#i could barely sleep last night like idk if they will ever release a full translation of this so i tried my best with machine translate

[aeoneris]

so i got the sunbreak design works artbook that just came out last week. it turns out there was one final short story in the back of the book to go along with the ones that were released last summer, and it marks the very end of rise. here is a very, very rough paraphrased translation that i told to my friend about it. it's about kagero and yomogi. it's so precious...

Edit: This story has now been properly translated by me and a Japanese friend of mine! Please refer to it here! (this post has a lot of inaccuracies since it was a quick run through, but now we've properly translated it)

[aiiwa]

BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.” 

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

[star-lemonade]

A request for you, don't say no oh my my~!! (Yes, I just wrote that singing undercover in my head)

If this is ok with you and have time, can I have a smut story with Sehyoon, maybe slow but passionate/intense sex in the living room on a hot summer night? (Idk Air-conditioning isn't working or something so they ended up there xD meaning extra sweaty Sehyoon)

A.C.E Wow x Reader

Genre: smut

CW: smut, nice legs, couch sex

Rating: R

Word count: 1.4 k

A/N: It's not a Sehyoon fic, if reader is not into his legs. They are so fine. This is probably full of mistakes, but I hope you like it anyways!!

Summer in the city was the worst.The hot air pooled in the streets, heating up the buildings even more. Temperatures had been high the past few days and now the heat did not even leave your apartment at night. You closed the blinds in the morning before you left for work and opened the windows at night. That was all you could do at the moment.

The sun was already low in the sky, when your doorbell rang on this friday.

“Hey.”

Your boyfriend smiled his shy smile on the other side of the door.. Sehyoon wore a tie dye t-shirt and shorts. His hair had gotten longer the past few months and he had tamed it with a headband.

“Hi?”

Your surprise at his arrival showed in your voice. He had not told you that he was coming to visit. He came and you peck his lips.

“What are you doing here?”

He sat his backpack down next to the door and avoided looking at you. This was his “I have done something stupid” reaction. You had seen it before. Like that time when he had broken one of your favorite necklaces.

“What happened?”

You tried to keep your voice neutral, but it did not come out that way.

“Can I sleep here for a few nights?”

His voice was pleading you not to ask why and reluctantly you did not. There would still be time to interrogate him later.

“Sure.”

A bright smile broke out on his face and he hugged you. It was a bone crushing hug that forced the air out of your lungs.

“You're the best.”

You cooked something -with Sehyoon’s creative(?) input- and took the food over to the couch table. Sehyoon had not stayed that often at your place, so it felt a bit odd that he was here and there was no set time when he would leave. On the other hand it was like a test run for living together. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time.

Sehyoon blew on his soup causing his glasses to fog up. They were the thick, round one he got not too long ago. The glasses made him look like a cute nerd.

“Can you turn on the aircon?”

Sehyoon wiped his face with a napkin. The hot soup had not helped with the temperature in your apartment. There was a problem.

“There is no aircon.”

He stared at you and you stared back.

“What do you mean there is no aircon?”

Usually Sehyoon was the most calm and chill person, but now he sounded alarmed. You gestured at the room.

“This apartment doesn’t have one.”

He was going through all stages of grief in front of your eyes. He sank into the couch. You grabbed his shoulder and tried your best not to laugh.

“Just don’t do anything that gets you warm and You’ll be fine.”

Under these circumstances, sitting on the couch and watching something was the best thing to do. However you had problems concentrating on what was happening on the screen. Your boyfriend’s legs were simply too distracting. He had always liked working out, but these past few months really showed. You loved his huge thighs and toned calves.

“You can touch them, you know?”

Sehyoon looked at you over the frame of his glasses. An amused smile appeared on his face. He found it “funny” how much you loved his legs. Unfortunately, he also used it to tease you by wearing shorts and flexing whenever he noticed you looking. You hated and loved every second.

He took your hand and placed it on his exposed thigh. His skin felt cool and a bit sweaty, but there was one sensation that was stronger than everything else. The strong muscles in his thighs made you feel things. You swallowed and shifted in your spot on the couch. Your throat felt dry, but it was the opposite between your legs.

“Sehni…?”

Your voice was quiet, but even to your ears it sounded pressed and barely restrained. You did not want him to hear what you felt. So naturally, he knew instantly.

“Hm?”

He pretended that he did not know what you were about to say.

“Can you... fuck me hard?”

Sehyoon looked into your eyes with a small smile on his face and Instead of an answer his lips landed on yours. The kiss was sloppy and surprisingly sweet.

Your back settled on the couch and Sehyoon was between you legs. You took your top off, but left the bra on. He loved it teasing your nipples through the material and exposing your breasts without taking the bra off. You would probably be thankful for the support later. He got rid of his shirt and it did not help with the situation between your legs. Sehyoon‘s arms were your other weakness. He pushed his hair back, a motion that was clearly only there to make you go insane. His arms were as big as you had ever seen them and he looked simply fantastic. You wanted to shut your leg and at least get some friction to your clit, but his hips were in the way.

He smiled an almost evil, but definitely smug smile, that needed to be wiped off his face. You let your hand land on his stomach and wander down until you reached the tent in his underwear. The contact made him groan and his eyes fluttered shut. You palmed him through his underwear and enjoyed his lovely moaning. Putting the condom on with your mouth earned you a particularly desperate one. You give him a few bobs of your head and licks before pulling back.

“Fuck me now.”

It was a demand and Sehyoon was happy to oblige. You lay back down. The fabric of the couch was a bit scratchy but you would survive. He entered you with ease and you left out a sigh. You had been waiting for this. A few slow thrusts gave you time to adjust. He leaned forward and held his weight with his arms. Looking into his eyes while his hips moved against you, pushing in and pulling out, was one of the most intimate things.

The couch was not widest, but it worked. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. His tongue explored your mouth, while his hips began to pick up speed. You ran your hands over his broad back, loving the feeling of his soft skin.

His hips halted. Sehyoon sat up and ran his hands over your chest, giving your breasts a squeeze. Sweat covered his body and ran down his chest.

He grabbed your hips tight. You did not particularly like it to have marks, but today you would not mind. His thrusts came faster and harder now. Every time your hips met your release came closer. A tension built up in your whole body. You held your breath as if that would keep the tension from escaping. Sehyoon groaned and his thrusts became more erratic. He leaned forward, supporting his weight with his arms as he buried his face between your breasts. The angle changed and you clenched around him. It was perfect. Just a little more. Sehyoon‘s hips snapped against you, hitting your sensitive clit with every pushing in. His moan and last few hard thrusts pushed you over the edge.

