rationally.” Micky walked over to Mike and put an arm around his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

“But, but, imagine how scared poor Peter must be, knowing him he probably thinks we’re not coming for him. He’s probably being tortured for information. What if they’re trying to get one of us and they’re trying to hurt him to get to us and he’s taking it rather than answering? Oh god, so many things could be happening to him, what if he’s really really hurt?”

“Michael, we went over this in the last chapter, he won’t be really really hurt, please. You’re not helping anyone.” Davy stood up and hugged Mike’s other shoulder, the one that Micky wasn’t hogging.

“Right, so-” Mike started, Micky slapped a hand over his mouth.

“No, not right now Michael. We need to wait until your head is clearer when you can think straight. We need to do something that’ll make you happy. What makes you happy, Michael?” Micky asked, stroking one of Mike’s sideburns.

“Playing music.” Mike said in a quiet voice, Davy and Micky went to retrieve their instruments and Mike’s guitar, handing it to the Texan. They let him take the lead and Mike started to play ‘Sweet Young Thing’, they had barely plate for a minute before Mike stopped and shrugged off his guitar angrily. Davy and Micky glanced at each other nervously, they weren’t sure what was the reason for him doing this, although, they had a small idea.

“Michael?”

“It isn’t the same. It doesn’t sound fucking right. We need Peter. God, I can’t play music without him. Why am I even trying?” Michael snapped, kicking the table that was in front of him. “We’re nothing without him. Fuck, why’d this Lord Reynolds guy think we don’t need him? Of course we fucking need him! Not just musically but in general! He’s our best friend god fucking damnit.” Davy and Micky began to get more concerned about the Texan, they hadn’t seen him this angry for a long time, and it was scary.

“Mike, please.” Micky was practically begging at this point. “Please just calm slightly. I know it’s hard, I really do, but-” He got cut off by the older man storming out of the house. Micky looked at Davy who just shrugged and went to grab his shoes and the house key.

“God, he moves quickly. Michael? MICHAEL” Davy yelled, Micky followed his lead, shouting the name of the Texan. “Slow down, get back here. Michael!” Davy screamed across the street, getting lots of strange looks from passers-by.

“Don’t make me ground you when we get home.” Micky chased after him. “Wait, why are we doing this?” Micky turned to Davy.

“I don’t know, the author is trying to fill in some space I guess.” Davy shrugged, Micky pulled a face of confused agreement and carried on running after him.

Eventually, they approached a large mansion-like house that had a white wooden fence surrounding the outskirts of it, not much protection from a tall, angry Texan.

“You don’t think?” Davy’s sentence trailed off, surely Peter wasn’t here, was he?

“I think so, hang on.” Mike jumped the fence and snuck up to the letter box, he pulled out an envelope addressed to ‘Lord Reynolds’. A nasty grin spread over his face, the leader turned to his two companions and signalled that they follow him, Micky gave Davy a boost over the fence before hopping it himself.

“Pete’s here?” Davy looked up uncertainly at the house, he knew from past experiences with houses full of rich people that it probably wasn’t the cleverest or safest idea, but then again, he didn’t care about that right now, he just wanted Peter back home where he was safe.

“What’s that?” Micky pointed towards a hatch in the ground that hadn’t been shut properly. He looked up and Mike gave him a knowing look.

“In we go then I suppose.” Mike tried lifting it up, it was heavier than he anticipated, both of his bandmates came over to help him and between them, they got it open. They climbed down the ladder and found themselves in a long hallway with a door at the end.

“You don’t think this might be trap to hurt us all? Take Peter to be able to kidnap us all.” Davy glanced up at Michael who put his hand on his shoulder. 

“No. But even if it is, we need Peter safe, so, let’s go.” The trio made their way down the corridor.

“Let’s hope you’re right about Peter being here.”

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Peter glanced over to where Y/N was sat, he hadn’t heard a single noise from her for what seemed like years but had really only been three hours. He wasn’t sure whether he should try to speak or let her rest, chances were she had passed out from the stress on her body.

All he wanted was to hug her. And his friends. But right now, his priority was the girl who’d sacrificed herself to stop him from getting hurt.

“Y/N? Y/N, please, just let me know if you’re okay.” Peter whispered loudly, he heard a bit of a shuffle from where the girl was, but no noise escaped her mouth. Peter let ut a quiet cry, he was scared that she was gone for good, she had sacrificed a lot for him and he cared about her, in more ways than one apparently.

“H-hey. Don’t cry. It’s okay Peter.” A tired, croaky voice whispered from across the room, Y/N. 

“Y-you’re alive? You’re okay? Y/N, I’m so so sorry.” Peter rambled, thankful that she was still there.

“I’m fine, Pete, really.” Y/N said.

“I’m glad.”

The pair sat in silence for a bit before they heard a loud bang on the door at the opposite end of the room, both of them jumped, terrified that it was their captor returning to hurt either of them.

“You don’t think it’s?” Peter whispered, he was scared, he didn’t want to get hurt but he also didn’t want Y/N to get hurt either. He shrunk down in his chair as far as the ropes would allow him. 

“Peter? Peter are you in there?” A loud voice from the other side of the door shouted. Peter’s eyes widened, it was Micky. His friends had come for him, Y/N had been right, they do care about him! 

“Micky! Micky!” Peter raised his voice as loudly as he could. He was so happy! He thought he was going to be stuck in there forever. Y/N smiled to herself, she was happy for Peter. She knew his friends would come for him, after everything he had told her, she knew he would be found by them. She was just sad that they had found him this quickly. Y/N knew it was selfish of her to feel that way, but she’d finally felt less alone, she found a friend, someone who made her laugh. She’d been alone for years in the dark before he was kidnapped.

The lock on the door eventually gave way after Davy had picked it, light filled the room, both squinted at the brightness, Y/N hadn’t seen any light for three years. Once their eyes had adjusted, they saw three figures in the doorway, three pairs of eyes searched for Peter and ran towards him, the short Brit ran straight for Peter and untied him, pulling him up and into a tight hug as soon as he was freed. Michael and Micky took their turns in hugging the golden-haired man.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Michael questioned, checking the boy all over looking for any cuts or bruises, Peter quickly shook him off. “I’m fine, Michael. Thank you.” He said, glancing over his shoulder to try and get a look at Y/N who was sat awkwardly, staring at her feet.

“Let’s get out of here then, I don’t like the vibe this place gives off.” Davy shudders, grabbing Peter’s hand, Pete wriggled his hand out of Davy’s and ran over to Y/N. He finally got a good look at the girl, she had y/h/c that reached her shoulders, and y/e/c that were dim due to the exhaustion and trauma she’d been through. Her lip was bust, she had a black eye as well as several other cuts and bruises on her face, he couldn’t see any more of her body to see what the evil bastard that kidnapped them had done to her, Peter thought she was absolutely gorgous though.

“Go, Peter.” Y/N whispered, barely looking up, she knew it would be harder if she knew what he looked like, she caught his long blond hair out of the corner of her eyes.

“I’m not leaving without you. Come on.” Peter desperately tried to pull at the tight ropes that bound her to the chair, Y/N shook her head sadly, finally getting a look at the puppy-eyed man that she had lived with the past few days.

“Peter. You have to leave me here. Taking me would make your escape even riskier. Please, just go. You know I can handle being in here.” She smiled sadly at him, God, he’s gorgeous, she thought as she looked back at her feet again.

“Come on Pete. I know you don’t think so, but she is right. I’m sorry.” Micky wrapped his arm around the bassissts shoulder and began to guide him out of the room, leaving Y/N in the dark, alone again.

Peter sobbed the whole car journey home, he wished he could have saved Y/N.

“Peter, babe, your safe. We have you.” Michael pulled the older man into a tight hug, resting his chin on the mop of golden hair.

“I know, but, Y/N, she-she isn’t safe. He’s hurt her so much. She took all the torture and abuse that the man was going to give me. He raped her for fucksake Michael.” Peter said angrily, Michael and the other two boys who were perched on the end of the sofa were slightly taken aback. Peter didn’t do being angry, Peter didn’t raise his voice out of anger, and Peter most definitely did not swear.

“She’s been suffering there for three years. She isn’t lucky like me, she doesn’t have people who’d come and save her. I’m the only person she had god fucking damnit.” Peter stood up, kicked a book on the floor and headed for his room.

“Don’t you guys see? We have to go back for her.” Peter’s tears spilled over his eyelids and he broke down. Micky went and gently coaxed him back down onto the sofa, Davy stroked his hair. Eventually, Peter cried himself to exhaustion and fell asleep. “What are we going to do?” Micky whispered.

“We’re going back for her.”

[ggidolsmuts]

Caterpillar - Loona Yves

"Yah! Let's get a drink~" You wince and look at your phone, making sure you were talking to the right person.

"Sooyoung? What the fuck is wrong with your voice? Why are you talking like that?"

"Hing~ What do you-" She continues in that "cute" high-pitched voice.

"I'm hanging up." You hear her normal voice come through the speaker before you could press "End Call".

"Okay okay I'll stop. You want to get a drink?"

"Only if you never talk like that again. The usual place?"

"Yes, see you there!" You sigh and put on a casual outfit, making the short trip to the bar you and Sooyoung would frequently meet up at.

"Hey!" You spot her waving her hand at you, a mask still on her face.

"What's up my Busan Bro!" You fist bump her, and she sasses you back with a glare.

"What's up my Seoul Sister!" She pulls down the mask, sticking her tongue out and teasing you.

"Psh. Did you eat yet?"

"Nah, I got some food to go with the drinks."

"Sure, the usual?"

"Yep, here it comes." To your surprise she orders some food, and a lot of drinks!

"Whoa, that's more drinks than usual, a lot more."

"It's fine, we'll just take it slow." Sooyoung dismisses your misgivings with a wave. "Eat eat!" An hour passes as you eat and drink and talk to Sooyoung, catching up with her like you have many times before, going back to when the two of you were kids, drinking banana milk instead of soju.

"So, why'd you call me out here?" You ask her pointedly as she pours herself another shot of soju.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, you've already gone past your usual number of drinks, what's up?"

Sooyoung downs her soju in one gulp, "Jinsol's so lucky!" She tries to pour herself another glass of soju, only to find the bottle empty. Not to be denied she takes your shot of soju before you could stop her.

"Hey!"

"She's so lucky you know? Did you know what her boyfriend did for her? She was feeling down, we told him, and he dropped everything and took her camping!" She downs your shot of soju for you.

"Oh, that's good for her." You say neutrally, not sure where she was going.

"Good for her? What about me, where's my guy?!" She whines.

"Well, where is your boyfriend? What is he doing, tell him to take you on a trip too then."

"What, you think I have one?" Sooyoung looks at you incredulously.

"You're an idol, so I figured, you know, lots of guys would want to date you- lots of those handsome idols must like you too."

"Yeah right, no idol wants to date another idol, think of all the fanwars if people found out." She stews for a little while. "Oh and Haseul! Haseul met hers over quarantine, like somehow even when she's supposed to self-isolate she finds a great guy!" She throws her hands up, exasperated.

"I'm sure there are regular non-idol guys that would like you if they met you."

"You say that but it's always "Heejin so pretty!" "Aeong-ie!" "Vivi so cute!" - me, nothing works!"

"Yeah, never do that voice again." Your bristle at her phone call earlier.

"What about this one?" Sooyoung switches to imitating Gowon. "One and only-"

"No no no, you sound like her, but she's cuter, sorry."

"Hmph, fuck you too then." She fires back, stamping you under the table.

"Ow!"

"You need to help me out! How do I be more... attractive!" She strikes a pose. "Ooh? Aah?" She does a few more "sexy" poses, making you burst into laughter.

"Please stop, I don't see you like that, I wouldn't know."

"Damnit, and here I thought asking my only guy friend would help."

"Just go ask Jinsol and Haseul for help them, maybe they could set you up or something."

"Nah that's so- I don't want to." She drops her shoulders and shakes her head, looking deflated. You recognize the telltale signs of your pouty friend.

"Hey, hey look at me." Sooyoung looks up at you, eyes round and sad. "Look, all you need in life is one person to fall in love with, just one. Just because you haven't met them doesn't mean they don't exist. Be patient, the one who likes you for you will find you."

"Really?" She asks you uncertainly, the tears thankfully not falling.

"Yeah, you're an idol, like how many millions of views do you have on Youtube? You're not that hard to find, I'm sure "the one" saw a video of you already." She chuckles at your quip, her mood rising with a smile.

"You always know how to cheer me up, what would I do without you?"

"Be drunk under the table by now probably, come on, you drank too much, I'll see you back." You help her put on her cap and mask again, half dragging and half carrying the tipsy idol to a taxi before she waves you off.

"I'll be fine, just go!"

"Fine, text me when you get back okay?"

"Yeah yeah I got it." She waves her hand out the window as the taxi drives off.

You return home and check your phone after taking a shower - no messages.

*Hey, did you get back okay?* No reply, she didn't even read it.

*Yah Ha Sooyoung, are you there?* Nada.

*Let me know when you're there* One minute goes by, you had to call her.

"Hmm? Hello?"

"Hey, are you okay, did you get back home?"

"Huh? Yeah, I was just going to-" She falls silent.

"Hello? Yah!" You stay on the line a bit longer trying to get Sooyoung's attention, and thankfully the light snores you hear coming through the phone let you know she was safely asleep. You shake your head, drop the phone on your desk, and join her in slumberland.

You wake up the next morning to a message from her.

*What's with all the messages?*

*Oh, I was checking if you got home yesterday, you didn't reply so I called, remember?*

*Oh right, and since when did you care about that*

*You were really drunk, I was worried*

*Aww you were worried, thanks~*

You weren't sure if she was teasing you or being sincere. *Aww you're welcome*

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Is he teasing me again? Sooyoung thinks to herself. When does he ever use "Aww"?! She notices that she read it but hadn't replied in a while.

Damn, it's going to be weird if I reply now, I should just not reply now right? Right?

"Unnie it's your turn for the shoot!" Heejin calls out.

"Coming!" She dumps the phone in her bag and hurries to the set.

Still, it was sweet that he was worried, normally he's always annoyed by me.

Random thoughts about him flow through her head as she does the shoot, but it always comes back to:

We would never work.

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Sooyoung reads it but doesn't reply back, which was fairly usual. You don't think much about it, you had your own stuff to do.

You don't hear from her for a while, which was also normal - she had an irregular schedule, so you'd go weeks if not months without hearing from her. But of all the times to call you, she calls you when you are feeling your worst, struck down by a bad flu - too much air conditioning, you figure.

"Hello?"

"Yah, drinks?"

"Hey sorry Sooyoung, I'm really sick, it's not the virus but I feel like shit."

"Oh no, do you need anything?"

"No no I'm fine, I just can't go out for drinks, sorry."

"Alright, no problem. Get well soon!" You dump the phone on your pillow and try to fall asleep. And you would've, if it wasn't for the incessant knocking on the walls by your neighbors.

You toss and turn, and the knocking becomes banging! You think about getting up and going over to get them to stop, but only then you notice that the banging was coming from outside your apartment. Stumbling and staggering you roll out of bed, making the slow walk to the door. You open it, only to see Loona's Yves standing in front of you!

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"Oh my god are you okay?! You look like shit." His sallow skin shocked her, he looked really sick!

"Huh? What are you doing here Yves? I'm a big fan!"

"What are you talking about? I'm Sooyoung!"

"No you're definitely Yves! Can you do the baby apple thing?" He's definitely delirious, but she closes her eyes, getting into idol Yves mode.

"Baby apple~" She cups her cheeks with both hands, and to her surprise instead of cringing he breaks out into a small but happy smile.

"So cute... I love you!" What is he saying? His mumbled words stun her as he weakens and leans on her for support.

"I love you Yves... Because I can't love Sooyoung."

"R-Really? Why can't you love this Sooyoung?" She tries to keep her idol voice on as she carries him back into the apartment.

"Because we're really close friends, I don't want to ruin it, she's the best person in my life..." Draped all over her, Sooyoung has to carry him to bed. He continues to mumble as she draws the blanket over him, "I just want her to be happy- oh, thank you."

Sooyoung takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, "You just made her really happy."

But he is already asleep.

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Groggily you open your eyes, rubbing the sleep from them - how did you get back to bed? You remember someone at the door, was it Sooyoung? You get out of bed and find a pot of soup on the dining table, a sticky note stuck next to it.

*Hey, hope you feel better, I made you some samgyetang, get well soon! - Sooyoung <3*

You sit down and ladle yourself a bowl of it, and it was surprisingly good - Sooyoung was a better cook than you thought.

*Hey, thanks for the soup, it was good!*

*It better be, I asked my mom for the recipe, are you feeling okay now?*

*Yes, how did you get here?*

*You sounded like shit, so I came to check on you, and you looked so bad, I almost wanted to bring you to the hospital*

*I feel fine, thanks again, drinks are on me next time*

*I'll hold you to that! I gotta go, talk soon!*

*Sure, break a leg but not actually*

*Ha ha, remind me to send you a receipt for the soup, you owe me*

*You bought the ingredients too?*

*Of course, only the most expensive organic ingredients for you*

*Fine, dinner's on me too*

*Good, okay now I really gotta go*

*Cya*

You thought it'd be a while till you hear from Sooyoung again like usual, but she hits you with a text out of the blue only a few days later.

*Hey, dinner tonight?*

*Sure, where do you want to go, my treat*

*Ooh, how about that meat place near you?*

*Really? That place is good but it's not that good, you sure you don't want to bleed me of more money?*

*Shut up, just meet me there*

When it was time you left and walked the short distance from your place to the restaurant, expecting to get there ahead of Sooyoung, but she was already there.

"Hey, you're early."

"Yeah, didn't have much to do, so I got here early." You kinda doubt her words, given how pretty and made up she was.

"Says you, you looked like you just had a photoshoot."

"Gee thanks, I'll take that as a compliment. Anyways let's order!"

The meat and alcohol come quickly, and soon the two of you silently watch the meat grill, Sooyoung flipping them as appropriate.

"Here." She cuts a few pieces and places them in your plate.

"Thanks," You notice that her plate is empty and place a few of the pieces she cut for you into her own plate. "You should eat some too."