For some heartbeats there was only your breathing and the tv, that no one had bothered to turn off, audible in the room. You kissed the top of Sehyoon‘s head. He still rested his head on your chest, even though his breathing had calmed down. For him there was no better place to be than there. You petted his hair and ran your hands over his back. It was nice to feel his weight on you but he was getting heavy now.

“Let’s shower and go to bed.”

Your shower together was too cool for your taste but Sehyoon‘s kisses made it bearable. You dried each other off with fresh towels and went to your bedroom. The sun had set and you opened the window.

Sehyoon lay down on the side of the bed he always used when he was here. You settled down next to him and rested your head on his chest.

“Why can you not stay at your place?”

You made sure not to sound accusatory. It was nice to have him stay here. Even if it was just for a few days. He stared at the ceiling. The night air brought the sounds of the city outside into the room. You waited. Sehyoon let out a sigh and said:

“I broke the aircon at my place.”

A/N: I always forget that other countries don't have windows that you can only half open like we do in Germany XD (So countries have them too but idk if sk has it lol but that's what i imagine when i say sleep with the window open. )

[moonfox281]

idk what u think about prompts but imagine having dick beat up jason in front of all his men lmaooo, just like they're sparring and the newbies think that jasons obvi gonna win but jeff and trevor are like, 'just wait' idk

It was Friday night, not to mention the last Friday of the month, meaning paperwork. Jason had been scrunching up in his office for the past eight hours checking over files to files, rubbing face, cracking neck. 

He was tired. He was homesick. He had definitely missed dinner tonight, and also patrol. It was three o’clock when Jason checked his watch again. Three, Dick was probably sleeping at home by now. And if Jason managed to magically finish everything tonight, he’d probably be sleeping in the guest room with Beast taking over his side of the bed. 

Or so he thought. He was just about to pick the pen back up when the door slammed open so hard it shook the room. Nightwing stormed in and strode toward in front of his desk, full-on mask, uniform.

“Honey, you scared me.”

“Spar. Now.”

“Come again?”

Dick groaned and pulled Jason off his seat by the front of his shirt, dragging him all the way to the common room. Yeah, the gang common room, where most of his men found their fight club spirit. Along their ways, his workers dropped their jaws staring at them. In Jason’s defense, that little grip of Dick was very powerful.

Dick threw him down the only leather couch in the room that everybody knew  was only for Jason to sit. His men gagged on air. Okay, to Jason’s defense, again, he who was passively dragged all the way here, was no less surprised than any of them. 

If his reputation wasn’t already spontaneously damned under Dick’s hands, he would probably be really embarrassed. 

“Your men think I can’t beat you.“

Ah, his men were idiots. 

“They also think you always pretend I’m better to save my ego.“

Ah, his men weren’t idiots. They wanted Jason dead. 

“Do you believe them?“

Dick snorted and swiped his hair back with his chin tilted up. Ah, the killer move. He knew Jason would be down on four limbs for that sexy trick. “No. I want to show them.“

Just like that. Just like that, Jason lost his jacket, popped the top buttons of his dress shirt and rolled his sleeves up, gearing his ass for the beating. Dick stood a few steps away, grinning like Cheshire cat. Oh yeah, Dick just loved him playing around with three-piece suits.

“Ready?“

His men cheered, stood tight against each other around the ring. Great, if his floor wiping ass was going to be a public one, better give them a show.

“Okay.”

They walked in circle first, grinning at each other. Sparring wasn’t something new, it was just as much of a routine to them as eating breakfast or taking the dog out. 

In the end, Dick launched first, which okay, Jason hated that. Dick was fast, absurdly fast, his body was built to be fast. He dashed from left to right, front to back like a hummingbird in the air just to fuck with Jason’s eyes.

“You’ve got this Boss!” 

His men applauded. Jason felt a little jolt of energy because as stupid as it was, it was a little encouraging. 

He saw a trace ahead and threw his fist. Dick dodged, as expected, bent his back backward in a 90 degree and slid down the floor on his knees. Jason, with luck, thank God, managed to grab on Dick’s collar just when his back twisted a little painful and threw him over his shoulder. The crowd went wild. 

Usually, that would be it, but oh, Dick wouldn’t have been Nightwing and Nightwing wouldn’t have been Dick if that was it. He spread his legs wide midair and curled them around Jason’s neck before his body got down the ground, pulling Jason off his feet. The crowd went silent.

Jason choked up when he slammed down the floor. Dick grunt over his head. When he mentioned he wanted Dick’s legs over his shoulders for the rest of his life, this wasn’t what he was implying. 

Dick tightened his lock around his neck. Blood rushed to his head, Jason’s ears were ringing. Okay, enough game. 

He growled, pushed all his force and stamped hands down both sides of Dick’s hips, teeth grinding. 

“Come on!“ Dick shouted.

Jason carried both of their deadweights from a really fucked up angle and slowly lifted them up from the ground. Everyone was so quiet, a whispery gasp “holyshit” from someone came out as loud as a bang. 

“Stupid-Pit-juice-urgh!“ Dick hissed and tired out. His legs slid down, releasing air back into Jason’s system. Dick fell and landed on his hands in a three-point landing. 

Jason wrung a few buttons off and cracked his neck. His men were roaring, stomping their feet down the floor. For fuck sake, they were sparring, not opening a metal concert.

“Get him Boss!“

“You’re double his size. He’ll snap in a sec.”

“Show him what real man is, Boss!“

Dick clearly wasn’t happy with the chanting, and neither was Jason. That was the thing about the common room, it wasn’t just for people served exclusively to them, it was for the whole gang. Men didn’t know what Nightwing was, what he was capable of, what Jason was capable of for him.

All they saw, for now, was what met their eyes, a pair of long legs for a big man on a big chair. Gotham Kingpin and his shiny toy. 

In a short second of catching his breath, Jason saw the guys in the team circled around a table, shielding themselves away from the crowd, drinking, half watching, half talking. 

Those were the men that knew the true Red Hood and Nightwing, those were the key chains in the system. And those were the ones who knew exactly how this night was gonna end up like.

Jason cracked his knuckles and huffed. “You know I still have paperwork, right?“

Dick tilted his head. “You know I’m still your husband, right?”

Okay, point taken.  

“I’ll tell you this. If I lose, I’ll help you with paperwork.”

Jason’s shoulder dropped. “Really?” Because Dick had never wanted Jason’s work to meddle with him around a 10 feet range. 

“Really really.” Dick laughed.

Jason struke forward with a false kick.  Dick bit the bait and duck down on instinct, oh but he was damn quick. He caught the knee Jason threw over just in time not to eat the full force of it. But that made him double down, and double down meant showing his neck even for just a slight second. Jason only needed a slight second. 