The two of you sit there awkwardly before you break the silence. "Umm, let's eat." The meat disappears quickly, but when you finish you see that Sooyoung has barely touched her plate at all, except downing a whole bottle of soju in the meantime - when did she do that? You didn't even notice it.

"What's wrong, why did you call me out?"

"Huh? Nothing, nothing, just wanted to hang out." She looked totally distracted, and you were going to figure out why.

"Yeah right, you call me out for dinner when we literally just saw each other like last week, then you drink a bottle of soju yourself, and most importantly, you're not even eating the meat that I'll be paying for. You never turn down free food!" Sooyoung doesn't dispute any of that. "So what's going on, is everything okay?"

"Yes, can we-" She takes a deep breath. "Can we talk at your place?"

Your heart drops - this was more serious than you thought.

"Sure, let me just go pay."

You pay and silently follow Sooyoung out of the restaurant. You badger her for what's going on, worried about her, but all she wants to do is to head back to your place to talk.

"Come in." You unlock the door and let her in. "Water?"

"Yes please." She looked more nervous than ever as she sat on the couch, and she immediately finishes her cup of water the moment you gave it to her.

"Another one?"

"No, no I'm good, thanks." You sit silently next to her and sip your water, giving her the time she needs to get around to talk about whatever it is she wanted to talk about.

Somehow Sooyoung chooses the worst times to speak, and you choke on your water when she opens her mouth again.

"Do you love Yves?"

"I- what?" How does she know?! You try to deflect. "What are you talking about, I don't know any Yves."

She turns to look at you, and pulled by an invisible force, you can't do anything but turn to face her. Her eyes lock with yours as she asks you again. "Do you love Loona's Yves?"

"Where is this coming from." You barely had any alcohol during dinner, yet you are feeling really dizzy right now.

"I heard you, you were mumbling when you were sick." Panic sets in, your heart pounding. "You thought I was Yves."

"Really? There's no way, you're just Sooyoung to me, why would I love-" You hurriedly change your words. "Why would I like your idol image? Besides, I just meant favorite, just to be nice, you know? I like Jinsoul the best actually."

"You're talking too much. You also told me why you loved Yves."

"Are you sure that's what I said? I was sick you know, people say dumb stuff when they're sick." Your forced laugh dies on your lips as Sooyoung eyes you intently.

"I would have believed that, if you didn't just react like that." She inches closer to you. "Why can't you be with me?"

"You're drunk." You say abruptly - this was dangerous, you had to get her out now, before anything irreversible happens. "Let's not say stuff we'll regret."

"No! I won't regret what I'm going to say." Her grip on your arm is strong, determined to make you hear her words. "I always thought you were sweet, but since you said you never saw me that way I thought it would never work!"

She's shaking, you've never seen her this worked up. "But when I came here, I hear you tell me that you love Yves because you can't love me, what do you want me to think?!" Sooyoung's voice rises to a shrill pitch as she demands you for answers.

"Sooyoung I-"

"You said you didn't want to ruin the relationship, you wanted me to be happy. Well mister, the only way I can ever be happy now is if we ruin our friendship." She crushes her alcohol stained lips on yours, taking your breath away and breaking down everything you previously had with her. She pulls away from the kiss, tears welling up in her eyes already - she always cried easily. "Because I want to start fresh, in a real relationship, as lovers."

Sometimes, you just have to raze everything to the ground to build anew. You wipe her tears away with your fingers before locking your lips with hers, hearing her squeak in surprise. Soon she melts into the kiss, returning it with equal emotion. Your heart flutters like a butterfly as you burn away the image of Yves, replacing her with Sooyoung - your best friend no longer, now your lover. Her hands find your arms again, grabbing hold of you tightly, as if she never wanted to let you go.

"You won't regret this? There are much better guys than me out there, and-"

"Never." Sooyoung rebukes you with a stinging kiss, tugging on your lower lip. "There may be better, but you are perfect for me." She devolves into a bundle of passion, eventually pushing you down on the couch as she kisses you hungrily.

"Aren't we moving a little too fast for a new relationship?" You try to joke, but she's not having any of it.

"No, we're moving too slow for a relationship we should have had years ago." Her hands tug on your t-shirt, and soon you are topless in front of her.

"Sorry, no six-pack like other idols or-"

"Shut up, you mention another guy and I am gagging you the rest of the night." Sooyoung kisses you intensely before softly whispering in your ear. "Don't compare yourself with them, please, because I will never do that. All I see is you." She kisses you some more before her eyes glitter with lust. "You have a bed?" Of course, she already knows the answer.

"Take me there."

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I can't believe I'm here! Sooyoung thinks to herself repeatedly, her head resting on a pillow, his pillow. She feels his lips on hers, tender and soft. How are they so soft?!

His tongue brushes her lips like a feather, and automatically she gives him entrance. Her mind becomes fuzzy, his tongue tangling with hers. Her own tongue thrusts forward into his mouth, teasing back and forth with him like they've always done, except now far more intimately.

Pushed further into the pillow, she can smell his scent - this is where he sleeps every night, where he unknowingly confessed to her, and where she wants to be every night from now on...

"Mmm!" She blushes at her own whimper when she feels his thigh rub between her legs. When did she get so sensitive? Was she ever so sensitive before in her life? God she can feel his fingers running down her shoulders, her arms set ablaze with his touch, where was he-

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"Ah! Wait, wait!" Sooyoung freezes as you slip your hands beneath her crop top, touching her skin - she feels like she's burning up underneath your hand, and you're glad, because so are you.

"Sorry, too much?" You barely recognize your own husky voice, laden with desire.

"No, just shy, I'm not as, you know, big as other girls-" You pay her back with an angry kiss.

"You mention someone else that's not you and I am gagging you the rest of the night." Sooyoung nods apologetically, blushing furiously as she raises her hands above her head, letting you pull the top off her. She immediately crosses her arms across her chest, looking self-conscious even as she pants heavily underneath you.

"Don't." You pry her arms open and interlock her fingers with yours to keep her occupied. Her back arches up against your lips as you bury your face between her petite breasts, kissing her sweaty skin, teeth pulling at her simple black bra for fun. You bring yourself to eye level with her, looking at her breathless expression of desire, her hair rustled gorgeously on your pillow.

"You look so beautiful." You kiss her neck, making her whine, before rasping into her ear something far more lustful.

"I want you so much, I want you every night."

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At his words Sooyoung physically feels a flush spread down her body, the blood seemingly all going between her thighs. He often teased her, or at best, gave sarcastic compliments, all under the guise of keeping her ego and fame in check. But his words now, murmured rather than said, were words of a lover, desire in every syllable. With a slight shift of her legs she knew exactly what she was feeling - she's never been so wet.

"Can I?" She struggles, but manages to focus her attention on his words, his fingers playing with her bra, requesting access. Swiftly she reaches behind her back, unsnapping it and allowing him to pull the bra off her easily. Now she was laid bare, naked for him to see.

Immediately a jolt strikes her as he takes a nipple between his fingers, rolling and pulling it gently, tugging a moan from her lips. A louder moan escapes her when his wet tongue swirls around the other nipple. The blush she feels is from embarrassment initially, reacting so readily to her friend's ministrations, but it quickly turns to a blush of pleasure, her lover's touch overwhelming her senses.

So caught up in her own bliss, Sooyoung doesn't even notice where his hands go, already working on the button of her jeans. She only twitches in response when she feels his fingers grazing her thighs. Her hands go to his arm, stopping his movement.

"I want to see you too." More daring than she would believe herself to be, she reaches for his jeans, unbuckling them with shaky fingers. Her breath catches as he shrugs out of them, revealing the taut boxers, hiding what was straining inside.

"Ladies first." He teases, his fingers on her panties, but Sooyoung is faster.

"Exactly, ladies first." She pulls down his boxers, revealing his desire for her fully for the first time.

"You're so annoying sometimes." She gasps loudly, feeling her wetness stick to her panties as he pulls off the last piece of clothing both of them have on. "Wow, you're soaked." He croaks, his eyes glued to the puddle she's feeling between her legs.

"Don't stare..." She shyly closes her legs together, even though she would willingly open them again with a single touch from him.

"Sorry." As he gets on top of her he stops suddenly, making her open her eyes again.

"Hm?"

"No condoms, I don't think we should-" She shushes him.

"If there's one thing Haseul taught me, it's to always plan ahead." She brings him close to her neck, letting him nuzzle and leave small love bites as she whispers in his ear. "I wanted this to happen today, so I came prepared. It's safe to do whatever you want."

She couldn't believe the wanton words leaving her mouth, but she would be lying if she said anything else to him. He doesn't need further encouragement. With a gentle touch on her knee she spreads her legs open once more, and positioning himself between them.

His tip feels impossibly hot at her entrance. Even if it isn't her first time, it might as well have been for how nervous she is. His hand is smooth on her cheek, temporarily distracting her, making her look up at him instead of down her body.

"I love you Sooyoung." He fills her vision, becoming the center of her every thought, her heart overclocked with nervous joy. He enters her, and the world melts to a searing white heat.

------

Sooyoung's reaction is immediate and instantaneous, climaxing as soon as you fill her with most of your shaft. You groan into her ear as she whimpers into yours, feeling her walls wrap around you tightly, her nails already breaking skin on your arm. Her slick enables you to push in further despite the tightness, and the whimper becomes a cry when you make her whole and full, destroying your previous friendship, establishing yourself as her lover from now on. You hear her whimper incoherently as she comes down from her peak, and your heart warms when you finally make out her words.

"I love you I love you I love you..."

You suck and kiss all across her neck, wanting to leave your mark all over her. Only when her hands cup your face do you stop to look at her, a happy blush on her cheeks and an eager glint in her eye.

"Move!" You hug her tightly, and her arms wrap around you as you start, hugging you back equally tightly. You pull out halfway before pushing yourself back into her, making her moan with every thrust. You vary your movements - sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, and always, always, watching Sooyoung's cute expressions, her face scrunching up and twitching at your every movement.

It doesn't really matter what you do - from the unfocused look in her eyes, Sooyoung is drifting away on her own roller coaster of ecstasy, happy to just cling on to you for the ride. You want nothing more than to explore every part of her, but as the pleasure builds within both of you, you shift focus from exploring to drilling. She seems to already be close to another orgasm given how she contracts around you erratically, and you wanted to be there with her.

Having already had her permission, you simply move according to your own needs, each thrust more needy and powerful than the one before. You hug her closer to you, throwing your hips into hers, letting Sooyoung know just how much you wanted her. Her hands roam your back, her body now meeting your thrusts with bucking of her own, trying to drive you deeper inside her. Her soft moans in the bedroom are deafening next to your ear, your lover happily voicing her pleasure - you've never heard Sooyoung like this, and you would do anything to keep hearing her quiet whimpers and needy whines every night.

When you peak everything feels easy, almost natural. She smiles as you hug her tighter, and as you press your lips on hers your orgasm crashes against you. You seize up, body unable to move, stuck deep inside Sooyoung as she grips you with her own climax. You flood her with seed, giving in to her body milking you, producing more and more of your desire for her, making sure she would struggle to contain you.

"So warm, so nice..." She voices confirmation of your release inside her, the words spilling out of her as you fill her to, and over, the brim. Like a poorly poured beer your connection overflows, the two of you drunk on the foam of newfound love, mixed with the familiar taste of long-standing friendship. She cradles your face in her hands, wanting to commit the sight of you like this to memory. You gently squish her cheeks with both hands, doing the same to your baby apple.

A kiss, and then you extract yourself from her, the virgin mixture of slick and seed flowing freely out of Sooyoung. She tries to cover herself shyly, but you hold her still, a finger dipping in and examining the white gooey mixture that clings to your digit - this is what you did to her, in her, with her.

"Stop looking..."

"Now you're embarrassed?" You tease her as you hand her some tissues and help clean her up. You freeze immediately when her eyes well up. "Sorry, did I hurt you, was I too rough?"

"No, I'm just really happy." You let out a sigh of relief.

"Why are you crying then silly, you scared me!"

She brushes her tears away and breaks into a small smile, looking at you apologetically. "Sorry."

"No, not your fault, I overreacted, I just thought you were regretting doing this." You reply ashamedly.

Sooyoung grabs your hand, looking at you seriously. "I will never regret doing this, will you?" The question is answered as soon as it leaves her lips.

"No, never. I want you."

You try to cuddle her, but she resists your hug, cupping her hand to her cheek with a teasing smile.

"You want your?" She stays surprisingly strong, unyielding to your embrace, so you roll your eyes and sigh.

"I want my baby apple."

"That's more like it." She burrows her way into your arms, the two of you becoming lovers freshly consummated.

After a short cuddle you lay on the bed as Sooyoung goes to the bathroom - you almost think about joining her in the shower, but you're too tired to do so, choosing to rest your head on your arms as you lay prone on the bed. Sleep begins to overtake you, maybe you'll just take a shower tomorrow-

"Ahhh!" A scream from Sooyoung jolts you awake and you quickly get up.

"What's wrong, are you okay?"

"Your- Your back!"

"My what?" You head to the bathroom and look at your back through the mirror - it was lined with many, many red slashes, no doubt the work of Sooyoung's nails earlier.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, does it hurt?" She asks concernedly.

"Not until you brought it up, no." It was true, you were so happy that the chemicals in your brain completely overrode the now stinging scratches she had left on your back. "I'll just take a shower and wash them."

The hiss in the bathroom is not from the shower, but from you as the water stabs your tiny wounds. You grit your teeth and prepare to run your hand over your back, but a hand stops you and turns off the water.

"Let me do it." You stand still, closing your eyes as you let Sooyoung gently wash your back with a wet towel. "There, does it still hurt?"

"Not any more, thank you." You want to turn on the shower to wash the rest of you, but she clings on to you from behind - she's shaking slightly.

"Sooyoung?"

"I'm sorry I hurt you." She sniffles.

"Are you seriously crying from that?" You turn around and hug her. "I would happily take those scratches every day if you're with me."

"Hmph." She dries her tears quickly. "Don't tell me you're into that."

"No, no, but I'm glad I made you feel that good." You kiss her with a mix of passion and leftover lust, making her cheeks turn pink. "Now go get dressed, let me finish showering quickly." You grimace as some water gets on your scratches, but you finish showering anyway and put on your sleepwear. You are surprised to see Sooyoung wearing one of your t-shirts, the clothing looking oversized on her lithe figure.

"Don't you have to be back at the dorms?" She shakes her head.

"I had Jinsol make an excuse for me. Can I stay the night?" She looked so adorable, you hugged her and pulled her under the covers with you.

"Of course." The two of you twine your limbs around each other, clinging tightly, as if afraid the other would leave in the middle of the night.

"Is this day one for us?" She asks you.

"Only if you want it to be." Her smile in response is dazzling, her nod so eager you were afraid she would injure her neck.

She showers you with many light pecks. "Good night!"

"Good night, my baby apple."

You wake up to more kisses, Sooyoung looking adoringly at you. You pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming.

"Good morning babe." She laughs as she watches you pinch yourself.

"Babe? That's what you're calling me now?"

"Well you call me baby apple, I have to call you something! Baby pear, or baby banana maybe?"

"No no, babe is fine-"

"Or... oppa?" You were barely older than her and you two went back a long way, so neither of you ever bothered calling each other anything but by name. Still, the way she said it made your heart rate spike, and Sooyoung reads your reaction well.

"Of course you would like oppa, why am I not surprised? Oppa it is then. So oppa," Sooyoung pulls herself to a sitting position on top of you. "I want to be on top."

"For what- Oh." She aggressively pulls off your t-shirt was wearing, revealing her completely nude form to you once more. You could never get tired of seeing her like this, and you quickly get hard under your shorts, much to her delight. "Wait!" Sooyoung doesn't listen - with a quick pull of your shorts and a grasp on your shaft she sinks on top of you easily, her wet heat catching you by surprise.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up." She reads your mind, her already slick warmth willingly allowing you entry. She leans down to hug you, pressing her chest to yours as she grinds herself down on your shaft, her hips doing most of the work. She begins moving faster, making both of you groan as her riding becomes very urgent very fast.

"Sorry!" She gasps.

"Huh, why?"

"I'm going to scratch you again!" Her nails digging into your arms and shoulders more the faster she goes.

"It's okay." You wrap your arms around her, not letting her get too far from you as she rides you harder and harder. "Scratch me all you want, I'm yours forever."

------

Don't say that! Is the last thought in Sooyoung's mind before she falls over the edge, her climax washing strongly over her trembling body. She never thought his words would have that effect on her, but here she was, twitching and quivering on top of him limply.

She bemoans the emptiness inside her as he pulls her off him briefly, only to be surprised when she finds herself looking at the ceiling, legs spread and straddling him in reverse cowgirl. With anyone else this would be too lewd a position for her, but with him...

With him, she just wanted him inside her again!

"Oppa?" She tries to turn and face him, but his lips on her neck distract her too much to do anything else.

"I want you to feel good." He slips inside her once more, causing Sooyoung to arch her back. A warm surge of joy fills her when his arms wrap possessively around her, one around her chest and the other around her tummy, pinning her against him. His breath is hot against her ear, panting in exertion as he spears up into her, the position making her nerves light up like wildfire.

"You feel so good!" Sooyoung moans for him, feeling his sweat on her back as he worked to get both of them off. She tries to pay attention to where her fingers were, to stop herself from scratching him. His arms press down on her abs, hugging her more tightly against him. She loses her mind as that changes the angle subtly, his tip pushing against her sweet spot delightfully with every thrust.

More, fuck I need more! She opens her mouth, but no sounds come out other than ecstatic gasps and moans.

He seems to understand her wordless sounds. "Cum for me, cum for me Sooyoung." His free hand drifts down from her chest, diving between her legs and finding her clit. With a couple more thrusts and a few teasing touches her back arches off him, her climax slamming into her powerfully, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream before she crashes back down against his rocking body.

Hungrily Sooyoung turns to seek his lips, her tongue thrashing about his mouth while he churns up into her, turning her to mush on top of him. As she comes down from her peak he feels even bigger inside her, and with her sensitive nerves she becomes acutely aware of his throbbing length, his breaths rough and harried next to her ear.