Jason grabbed on his nape, which he knew was one of Dick’s sensitive spots, and hit his chin with his palm. No, there was no way in hell he would punch Dick in the face. That wasn’t what they did in sparring. And John would definitely chase him with a baseball bat if Dick ever got back with a black eye. 

But who said that hit didn’t count. Dick stumbled back on his steps, managed to wring himself out of Jason’s grip like a fish. He came by the edge of the ring, touched his chin with the tips of his fingers, grinned.

Okay, now Jason was royally dead. 

“You know, tonight was a bit boring.”

“So you needed a punching bag? Really?”

Because Jason totally did not enjoy playing punching dummy just so Dick could do moral lessons to toxic masculinity. Use Jefferson next time.”

Dick jumped forward and Jason was steady for the worse, until Dick vanished in thin air. Jason was an idiot, he should have known, he was fucking used to this. Dick did a full flip and spin in the air and landed right behind Jason’s back. He barely turned back in time to block the foot that flew right at his face. But that was a total mistake.

Dick used Jason’s grip on his ankle and sprung himself in a full-body spin and caught Jason in a double leg grapple. Nightwing’s signature double leg grapple was what put even Deathstroke down on the ground. So there was nothing to be ashamed of when Jason ended up the same and slammed down the floor.

Dick grabbed one of his arms before Jason could try lifting them up by sheer strength again, straining it up in a painful angle. This time, it was a full-body lock. And that was it. Jason might be strong, but he wasn’t Superman.

He tapped the floor with his only free hand before he went out of air. Dick released him with a sigh and did a kip-up to get back on his feet.

“That was fun.“

Jason laid spread on the floor, breathed. Thank god that flashy 360 spin of a double leg grapple shut even a fly up in the room. And thank god he was Dick’s husband and they were only sparring, or else Jason would have lost his neck.

But hey, guess none of the shit head in this room dared to light take him now.  

“Trevor,“ He called. “What’s the time?”

Trevor came by his side and squatted down, check his clock. “16 minutes.”

“Your water.“

“Thank you, Jefferson.“ Dick took the cool towel and water bottle from Jeff and grinned down at Jason. “Don’t you have paperwork?“

Jason rolled his eyes. And because he had already got enough of a night, he purposefully missed the way both Jefferson and Trevor turned away to hide their suppressed laugh. People still circled around the ring, right where he laid, starting, gagging on air. 

“Take a good look.” Jason heaved, slowly got up, dusted his shirt, checked over the ripped off buttons. There went his Bottega Veneta shirt. “Don’t ever provoke him again, clear?”

The gang shouted back ��Roger.” and quickly spread out. 

Dick came by his side, gave him a hand. “Come on, I’ll help you with the files.”

Ah, Jason just loved him so damn much.

[daniellesimagines]

Try It Again (Ashton Irwin) - Part 1 *

submitted by @palayeeeroyale

Trigger warning: Rape, PTSD, having to use a safe word (idk if being in a ‘needing to use the safe word’ situation is a trigger but i’d rather be safe than sorry)

~

Seven months ago, someone had violated you sexually. It wasn’t like you were asking for it; all you had on that day was your boyfriend’s hoodie over a Green Day shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans. And it wasn’t like you didn’t try to put up a fight; it was just you couldn’t. You didn’t know what he drugged you with, or how he got it, but you knew one thing: this guy wanted you to suffer. 

This drug paralyzed you – you couldn’t move, scream, and blinking was barely an option – but your mind was wide awake. It was some drug that doctors used, so you don’t know how he managed to get his hands on it. But you could remember everything: the pain on your lower half, the disgusting smell of his breath, the sound of him getting off to your agony, everything. 

This, obviously, fucked you up mentally. 

You had nightmares every night for months, waking up drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Eventually, that turned into sleep paralysis – your demon being the man who made you no longer feel safe no matter where you were – and this made you freak out more because the feeling of being paralyzed made you have panic attacks at 3 in the morning. 

But if there’s one thing that’s been the biggest help throughout all of this, it’s your boyfriend Ashton.

Your journey through recovery would’ve been a whole lot harder if it weren’t for him. He’s comforted you through all the nightmares, been so gentle around you, held you after a panic attack or PTSD episode, being more than willing to wait for you to be 100% ready to have sex again, among many other things. 

You feel guilty that he has to basically take care of you – you even tried to convince him to leave you, but he completely dismissed the idea of that in your time of need. He’d tell you that this was not your fault, that you shouldn’t have to suffer through this at all, let alone all by yourself. He’s been there for you for 4 years, and he isn’t gonna stop just because one guy couldn’t keep it in his pants.

You’ve gotten better since the incident. The nightmares were less frequent, and the sleep paralysis barely made an appearance anymore. You were getting less startled by every little thing, and you were able to talk about it more to your therapist without breaking down into another episode. 

Now, you and Ashton were sitting on the couch, watching a movie with his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your head on his chest. Well, you weren’t really watching it, you were just feeling content in your loving boyfriend’s arms, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the rumble in his chest whenever the movie’s characters did/said something funny. You looked up at him, just wanting to admire your beautiful boyfriend.

You take in his features for a bit before he looks down at you. He smiles sweetly and lovingly at you, and you at him. You both lean in to kiss each other, a quick but loving peck, before pulling away only a few inches away from your faces. Your eyes flicker down to his lips before meeting his again, and he does the same. 

You both lean in again, but this kiss lasted longer. It wasn’t teeth-bumpingly aggressive, but it was passionate and slow. He carefully rests his hands on your waist, and you give him the okay to continue by wrapping your hands around his neck. He pulls you onto his lap, and you lick his bottom lip so make this kiss deeper. You two explore each other’s mouths for a bit when a feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time started to build up.

Desire, lust, want, longing, horny – whatever you wanted to call it.

You tug on the hairs on the nape of Ashton’s neck, causing him to let out a deep groan, before backing away. You chase after his lips, this kiss lasting shortly before he pulls away again.

“Baby, we need to stop here,” he giggles. He isn’t mad about having to stop, he just wants you to feel safe.

“But I don’t wanna stop,” you inform him. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“But-”

“I think I wanna try again.” 

His eyes widen in shock, “Baby, are you sure? I don’t want you to do this for me, I want you to-”

“This isn’t just for you,” you say truthfully. Though you did feel bad that you’ve been depriving him of sex for over half a year, you also wanted to be close to him again. “I really want to do this.”

He looks at you hesitantly, still unsure if he should let this continue. You kiss him deeply, grinding down on his lap, cutting off his thoughts and making him groan again.