"Do it oppa, I want all of you." She lifts her hips for a moment before slamming herself down, flexing her muscles around his shaft - his groan of her name alone threatens to tip her over the edge again. She trembles as he fills her with thick white liquid passion, the scalding heat shooting up her spine triggering a smaller orgasm that spreads through her body - it becomes a warm pleasant glow, a gentle tingle down to her very toes. She moans softly as he pumps her full of seed, a white stream forming at their connection with how much she's leaking.

His hands roam her body, seeking out her own and clasping them. Sooyoung can only quiver as he plants many kisses on the back of her neck, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear. She's never seen this side of him, a part of him that only she got to see - it thrilled her to no end.

Somehow she manages the strength to lifts herself off him when he is done, and the two of them watch his load drip out of her and on to their bed, a primal sense of satisfaction the lovers' chemical reward. She flops down next to him, the sheets under her soaked with his sweat and their juices, but she didn't care. Instinctively they turn to hug each other.

"I love you oppa."

"I love you too, my baby apple."

------

The shower after is slow and passionate, the two of you unable to keep your hands off each other, making out while other under the pretense of "washing" the other. Or in Sooyoung's case, tending to the scratches she left all over you.

"I'm going to have to wear long-sleeved shirts from now on." You joke, examining the thin red lines on your arms as you two get dressed. You see Sooyoung's sad expression and you hurry to assuage her. "But I don't care, I'll just wrap my entire body in bandages if I have to."

"Don't say that! I'll tell the nail artist to make my nails less sharp." She says as you walk her to the door.

"As long as they don't get suspicious."

"They won't, only you know I'm a scratcher."

"Not for long if I go outdoors with you." Sooyoung pouts at your joke, cutely reaching for your arm and planting kisses on her marks. "I'm kidding." She stays silent, and despite being her boyfriend for only a day, you know her too well already.

"What's wrong?"

"I'll be busy, won't be able to see you for a bit." She knows you well too. "I know you'll be fine and sweet and patient, but I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, I can come over and we can have little dates near your dorm." She looks up at you in surprise.

"What? You never leave your place. Half the time I have to drag you out of your apartment to even get drinks with you!" Sooyoung exclaims, a little annoyed.

"Well yeah but, I mean, I'll make more time for you now, you're my priority." Both of you turn red as your new relationship status sinks in. "Oh, remind me to throw away all my Yves stuff."

"Why?"

You wrap her up in your arms. "I don't need Yves anymore, I have you."

"What about your baby apple?" Your hair still stands on the back of your neck as she uses her high-pitched cute voice - you need to get used to it.

"Depends, is that a Yves thing or a you thing?"

She plants a kiss on you, soft and sweet, with a little sting from the needy nibble on your lip at the end - it was everything you loved about her.

"Neither, it's a "for you only" thing."

Yeah, you'll get used to it.

A/N: Named the story Caterpillar because it could work as a prequel to Butterfly (although she is called Yves there, oh well). Pretty fluffy and kinda cliche storyline because I think she is a cutiepie and a total softie underneath. Thanks for reading!

[haik-choo]

request: i read your haikyuu as boyfriend headcannons and 🥺 they were so cute!! if you don’t mind can i get some hcs of your first kiss with noya and hinata 💞

a/n: yess!!!! YES!!!!! your mind...i decided to do all of the first years and add in noya because i really wanna,,,ALSO THESE ARE KIND OF LIKE SCENARIOS??? AGAGAG

@dearkozume because you wanted me to tag you in posts!!! <3

[FIRST KISSES WITH KARASUNO FIRST YEARS + NOYA]

-nishinoya, hinata, kageyama, yamaguchi, tsukishima

nishinoya yuu.

he’d kiss you when walking with you, his mind would probably already be filled with thoughts about kissing you when he realizes you’re giving signs of wanting to be kissed and he. panics

has probably been dating you for a week and keeps on thinking about how to kiss you

he doesn’t want to be pushy and kiss you when you’re not ready, but baby really wants to kiss you

but he won’t if you’re not ready! 

but you’ll be walking back from practice with him, hands intertwined as he complains about tsukishima being an ass or something

and all of a sudden he notices that you aren’t responding like you usually do, not even an ‘uhuh’ or a ‘mhmm’

and he just looks over at you to see if you’re okay, and he notices that you’re literally just staring at him, seemingly not even noticing that he’s stopped talking

and he stops walking and realizes that you’re not just staring at him,,,,,,you’re staring at his lips

WHEN I TELL YOU HE ALMOST SHITS HIMSELF. HE’S BEEN PREPARING AND EVEN TOLD HIMSELF THAT IT WOULD BE LIKE A MONTH BEFORE YOU WERE READY BUT YOU’RE GIVING THE SIGNNNNSSSSS

he takes his hand from yours and grabs your shoulders and pulls you in really close, and his breath shakes when he opens his mouth; you’re a little shocked, but in a good way 

“can i please kiss you?” 

it’s a whisper, and his eyes are wide and his cheeks are painted red; you can even feel his fingers twitch on your shoulders, which is cute because he never gets nervous

and you just...nod

and he nods back at you, closes his eyes, and you close yours. and his lips gently press against yours in the middle of the sidewalk, it’s nighttime, and it just feels so right

he pulls away, his face a mixture of “did i just fuck up” and “OHEIHGroigerngrGUvk” and it has to be the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen. and you wanna see it again sometime soon

just not when he looks like he’s about to pass out from the nerves

“w-....was that good?” he’d nervously ask, his hands still gripping your shoulders, and you’d just nod and laugh, kissing his cheek and intertwining his fingers with yours again before starting down the street

“it was perfect, yuu. let’s do it against sometime.”

“yEAH o-OKAY” (he says as his voice cracks)

hinata shoyo. 

you’d kiss him at night, in his room with no one home, it’s a chaotic kiss because he probably doesn’t see it coming, like at all, and he does something stupid before melting

you guys are used to being at one another’s house like,,,,all the time

you’ve been friends since his middle school says, and when he told you he was going to karasuno, you decided you’d go too

and now that you’re dating, it’s all basically the same. except you wanna kith him and he wanna kith you but you guys are each other’s firsts and just.awkwardness pursues

you’re at his house, but natsu is out with his mom getting groceries for dinner that night (you’re staying over for the night because it’s a friday)

and you’re waiting for hinata to be done with his shower, just finishing up the homework for the weekend so you can 1) spend time with your boyfriend and 2) so you can help him with his homework later

“y/n, have you seen the lotion anywhere?” he calls from the bathroom

“oh, yeah, give me a sec” and you get up and open the door, remembering you put it in the cabinet instead of on the counter, and you just stop,

his hair is wet and he has a towel on his shoulders, his cheeks red from the heat of his shower, his eyes raking over the counter and shelves

“i-its in the bottom cabinet” you manage, and he smiles and opens to cupboard, laughing, “why’d you put it there?” 

his voice is just. perfect. it’s smooth from the steam and yet it’s still a little grainy

and you briefly wonder what it would sound like after a make out session bUT YOU STOP YOURSELF

“what’re you staring at???” he tilts his head to the side and just. doesn’t realize your heart is beating out of your goddamn chest

and you decide to just go for it

in one swift step you’re right up next to him, both hands on his cheeks to bring him down and kiss him, his eyes are wide, not really processing what’s happening, and he’s pretty shocked

so shocked, in fact, that he drops the bottle of lotion on your foot

“OW whAT THE HELKE”

“AH IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO --”

you sigh and hold your foot, jokingly saying “you could’ve just told me you didn’t want to kiss instead of smashing my big toe, shoyo --” but he doesn’t even let you finish before he dives in for a second kiss, lips tightly pursed together, inexperienced, but eager, hands squishing your face

and he pulls away, his large eyes staring straight at yours, breath ragged and ears glowing red

“hehe, shoyo, you’re getting your wet hair all over my face”

“sorry i just really wanted to kiss you again” 

kageyama tobio. 

he kisses you because he just can’t take it anymore. it’s probably out at a park after he’s done practicing, and it’s unexpected because he doesn’t know how to do anything; but he goes for it anyway because he just wants to let you feel how much he loves you

i’m surprised he even has an s/o anyway--

he texts you saying ‘hey can you come to the park with me. i was practicing with the idiot but he left because it was late and now’

‘now???’

‘i’m lonely :(’

and now here you are, sitting on a bench, laughing with kageyama as he tries to practice by himself 

“kageyama! it’s already nine pm, take a break and then let’s get something to eat”

he reluctantly nods and moves to sit next to you on the bench

you smile up at him and lace your fingers with his, resting your head on his shoulder and staring at the night sky, peacefully thinking

and kageyama is sure you can hear his heart beat like a drum against his chest

he texted you because he wanted to kiss you but he didn’t know how to say that, and chickened out and just said he was lonely

kageyama knows that he’s not experienced, and that if you were in a relationship with someone like tsukishima or sugawara you’d have already kissed by now

and he’s just...so thankful that you’re so patient with him, and that you respect his boundaries

and he knows that you’ve probably been wanting to kiss him, and damnit, he wants to kiss you too

so he just tests the waters...and just kisses your temple, causing your head to shoot up in shock, because he never kisses you

and you can’t even say anything now because his beautiful steel blue eyes are staring at you so intensely that your breath is stolen from you 

before you know it, he leans down and firmly presses his lips against yours

but he doesn’t pull away for a few seconds, which you don’t mind because fuCK hE”S KISSING YOU YES

but then a few more seconds go by

and then a few more 

and then you finally pull away, “kageyama?” but he doesn’t respond and then you get a good look at his face and almost burst out laughing because it’s literally SO RED

his brows are furrowed together, his lips are tight, and his cheeks are so pink and he just softly mutters out, “i didn’t know how long to kiss you for and then i freaked out because i thought it was too long and i froze up please don’t break up with me i’ve never done this before--” and you cut him off with a kiss that, this time, only lasts for a few seconds

“there. is that better?”

and he can barely manage a nod with how hard and fast his heart is beating

tsukishima kei.

he’d kiss you the morning after you’ve slept over, both tired and lazily watching tv with a cup of joe in his hand and breakfast in your lap, a warm atmosphere taking over you both

it’s probably a sunday morning, and you and tsukishima are sitting on his couch with the tv playing a documentary on dinosaur fossils after you wake up from spending the night 

and he had a cup of coffee in a white mug with a stegosaurus decal on it, and you have a finished plate of toast on your lap 

“did you know that a stegosaurus’ brain was the size of a dog’s?” he mindlessly says, taking a sip of coffee

you hum and look up at him, taking him in with all his glory. his hair is messy and slightly curled at the end now that let it grow out a bit, his glasses were slipping from his nose and his typical piercing eyes were less so, now seeming just a little tired

but your eyes got caught on his lips, and how the coffee left them with a wet sheen

it had already been a month of dating, you had met him when you both took the same extracurricular class in college (’art before the modern ages’ it was called, all about art from the cavemen period and around there) 

after suffering through the boring lectures from a rather untalented professor, he ended up asking you out to coffee one day (surprising you) 

and now here you were, sitting with your sides touching, heart beating in synch

‘well. might as well kiss him’, you thought

“hey, kei, put your mug down real quick” “???okay, weirdo.”

he gently places his cup on the coffee table in front of you both, and he looks over at you expectantly “why'd you wan--” but alas, his words are cut off as you pull him down on top of you, your back hitting the cushions with a soft ‘thud’

but despite having the confidence to initiate pulling him on top of you, his honey eyes are wide and right in front of yours and you didn’t plan for them to be so mesmerizing

needless to say. it’s silent and awkward before he opens up his mouth to tease you

“so you aren’t going to kiss me?” he’d say with a smirk, before rolling his eyes and repositioning himself so his lips are hovering right over yours

“guess i’ll have to do it myself” 

and he laces his fingers with yours as he kisses you passionately. the sun is filtering in, and it looks like he has a halo of light coming from behind his blonde head of hair. it’s so breathtaking that you just close your eyes and lose yourself in the feeling of him on top of you

he pulls away from you with eyes filled with love, something you’ve noticed he’s giving you a lot lately, and gives you a small, genuine smile

“god, i have to do everything around here”

“oh my gOD shut up” 

yamaguchi tadashi. 

he’d kiss you when you’re doing something domestic together, like making dinner together when you both are blaring music in the kitchen and you’re crushing him with the back hugs you love to give

“tadashi, the salt is in the cabinet above you head!”

“thanks, baby!” 

he’s stirring the pot for the spaghetti, putting salt in the boiling water before he puts in the angel hair

and you’re finishing up the homemade sauce, deicing to let it simmer for a few minutes while you decide to go and bother tadashi 

“mmmm, that smells good, baby!” you say as you go behind him, peering over his shoulder. he laughs and shakes his head, “it’s just pasta” you shrug, “still smells good.”

the domestic scene just fills your heart with so much content that you’ve just GOT to let it out

and you want to let it out on your wonderful boyfriend, tadashi 

so you press your face in the back of his olive green sweater, letting your hands slowly slip over his sides and across his stomach, interlacing your fingers together before letting out a sigh of satisfaction

you almost giggle at the way his body tenses up and he twtiches in your hold

“wha-what’re you doing! you’re going to make me burn the spaghetti!” 

“you can’t burn spaghetti, tadashi”

“watch me!”

“i can’t help it, you just smell like...”

“like what?” he’d ask, his face red as he finally pours in the pasta, the corners of his mouth poking upwards

“like my future husband~” CUE HIM DROPPING THE BOX IN THE WATER, BABY BOY IS SO SUPRISED

“w-WE’VE ONLY BEEN DATING FOR TWO WEEKS, I--”

“i”M KIDDING TADASHI AGAGAGAA CHILL OUT” 

a few seconds pass, and his heart is still going a thousand miles per hour, you know because you can hear it thumping against your hands that are now on his chest

you start to giggle, face propping up on his shoulder

he can’t help it, and he starts to laugh too, laughing at how he gets flustered so easily when it comes to you 

and after a minute of loud tear-inducing laughter, he finally just turns around and wraps his arms around your waist, his eyes staring down lovingly at you and your dazzling smile

time slows to a stop, and you both just lean in at the same time, lips connecting at the halfway point, perfectly. he’s smiling against your lips, scrunching up your shirt in his grip. :(((( this is so cute

and his heart jumps a little at the way your hands fist his shirt, and he thinks about how he could do this all night (which he will) before he separates from you with hearts in his eyes, placing his chin on the top of your head

“uh, i think you burned the spaghetti babe??? how the hell--”

“i TOLD YOU THAT YOU DISTRACT ME” 

[ushiwakaout]

Metal arm! Izuku Midoriya

Genre: Nsfw || porn with plot

⚠️ Warnings: MHA Manga spoilers + leaks || assumption theory 

Words: 

Fem! Reader

Characters have been aged up

Okay Let me get this out of the way... DEKU LOST HIS ARM AND IT HAS BEEN REPLACED WITH A METAL ONE! OKAY?! THAT IS MY THEORY and it probably will happen or we find out that deku’s actual quirk has been regeneration this whole time bc his body been threw so much to the point where he should be dead- it’s not just only UAs cute little nurse he might have a quirk that just regenerates his bones and he never knew bc deku never broke a bone until OFA. 

Okay let’s assume this most recent arc is over. 

Shigaraki has been defeated and gigantica has been taken down

Everyone is okay, alive and hospitalized.

If you’re injured its probably because you got pushed away from grand torino who protected you from protecting bakugo, 

it was the situation where you bare hugged him and yall went tumbling into the gravel, now you have a lot of scars and gashes on your back

You def. passed out when you ran up to Izuku and his fucking arm was missing, he freaked out too bc black whip created like an alter arm and passed out too when he saw that his arm was missing

put in the same room to rest, it probably takes you a few days to get up from your hospital bed due to your injuries, def had a dislocated shoulder after protecting bakugou

You don’t blame him and hes like “GOOD, YOU’RE DUMB ASS GOT IN THE WAY, IT’S YOUR FAULT” low key grateful 

Out of all the students, Izuku took the longest to get out of the hospital but by the time he has discharged a metal arm was ready for him at his dorm (you’ll have to thank hatsume later)

you’re obviously there with him when it’s just lounging on his bed with instructions on how to put it on

“You’re lucky it’s your left arm bc it would have been pretty bad if you lost the right”

He just looks at you and is like “Really y/n? I lost an arm! I think that pretty bad!” pouty baby when you say “it could be worse?”

You put it on him and the tech crawls onto his skin and attaches itself, you look at the instructions and pull on his shirt, “Take it off.” 

boy get red red, but you roll you eyes while he’s muttering off words and you just take off his shirt while he’s muttering, 

you connect a while to the back of his elbow and then to a certain section on his neck where hatsume instructed 

Izuku is still muttering nothing that the metal arm is now moving how it usually would if he was muttering

you bonk him on the head and he’s like >< 3 >< “Why’d you hit me y/n?!”

he’s rubbing his head with the metal arm and the boy doesn’t even fucking realize it so you legit have to have it in front of him and hes like “OH 😲 WHEN DID THAT GET THERE?!” 

“You’re lucky you’re cute Zuku.”

While he’s getting used to it there’s a few malfunctions

Say when you guys are cuddling, you’ll feel his left arm start to fondle your chest, he can’t feel what he’s gripping but he knows he’s gripping something, he really do be thinking it’s your arm.

You’re blushing like crazy and you’re like “Um Zuku... are- Do you know what you’re doing right now?”

He’s kinda sleepy so he kinda hums and looks over your shoulder to see what he’s been caressing

HE WILL THOW HIMSELF OUT OF YOUR BED OR HIS BED AND GET ON HIS KNEES AND APOLOGIZE LIKE CRAZY probably will start crying for forgiveness 

it happens several times before he’s able to control it

once you guys get older- say you’re over with UA (graduated) and you guys have free time and you’re making out, he obviously loses his train of thought of controlling his arm

it roams from gipping your butt to holding your neck

Izuku gets flustered and mutters a few sorrys while pulling away but you stop him. “Why don’t you let it go free for tonight... I- I’m actually curious.” 

He almost blows a fuse just looking at you wrap his metal fingers around your neck again. 

You DO NOT regret it

you’re naked at this point on his lap 

His metal arm has always been a turn on, and now more than ever

He’s making you ride his thigh while his metal fingers wrap around your pretty little neck, pulling you towards his kisses while his right hand is holding your hip, moving you when it seems like you would stop

When he pulls away from the kiss, your lips are plum are red with a string of your hot saliva. You’re eyes are glazed over and you look at him with a pout

“You’re so pretty riding my thigh princess, but I think you’ve had enough.”

 When he pick you up with his left arm, you whine- you’re pussy feeling sore from grinding on his thigh

He lays you on the bed, you’re brain is already mush bc you’ve cummed on his thigh already and you’re high has calmed down

But he’s obviously not gonna stop there

He laid you down on the bed for a reason and you haven’t even noticed that he’s already in-between your thighs

you’re body twitches when his tongue flicks you’re sensitive bud

you let out a whine when he reaches out with his metal arm to pinch your breast. the feeling is cold but you like it.

the atmosphere is quiet bc Izuku is focused on making you cum, and you’re already kinda out of it 

the only noise you can hear is the way his fingers slick inside you, curling their way onto your g-spot and making your body twitch.

A light moan escaped your lips, reaching out for a first full of his green hair. 

His lips suck on your clit, his breath is hot a his tongue swirls around for your arousal.

His metal arms isn’t on your chest anymore but pressing down of your tummy while he fingers you. he wants you to feel how deep his fingers are. He wants you to know where his fingers reach when you’re at the peak of orgasm but he doesn’t let you cum

and when he’s watching you come down from your denied orgasm, he’s pumping his cock slowly with his metal arm and it just makes you so horny again

you’re begging him to let you suck his cock and he obviously lets you, he couldn’t deny his princess

his metal arm reaches for the back of your head to grab a fist full of hair and he makes you deep throat his cock while tears brim in your eyes when you look up at him

he pulls you back because he doesn’t want to cum in your mouth so he pulls you up and he sits down at the edge of the bed, in front of the mirror

he makes you sit on his cock, but your not facing him, your facing the mirror and his hands are under your knees so he can sink you down onto his cock while you watch

a/n: GOD DUKENWJAISAISUSUSGJAUSHSHSUXWUWU I WANT TO SIT ON HIS COCK SO BAD HES SO HOR GOD DAMNIT UGHA HE WOULD BE SO GENTEL AND TO DEMANDING WHILE FUCKINF GAH DAMNIT

kisses any part of your skin that he can reach while he’s fucking you

“One more orgasm, come on baby, you can do it...”

“That’s my good girl, you love my cock don’t you?”

“Say you love me baby girl.”

“I love seeing you stupid all over my cock baby, you’re so good for me, so fucking good for me.”

OVERALL METAL ARM IZUKU IS HOT AS HELL AND I WANT HIM TO RAIL ME THANK YOU

[ashleybenlove]

Title: Hiccup, Your Ear is Bleeding

Prompt: Whump + Ear Injury

Summary: Hiccup is bleeding from his ear.

Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon

Pairing: None

Word Count: 628

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Ear Injuries, Mention of Breasts

Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.

Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. Written for Bad Things Happen Bingo @badthingshappenbingo for the space “Ear Injury” and for How To Train Your Dragon Creative Week @httydcreativeweek2021​ / @ldrmas​ Day 3, August 18: “Whump”. Shoutout to @temo-l​ on tumblr (FeatherDragon on AO3) for suggesting barotrauma, which is what I meant for this to be. This takes place during Race to the Edge, with some inspiration from Gold Rush (so maybe set roughly around there). This is also on AO3.

And it is below.

“Oh, gods damnit,” Snotlout said, watching as Hiccup slowly walked into the Clubhouse, Toothless by his side. The way Hiccup walked was a little wobbly. Snotlout continued to look at Hiccup carefully.

 Snotlout swatted in the direction of Astrid, who he knew was nearby, catching skin and fabric.

 “What?!” Astrid hissed. “You hit my boob!”’

 “Hiccup!” Snotlout exclaimed, ignoring her. “Why the fuck are you bleeding from one ear?!”

 Astrid let out an exclamation of shock.

 Hiccup did not respond to them. However, Toothless looked in their direction. Very wearily.

 Snotlout exclaimed Hiccup’s name again.

 Nope. No response.

 So, he and Astrid both swarmed Hiccup, standing in front of him, making sure he could see them.

 They both said his name loudly.

 “What?!” Hiccup yelled.

 “What’s wrong with your ear?!” Snotlout asked, loudly. “You’re bleeding from it!”

 Snotlout sighed loudly, took a finger and touched Hiccup’s ear, specifically the auricle. Hiccup let out a yelp in response and Toothless growled at Snotlout (Snotlout was not surprised by this) but soon after, Snotlout pulled his finger back and showed Hiccup.

 Snotlout’s finger had blood on it; Hiccup’s ear was bleeding.

 Hiccup’s eyes widened.

 Snotlout sighed and carefully walked him towards the table.

 “I’ll go get Fishlegs,” Astrid said, with an exasperated tone of voice, striding towards Stormfly.

 Yeah, Snotlout felt that.

 When they reached the table, Snotlout helped Hiccup sit down and then sat beside Hiccup, on the same side as Hiccup’s bleeding ear, keeping an eye on it.

 Toothless was nearby as well.

 “You gonna tell me what happened?” Snotlout asked Toothless.

 “Hey, cool, Hiccup’s bleeding from his ear!” Tuffnut said, having walked into the Clubhouse with his twin.

 “Wow!” Ruffnut said.

 “How’d that happen?” Tuffnut asked, his eyes on Hiccup’s ear.

 “We’ll probably find out when Fishlegs gets here,” Snotlout said. “Hiccup can’t really hear us, and Toothless isn’t gonna tell me how this happened.”

 Toothless grumbled at him.

 The twins got into Hiccup’s line of sight and waved at him.

 Hiccup moved his head to nod and yelped, causing the three of them to cringe and for Toothless to growl again.

 Hiccup waved at them instead.

 A few minutes passed, and Astrid and Fishlegs were walking into the Clubhouse. Both were carrying various items, with Fishlegs also carrying what looked to be parchment and a writing utensil.

 The twins went over to help the two of them with the items.

 “Why’d you bring these?” Ruffnut pointing out the parchment and pencil.

 “So, Hiccup can talk to us,” Fishlegs said simply.

 Ruffnut shrugged and placed the parchment and pencil in front of Hiccup.

 “Snotlout, I need that seat,” Fishlegs said.

 “Fine,” Snotlout said. He got up and then sat on the table so he could watch what was going on.

 “Toothless, you’re also in the way,” Astrid said. “Go sit with Snotlout.”

 Toothless gave her a displeased look and walked over to where Snotlout was. Using his tail, he swatted Astrid as he passed by her.

 Snotlout snorted.

 Fishlegs wrote on the parchment, “What happened?”

 He said it as well.

 Hiccup looked at it and started writing.

 “This feels like talking to Gothi,” Tuffnut noted.

 Hiccup finished writing after a time, and slid it back to Fishlegs.

 “‘Toothless flew very fast while diving into the water,’” Fishlegs read. “‘Not his fault. Don’t blame him.’”

 Fishlegs paused, and then wrote something down.

 “What are you telling him?” Snotlout asked. “I’m sure Toothless and us would like to know.”

 “I told him that it’s probably a pressure injury to his middle ear. We’ll have him take some medicine for it. And also clean his wound,” Fishlegs said. “He’s not to fly for a few days.”

 Fishlegs slid the paper to Hiccup.

 A pause while Hiccup read it.

 Finally: “FUCK!”

[mrspanky]

The Time We Lost: pt 2.

(Pt.1 here).

Jason Todd x Reader (female pov).

Content: Angst, language, and mentions of killing.

Readers note: I had fun with this hehe. It’s mostly just angst/romance and nothing explicit happens here but anyone is free to expand the end to nsfw content, I’m just not comfortable doing so personally. If you guys are interested I’ll do a part three! I’m loving this series so far and I have some ideas for continuations. Songs to listen to while reading: Honestly I just had Sober II (Melodrama) by Lorde on repeat while writing! Other songs I’d recommend that fit the storyline though, and not just the vibe, are are Scary Love by The Neighborhood, and If Only You Could Ease My Mind by Art of Sleeping.

𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫

You felt your face go white as you gaped at Jason entering the bedroom window. The red helmeted figure turned to face you and froze, standing tall and terrible, silhouetted by the storm outside sending lightning flashes through the sky. It felt like you were in a 1920’s horror movie. But you weren’t in a 20’s film, and the figure at the window was no Dracula. He didn’t move. “What are you doing here.” His voice was muffled because of the helmet and had a quality to it that told you he must have had a microphone in the mask he was using to make his voice clearer. It didn’t sound like him, but the way he pronounced his words was eerily the same as it had been. You shook off your nerves. “Hello to you too. You’ve been gone so long I thought it would’ve given you time to come up with a better opening line”.

You kicked yourself internally. You had no idea what mental state he was in, and here you were already giving him attitude. As you were worrying, he began to reach up to take off the helmet. A sense of dread overtook you. Would he be scarred? Would he even look like Jason anymore? He pulled it off slowly and ran his fingers through his hair. There was a grey streak in it that hadn’t been there before. “Wasn’t planning on seeing any of you again, sorry it slipped my mind.” Your heart sank. He looked so much older than he had, just as you’d noticed with yourself earlier in the mirror. Not in a wrong or crude way, necessarily, but it was a painful physical representation of the time you had both lost. “Were you just not going to let me know you were alive?” A strange sense of anger came over you. “Come on,” he smirked. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come back to haunt all you assholes?”

“So I’m an asshole now, is that it?” Casually, he took off his jacket and shirt and dropped them on the floor, then sat with his back to you on the bed, taking off his boots. “Maybe”. Infuriated, you exhaled sharply through your nose. “Jason, how the fuck am I the asshole here. You were gone for so long and then you just come back without a warning and start harassing Bruce, and you even have a new name and costume? I would’ve, and have killed during all this time just to hear your voice one more time. To hear you say you were ok. That you survived and that you were coming back...to...to us, ...but nothing! You were dead! We didn’t...we didn’t know. We couldn’t find you. We couldn’t find you, and then we all broke. I broke. And…” tears were streaming down your face. “...and...I’m sorry”. He was very still for a moment, and then he stood and walked to the window.

With his back still to you, he silently looked out at the storm still clashing outside. You stared at him, feeling hopeless. Suddenly, a sensation began to overcome you out of nowhere. Raising your hand to your forehead, you unexpectedly began to feel yourself sway, and you crashed to the floor out of exhaustion. Jason turned around quickly. Confusion and then fear overtook him. He approached you quickly and kneeling over you; he checked your pulse. Relief flooded him as he felt your heart beating steadily at your neck. “She was terrified,” he thought, cursing himself. “Way to go, fucking zombie.”

He hadn’t known you before to be someone easily scared, so he felt even more frustrated. “Why’d she have to come here. I didn’t need her to see me like this. Bruce deserves to see what he could’ve prevented happening if he didn’t have such a fucking stupid moral code, but she didn’t do anything wrong. Hell, she even said she’d killed. I don’t even want that for her, though. Damnit”. He looked down at your flushed face. Despite himself, he’d missed you. He carefully reached down and picked you up, walking over to the bed. He laid you down, trying to be as delicate as he could. “Well, this is a fucking mess,” he thought to himself.

You woke up in the middle of the night. Your head hurt, and you were somewhere you didn’t recognize. Dazedly, you sat up in the bed you were in and glanced around, trying to make out your surroundings in the light coming from the faint and soft city glow from the window. Your eyes landed on a figure on the other side of the bed from you, facing away from you. You jumped, startled by the unexpected sight. Quick as a flash, the figure turned over and pinned you to the bed. You looked into the eyes above. You recognized it to be Jason, as his eyes widened slightly, and he let you go and got off you, sitting up. You started to get up and back away. “Wait, I’m sorry,” he said. Without thinking, Jason reached out and embraced you.

This was so out of character, and both of you were intimately aware. The unspoken gravity of his action hung in the air. Well, it wasn't precisely out of character. Jason was born a naturally emotionally in-tune and affectionate person, but years of pain had given him walls that even he couldn't break down. You gasped and froze. It had been so long. He didn’t let go, partially because he was in shock from what he’d just done and partly because he was in shock from being this close to you for the first time in ages. You could smell his familiar scent of cigarette smoke and that musky cologne he’d been wearing for forever. You melted and began to cry silently. This was definitely the most you’d cried in a short period of time since you could remember. He tried to want to let go because of his fear of being truly intimate with people, but his feelings betrayed him, and he pulled you closer, holding you tightly as you clung to him just as tightly. His eyebrows furrowed in pain as he remembered against his own will how much he’d genuinely missed you. Before he had died, you had been the only person he could always count on, no matter what.

You softly lifted your hands and reached up, touching his face for the very first time. It was softer than you had expected, but you felt a few little scars. You stared into his intense blue eyes. They had a faint ring of hazel around the pupil, and it faded into tones of green that you’d never noticed before that meshed with the blue, creating a complex layering of colors that reminded you of the sky, sea, and earth, all coming to meet each other. He was so beautiful. Your stomach hurt from how badly you just wanted to absorb him to yourself forever and never let him be hurt again. You badly wanted to be closer to him, but you weren’t sure if kissing him was a good idea. He lightly inhaled, taken aback by your hand on his face, once again startled by the first positive physical contact he’d experienced since he couldn’t remember when. He gazed back at you, taking in every detail of your sad face. You were so ethereal in the lighting from the window, like a sorrowful angel from a stormy Renaissance painting.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He missed you. He really fucking missed you, and he wanted you. “Fuck it,” he thought. No more pushing this feeling down. Before he could change his mind, he reached forward and grabbed your face with both of his hands, sore from fighting but strong, and brought both of your lips into a harsh and desperate collision. You froze with shock, lighting spreading through your body. He was so strong and savage. And yet, he was tender. You felt that he’d been just as desperate for you as you’d been for him. “After all of the time we’ve lost,” you thought. You melted into him once more, kissing him back with the same level of desperation, as he brought his one hand to the back of your head and grabbed your hair, his other hand not leaving your cheek. You breathed heavily in between kisses. “This cannot be real,” you thought.

[thepancakeboi]

An Unexpected Growth Spurt

So it barely took five minutes before this idea by @hetyra sent me down the rabbit hole of getting ideas and hyperfocusing on it rather than my current stuff. Whoops? No regrets. These types of fun reactions, where Ren is being such a goddamn menace towards Goro, are among my favorite to write. I will disclose this right now: I know very little about the storyline of Persona 5 Strikers outside of “sequel set in the summer after Persona 5 events″. As a result, it’s only there as a timing thing and a reference, but it’s fine. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this writing that gave me dopamine and serotonin in spades!

01/01/2018, 10:39 AM > Ren: Meiji Shrine it is! I can’t wait to see you.

I keep looking at that last text over and over as I stand here by the torii, awaiting Ren’s arrival. It’s been over a year since I last saw him. I’m lucky I was even able to get in touch with him, but...was coming here a mistake?

I’m not the type to get nervous, but I never thought I would see him again. With everything that happened between us, he shouldn’t even want to meet up with me. That and he probably assumed I was dead. The last time I saw him was in the engine room of Shido’s Palace. That place should have been my grave, yet somehow I had survived. I hadn’t told anyone. Truth be told, I hadn’t wanted anyone to know I was alive.

I...simply wanted to disappear.

Even now, I have the urge to leave before I can potentially reunite with Ren. Whatever had come over me last night, in that spur of the moment decision to text Ren after a year of silence, is gone. This whole idea is a mistake. He has much better ways to spend his time than wasting it on me. He’s probably been with his precious friends doing who knows what. There’s no way he needs someone like me in his life. He’s got all the people he could ever want. That’s it. I’m leaving now, before-

“Goro? Is that you?”

I freeze. His voice is a little deeper than I remember, but I would know it anywhere. I turn around, my heart leaping in my chest at seeing Ren. Although he’s not wearing his glasses this time, he hasn’t changed a bit. Even his hair is as unkempt as ever. It’s almost like I went back in time, to days where I wasn’t his (attempted) murderer. There are so many things I want to say, but all I can manage is a simple, “Hey, Ren.”

And he grins. Yet another thing that hasn’t changed: that beautiful smile. I can tell he’s barely stopping himself from running and pulling me into a hug as he approaches. I’m thankful for his restraint. There’s no telling what my reaction would have been. “Hi, Akeppi.”

I huff, shaking my head. “I was hoping you forgot that damn nickname.” And me as well, some small part of me silently adds.

“You know you like it.” Smug as ever, the menace. “I missed you. Where have you been? You never told me.”

Straight to the point, I see. I had very purposefully avoided the dogged questions about how I was alive or where I’d been. It didn’t seem like the type of thing to discuss through instant messages. This needed to be a face-to-face conversation. “I was at a rehab center, believe it or not.”

“You were?”

Nodding, I force myself to continue. He deserves to know what happened. “It’s outside of Tokyo...and it’s where my mother would go. I went there on Christmas Eve without an appointment, but they accepted me anyway. The only time I had left between then and now was when I heard word that you were being detained.”

“Oh?”

“I couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. After all, you did change Shido’s heart for me. So, I helped your friends track down the woman in your assault case.”

“Wait, did they know you were alive and didn’t tell me?”

“No, nothing like that,” I reassure him, letting Ren know that his friends hadn’t kept my survival a secret from him. “I gave them what information I could find, anonymously, of course. They probably wouldn’t have accepted it if they knew who it came from.”

“Come on, give them a little more credit than that.”

I don’t think I can, especially when two of my victims had been Futaba Sakura’s mother and Haru Okumura’s father. “Either way, what about you? You’re a third-year now, yes?”

“Yeah. A lot’s happened since...” He stops for a moment. Something tells me the reason he stopped isn’t pleasant. Could it be he was about to say “since our last fight”, or something of that caliber? He quickly snaps out of it, though, beaming once again as he continues. “Oh, I saved Christmas by summoning satan to shoot god in the face!”

If he were any other person, I might have figured him insane. Even so, I can’t hide my surprise as I stammer, “You...what?”