“Okay, okay!” he giggles at your eagerness. You laugh along with him. “But as soon as you’re feeling even the slightest bit uncomfortable, you promise me you safe-word out,” he says seriously.

You nod, “I promise.”

“Pinky swear?” he holds out his pinky finger. You take one of your hands that were on the back of his neck and wrap your little finger around his.

“Pinky swear.”

“Ok, you remember the safe word?”

“Red light?”

“Yes. Now if you feel the need to stop at all, you yell that out, ok?”

“Okay,” he smiles at you, leaning back in once more to continue your makeout session.

His tongue immediately entered your mouth and you continued your grinding, wanting to hear more of his sexy noises. You felt his hardening length grow underneath your butt as he runs his hands up and down your body.

He puts his hand underneath your bottom and lifts you up off the couch. Without ever disconnecting your lips, he carries you to your shared bedroom. He drops you both on the bed, putting himself on top of you. He pulls away to kiss you down your neck. 

The feeling of another person on you gives you an unsettling feeling. You shake it off quickly though, not wanting to stop this early on. Ashton starts sucking and licking on that one spot on your neck that causes you to moan out.

“Ash,” you breathe out. He looks at you with a smile.

“I’m gonna take your shirt off, okay?” he states. He wants to make sure that you know exactly what he’s doing, so you aren’t surprised or scared at all. You nod and sit up. He threw your shirt off into some corner of the room before asking, “Are you okay? Still wanna continue?” You nod and he returns to your lips. 

You start to unbutton his shirt, him shrugging it off as soon as the last button was undone. You two keep shedding clothes until you were both nude, him in between your legs with his length in his hand.

This picture brings back that unsettling feeling. The feeling was accompanied by an image – an image you’ve been trying to forget for seven months. But when he asks “Are you sure?” again, you ignore the feeling and nod to him, wanting to be physically close to the love of your life once again.

He pushes himself in and lets out a guttural moan. You bury your head in his shoulder so he doesn’t see the discomfort in your face and the tears in your eyes. You try your best to fight the memories and just let yourself enjoy the moment, but it was a losing battle. You didn’t want to stop for Ashton’s sake but you were close to another episode. You had to get out of this. You didn’t want this anymore. You need it to stop.

“Y/N…” Ashton moans.

“R-Red light!” you cry, “Red light! Red light! P-Please stop! I can’t!” 

Ashton immediately pulled out and threw himself to the opposite end of the bed as soon as you used your safe word. He was no longer erect – his body is now full of pure concern for you, who’s crying into your hands. He doesn’t try to come closer, knowing that the last thing you want right now is to be touched. So he just sits there; watching the women he loves sob and hiccup because of him and her traumatic past.

“Y/N? Baby, do… Do you want me to leave you alone for a second…?” he asks softly. 

He isn’t hurt when you nod your head. He understands that you need a minute to collect your thoughts. He stands up off the bed and puts his underwear and sweatpants back on. 

“Okay, princess, I’ll be in the living room, alright?” You nod again, and he sighs.

He wants nothing more than to hold you and tell you how much he loves you. But he knows that doing that may make this worse, so he quietly exits the door with glossy eyes.

You sit curled up, naked on your bed, crying and whimpering for a few moments. When you finally manage to calm yourself down, you let out a final sniff and wipe your wet hands on the sheets below you. 

You put on your underwear after finding the place that Ash had tossed them, put on one of his button-down polka-dotted shirts. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you wipe off the wet stains on your face and brush away the hair that stuck to your forehead and cheeks. You muster up the strength to walk out the bedroom with your arms wrapped around yourself.

When you walk in the living room, you see your shirtless boyfriend standing behind the couch with a glass of water in his hand, watching the movie that you two had left on. Or maybe it was another movie that had been on autoplay. You honestly didn’t know.

You walk over silently to stand behind him, and wrap your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his back between his shoulder blades. He lets out a breath of relief, glad you aren’t mad or scared of him. But the next words that you said nearly stunned him to silence.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, choking up again. He leans over the couch – making you release him – and rests his glass on the cushion, not really caring if it spilled since it was just water. He spun around and wrapped you up tightly in a hug.

“Princess, you have no reason to apologize. I’m not upset that we had to stop, not even a little bit,” he rubs your back as you press your face into his collar bone, “In fact-” He pushes you back slightly by your shoulders. “-I’m extremely proud of you.” You raise an eyebrow in confusion as he continued. “I was so afraid that you wouldn’t say anything and just let me continue. That you weren’t gonna push me off for my sake,” he pushes some of your hair behind your ear, “I don’t wanna be the one who scares you, or puts you in pain. You know that. If I found out that I came inside you when you were silently suffering, I’d never forgive myself. I’m so glad you ‘red-light’-ed out, baby. Please never be afraid to tell me that you’re uncomfortable.” As he tells you this, you see tears build up in his eyes before a few fell down his face.

“But… But what if I’m never ready?” you swallow thickly.

“Then me and righty are about to get really reacquainted,” he jokes, shaking his right hand in the air, making you laugh that beautiful laugh he loves so much. 

He can’t wait to make you laugh for the rest of your lives. But until then, he has to worry about jumping over this hurdle before he tries the next one.

Part 2

[1a-imagines]

could I request a scenario with bakugo and female reader, in which bakugo overhears the girls talking about your guys’ relationship and how hard it must be and he hears reader giggling and saying that “falling for/loving him was the easiest thing” she has done and that she feels so lucky to have someone like him. cue bakugo later at night sneaking into her dorm room cuddling and telling her that he loves her and that he is the lucky one to have someone like reader by his side Thank u u r amazing

A/n: So I noticed this ask was sent in twice but slightly different wording? Idk if it was the same person or a spoopy coincidence o_0 but even so- I’ve got'chu I’m going to give you a part two where he sneaks into your room the night after to give you some loving. Just for you💕~  Enjoy~

Part one:

~*~

You let yourself release a gleeful sigh when your body came into contact with your bed. The warm sheets embracing every curve of your body, finally helped your aching muscles to relax. It was the night after your sleepover, and since you and the girls had barely gotten any sleep last night, tonight’s sleep was happily welcomed. You felt a small giggle erupt from your throat as you remembered all the things you and the girls had gotten up to last night, pulling pranks on the boys, eating a bunch of junk food in your pyjamas. Watching movies, as well as gossiping about anything and everything. It was perfect, to say the least. You almost wished it would have lasted forever.

Though, it did take a while to get off the topic of crushes. Mina did not want to let it go, but since the conversation topic didn’t include you and you weren’t the one getting pressured by her to spill your secrets, you were able to sit back and watch in amusement.

As you looked back on the, newly made, fond memories You felt your eyelids drooping as your body sank further into your mattress.