“We went into the depths of Mementos to find its treasure. Never want to go there again. And then we fought the holy grail, which was really a god who was controlling everyone. I summoned this huge Persona, Satanael, and we shot god in the face!”

I chuckle at that. It all sounds so impossible, yet anything’s possible in the Metaverse. “If only I could have seen such a sight.” Upon seeing Ren’s melancholy look, I quickly add, “What else happened after that?”

“I went back home in March.” He doesn’t seem too thrilled about that detail. I know he preferred living at Leblanc over with his own parents, who never seemed to contact him while he was on probation. “And then I came back for summer vacation with the rest of the Phantom Thieves. But then the Metaverse came back, and these places called Jails were showing up, and...well, it’s a long story.”

“Perhaps for another time. Your life certainly has been interesting.”

“I wish you could’ve been there, but I’m happy you’re still alive. I...didn’t know what happened to you. Everyone else thought you were dead, but I just couldn’t believe it. I kept hoping that you weren’t. I really did miss you, Goro.” And I believe it, somehow.

“I apologize for not contacting you until yesterday. I know I should have. I cannot imagine what you must have gone through, and-”

“It’s okay!” he replies, a little too quickly. It makes me wonder how he handled my supposed death. I won’t pry. If he wants to tell me one day, it’ll be when he wants. He finally pulls me into the hug he’s likely been waiting for this whole time, gently running his fingers through my hair. “Your hair’s shorter than before.”

“Is that a problem?” I know it’s only a simple observation, but I can’t help but assume he doesn’t like it.

“No. I just noticed. That’s all. You look cute with short hair.”

“I’m not cute,” I immediately retort.

“Are too.”

“Well, you haven’t changed a-” I pause. Some small detail is pulling at my attention, but what is it? “Wait a minute. Did you...?”

“Did I what?” he asks, clearly as confused as I am.

I move out of his embrace to back up a few steps, looking at his footwear. He isn’t wearing heels, which means... “Have you...grown since we last saw each other?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, a little. Why?”

“How much?”

“I dunno, five centimeters?”

“Damnit,” I hiss. “Who said you were allowed to have a growth spurt!?”

Clarity lights up his face as he realizes the reason for my irritable reaction. “Oh, right. You hated when I was taller as Joker. Does it bother you that I’m taller than you now?”

“Shut up.”

He laughs. “I love it. It’s nice seeing you as the smaller one.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

He fake gasps. “He swore! Are you angy, my adorable little detective?” he asks, his voice sounding all cutesy. Goddamn menace.

“What do you think!?”

He is obviously smug that he’s now taller than me by two centimeters. His grin only widens as he pats my head. I try to smack his hand away, but he moves it away before I can. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Even more so since I’m taller than you.”

“Infuriating as ever,” I snarl, my patience running thin. He’s being so cocky that I want to fucking strangle him. “I should wear heels just to be the taller one.”

“I don’t think you could.”

“Is that a challenge, Ren?”

“I dunno.” He shrugs, but I see right through the gesture. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “You tell me, detective. Is it a challenge?”

“I think it is, and I don’t intend to lose. I can and will wear heels. Watch me.”

“Even if you did, I could just wear heels as well,” he replies with a shit-eating grin to match his tone, “and run in them, too.”

I sigh in frustration, crossing my arms. I hate that I know he’s right. The Metaverse is enough indication of that. “You little shit.”

“You’re the little one, not me.”

“Shut up, Ren.”

“Make me,” he says as he gets right in my face, smirking as I instinctively lean back. “You could always kiss me into silence.”

There’s no hiding my flushed reaction to his suggestion. “You fucking wish, you idiot,” I snap, trying to ignore just how hot my face feels.

“Yeah, I do, my little tsundere pancake.”

Oh, of course, he had to mention the pancakes. Of fucking course. “I hate you so much.”

“I still don’t believe you. We both know that’s a lie.”

“Damn you and your two centimeters,” I say right before I recklessly kiss him on the lips.

I can see the ever so slight surprise on Ren’s face. He hides it well. His mirth at the unexpected kiss is clear as he asks, “Now, was that really so bad?”

“Yes.” No.

“Why’d you do it, then?”

“To get you to shut up.” I’ve been wanting to for a while now.

“Sure, sure,” he laughs. “Hey, would you want to get some lunch together? My treat.”

I’m glad he asked first. Truth be told, I wanted an excuse to spend more time with him. I’ve missed Ren more than I care to admit. “Sounds delightful. You can choose the location, but I’m paying.”

“Hey, no. I’m buying lunch, and you can’t stop me.”

“I’m paying, and that’s final.”

“Okay, how about we leave it up to chance? Whoever ends up with the bill pays. Deal?”

“Very well. You have a deal.” I’m still not letting him pay, though, even if it means resorting to more...underhanded methods.

He takes my hand in his, the small gesture of affection almost causing me to tear up. No one’s cared about me like Ren has. I don’t deserve it, but I doubt arguing that with him would get anywhere. It would be fruitless. All I can hope is that he’ll be happy around me.

And, for the first time in a year...I smile.

[omnivorousshipper]

Hey Omni!! Since it's closer to Xmas, what fun mistletoe shenanigans would the Shaw siblings get into with their partners 😉😏😏

Hey friend! Sorry I'm getting this out so late! Work has been keeping me busy along with finals 😭 And I love this prompt! The Shaws will always be messing with their partners, no matter the season!

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Hattie

Ramsey had been looking everywhere in Nowhere for a while now. Finally, she arrived at the training area where the agents could practice shooting. Ramsey saw Hattie sitting on a bench and polishing a gun

"There you are," Ramsey smiled and sat next to her. Leaning over, she met Hattie halfway for a kiss and couldn't help but smile even harder. "We were supposed to have lunch together."

"Sorry, had to do something first." Hattie told her, and Ramsey raised an eyebrow when she the mischievous glint in her eye

"And what's that?"

"Here, I'll show you."

Leading Ramsey by the hand, Hattie led her towards the targets. Dropping Ramsey's hand, Hattie instead raised her gun at one of the targets

Ramsey watched in curiosity. Hattie rarely showed her her prowess at shooting. Why did she want to show her today?

Hattie put her finger on the trigger and fired

Ramsey jumped at the gun shot and stared at where the bullet hit the target

And frowned

"What the bloody hell did you shoot at it?" She looked at Hattie, completely confused

"Go check." Hattie smiled at her widely

Sending a suspicious glance towards her girlfriend, Ramsey did just that. She could feel Hattie following her as she got closer to the target

Squinting, Ramsey let out a small giggle. Turning back to Hattie, she said

"If you wanted me near a mistletoe, you could have done something much simpler."

"It wouldn't have been as fun."

Hattie smirked and stepped into Ramsey's space. Without prompting, Ramsey raised her arms and wrapped them around Hattie's neck

Leaning close, Hattie placed her lips against Ramsey's and they both let the world fall away

Owen

Walking and texting, Roman didn't bother looking up as he traveled through the halls. All the agents that worked there knew to get out of his way

Mostly cause they didn't like having to interact with him or the rest of the crew

Roman could not fathom why they wouldn't want to. The crew was pretty awesome after all

So, Roman didn't see Owen running at him in a full sprint

Blissfully clicking on Candy Crush, Roman wasn't expecting Owen to grab on his arm

"Ro! Run!"

"What-?!"

Roman almost flung his phone because of the panic he heard in Owen's voice and how hard he was pulling on his arm

Without thinking, Roman raced after Owen. Hand in hand, they went around countless corners, past dozens of freaked out agents, and down long corridors Roman's never even seen before

Roman felt his lungs burning and his legs tiring by the time they finally started to slow down. Once Owen let them come to a full stop, Roman was nearly folded in half with his hands on his knees

"What the fuck?" Roman panted

"I really need to take you on more runs." Owen said and tilted his head to the side with curiosity

"Fuck off." Roman glared up at him. "What the hell were we running from?"

"Nothing." Owen shrugged

"What?!" Roman yelped and stood up straight quickly and shoved his face into Owen's. "Why'd you make me run then?"

"Because of that." Owen pointed upwards

Following where Owen was pointing, Roman's eyes widened when he saw the mistletoe hanging over their heads

Looking back down, Roman saw the large grin on Owen's face

Rolling his eyes, Roman stepped even closer and grabbed Owen's hips. Pulling his boyfriend closer, Roman glared at him

"You did not need to all this to get me to kiss you."

"Yes, but I wanted to." Owen whispered against Roman's lips

"You're annoying."

"But you still love me."

"For some reason." Roman mumbled

Without another word, Roman smashed theirs lips together

Deckard

It was one of Luke's rare days off and he was trying to enjoy it to the fullest. Which meant sleeping until the afternoon

Rubbing sleep out of his eyes, Luke walked into the kitchen and wasn't too surprised to see Deckard in there already

The only issue was Deckard was standing on his tippy toes and trying to reach one of Luke's tallest cabinets

"Need some help, princess?" Luke asked and walked up behind him

"Why the bloody hell do you keep your spices up here?" Deckard hissed and kept trying to reach a small jar of nutmeg. His fingers just barely brushed the glass and pushed it further back. "Damnit!"

"Here. Let me." Luke said and easily reached over Deckard's head and grabbed the jar. Handing it to Deckard, Luke smiled at the pout the smaller man sent him

"Either leave them in a different cabinet or buy a footstool." Deckard snapped

"Never really needed a footstool before you moved in." Luke shrugged and chuckled at the way Deckard simply glared harder at him

"Stop making fun of me and grab another spice down for me." Deckard demanded and turned away

"Which one?"

"It'll be the one full of green leaves."

Looking through the cabinet, Luke spotted another jar near the back. Grabbing it, Luke examined it and couldn't tell what kind of spice it was

Before he could ask Deckard, the smaller man was snatching it out of his hand and opening it

Watching with curiosity, Luke narrowed his brow when Deckard pulled on a leaf and it all came out at once

In Deckard's hand was mistletoe

"What?"

"It was above us." Deckard smirked and held the plant near their heads

"I cannot believe you, you small ass elf." Luke laughed and stepped closer. Taking the mistletoe, Luke raised it even higher above them. With his other arm, he wrapped it around Deckard's waist and pulled him close. "You could have just hung it up, you know."

"That would be too boring." Deckard smirked and leaned forward

Shaking his head, Luke leaned down and captured Deckard's lips with his own

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I hope you enjoyed friend!!

[fairlyspnfanfic]

A New Start - Part Six

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Dean was kissing me. Smoothly but hard all at the same time; devouring me.  Slowly, I began to melt into him, feeling the familiar pull of his hand on the small of my back coaxing me closer to him as our lips and tongues danced with each other. My hands found their way to his hips, feeling him relax into my touch and lean closer towards me.  His lips parted from mine as he began kissing his way down my neck, stopping at my collarbone to caress that ever-so-subtle dip of skin above it.  His lips felt so welcoming and warm. My uneven breathing grew deeper as I bent my neck and his kissing began to move down my sternum.

“I was on a job, what choice did I have?” Dean’s angry, defensive words rang in my head.  “It wasn’t like that and you know it.” Our last conversation was flooding back, pulling me out of the mindless lust I found myself in.  The look of his steely eyes staring at me as he told me what he’d done.  

“Dean, we can’t.” I panted.

“We can,” he said, his lips finding their way back up my neck.

“No, Dean. Stop.” My hands were on his abdomen now, pushing him away as gently but intently as I could. “Stop.”  

His hands fell away from me slowly, his fingertips lingering at my waist as he looked me in the eyes. I watched his jaw tense up as he swallowed hard; his breathing catching up and calming down.  

I pressed my palms into my eyes and drew my hands down to my cheeks.  “I can’t.” I paused. “I can’t-”

“You can’t what, Y/N? You can’t do this?”  He came ever so slightly closer to me.  “Come on, you can’t tell me you didn’t miss it.  Miss me.”  

I shook my head and let out an amused chuckle.  

“Cause I sure as hell missed you.” His voice held a tone of sincerity I’d rarely heard and I knew he was telling me the truth.

My eyes locked on his boots. The same logger boots with thick laces tied up high above his ankle. “I can’t stop picturing it.”  

“Stop talking and you won’t have to picture it. We can be recreating it.”  His hands were back on my waist as I shook my head again.

“No, Dean.  I can’t stop replaying that night in my head. You confirming. Me leaving.  And I just…” I took a deep breath.  “I can’t go through that again.  I won’t.  Knowing that you won’t be satisfied with just me?  Ever?  I can’t.” I attempted to walk around him, stepping to the side to gain some distance, but his strong hands pulled me back to him.

“I’ve thought about that day, and the days that lead up to it for three years now, Y/N.  And I wish I could change all of it.  Me being such a jerk, letting you leave, not running after you.  I was an idiot.”  

I smiled at him, resting my forehead against his own.  “I wish that were enough.”  

Dean pulled away from me, his expression confused. “I don’t…I don’t understand.” His blinked and I noticed the glassy sheen on his eyes.  The one that always appeared when he was moments from losing control of the feelings he’d been holding in. The same sheen that had turned to tears at so many times before.  

I took a deep breath and let it out quickly, knowing that what I had to say and his response to it could end the conversation as well as any hope of the intimacy that was taking place only seconds ago.  “You thought about changing me finding out.  My reaction.  Your reaction to my reaction.  But what about changing what you’d done before that?  What about regretting sleeping with her?”  

His face turned soft, his mouth slightly open as his glassy eyes quickly became teary eyes.  His tears fell slowly down his cheeks as he sniffed and looked up at the ceiling.  “Y/N…”  Hearing how breathless he was as my name passed his lips held me entranced. “I’d do anything to undo that night. To change all of it.  You?  You’re everything.  And I screwed it up.”  He looked back at me. “Son of a bitch, did I screw it up.  I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Do you hear me?”  I nodded slowly.  “You name it and I’ll do it.”

My heart was pounding so hard and so loudly. “I need a drink” I declared.  A smile played at the corner of his mouth. “I know just the thing.”  

Dean opened and closed three cabinets before finding the one with my liquor glasses and a bottle of Jameson. Grabbing two of the glasses, he set them on the table and poured.  “Drink up, cupcake” he said, holding his glass up to mine.  The obligatory clink of our glasses was followed by the slow burn of whiskey in my throat, warming me from the inside out.

“Thanks,” I almost whispered.  He nodded in response.  “Dean, I need to know why it happened. Or at least how. All I know is that it did.”  I wasn’t sure that it was my best idea. But surely knowing the details couldn’t make the situation any worse.  

“Y/N.” Dean again breathed my name as he poured us each another round.  “No.  It’s not important.”

“Well, so much for ‘I’ll do anything,’ then, huh?”  Irritation seeped its way into my words as I became less and less willing to control myself.

“Fine.  If you want to know, you can.” He tossed his drink back in one shot and swallowed hard. “We had split up. Sam and me.  We knew it was a Tunda but we didn’t know who it was or how to kill it.  None of the lore helped us with that.  Sam figured it was close enough to a Woman in White that we’d need to burn its bones or get it to consecrated ground. Thing is, we didn’t have a clue where it was. Just had the basics.”  I nodded, encouraging him to go on. “Sam went to the morgue to do some digging.  Try to find some clue as to where it was.  I stayed in the motel trying to get some research done.”  I raised my eyebrows skeptically. “What? I research.”  He poured another glass, took a deep breath and continued. “Around ten or so, there’s a knock at the motel room door.  I grab my gun, look out the window, and get a look at who it is. Open the door and let ‘em in.”  

“Wait, what?  You missed something there.  Why’d you let them in?”  

His eyes held mine again, his full glass in hand as he took a gulp.  “’Cause it was you.”

My mind raced.  How? What?  I knew a Tunda could shapeshift but this seemed unlikely.  “I know how it sounds.  But damnit, I swear to you it’s true.”

I considered his words. “Ok.”  

“Okay?  Okay like okay okay, or okay as in get the hell out of my house?”  

“Okay as in I’m still listening.” I sipped at my Jameson, patiently waiting to hear more.

Dean looked at me skeptically, but continued nonetheless. “I let them in the room. You know what happened from there.  Wasn’t until…Well until after that I noticed something was off.  Right about the time the thing jumped me, teeth bared and all. Sam came back around that time.  We ganked it and that was it.  Came home to you and the rest is…what it is I guess.”  

I downed the last half of my glass, refilling it just to shoot it back.  “Okay.”  

He sighed. “You gotta give me some other reaction to go on here, Y/N. You’re killin’ me.”  I picked my glass up and walked it over to the kitchen sink.  I set it down and felt Dean’s arms snaking their way around me, pulling me to turn around and face him. I hesitantly obliged.

“Say something. Please.” He implored me.

“I get it.  I still don’t like it.  I’m still not comfortable or happy.  But I get it.” He let out a breath of air at my words, pulling me to him and placing a kiss at my temple.  I breathed him in, savoring the scent of him.  He still smelled the same.  Pine, and sun, and freshly cut wood.  My head was swimming.  “Dean,” I moaned his name as if it were a lifeline reeling me home.

His lips were steadfastly on mine again, taking my breath away. His fingers ran through my hair, pulling my face closer to his, deepening the kiss and holding me captive.  His tongue touched my bottom lip, begging entry and I willingly obliged.  His scintillating mouth elicited feelings and sounds I hadn’t felt in years.  His fingers roamed my body from my hair to my neck, my back, sides, and every part of me yearned for him to be closer.

He deftly found the hem of my shirt and lifted it up and over my head, breaking the connection between our mouths for only a moment.  My body was vibrating as he wrapped his hands below my ass, grabbing my thighs and lifting me up until I was sitting on the counter of the kitchen. He pressed himself into me, allowing me to feel his excitement through only our clothes as a barrier.  A barrier that I desperately wanted to come down. My hands drifted down, unfastening his belt and making quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans.  I still had my uniform on, thankfully, as the restaurant approved skirt was easily pushed up to my hips by Dean’s demanding and powerful hands.  As soon as it was, I felt his fingers hooking into the elastic band of my panties and pull them down my legs until they dropped to the floor. It all felt so painstakingly slow and I desperately ached for him.  As if on cue, his arms wound around me, pulling himself into me as he lifted me from the counter and began lifting me up and down on top of him.  

The feeling was divine. Being filled by him again and the buildup of intensity that I knew would end the way it always had.  I cried out in pleasure; Dean moaned my name as if it were a prayer.  “The bed,” I told him. “Go to the bed.”  He walked across the room, never ceasing the movement of thrusting himself into me over and over.  He laid my back against the quilt and held me beneath him, his eyes locked with mine as he continued rhythmically carrying me over the metaphorical ledge.  “Oh fuck,” I whispered. Please,” I begged him, eager for my release. His lips found mine again as we orgasmed together.

We lay there together for minutes that seemed to pass in seconds while we caught our breath.  A bead of Dean’s sweat dripped down his arm that was holding himself up just barely above me, our chests pressed against one another. He leaned down, capturing my lips with his own in a gentle but passionate kiss.  “I love you, Y/N. Always have.” I smiled in return. “Come home?”

Part 7

[junosartsthetic]

A Curiosity

This was originally going to be part 1 of a multi-part fanfiction but I don’t think I’m going to finish it due to lack of motivation atm. Later on I might come back to this but for now it’s just this. I won’t comment on any possible confusing notes on the off-chance I continue this. 

Heels clicked on hard stone, waves crashing nearby. The sun set lazily below the horizon, the golden hour glow illuminating your upset form.

You clenched your fists, tears in your eyes as you paced. The expensive black dress you wore swung about haphazardly, silken fabric brushing against your legs.

You took a glance at your phone which rested on the granite bench just outside the high class restaurant. The screen remained dark.

You headed towards the guard railing, intricate metal bars shielding you from a fall into the cool Italian waters. Your freshly painted nails dug into the railing.

Where was he?

You brought a hand up to wipe the now falling tears, hesitant to ruin your dutifully done make up. 

This wasn’t fair.

You spun around swiftly, scanning the scattered people who strolled about the piers and seaside buildings. None of them were who you were looking for.

“God damnit!” You stomped your pricey heels against the pavement.

Your boyfriend was supposed to be here, he promised. And yet, it’s been a half an hour and there’s no sign of him.

You knew he had issues. He’d been so angry lately.

You brushed a finger against the bruise on your cheek, concealed with foundation. 

You shook your head.

No. The sweet teen you fell in love with was still there underneath the druggie he’d become. Right?

He started using at such a young age, tempted by the scum of the earth mafia.

You told him to stop, been pleading for years now, but you were now 20, and nothing has changed. 

You let out a long sigh. Maybe this was for the best. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, but he’d gotten in touch with you and told you to meet him here. He said he wanted to tell you something.

Gritting your teeth, you stomped back to your phone, spinning back on your heels once you had the device in hand to head back to the bus stop. If he wasn’t going to show, then it was over.

Before you made it to the bus station, a calm and melodic voice stopped you. “It’s a gorgeous view, isn’t it?”

You turned your head.

A man leaned against the railing, facing towards the sunset and sea.

The white suit he wore, dotted with little black marks, fit his tall and rather lanky form nicely. 

His black hair, cut into a precise bob, flowed gently in the breeze.

A golden glow cast onto his face, allowing you to see a glimpse of a handsome face.

Even though he didn’t look at you, you knew he was calling to you.

A knot of both anxiety and curiosity gripped your gut. 

You hesitantly stalked forward a few steps, resting your hands against the railing a ways away from him.

You looked to examine his face.

His features were soft, yet intimidating in a familiar way. The way he carried himself was elegant, yet dangerous.

You didn’t need to ask to know why he was here or who he was.

He was a mafia member, no doubt, and if a man like him was meeting you instead of your druggie boyfriend, then something must’ve happened. Something your boyfriend couldn’t walk away from.

“He’s dead,” you spoke, voice stable, though your body shook and your cheeks dampened. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

He nodded. “Yes.”

The knot in your stomach tightened. You wished you were wrong, and yet knew you were right.

“How’d he die?”

The man finally turned to meet your gaze. “You don’t want to know that.”

You narrowed your gaze. “Tell me.”

He let out a sigh, taking his hands off the railing before walking over to you.

You stayed where you were.

He pulled a familiar necklace out of his suit pocket. It was the necklace you’d given to your boyfriend on his birthday last year. 

Blood stained the silver heart shaped locket.

“Here,” he spoke, holding it in his palm. 

You took the necklace, giving it a single look before tossing it into the ocean.

“I don’t need it.”

The man’s lips lifted into a soft smile. “Will you be alright?”

You stared at the locket as it sank into the  bright blue water. 

“I don’t have a choice, now do I?”

He didn’t respond, just resuming his act of leaning against the railing and staring at the horizon, this time, right next to you.

“Your boyfriend was dabbling in mafia business. They’ll come after you if you attempt to look into his disappearance.”

“Death, you mean.”

He gave your face a glance. Your expression was stoic. Tears no longer fell.

“The police are treating it as a missing persons case. Eventually, it’ll be forgotten.”

“Like every other person in this godforsaken country who fucks with the mafia.”

He felt the sting in your voice. His chest tightened. This wasn’t the first time you’d dealt with the mafia.

“One day it’ll change.”

You scoffed. “Will it? You’re one to talk. You’re part of them. Now get out of here before I do something I regret.”

He remained.

You let out an irritated scoff. 

“Alright, then I’ll leave.”

You turned to leave, but his voice stopped you once more.

“You’re all dressed up.”

“And?”

“You have a reservation here.”

“Okay.”

He held his hand out to you. “Let’s talk inside.”

“Why should I? I don’t trust you. I don’t know you. My boyfriend was murdered. I’m not really in the mood for dinner.”

He gave you a look which you recognized. You didn’t have a choice in the matter.

You placed your hand on his.

“Fine. Lead the way Mr...”

“Bruno. Bruno Bucciarati.”

You sat down at the table, Bruno shooing away the waiter with a kind smile and a shake of his head when prompted with ordering.

You stirred the full martini glass in front of you with a painted nail, eyeing the man across from you.

“You never told me how he died,” you spoke, voice quiet but stern.

Bruno’s kind smile fell into a tight-lipped frown. 

“Don’t get involved. Please. It’s in your best interest if you—“

“What? Let it go? Move on? No.”

You took a sip of your drink, dark red lipstick now staining the rim. “Listen, whether you like it or not, I’m getting to the bottom of all of this. I’ve had it. And besides, why do you care? Why’d they even send you?”

Bruno debated internally. The boss didn’t send him, in fact, he was the one that killed your boyfriend.

“You’re in a dangerous position, and the further you delve the worse it’ll become.”

“You don’t think I know that? You don’t know me so don’t pretend to, Mr. Bucciarati.”

He let out a sigh, clasping his hands together. “I know that you’ve had more run ins with the mafia then you let on.”

“Oh, wow, aren’t you Sherlock Holmes?” you quipped sarcastically. “Everyone has. They’re inescapable, which is why I want to change this fucked system.”

Bruno admired your drive, though he knew you’d die if you tried to challenge the mafia on your own. He bit his lip. He shouldn’t…

“You should go home and get some sleep,” he said, beginning to stand. He held out a hand to help you up. You took it. “And don’t speak so loud about all this. You’re already a target.”

“I’d love nothing more than to leave.” You gestured to the table. “You’re paying for the wine.”

With that, you strode out the door. 

Bruno watched you leave. He clenched his fists. Damn him and his hospitality.

[jeawrites]

are you still doing the prompts? If so, i'd like to request another one, if that's all right. 27, ii with krii7y, if you can. thank you regardless!!

(You can request as many as ya want! No worries.)

27. Heist gone wrong

ii. “So I might’ve gotten a little hurt-” “You got hurt?”

John flinched as he heard the footsteps approaching, his body straightening out against the wall as he watched gang members run by- thankfully none spotting him.

His breath released shakily and he turned his head to peak down the corridor. “Damnit,” he breathed, shaking his head as he spotted Brian’s hand. He took another peak before he hurried down, joining his team at the other end.

“How’s it looking?” Brian asked, pulling him into a room they had managed to secure.

John’s shoulders shrugged and he peaked out the crack in the door. “Not pretty,” he answered, “I think it’s better we retreat now and come back when we have better stuff.”

That got a few annoyed groans in response.

But, he also got a confirming nod from Marcel. “He’s right,” he grumbled, pulling his hair a bit before groaning. “I hate that you are… but you’re definitely right. They have us outnumbered, and definitely out-armed.”

Brian made a face, like he wanted to do more, but he also relaxed and nodded. “Right. I think we should go the next opening we get,” he stated, looking towards the rest of the group.

The others outside of the previously mentioned were David and Ryan- both injured a bit due to being the first to get caught. That wasn’t pretty and they definitely needed to get some ice on a few of the bruises. Plus, David might need stitches on a cut he got on his arm.

They all agreed, and so, on the next opening they got, they booked it.

That, however, came with it’s own cons as they took a turn and saw the exit was blocked by the leader and a few of his lackeys on standby. All were heavy armed, but the boss seemed too casual without anything to protect his own body. Maybe he knew that their crew came defenseless aside from a few pistols, but that was unlikely. He was just cocky.

Either way, they weren’t getting out easily. So, the shooting began.

John was given a gun that Tyler had picked off a guard a while back, and he helped take down a lackey before a shot came at him and grazed his shoulder. He hissed and ducked away, gripping it and huffing. “Fuck!” he exclaimed.

He turned back out, ready to shoot but he was immediately met by the sight of the lackeys down and the boss gone.

“Are you okay?” Ryan asked, hurrying towards him and examining the scratch. He winced at the sight so John assumed that was bad news.

But, he nodded regardless. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, “Let’s get to the car and get outta here. I’ll call Brock and get him to set up and get ready.” A sigh followed that and he glanced towards the base. “The rest aren’t… gonna like hearing about this,” he pointed out, his voice growing quiet and a bit nervous.

“It’ll be fine,” Ryan assured him, “Everyone makes mistakes. Let’s just hurry out and get safe.”

With that, they collected with their group and hurried out of the base. The walk to the car was a little lengthy for stealth reasons- plus they didn’t have a getaway driver- but they managed and soon David, Ryan, and John had crashed in the back two rows while Brian drove and Marcel took the passenger seat.

David took a row to himself to rest his head and focus on holding back the blood from spilling out his arm while Ryan was helping John call Brock- his shoulder was killing him and he felt the need to grip it and moving his arm hurt- so Ryan was dialing.

He held the phone to John’s ear and John waited patiently for it to get picked up.

But, Brock wasn’t the one who picked up.

“John! Is everything okay?”

John’s eyes widened in surprise at the sound of the voice before he relaxed and a small smile filled his face. “Yeah, hey Jare. Everything’s fine,” he answered, “I need to talk to Brock though.”

Jaren huffed on the other end, and John could hear glimpses of a commotion. “Brock’s dealin’ with Tyler and Ev right now. Why’d you need him though? Something go wrong?”

“You could say that,” John trailed off, glancing to Ryan and then the seat in front of him with a frown. “Ry and David need some help- they got caught early on into the mission. We ad to make a quick fucking escape,” he sighed. “Then the gang ended up countering us at the exit, so I might’ve gotten a little hurt--”

“You got hurt?” Jaren asked, surprise evident and he could hear the worry in his tone.

“Yeah- but just a little bit! A shot brushed me but-”

“Are you bleeding?” Jaren cut in again and John groaned.

“Jare,” he whined lightly, “Calm down. I’ve got it under control. Plus, it’s not that bad. Ryan only flinched a little.”

He heard Jaren snicker at that fact, but the worry still lingered as he spoke. “Alright, alright… I believe you. I’ll go yell at Brock to quit momming the others and get ready to help you guys,” he stated, “I’ll see you soon.”

John smiled softly. “Yeah, see ya.”

[ushiwakaout]

Iwaizumi Hajime does not do love.

It was so hard for him to realize he was in love with you. It was denial, after denial, after denial, until you went on a date with Oikawa. You where their best friend, and you had always said that you wouldn’t date them but what changed?

And you may ask, wouldn’t Oikawa have known that his best friend had a crush on you? Ofc he did, Iwaizumi just need to get pissed off. I think it was your fourth date with Oikawa, and he hasn’t kissed you yet, and did Oikawa purposefully take you to the restaurant where Iwaizumi had planned to hang out at with Mattsun and Maki, yes he did.

He tried not noticing the way you laught at whatever he said. The way your nose crinkled and how one eye had more wrinkles than the other. He was so endlessly in love with you and he was ready to accept the fact that he would stand under oikawas shadow again. “Hey man come on, you’re staring at her like a hawk.” Mattsun told him, slapping the back of his head. “I thought you said you didn’t like her.” Maki questioned, taking a sip of his drink. “I- I don’t.” Iwaizumi noted, taking his eyes off you for the first time in a while. “Don’t lie to yourself, man. You’re in love with y/n, but now it’s too late. Oikawa beat you to the punch.” Maki nodded outside to the window, you were standing outside hand in hand with him. “Crap...” He muttered to himself, gripping his own hand until his knuckles turned white. “Too late my ass.” Iwaizumi jumped from his seat and dashed outside

“HEY!!!” He yelled, Oikawas hand was on your cheek leaning in closer. “Oh, Iwa~chan! What are you doing here.” Iwaizumi was fumming. “Cut the crap Shittykawa, you knew i’d be here!” Oikawa rose a brow, “Oh is someone angry?”

“Don’t entice him, Tooru, come on.” you warned pulling on his sleeve but they obviously ignored you.

H is for hajime || T is for Tooru || Y is for you

“Yeah i’m angry! You knew i’d be here and yet you brought her here for your stupid date!” -H

“Is that a problem?” -T

“Don’t act stupid with me Oikawa you know!” -H

“Know what?” -Y

For a second, Iwaizumi forgot you stood right in between the two. He didn’t look at you, but stared Oikawa in the eyes. “A- I um...” He tumbled over his words, “Forget it, it was nothing.” Iwaizumi muttered under his breath, shoving his hands in his pockets before walking away from the two of you. “I really thought it would work...” Oikawa sighed “Wait, what do you mean?” You asked before pushing you towards the direction Iwaizumi had just taken. “Go, he’s obviously not as smart as i thought he was. Bye bye, y/n~chan.” You watched him walk back into the restaurant to sit with his other teammates. You sighed and began running the way Iwaizumi had walked towards.

“Where’d you go?” You looked around all directions. you where in the middle of a four way section. “God fucking damnit Iwaizumi, why’d you have to walk so damn fast.” you grumbled to yourself before choosing a direction to run into. “stupid iwaizumi, stupid oikawa and his stupid plan. stupid me, god, why’d i even listen- AH CRAP!!!” While running, you really should have watched where you were going. “Y/n?”

You opened your eyes to see iwaizumi green eyes looking back at you. “I was looking for you! Stupid Hajime!” You continuesly slapped his forehead before he wacked it away. “Alright enough, enough! Shouldn’t you be with Shittykawa?”

You raised a brow, “And why would i do that? You’ve been my best friend longer than he has.” You noted, getting up from his lap. You hoisted him up with a little help but his hands slipped away from your when he shoved his hand in his pockets again. “You should probably go back to him you know? Enjoy your date.” He began to walk away but you pulled his sleeve. “Date? Is that what he’s been telling you?” The surprised look on his face gave you the answer. You chuckled dryly, “I never went out on a date with Oikawa, and i’m offended that you thought I would...”

you paused and let go of his sleeve. “i just assumed.... Well- what was that outside, he was going to kiss you.”

“K-kiss me? God ew, no! He said I had an eyelash really close to my eye... he just said i shouldn’t move.”

“B-but what about the hand holding?”

“My hands where cold! You know how cold my hands get! Look see!” You pulled your hand out of your pocket to pull his hands out of his. It took you a moment to realize what you had done and blush crept across your face. “Oh- I uh-”

“It’s fine, you’re hand are freezing anyways. I don’t mind.”

“Right...”

in the middle of the intersection you two awkwardly stood. “So... What did you mean when you mean when you told Tooru, that he knew.... why where you so angry all of a sudden?” it was subtle but you could see the blush the crept into his tanned skin. He looked down embarrassed, “It was nothing... It’s stupid.”

Lucky for you, your height difference was enough for you to peek under his head after he looked down at his feet. “You’re my best friend, Hajime... You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

“Well that’s the problem.” He blurted out. Your heart sank to the floor, “Oh I— I’m sorry...What did i do?” Iwaizumi chuckled. “Nothing... you did absolutely nothing. Like i said- It’s stupid so just drop it, okay?” Your chest ached when he dropped your hands and caressed you’re face just to turned away. “You get home, y/n. It’s getting dark.”

When he stood in front of the alter, watching you walk down the isle. His heart did flips. The woman of his dream wearing white, looking more beautiful every passing day. He was ready to cry.

You made the dress more beautiful, not the other way around. Your hair was let down, for the first time in years. God, you where a sight for sore eyes. He wished he could run to you and stop the wedding. But he couldn’t. Iwaizumi Hajime didn’t confess that day. And he never did. The hole in his heart was in the shape of you and nothing could ever fill it.

It ached.

He stood at the alter as a grooms man, not the husband.

You fell in love with someone who wasn’t him but one of his eldest rivals and new found friend- Ushijima wakatoshi.

It was later in the day now, and he might have drank to much courage. Family and friends began to dance with the bride and groom and got up, “Iwaizumi, i don’t think that’s a good idea.” Oikawa noted, it’s been a while since he’s called him by his full name but that didn’t stop him... He wanted you in his arms one last time.

“Do you mind?” He asked Tendo politely, “Take it away maestro.” The red head said to him, handing your hand to his. “Hi...” You muttered shyly. How long has it been since the two of you have spoken? Three years? And all this time being friends with Wakatoshi he’s never talked to you once. “Hey.” He responded, pulling you closer. “It’s been a while...” You informed, stepping closer, leaning your head on his shoulder as if he where the groom. “I know... I- I’m sorry.” He apologized, tears staring to form. “I missed you.” You muttered into his vest, your voice cracking.