Had your bed always felt this good? Maybe it was because of your sleep deprivation? But right now, you felt like you were laying on a fluffy cloud. It was made all the more better than your sheets had been freshly cleaned and they smelt so good! The soft cotton caressed your body and with one final yawn, you were eventually lulled into a deep slumber.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for but, before you knew it, you were woken up again from the movement of your bed dipping down. Which was closely followed by the feeling of strong arms wrapping around your waist from behind. You were so startled from the sudden intrusion, you almost jumped out of bed, ready to use your quirk on the intruder, but their arms kept you in place. Though you couldn’t see who it was, the protective hold on you was all too familiar, along with the faint smell of smoke. It reminded you of a burnt out bonfire and it never failed to make you want to go camp out in a forest.

“Relax dumbass, It’s just me.” His raspy voice entered your ears. You relaxed in his hold, coming to terms with the fact it was just your boyfriend.

You gave him a small slap on his wrist for scaring you as you tried to crane your neck to look at him. His legs curled up into yours so he could spoon you. As nice as it was, you would like to be able to see him, maybe even give him a few kisses. It wasn’t every day he would sneak into your bed to cuddle you. You had to take full advantage of this opportunity.

“What the hell?! Don’t scare me like that!” You scolded him but your tone lacked any real bite. You shuffled closer to him, getting comfortable as your back pressed into his chest. As usual, he was like a damn heater. You couldn’t recall a time he’s ever felt cold when you’ve cuddled him. That was probably because of his quirk, though, it meant during the winter you would never have to waste money on heating and extra blankets. You could just get some reluctant cuddles from your boyfriend to stay nice and toasty.

“Shut up, just let me hold you.” He quietly groaned from behind you. This wasn’t the first time he had snuck in here after curfew to cuddle you and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it was still a rare moment, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he was being so affectionate right now.

“What’s all this affection for?” You asked after a while of comfortable silence. His larger hands had begun to slowly caress your frame, admiring every dip and curve of your beautiful body. It’s not like he didn’t ever cuddle you but the affection was still surprising. Then again, he had been acting a lot more affectionate all day. He was constantly reaching for your hand and clinging to your side. Even when you two were apart he would send you sweet messages, telling you he loved you. As much as you adored all his love and attention, it was a bit out of character for him. Especially these surprise cuddles.

He was holding you like you were the most precious treasure in the world. Usually, his cuddles were strong and tight, almost suffocating, depending on the type of day he was having. Which was a lot different from what you were receiving right now. He was gently running his fingertips along your smooth skin as his other hand stayed wrapped around your waist, securing you to his body. You could feel his breath tickling your ear lobe which sent shivers down your spine. The two of you couldn’t be pressed closer together if you tried, you could feel every inch of him.

“Do I need a fucking reason? You’re my girlfriend!” He scoffed.

“I know, I know! I was just curious.” You gave in with a sigh as your arms wrapped around his. You wished he would let you turn to face him but he seemed adamant about spooning you right now. So you had to make do with only being able to play with his hands as he cuddled you.

You felt him bury his face into the back of your neck, the tip of his nose softly caressing your skin. You relished in the feeling of his whole body embracing yours, it only got better when his lips brushed against your skin in an attempt to litter your neck with soft kisses.

“You know; I heard what you said last night, right?” He said in between kisses, his words slightly muffled as his face was pressed into your neck. Your hair was softly tickling his nose but he didn’t care because the smell of your shampoo was greatly comforting to him. In fact, your whole body was intoxicating and he would always, gladly, push his pride down if it meant getting to hold you close.

‘Ah, So that’s what this is about?’ You let out a small hum and reached a hand back to gently pet his hair. Surprisingly, he let you! You slowly ran your fingertips through his unbelievably soft hair, a smile creeping onto your face when you felt his head lean into your hand, wanting more of your touch.

“I know, sorry, I didn’t mean to say those embarrassing things to the girls.”

“That’s not it…” He muttered softly as his thumb drew circles into your stomach just above your belly button. Most of his gentle touches were tickling you and you were struggling to suppress your giggles. You knew if you let them out he would carry on to mercilessly tickle you and you really didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment.

“Hearing you say that stuff, about how falling in love with me was the easiest thing you’ve ever done, made me really happy, I-…” He paused for a moment, he still wasn’t used to being so open about all his romantic feelings for you. It was hard to say it out loud because he felt like an idiot whenever he tried to do so, but nothing, not even his pride, was going to stop him from telling you how much you mean to him.

“-I feel so lucky to have you. I still can’t believe someone like you, is mine. You make me so happy, you know that? I know I don’t say it enough, but I really do love you. So. Damn. Much.”

Your heart felt like it could burst from happiness at any moment.

This is what you had been telling the girls about, the softer side of him. The side of him only you got to see, Despite what everyone else may think, you’re so incredibly lucky to have him as yours. It doesn’t matter if he refused to be outwardly romantic, or if he refused to hug or kiss you in public because these were the moments you lived for.

He finally let you turn in his arms, the first thing you noticed upon seeing his face was his pink tinted cheeks. You cupped them in your hands, gently rubbing the pad of your thumb under his eye, causing him to squint. You chuckled at how cute he was being, it melted your heart seeing him staring at you with such soft, loving eyes. You pressed a small kiss to his lips, then his nose and then his forehead.

“I love you too, you big softy.” You let out a small giggle before tightly wrapping your arms around his waist in return. As much as you wanted to stay in this moment forever, kissing his pink cheeks and brushing your hand through his hair, sleep was calling your name. Bakugo noticed your eyes drooping close and pulled your face into his neck, “Get some sleep, kitten.”

You nodded happily, feeling too sleepy to protest. As you began to lose consciousness again you felt Bakugo’s hand sweep some hair from your face before pressing a tender, loving kiss to your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, baby.”

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The Lost Girl (Part 1)

Series Summary: The story of Raven, this first and only Lost Girl of Neverland. A long time ago she was a prisoner on a ship, and now she’s stuck on the island she helped create.

Chapter Summary: A long time ago in the Enchanted Forest, a young Killian, Liam, and Talia watch the stars. In present day Neverland, Raven runs into an old friend-turned-enemy.

Notes: Me? Starting a new series when I have two perfectly good ones? No I would never.

Ok actual notes now this is an OC story starting in season 3 of Once Upon A Time. It’s gonna have a little Peter Pan x OC, maybe some Henry x OC in far later chapters. But overall the story is more about my OC, Talia/Raven, than her relationships. In this story we’re disregarding the whole “Peter Pan is Rumplestiltskin’s dad” thing cause that was stupid. I’ll come up with something better. Also Henry is slightly aged up, I’m thinking around 15. I know this creates problems but i don’t really care :) Besides that there’s not much canon divergence for now, but once we get into seasons 4/5 whatever (idk IF the story will go that far into the show cause I only have a vague plan on the beginning and the end and the middle is a big old question mark) i’m gonna fix some shit *cough* frozen *cough*

Warnings: Heavily implied that the OC is a rape victim. I won’t ever go into any detail but it’s going to come up multiple times throughout this series. Not so much in this chapter, but depression/suicidal thoughts may come up in later chapters because of this. Language. 

Word Count: 2.6k

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~ A very long time ago ~

“Talia!” A young boy’s whispers, and his hand shaking her shoulder, woke Talia from her sleep. Talia slowly peeled her eyes open, to reveal a boy a few years younger than herself. 

“Killian, it’s the middle of the night.” 

“The stars are falling! Come out and look, Liam is already on the deck!” Killian tugged on Talia’s hands this time, pulling as hard as he could. Even though Talia was easily stronger than Killian, she allowed herself to be taken from her bunk at the mention of Liam. Liam, Killian, and Talia are the only kids on the ship, luckily all relatively close in age. Talia couldn’t help but develop a crush on Liam, who was only a year older than herself.

When Killian and Talia emerged onto the deck, Talia’s eyes were immediately drawn to the sky. Just as Killian had said, hundreds of stars appeared to fall from the sky in a way Talia had never seen before. Killian and Talia ran to the side of the ship to where Liam was already standing. The trio giggled as they watched the sky, pointing out their favorite stars and enjoying this rare moment of fun. Normally the time spent on the ship was the exact opposite; they were all servants, sold to work for Captain Silver until they could buy their way out. Liam and Killian were brothers, who had been sold to the Captain by their father. Talia was given to the Captain by her mother a year later, when her mother was in desperate need of money. The three of them spent their time cleaning the ship, and avoiding the abuse of the crew.

“I wish I could fly like the stars.” Talia said to the brothers, still watching the sky as the stars began to stand still once more. 

“What do you mean?” Killian asked, looking up to the girl. Talia often teased him for his height, as she stood nearly a head taller than him.

“The stars are free. I wish I could fly away and disappear, like...like a raven disappears into the night.” Talia felt a tear develop in her eye, though quickly wiped it away, not wanting to appear weak. As she got older, Captain Silver and some of the other crew had begun expecting more of her. Talia wasn’t sure how much longer she could succumb to their requests.

“You would leave us?” Killian said, in a whisper so low Talia could barely hear it. Talia knew her answer, though she couldn’t form the words to voice it. How could she tell Killian, her best friend, the closest she’d ever come to a brother, that she would leave if given the chance? Before she could figure out her answer, an adult voice interrupted the night.

“Talia.” The deep voice caused all three kids to turn around, and they found Captain Silver had joined them on the deck. “Come. Keep me company tonight.” Liam’s hand found Talia’s, causing her to turn to look at him. Liam gave her hand a comforting squeeze, before releasing it. Liam and Talia had agreed to try and keep this part of her life from Killian as long as they could. He was still two years younger than Talia, and blissfully oblivious to the darker parts of life. But as Talia grew, the crew became less subtle about their eyes for her.

“Aye, Captain.” Talia spoke to Silver, leaving her friends for a night she’d rather forget.

~ Present day ~

Raven ran through the woods of Neverland, avoiding the traps she knew lost boys had set. She’d lost count of the days she’d been running a long time ago. For more years than she’d like to admit, Raven had been trying to find a way off the island, and rumor has it that Pan was close to finding the heart of the truest believer, which meant she had to get off this island now or never. If Pan really did have the heart, he’d soon be more powerful than ever before. She wouldn’t be able to hide from him any longer, If Pan ever found out what she’d done, he’d kill her on sight.

Luckily, right now she didn’t have to worry too much about Pan finding her, because his focus was on the newest group that had landed on the island. Raven didn’t know who they were, but her magic made it easy to sense them. They had magic of their own, both light and dark, that much was obvious. If Pan is distracted by them, she may be able to find a portal back to the Enchanted Forest without Pan noticing.

Raven slowed her run to a walk as she approached her hideout. The only place on the island that was hidden from Pan. She had a friend that had used it when he hid from Pan a long time ago, but he was gone now, and with a little extra protection magic, she’d made it her own. Her eyes moved up to the rock that covered the entrance, only to see a group of people attempting to get in. Quickly she drew her bow, and took aim. Her warning shot hit the rock just past the ear of one of the men, causing the whole group to turn towards her. It was a group of five; three women and a man she didn’t recognize, and one man she did. Hook.

“Hook, why the hell are you invading my hideout?” Raven said, pointing her bow at him this time. The other four were armed with weapons of their own; one woman even had a ball of fire in her hand, but she paid no attention to them. 

“Your hideout? Last I checked Baelfire was the one who lived here, lass. And you were with Pan.” Killian’s words caused the group to look at her with even more animosity than before. Raven didn’t even get a chance to respond before a fireball was making its way towards your face.

“Regina, no!” One of the women yelled, but she quickly realized her words were useless. Raven moved her bow into her right hand, and used the left to easily catch the fireball before it could hit her. With a smirk on her face, she made the ball disappear. The strangers looked at the seemingly young girl with shocked faces.

“You’ve been gone a long time, Hook. A lot has changed. Especially me.” Raven briefly stopped speaking, and used her magic to move the stone blocking the entrance. “I’m assuming you’re looking for something of Bae’s.” Raven walked towards the group, slipping past the man and women who held swords to enter the little home. “His stuff is all here, help yourselves. Just do it quickly, you being here will bring Pan’s attention, and he and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms.” She had moved all of Bae’s old things into baskets, and so she pulled them out of their hiding spot and onto the makeshift table. “I don’t know what use they have to you, Hook.”

“We thought his things might show how he managed to get off the island.” The woman who spoke had held a bow, like your own, but she was the only one of the group who had actually put away her weapon. 

“Bae got off the island?”

“You didn’t know?” Hook said, taking a step towards Raven and putting away his sword.

“When he ran from camp I was still with the lost boys. When he never came back, I assumed Pan killed him, or that he’d died trying to get off the island.” Raven paused, not wanting to accidentally reveal too much emotion behind her next words. “I’m glad to hear that he’s ok.”

There was an awkward silence after she spoke. “He’s not exactly-” The brunette, the nice one, spoke, before being cut off by another woman, who you assumed to be Regina.

“He’s dead.” Any hope Raven had previously was squashed in an instant.

“Regina!” The man she didn’t know scolded, only to be met with Regina’s glare.

“What? Are we supposed to comfort her? Lie to her? Hook said it himself, she works for Pan!”