It hurt when Iwaizumi stopped talking to you. It hurt seeing him walk away when you came near. Sometimes it put you to tears... You didn’t understand. How can two best friends fall apart so quickly. One night he’s holding you in his arms calling you a dumbass and the next your yelling and crying for it to come back.... for him to come back. “What happened between us, Hajime... Why didn’t you come back to me?” His heart ached, “I loved you so much that it hurt.” He wanted to say but he was quiet, a gutt wrenching feeling brewing in his stomach. “I waited every night for a text, for a phone call... for something... But i got nothing, why?” He didn’t answer your question. “Why did you wait if you knew it would never come...” The words got caught in your throat, “Because I loved you... I loved you so much it hurt.”

Loved. That was the word you used.

But he didn’t speak, but just breathed in, kissing your temple “I love you too.” he muttered on your skin. Before leaving you there center stage for someone else to pick up the pieces that he had broken again.

Bad Ending

Good Ending (coming soon)

Ushijimas pov (coming soon)

Oikawas pov (coming soon)

[yourlocalslasher]

hear me out: he would behave in an olive garden, but ONLY because before ya'll went inside, you bet him like $50 that he couldnt do it

Oh my god I couldn’t just leave this in my inbox without writing some sort of quick fic- (and wow i took writing this too seriously send help)

“Bo. You couldn’t behave your ass in here if your life depended on it.” That earned a fake surprised sputter from Bo. “Oh really?” You nodded, folding your arms. “I bet you 50 dollars you can’t behave for one night.”

He clicked his tongue, tilting the bill of his hat down. “50 bucks, eh? I’ll fuckin’ do it.” You shook your head, locking the car as you walked towards the restaurant. “I wouldn’t be so sure of yourself Mr. Sinclair.” You heard his annoyed huffs, smiling to yourself. He couldn’t do it. You were sure.

You pushed open the glass doors, the smell of breadsticks making your mouth water. Bo followed, still pissed off. “I ain’t been here in ages...” He crossed his legs and folded his arms, letting you do the talking to get a table.

Once y’all had been seated, Bo leaned back, a shit eating grin on his face. “What's the grin for, dumbass?” You teased, reaching for your water. “Oh, nothin’, jus’ the fact that I’m gonna win an’ prove ya wrong.” He chuckled, adjusting his hat.

Mhm. Yea. Sure.

The waiter arrived after about 3 minutes of waiting, setting down 2 menus. Bo lolled his head to one side, mumbling under his breath. “’Bout time damnit.” Immediately shooting him a glare, you piped up before he could say anything. “Our bet?”

That shut him up. For now, at least. You ordered your food, asking Bo what he would like. He sat up from his hunched over position, sighing whilst flipping through the menu pages. “I dunno...” You sighed, grabbing your drink while he tried deciding. “Ah fuck it- I’ll get whatever you’re gettin’, darlin’.”

You shot him another glare, this time clenching your fists the slightest bit. “Bo, there are children here.” Carefully tilting your head to the family of four behind you, you put on a fake smile. Your tone was frightening, causing him to roll his eyes like an annoyed teen. “So what if they hear the word fuck- I mean they’re gonna hear it ‘ventually why do I gotta-”

Fishing into your pocket, you held up the 50 dollar bill. “Because you want to be a good role model, don’t you Beauregard?” He was steaming. You could see the frustration and anger in his eyes. You expected him to flip the table right about now.

Bo leaned back with an awful fake smile, clasping his hands together on the table. “Why yes, yes I do.” You quickly clapped your hands, shoving the 50 dollars back into your pocket. “Good.” You knew deep down he was pissed as hell, but you didn’t say anything about it.

The waiter took your order, hurrying off to the kitchen. He finally could drop the act. Before he did, you held a finger in front of his face. “Ah ah ah! Keep it to yourself if you think Vincent wouldn’t approve of you saying it.” Bo brought a hand down on the table, almost at his breaking point.

“I don’t give two f-” You stopped him quickly. “What did I say, Beauregard?” Now he was really pissed off. You were pushing his buttons now and he knew it. But Bo wasn’t one to turn down money. He just realized he had fallen into your trap.

He huffed angrily again, forced to keep his mouth shut for once. You had finished your drink, waiting patiently for the waiter to come with your food. Out the corner of your eye, you saw Bo stick his leg outside the booth.

A feral child who seemed parentless was going apeshit and running around tables. You knew exactly what Bo was planning to do. Lowering your voice, you shoved your hand back in your pocket to grab the 50 dollar bill, “Don’t. You. Dare.”

Bo turned to face you, about to cuss you out for fucking up his plans. Your hand shot up, waving the money. With another pissed off huff, he folded his arms and covered his face with his hat. Why’d you have to ruin all his fun?

The waiter returned with your food, sliding you yours before sliding Bo his. You thanked them, smiling as you did. When you turned back to face Bo, he was already neck deep in his food. Sauce was dripping from his nose, his fingers all dirtied up.

Even though you knew he hadn’t been to a real restaurant in years, you still went ‘mom mode’ on him. “Bo!! What the hell is wrong with you?!” You reached forward, wiping off his face before he could protest.

“More like what the hell’s wrong with YOU.” Bo shot back. You had sat back in your chair, gesturing to the mess all over his side of the table. “Why’re you eating like you’re a damn animal?!” It would be impossible to win a fight with Bo but you tried anyway.

But then you remembered about your secret weapon. Fumbling for the money at lightning speed, you held it in your hand. He was going to blow over and frankly, he didn’t care about the whole restaurant of people that would hear him.

Your money bribe instantly stopped him. He rolled his eyes, picking up his utensils to eat properly. Since you now had some peace and quiet, you finished your meal and had one last drop of water.

Bo was almost done, and you could tell he still had an attitude. At least you got him to eat the right way and keep his mouth shut. When he finished, you took the bill from the waiter.

He then took it from you, mumbling to himself as he slid the money into it. You smiled, standing up and taking his hand. As you neared the car, you pulled him closer and into a quick cheek kiss.

“Thank you, for at least trying to behave.” You handed him the 50 dollars and he instantly perked up. “Thank ya, sugar.”

[forlornmelody]

Kord Center Mall: Out In The Rain, In From The Cold

Rating: E (the nerdiest smut you’ll read all week.)

Fandom(s): DC Comics, Jack Nought from Mass Effect makes an appearance, but familiarity with the game is not important

Ship: Rose Wilson/Jason Todd, mentions of Jason/Roy/Jack

Linkage: Ao3

Summary:  Rose is finally ready to come clean with Jason, and admit the feelings she has for him. But is it too late?

Note: This is a cross over, mall-verse AU concocted by @scifi-ginger and myself. You’ve been warned. Also,  I just want to state, for the record, that I wrote this before Titans: E.L._.O. hit the internet. I have the Tumblr snippets to prove it.

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The ground’s so dry when she leaves Cassie’s, Rose doesn’t even think to grab a jacket on the way. By the time she reaches Jason and Roy’s apartment, the sky’s dumping car-wash levels of water on the bus. Even though it only takes her five minutes to walk to the building, Rose’s clothes are sticking to her when she rings the doorbell. Lightning cracks in the clouds behind her. 

Opening the door, Roy’s face flashes bright and dark as the thunder rolls around them. “Rose.”

“Roy.” Rose takes a breath. “Hey. Uh--”

“Fuck off,” Jack calls from the couch. “Jason doesn’t want to see you.”

Yeah. She deserves that. “Could you at least tell him I’m here?” Rose says it to Roy, not Jack. 

Lighting flashes two more times before Roy sighs. “Fine.” He holds up a hand to keep Jack back. “But I swear if you hurt him again--”

“Fuck, Roy. I’m here to apologize.” Rose glances at Jack as she steps gingerly through the doorway. “Nice to see you, too. Jack flips a finger in response. 

Just as Rose knocks on Jason’s door, the power goes out. “Oh come on!” Jason yells from the other side of the door, and she hears the crash of a controller hitting the floor and the rolling of batteries as they fall out. 

Rose has perfect timing. She clears her throat, reaching to knock a second time when Jason opens the door. His cellphone casts soft grey light along his jaw and highlights the sheen on his nose. “If you’re an axe-murderer, I’ll--Rose!?”

“Hey,” she says softly, pulling out her own phone to cast some light---only to realize it died on the way here. “Shit.” Better not fuck this up. 

Jason lingers in his doorway, his eyes roaming over her like she’ll vanish any second. “Didn’t expect to see you.”

“Yeah. Me either.” Rose dares to step closer, looking up at him. “Can I come in?” Jason hesitates ever so slightly, but it’s enough to kick Rose in the gut. She deserves that, too. 

“Sure.” He steps to the side, swinging his arm wide. Jason never kept a tidy room. Rose would constantly remake the bed before she left. If she brought pizza, she’d have to clear off the beer bottles and carefully move the bong out of the way. But Jason always took care of his books--bookmarking them, closing them gently and sorting them on the shelves by genre, author, title, routinely cleaning them with a fucking feather duster. At this point, Jason doesn’t even have a bedroom--he has a personal library with a bed in it. Right now--it looks like a tornado had swept through the shelves. 

“Fuck.” Rose muttered under her breath, frozen in the doorway. 

“Did you come here to talk, or to judge me?” Jason folds his arms, and Rose notices the bags under his eyes for the first time. She’s reaching to push the hair from his eyes before she catches herself. 

“To apologize,” Rose says quickly, ducking inside before Jason can change his mind. She finds a Complete Works of William Shakespeare lying open in the middle of his bed. Obviously, it’s too dark to read, but she’d know the size and thickness of that book anywhere. One of Jason’s favorites. 

Rose sets it aside, sitting on the edge of the bed with one foot draped across her lap. Jason lingers by the door, but he does close it behind him. His eyes track the movement of the book before daring to glance at her again. “Why’d you come back?”

“I missed you.” Rose says. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, she chants over and over in her brain, but “sorry” doesn’t feel good enough right now. Jason deserves the world, and Rose is just a tiny island wracked with storms. 

Jason’s eyes soften ever so slightly before they harden--cold as steel. “Missed what, exactly?”

Rose allows herself a small smile. Jason loves the big questions--meaning of life, origins of the universe, whether true love exists--he always has his head up in the clouds. Meanwhile Rose stands back on earth--rooted in doing things--going, doing, fucking, eating, breathing. The thunder outside nearly drowns out her words. “I missed the way your eyes change color when you’re angry, happy, or sad. The way you smile when you think no one is looking.” She itches to get closer to him--show him exactly how much he means to her, but it’s not her choice to make. “The way you forget the world around you when you’re reading.” Her voice thickens, with love or want--she isn’t sure. “The way your face lights up when Roy comes in the room.” 

Is it still raining? Rose isn’t sure. All she can hear is the thundering of her pulse in her ears and the sound of their breathing. Jason still hasn’t said a word or moved an inch--him and his fucking poker face. 

At first Rose thinks her eyes are straining to see him in the darkness, but then she feels a tear slip down her cheek. Damnit. This is why she doesn’t do this stuff. Love, real love, hurts. “I realized I didn’t want to live without that. I didn’t want to live without you. I don’t want to.” Jason probably can’t even understand what she’s saying at this point, with the way her breath keeps shaking her voice.

Jason finally looks away, and Rose nods to herself. Figures. It’s too late for them. It’s always too late. “Sorry,” she mutters, standing up and wiping her nose and eyes. It’s gonna be a bitch getting home in this weather, but she’ll manage. Rose always does. She’s halfway to the door when Jason grabs her hand. 

“Where’re you going?” he says softly, squeezing her hand. 

“I…” I’m going home, Rose says in her mind, but the words don’t ring true. She turns, daring to face him. “Not sure.” 

“Stay.” Jason tugs her ever so slightly, and she falls into his arms like she just jumped off a building. He reeks. Always has. Like dank weed and cheap beer. Rose wouldn’t have him any other way. 

“Jerk my arm why don’t you?” His laugh rumbles against her chest and she pulls back just enough to look at his face. Rose traces his features with her fingertips, reacquainting herself with the tip of his nose, the jut of his eyebrows, the firmness of his lips. 

Everything’s so desaturated in the dim room, but Jason’s eyes shine the brightest blue. “I love you, too.” 

Rose couldn’t tell who kissed who first. She’s too busy tasting his mouth and messing with his hair. Jason breaks for air, only to pay careful attention to where her jaw meets her neck. His hands roam her shoulders, arms, sides and stomach as if he can’t get enough of her. He has far too many clothes on. No zipper on Jason’s hoodie, so Rose lifts it to his shoulders, but he gets tangled in the sleeves. “Candles,” Rose says hoarsely. 

Jason peeks at her blankly through the bottom of his hoodie. 

“Please tell me you have some. Jack’s surely got enough to set the apartment on fire but I’m not keen on asking her tonight.”

“Be right back.” Jason frees himself of his shirt and hoodie, slipping out the door shirtless. 

Rose sits on the bed, unable to sit still, still humming with the thrill of his touch. She glances back at the Tome, and switches Jason’s phone’s flashlight on so she can finally read it. Jason has it open to Sonnet 87, 

“Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,

And like enough thou knowst thy estimate.

The Charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;

My bonds in thee are all determinate.

For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,

And for that riches where is my deserving?”

Rose swallows, reaching to close the book when Jason comes back inside--his arms full of candles. He freezes when he realizes what she's reading.

“Oh, hey. Lemme take care of that.” Jason sets the candles on his tv stand, reaching for the book.

Rose swats his hand. “Candles.”

Rolling his eyes, Jason replies. “Fine. Fine.” 

Leaning back, Rose watches as the candles, lit one by one, cast a soft glow along the lines of Jason’s body. She doubts she’ll ever tire of the view. 

Lighting the last candle, Jason whisks around, lighter still in his hand. He nods down at the book. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Interesting choice. Real depressing.” Rose kicks her heels against his box spring. 

Setting the lighter aside, Jason grins slowly. “Actually. Hold on a sec.” He kneels, clearing a space on the floor. 

Rose stares at him. “No. Absolutely not. Your floor is a fucking mess.” 

“Don’t worry. You won’t be touching it.” Space cleared, Jason glances up at Rose. “Hand me Shakespeare.”

“Whatever.” Rose hefts it over, eyes widening as Jason sets it reverently in the space he cleared. “You’re shitting me.”

Jason snickers, shaking his head. “C’mon. The book may be hard, but the pages are soft.”

“Oh my god. I’m couching you for that.” Rose chides, but she gets down from the bed anyway. She glances at him one last time before sitting gently between the pages. 

“Better.” Jason’s eyes have darkened to a warm green. The fact that a dead playwright and poet makes him all hot and bothered never ceases to amuse her. “Lean back.”

Rose rolls her eyes, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it beneath her arms. 

Jason makes quick work of Rose jeans, shucking them off and tossing them across the room. Rose snorts as they take down a couple bottles in their fall. “Tell me if you’ve heard this one before.” His grins as he lowers himself to her neck. 

“What’s in a name?” Jason murmurs into her skin, his voice as reverent as a priest’s on Sunday. His fingers drag the zipper of her soaked hoodie down her chest, and goosebumps prick across her skin. 

“That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet.” Jason lavishes attention where her neck meets her shoulder, and Rose’s so caught up in his touch she almost doesn’t catch the reference. Almost. 

“Romeo and Juliet? Really?” she snorts, pulling back to give him a look of disdain. “Most overrated play ever.” 

“It’s a classic.” Jason pouts, his fingers edging underneath her t-shirt--a suitable challenge with the way the fabric sticks to her skin. He dives to kiss her collarbone. “And it has your name in it.”

“Jace, they off themselves because they’re impatient hormonal teenagers.” A moan slips from her mouth as he kisses from her waist to her chest, pushing her shirt up and out of the way. “It’s not romantic.”

Dragging the shirt and her bra up and over her head, Jason grins at her. Oh, he knows. “So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d.” 

“Do you put Jack and Roy through this? Or am I special?”

Jason doesn’t linger on her breasts, just moves her damp bra off her skin, hanging it on one of his bedposts. “Retain that dear perfection with he owes.” He plants a reverent kiss in the valley between them. 

“I am special, aren’t I?” Rose groans, for more reasons than one. 

Instead of answering, Jason snickers against her skin, breathing her in. “Without that title. Romeo doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee,”

Rose has another comeback coming, somewhere, but it’s hard enough trying to keep her breathing steady the farther south Jason travels with his mouth. He stops just north of her thighs, grinning up at her. “Oh, come on, already,” she groans again, letting her head fall back.

Jason wets his lips and tongue, waiting for her to look at him again. Once he has her full attention, he whispers, “Take all myself.”

Then he plants a kiss against her clit, and Rose shudders despite herself. “Really? You think some, some poetry is gonna, oh.” 

She can feel his grin as he toys with her licking gently around but never quite touching where she wants him most. His hair musses in her fingers as he kisses deeper, harder, licking her with nice, long strokes. Jason moans with her, the hum reverberating across her skin. Rose’s hips rise off the book and Jason holds her down with one arm. Pausing, Jason licks one finger, then another, and Rose can’t help but cry out his name as they thrust in and out of her while he lavishes attention on her clit. Fuck, she’s probably tearing his hair out, but she can’t help it. Now she’s so close she’s--

Jason pulls back, kissing her thigh, and Rose curses him and half his family. “I take thee at thy word:”

Fuck her, she’s pleading, pulling him back. “Jace, please. I need.”

Snickering, Jason plants a soothing kiss on her thigh before gathering her hands to her right side, holding them still. “Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;” he murmurs as he wets his lips again. Something in her belly roils as she realizes what he’s planning. 

Mm, yeah, Jack and Roy definitely heard that scream. Let them, Rose thinks, until she can’t anymore, so focused on Jason’s feather light touch against her clit. She’s so close to falling right off the cliff when he pulls back again. This time, Rose bites her tongue, shaking as she waits for him to continue. 

Jason watches her come down from the brink, his smile wide (and his lips covered in her slick), and his eyes bright. Part of Rose wants to hide from that look--she doesn’t deserve it--she’ll break his heart--he’ll find out what she’s really like and he won’t look at her like that any-- Squeezing her hands, Jason pulls Rose from her thoughts, and she swallows hard as she allows her walls to come crashing down. “Jason, I--”

“Shh. We’re almost there,” he whispers, kissing her hands, squeezing them again. Waiting until she’s relaxed again, Jason leans down one last time, his words barely audible, “Henceforth I never will be Romeo.” He brings her back slowly, using his fingers as well as his tongue, seemingly touching her anywhere and everywhere at once. Sliding one finger inside her, then another, he closes his eyes, gracing her with long, slow licks, pumping and curling. Rose isn’t even sure what sounds are coming out of her mouth anymore, as her hips rise and fall with his fingers.