Raven scoffed. “I used to work with Pan. I never worked for him.” While she spoke, Hook and the blonde woman were examining the drawings on the walls. Most of them were old, from Bae’s time in the cave, but a few were newer. Raven had added to Bae’s doodles over the years. “If there’s anything in here that’ll get someone off the island, I haven’t found it. And trust me, I’ve been trying to get off this island for a long time.” She said, beginning to pull stuff out of one of the baskets. The nice woman joined her, inspecting each item as she went.

“I’m Snow.” She introduced herself as she worked, looking at a coconut bowl before setting it down. “That’s my husband, David, and our daughter, Emma. That’s Regina, and it’s clear that you already know Hook.” She pointed to each person she introduced. David and Emma each gave Raven a nod when Snow spoke their names, while Regina ignored her as she rummaged through another basket. “What’s your name?” Snow asked kindly.

“Raven.” She could hear Hook scoff from across the cave, but Raven elected to ignore it. 

“Hand me that candle.” Emma said from across the room. David grabbed it from the table where Snow had left it, and quickly lit it aflame before handing it to his daughter. Raven moved to the edge of the cave, watching as the group looked through Bae’s things and examined the wall. Emma and Hook had a hushed conversation about the drawings, while Regina, David, and Snow continued to look through the baskets. Emma turned away from Hook and spoke to the rest of the group after she finished looking at the artwork. “What’s all this?”

“Uh,” Snow began, “Just some cups and bowls he fashioned from things he found here.” Some of those items were actually Raven’s, but she decided to keep quiet and continue watching quietly.

“I don’t know how great a cup this coconut could make. It’s filled with holes.” Raven had already discovered the map that the coconut actually revealed, but she also knew the problem that followed it. So again, she kept quiet. She had no reason to help them, and she hoped once they realized there was nothing of use here, they’d leave and never come back.

“Uh, maybe it’s a tiny...colander.” Snow suggested.

“What’s a colander?” Raven spoke up. Snow waved it off, signalling that it wasn’t exactly important. 

“Yes, because preteen Baelfire probably made lots of pasta.” Regina noted sarcastically, ignoring your question and rolling her eyes at Snow. While Snow glared at Regina, you noticed Emma figuring out the hidden map.

“Hold on…” She started, “Hook, snuff out that torch.” Hook followed her direction quickly, and plunged the cave into darkness. Emma connected the two coconuts, and looked up at the roof. 

“What, am I supposed to be impressed that he made a night-light?” Regina made yet another sarcastic comment.

Raven, having enough of their slow place, decided to jump in. “It’s a map.” Unlike the rest of the group, who were looking at the ceiling, Raven’s eyes were fixed at the ground. She’d stared at that map hundreds of times, but could never decode it. 

“To home?” Emma questioned, a slight attitude in her voice, “I thought you said there wasn’t anything useful here?”

“I didn’t lie. It’s unreadable.”

“Aye, She’s right.” Hook said. Raven looked up, shocked that Hook would even be willing to admit she was right about anything. “There was a short time in Neverland when Baelfire was aboard my ship. I taught him to navigate using the stars. What you’re looking at is the fruit of my labors.”

“Then you can read it.” Regina noted, as she glanced away from the map and towards Hook. For the first time Raven had heard, there was no animosity in her voice. Raven scoffed at her remark, causing Regina’s glare to return and land on Raven. “What?”

Raven looked at Hook as she quoted the words they’d both heard as children, “The best captains conceal their maps in a code.” Hook held the stare for a moment before he spoke again.

“Aye. He was an apt pupil.”

“So you’re saying the only person who can read this map is Neal.” Snow said. Even her hope appeared to be draining. Raven’s eyebrows furrowed at the name Neal, but she figured Bae must’ve done the same thing she had when he left Neverland; New life, new name. 

“Which means the only person who can read it is dead. I told you, there’s nothing useful here.” Raven said. Emma took the lid off of the candle, before setting it back on the table and walking out of the cave, followed by Snow and David.

Regina continued to look annoyed, but shuffled through the last of Baelfire’s items. Raven decided to take this moment to confront Hook.

“Why’d you come back?”

Hook looked at her with an unreadable expression. “Why aren’t you working with Pan anymore?” Raven rolled her eyes at his question. Pan was the last person she wanted to be thinking about.

“We had a disagreement. Answer my question.”

“Pan found the heart of the truest believer.”

Raven drew a deep breath at this. Sure, she’d heard the rumors, but it’s different to have it confirmed. She’s really running out of time now. “I heard. What does that have to do with you?”

“It’s Emma’s son. Emma and…” Hook paused. “Emma and Baelfire’s boy.” Raven’s eyebrows shot up now. This was not what she’d expected at all. To learn that Baelfire made it off the island, died, and had a son who was now being held captive by Pan all at once is a lot for anyone to handle. Especially someone who has so much history with Bae.

“Pan took Bae’s son?” Raven could barely believe it.

“Aye.”

At this point, Emma came marching back in, followed by Snow and David. David took this time to relight the torch. The group began looking around again, she assumed they were trying to come up with some kind of plan, but Raven was hardly paying attention. She owed Baelfire so much, and even though every logical bone in her body said that she should just get these people out of her life, her heart knew she had to at least attempt to help. After all, she’d spent so many years working with Pan, her help had set Pan in the right direction to find Bae’s son. When Emma, Snow, and Regina made their exit Raven followed them, while Hook and David stayed behind a moment. 

“I want to help you guys.”

“No.”

“Really?”

Regina and Snow spoke at the same time, glaring at the other’s response.

“Look, I know you guys have no reason to trust me, but I owe Baelfire my life.” Behind you, David and Hook exited the cave. She had the whole group’s attention now. “If I can’t pay back Bae, the least I can do is help his son. Plus, I really hate Pan.” Raven could practically feel Hook rolling his eyes behind her, but she kept talking. “And I spent more years than I could count working with him. I know him better than anyone. All I ask in exchange is passage off the island after we find the boy.”

“Henry.” Emma said, as she took a step towards Raven, “His name is Henry. How do we know this isn’t a trick? Can you prove to us that you don’t work with Pan anymore?”

“Yes.”

“How?” Hook spoke up this time, coming into her line of sight.