Her world flashes whiter and hotter than lightning. 

Maybe seconds pass, maybe hours, when Rose finally opens her eyes. The candles have nearly guttered out, and Jason lies, with his clothed legs intertwined with her bare ones. Rose should pay him back for that--when she finds the energy. She leans her forehead against his, murmuring. “Power still out?”

“Yeah.” Jason reaches out, trailing a hand down her bare back. 

“You need to clean off the bed before the candles burn out.”

Jason groans, holding her tighter. “Fine.” He releases her standing up stiffly and reaching for the stuff scattered across his bed. “Love you too, Rose,” he muttered under his breath. 

Rose sits up quickly, grabbing his hand. “Wait.”

Looking down at her in exasperation, Jason asks blankly, “What?”

“I love you.” The words feel so strange coming off her tongue, but Rose knows them to be true. “Meant to say it earlier but you were too busy going down on me and quoting lines to listen.”

Jason pulls her to her feet, and into a kiss. “You can say it whenever you want.”

Rose’s so busy tasting herself on his lips she almost doesn’t notice the hiss of the guttering candles. “Shit.”

“What?” Jason pulls back, looking around at nothing. “Fuck.”

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Unforgettable Memories ( Daryl Dixon x Reader )

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister. You used to be in the military and have enough PTSD to last a lifetime. With Shane’s help you created the quarry camp and came across the Dixon brother’s in the woods. You bought them back to camp, but after that everything changed and you were still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not. 

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Rick’s Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings), mentions of torture (but its in the show and not described in detail)

Chapter 28-

"Cheep shot. Take this rope off and let's go a few rounds, see who wins." You challenged, lifting your head up towards Jocelyn who was now standing in front of Daryl and pointing a knife towards him. Shit.  

"You are a feisty one, aren't you? Now stand up and let the kids tie you to the pipe over here." She instructed, motioning towards the spot beside Daryl as your hands began to form first in front of you. You forced yourself to stand up, biting your lip in the process to stop yourself from groaning in pain.

"That man you got the knife to, I'd do anything for him, anything. Now, do whatever you want to me, just leave him and this woman out of it." You said, holding your hands up in a surrender.

You glanced towards the dreadlocks woman who was staring at you with unreadable look before your eyes locked with Daryl's. You knew he was silently begging you to shut up, but that wasn't going to happen.

"Alright, tie her up." Jocelyn ordered and suddenly the older boy grabbed your arm and began walking you across the room towards her well more like limped across the room as the pain in your knee screamed at you to stop putting weight on it.

You glanced over at Daryl as you walked passed him, noticing the small hole in his jacket near his shoulder along with a small pool of blood. But, you knew it wasn't enough blood for a bullet wound so it must have been from one of those stupid arrows one of the kids had.

You let Jocelyn tie your wrists to the metal pipe above your head like how Daryl and the other woman were. You instantly lifted your left leg up from the ground slightly, but it didn't really do much to ease the pain.

Once they finished trying your wrists the pipe, Jocelyn lead the kids over to the other side of the room and began talking quietly too them. You didn't bother trying to listen to their conversation because you couldn't hear them so you took your time to take in your surroundings.

It was clear you were downstairs somewhere since you had to go downstairs to get here and there weren't any windows or other exits, minus the door you got pushed through earlier. There was a chair in the corner of the room along with what looked to be a katana, a few knives and a crossbow which you knew must be Daryl's.

Your assault rifle, handgun and knife where on the other side of the room, sitting on the ground by the door, but they weren't much use over there. You continued scanning the room before your eyes landed on Jocelyn and the kids. Well that doesn't look good.

They had started a small fire in what looked to be a 44 gallon drum that had been cut in half. For a second you wondered why they needed a fire before you spotted the iron cattle prod that one of the younger kids were holding that had a very distinct 'X' brand on the end. Great, they were going to brand you.

You had been branded before, too many times if you were being honest and it hurt like a bitch, but it was a stupid way of torture, why'd they even want to torture you anyway? Hell, you were trying to help her kids, but that backfired on you majorly.

You watched as the dark-haired kid began heating up the end of the iron rod over the fire and you closed your eyes as images of the Taliban base flashed through your mind.

This was nothing like the base, but the thought of being branded again did not sit well with you, especially while your daughter was out there somewhere and you had no idea what they've done to her.

"This seemed to have shut you up." Jocelyn commented, motioning towards the iron rod sitting in the fire as she grinned at you.

"Been branded before, not a fucking fan." You muttered, glaring at her before you glanced over at Daryl to find that he was already looking you.

His long hair was covering half of his face, but you could still see him as he stared at you as if still trying figure out if you were real or not.

"If we don't make it out of this, Dixon, there's probably something you should know... You have a daughter, those little brats took her and this bitch won't tell me where she is." You explained, glaring at Jocelyn as you spoke before looking back towards Daryl as he stared at you in pure shock. But, you could see his wrists moving slightly around the metal pipe above your heads and you knew he was trying to loosen the knots, you had been trying too, but damn those knots were tight. You needed to stall this woman and buy yourselves some more time to get out of the restraints.

"Your daughter and the other kids are at the perfect age to teach, they will become valued members of my group." Jocelyn explained and now it was you who was staring at her in shock. She was using children and teaching them to do this shit, raising them to think that this was normal. She was using these kids and they didn't even know. What the hell was wrong with this woman?

"That's not going to happen. You let my daughter go and take me instead. Hell, kill me if you want to, I don't care. I probably deserve it. I've killed more people than these kids could probably count and that was before the world ended." You stated, turning back towards her as you watched her lean against the wall in amusement.

"I was in the military before all this, was a prisoner in a Taliban base for three months too, so you don't scare me." You added, but you were starting to run out of things to say to try and buy some time. Man, you wished Shane was here, you could never get that guy to shut up, he'd be able to stall this woman for days.

"Oh don't worry, we're not going to kill you yet, but we will eventually. Linus, you ready?" Jocelyn asked, turning away from you and focusing back on the little boy as he nodded and pulled the iron rod from the fire exposing the burning red cross on the end of it.

You eyed the red cross cautiously as Jocelyn pointed towards you before the kid-Linus- began walking in your direction. But, you were more relieved that he was going to you first and not Daryl or the pregnant woman.

"You don't have to do this kid. This woman is manipulating you." You tried to say, but it was like he couldn't even hear you as he walked behind you. You tried to look over your shoulder towards him, but you couldn't see him.

Suddenly, his hand grabbed the bottom of army jacket as he lifted it up along with your tank top exposing your bare back and you knew what was about to happen.

"Go on, Linus. Be strong." Jocelyn encouraged and your eyes snapped over in her direction, but before you could even try argue the kid pressed the iron rod against your skin.

You quickly bit your tongue as you squeezed your eyes shut at the sudden burning pain, hating how familiar it was as you forced yourself not to scream. She wants you to scream, she wants to hear your pain, that was the whole point of this, but you weren't going to give her that satisfaction as the kid pulled the rod away.

"Was the best you can do?" You questioned breathlessly, looking over at Jocelyn as she crossed her arms over her chest, clearly not happy that you weren't affected by it. But damn did that hurt like a bitch, you were just too stubborn to let her know about it.

"Linus, heat it up and do it again." She instructed as the kid walked back over to the fire and held it against the flames. You could feel Daryl watching you out the corner of your eye and you glanced over at him as he shook his head, silently telling you to just shut up, but you shook your head.

"If we're going to do this again at least make it hurt this time, this is just boring." You commented, looking back over towards the woman. You knew you were starting to piss her off as she stood up and grabbed a rag from a bench before she walked over to you and gaged your mouth. Well that was one way to shut you up, Daryl would probably be happy now.

You watched as Linus kept the rob in the fire for a lot longer than before while Jocelyn crouched down beside him and whispered something, her eyes locked with yours the entire time and you had a bad feeling about what was to come. The kid began walking back over to you, standing behind you again as he lifted the back of your shirt and tank top up. Here goes nothing.

Not a second later he pressed the cross against the small of your back. Your skin instantly sizzling as he pushed hard against your skin and you were unable to hold back your scream as you cried out in pain. The rag muffling your screams as you squeezed your eyes shut.

The kid didn't move the rod away for nearly 10 seconds until Jocelyn said that was enough, which was good because you were almost certain that you would've passed out if he kept it there any longer. A few tears escaped out the corner of your eye as the kid removed the rob and walked back over to the fire. Damnit, Y/N, you had been through worse than this, toughen up.

"Winnie, you're turn." Jocelyn announced a few seconds later as the young girl took the iron rod from the boy and began to walk over to Daryl. Oh hell no, don't do that shit him, he's already been through so much.

You quickly focused back on loosening the knots around your wrists, trying to find someway to break free so Daryl and the dreadlocks woman didn't have to go this, but you couldn't. The kid lifted up Daryl's shirts and pressed the rod to his lower back causing him to scream and wriggle in agony, but to your relief she didn't push as hard against his skin and removed it only a few seconds later.

There was nothing you could do as you watched her heat the rod again and repeat the same process on the poor pregnant woman causing her to cry out in pain as Jocelyn stood in front of her. Their faces inches apart as dreadlocks woman glared at Jocelyn while screaming and you had a bad feeling that the two of them somehow knew each other, but clearly weren't friends.  

"I told you, children are capable of anything. I taught them, helped them become what we are because we can't be soft." Jocelyn stated which just further proved your theory of this woman being crazy and raising this kids to be just a crazy.

"We'll be back soon, I have more kids to teach." She said, her eyes glancing over at you before she walked out the room. The other kids all followed her, minus the oldest boy who wouldn't be any older than 14 as he sat down on the chair in the corner of the room and watched the three of you.

You glanced over at Daryl and the pregnant woman, both still trying to catch their breath from the brandings while you continued to try loosen the knots around your wrist.

Daryl lifted his head, his eyes glancing up at your hands realising that you were still trying to get out of the restraints and he began to do the same.

Five minutes felt like five hours, but eventually you managed to loosen the knots and slip your hands through the rope, although the blood from the cuts around your wrists definitely helped as well.

The second your feet hit the ground your left leg buckled from underneath you, pain erupting from the bullet wound as you landed on your side. The brands on your back burning as your tank top touched them, but that was the least of your problems.

The boy was instantly up and standing over you and obviously had no idea how to deal with you getting out the restraints. But, lucky for you Daryl must have gotten loose as well because the next thing you knew the kid was on the ground unconscious as Daryl dropped to your side in panic.

You quickly pulled the gage from your mouth off as you looked up at him. You wanted nothing more than to just wrap him up in a tight hug and never let him go, but dreadlocks woman was still tied up.

"Go untie the other woman. I'm fine, Dixon." You said, wincing as you sat yourself up and you could tell Daryl didn't believe you. He stared at you for a few seconds, clearly unsure  with what to do before he nodded and picked up a knife from the ground and walked over to the other woman and began cutting her rope.

While he helped her you untied your own rope before standing yourself up and limped across the room to your weapons. You quickly clipped your belt back on over your jeans containing your knife and handgun before you threw the assault rifle over your shoulder.

You glanced down at your knee, realising your jeans covering the front of your left leg were just saturated with blood and you winced looking at it.

You quickly grabbed the rag that was being used as your gage earlier and wrapped it around your knee to try and stop the bleeding, but luckily the bullet had gone clean through.

"Y/N... how- how are you alive? I thought ya were dead... we all thought ya were dead." Daryl's voice suddenly said in disbelief and you turned around to find him and the dreadlock woman grabbing their weapons too as they stared at you, but you could tell the woman was confused and you were too because you had no idea who she was.

"Right back at you, Dixon." You replied trying to keep your voice strong, but you could feel tears rising in your eyes as you limped over to him and he rushed towards you. Wrapping you up into a tight hug being mindful the fresh brands on your backs, but neither of you cared at the moment as you hugged him back.

"I missed you so much." You whispered, unable to stop the tears falling down your cheeks as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

"I thought I lost ya. How are ya here?" He asked, pulling away from you slightly, his hands on your shoulders as his eyes glanced down to your leg which you knew looked worse than it was. "Shit, Y/N." He muttered, looking back up to your face as he wiped the tears from your cheeks.

"That's a story for later, but I'm fine. Let's get out of here." You replied and Daryl nodded, not convinced that you were in fact fine as you looked over at the dreadlock woman who was watching the two of you curiously.

"We can't leave, we have to find Judith and the other kids." The woman quickly responded and you nodded because no way would you leave without Sophia.

"I'm not going anywhere without my daughter, our daughter." You corrected, glancing back at Daryl who seemed to have forgotten that little detail during in the mist of things as he stared at you in shock. His mouth opened like he was going to say something, but closed again and you knew he didn't know how to respond.

"Yeah, it was a surprise to me too. Who's Judith" You asked, looking over at the woman.

"My daughter, but she took other kids from our community." The woman answered before looking over at Daryl. "We should split up, cover more ground." She suggested and you nodded in agreement already liking this woman.

"Alright, I'll tie him up. Y/N, ya alright to go with Michonne?" Daryl asked, glancing over at you, worry edged into his expression as he glanced back down to your leg, but you nodded in reassurance. "Be careful, Y/N. You've already pissed that woman off, I can't lose ya again."

"I'm not the one who dies, Dixon. I'm the one who does the killing. Let's go." You responded and Daryl nodded before you followed the woman -Michonne- through the door you had been pushed through earlier.

Neither of you said anything as you walked down the hallway towards the stairs that you came down earlier. Michonne had her sword in her hands while you had your assault rifle up and ready as you limped up the stairs.

"Stay behind me." You instructed, not because you didn't think she could handle herself. She seemed like a strong woman and had a katana as her weapon of choice for crying out loud, but she was pregnant and you were the one with the assault rifle, so it made sense.

Michonne just nodded as you took the lead once you finished climbing the stairs. You continued walking down the hallway, Michonne a few feet behind you before you turned the corner and froze spotting Jocelyn and a bunch of the kids down the end of the hallway.

"They're out. Alert the others, we need to go." Jocelyn instructed as Winnie blew a whistle before running off down the hallway and ducking into a room on the left.

"Where's our daughters? Where are the other kids?!" You shouted, flicking the safety off your gun as you aimed at the woman. "You answer the question right now or so help me God, I will put a bullet through your skull."

"Why? Your kids are better off. You guys live in the past, chasing a ghost, while Judith and Sophia have been with me." Jocelyn responded and you had absolutely no idea what she was talking about when she talked about chasing ghosts, but suddenly the door behind them opened again.

Winnie ran out along with a group of young kids, but you instantly spotted Sophia amongst the kids and Michonne must have seen her daughter too because she started yelling for her. But, as quick as they appeared, they disappeared again through the door that lead outside. Shit.

"You know what's next, Linus?" Jocelyn asked, glancing over at the young boy and slightly older girl beside her and you did not like where she was going with his.

"Marked our kill, kill our mark." The boy answered, pulling out a knife as the 13-year-old girl stepped forward with a damn sword in her hands.

"I don't want to have to hurt you." You shouted as she swung the sword at you, while the boy charged at Michonne.

You hoped like hell Michonne was okay because you were too focused on the girl to check. You dodged her sword, ignoring the pain in your leg as you slammed the butt of your gun against her hands causing her to drop the weapon and stumble back a few steps in pain.

"Please, I don't want to hurt you!" Michonne pleated and you turned around just in time as Linus raised his knife about to slash her stomach.

You quickly rushed forward and grabbed the boys shoulders, throwing him across the hallway as Michonne stared at the kid in panic, clearly not expecting the boy to actually try and hurt her. You had seen what kids could do before, there wasn't just adult soldiers in the Taliban base, there were kid soldiers too and sometimes they were worse.

You glanced over Michonne's body making sure she was okay before you turned back around to find the two kids running off down the hallway and disappearing out the back door. Damnit.

Without hesitation the two of you sprinted towards the door, your knee flaring in pain but you ignored it as you reached the door to find that it had been locked. Fucking typical.

"I'm going to try find another way around." Michonne quickly stated and you nodded as you slammed the butt of your gun against the glass squares in the door. The glass shattered as you reached your arm through the gap trying to feel for a lock switch, but quickly realised that it was chained with a padlock.

Thinking on the spot, you quickly took a few steps back and raised your rifle, firing at the two hinges on the door frame, breaking them both.

You kicked the door, instantly regretting it when your bad leg nearly gave way, but to your relief it worked as the door busted open. You nearly fell over in the process, but managed to keep your feet as you quickly scanned your surroundings but there was nothing outside.

"Michonne?!" You yelled, hoping the woman had somehow found another way outside when suddenly you heard her scream out in pain and you didn't waste any time as you sprinted around the building in the direction of the sound.

You could feel fresh blood dripping down your leg from the sudden movement, but you didn't worry about it when your eyes landed on Michonne. She was lying on the ground as Jocelyn started to beat her with a small plank of wood.

You quickly raised your rifle, pulling the trigger and Jocelyn fell to the ground motionless, a bullet imbedded through her skull. You jogged over to Michonne who to your relief seemed to be okay as she stood up in shock, before her eyes landed on you.

"Thanks, they took the kids in there." She stated, pointing towards something behind you and you quickly turned around spotting an old caravan across the yard. But, you were more focused on the five older kids standing between you and the caravan, all with various melee weapons in their hands.

"You can all come back to Alexandria. We'll take care of you." Michonne said, her voice soft and calm as the two of you took a few steps towards the kids, but you knew they weren't going to do that. They were too far gone.

"Kill all their children. The rest of you are with me." An older boy instructed, but even he would not a day over 14. He looked over at Winnie who nodded before she pulled out a knife and began running towards the caravan. No, she can't kill, Sophia. No.

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A/N- Link in bio for Masterlist. I will reblog with my Daryl Dixon Tag List, if you want to be added to the list just comment below. 

Managed to post another chapter, but the next chapter will be up next weekend. I hope you guys liked this chapter and I am so sorry it took this long to see Daryl again, but I hope the wait was worth it. Anyway, now I need to go study for my exams. 

Have a great day everyone and stay safe xx