“Easy. I’ll take you to my grave.”

~~~

I hope this is a good first chapter! I had a hard time deciding when to stop lol, but i already have half of the next chapter written so hopefully I’ll update this one pretty soon :)

[lizacstuff]

Hi there, hope you had a good Christmas. I absolutely loved 24, so many Eda and Serkan scenes.....however I am also confused by it. When Eda said she was going to speak to Grandma at the beginning Serkan reassured her he was nearby and then said he was going home.....dude that is not nearby! When she came to his place and she told his maybe she should go away, he was so gutted that it was so easy for her to walk away from him, I don't know if I am reading too much into this, but he was so sad.

Hello! Yes I had a lovely holiday, I hope you had a great one as well. Sorry it took me awhile to answer this, I wanted to pull my episode thoughts (now posted) together before I read other people’s thoughts. That scene was definitely altered. I talked a little bit about it here.  You’re right that he says he’ll be nearby while she’s confronting Babaane and then clearly they added a line about him going home in post production. That is a huge disconnect right there. Kerem was not on camera, and the audio was obviously recorded as voice over later, not when they shot. This episode underwent some serious last minute surgery.  So bizarre. I would love to know the backstage gossip on this one, because this level of alteration on an episode at such a late stage seems like an extreme action to take. 

jan31 said: Why would he go home in the middle of the day to shave? He's not that type of guy, yes he has changed but he still values his company and a new partner just arrived. While people raved over the shaving scene, again it seemed muted, normally Serkan would be making all kinds of comments and gestures with Eda being close by, but he seemed sad in a way, even though they agreed to be together against Grandma.

I agree with all of this, and talked about it a bit in my full comments that I just posted. The mood in that entire seen was off for me, and I don’t know how to explain it other than the whatever they did to hack this episode apart and put it back together caused inconsistencies. 

(more parts to the ask under the cut)

jan31 said: I love how he noted the change from robot to man with a heart full of love for Eda So many scenes of leaving and staying and fighting that I am in turmoil, I fear Eda will leave or break up with Serkan to protect him after the arrest situation as she realises what her gran can do. On the other hand wouldn't it be lovely to see them fake the break up, tell no one and fool everyone. Now that would be good viewing and some comedy no doubt, which is what we are here for.

I am banking on a fake break up or rather hidden relationship story and I think it will happen no matter what, but we might get Eda sacrificing herself to save him first. We shall see. 

jan31 said: I fear it will be the first option though, even if it isn't in her character to run. She deeply loves Serkan and will do anything to protect him. Hopefully she remembers her father took a brave stand against her and married for love. When Eda went to Serkans and stayed the night it was another strange atmosphere, particularly when she was saying goodnight, he barely acknowledged her. I am not sure if it's make up or lighting but Kerem looked very pale and worn out in this scene.

Honestly, I think Kerem is worn out. He looks tired in much of the BTS I’ve seen lately. This show has kept a crazy schedule for 6-7 straight months. WITHOUT A BREAK. And now Fox has cancelled the winter hiatus, so there is no break at all. The cast/crew are only getting a few days because of the Covid restrictions over New Years in Turkey. On top of his nonstop schedule on SCK, Kerem has done the Hello photoshoot and interview, another cover shoot that was released today, plus he’s been shooting an entire other show on his days off. Aynen Aynen, which is just crazy to me. I hope he gets some rest soon.

As for that scene, agreed. I don’t think Serkan’s mood had anything to do with Kerem being tired, but it was another inconsistency in an episode full of them. In another ask I said:

I suppose the best I can guess is that Serkan knew Eda was confused, he knew he had convinced her to stay under the guise it would be platonic and the "last time." He's always been a gentleman with her. So perhaps he felt compelled, for her sake, to keep it in that place, but seeing her in the bath sent him into overdrive and the only thing he could do is throw himself into work to make sure the situation didn't go any further before she was fully ready?  

However, if that was really what they were going for, they needed to give us a few more clues to how he was feeling. As presented, it was all just so weird. He’s been chasing Eda for weeks and finally she’s in his house, in PJs, about to sleep in his bed, being sweet and flirty with him and he doesn’t even look at her?? WHAT?  Maybe we were also supposed to think that Bulca’s gift sitting there had him so embarrassed and freaked out and that’s why he was being subdued? Idk. Maybe he was afraid of some ‘I told you so’ from Eda? Or a combo of all of it?

jan31 said: Why the hell did he go to Bulges house and what was the purpose of her wrecking the place and I assume having him arrested in conjunction with Grandma. He should of called the police himself 🙄 Did she go to the party with him or to his house? Did she think he would stay with her ?🤣 The bracelet he bought her was amazing and what a lovely scene. But please can they stop showing us the final scene in the fragman Sorry for such a long post, but this episode confused me in good and bad ways

Hmmm, interesting, but I doubt he’ll be arrested for wrecking Bulca’s house. Why would Bulca do that when she wants a relationship with him? Lying about that and pressing fake charges would ensure she would never, ever get near him again. Grandma might want that, but I don’t think Bulca would agree because it doesn’t serve her end goal. Besides that would be too easily cleared up. There’d be the record of her calling him, plus any security footage, plus his reputation and his lack of motive. 

However, I agree that he should never have gone to her house and if he did he should have called the police first. Hopefully, this is the end of him doing dumbass things while trying to be a good, kind person. Give me episode 1 Serkan back when it comes to Bulca, please. She needs to be put in her place. 

jan31 said: The prince arrives next week, I wonder if Serkan knows the plan or grandma tells him he is a client. PLEASE Eda, tell him the plan Should be very interesting and as he is just a guest star won't be around long, pity as he is easy on the eye!! Fifi's interaction with grandma's bodyguard....oooh I am here for more

Oh I forgot about Fifi’s interaction with grandma’s bodyguard. That was interesting. We’ll have to see how that develops. It might be a fun romance, AND useful to Team Edser down the line if Fifi has a way in there. 

The prince is handsome, but not handsome enough to temp me (or Eda) away from Serkan. LOL. I don’t know what guest star means in Turkey. In the US, a guest star might be in one episode or 2/3rds of the season. In Turkey, does it mean just a certain number of episodes?

Anyway thanks for your comments. I really hope the writing situation gets under control. I’m not someone who complains about the writing every time something happens I don’t like. In this case the writing legit has some base level technical problems that need fixing, and I hope the new team is capable of doing it. 

[kitten-keith]

Private Moments

Two posts in a day? Yeah cause while I was fighting with my internet I finally got the chance to sort of proof read this one. Started it in like... March? Last year. was more of a headcanon free form thing that got unintentionally longer and then longer still and then I forgot about it for months, popped in on it a few times, forgot some more and then finally wrote the most ridiculous sappy ending ever like-- last month? two months ago? Idk.

Anyway. Enjoy.

Klance, roommates AU. Lots of smut to make up for those last two I guess. Like this whole thing is born from the concept of Keith trying to find a comfortable way to masturbate.

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Keith has had to share a room for as long as he can remember. The orphan home was crowded, schools gave you dorm mates. 

When he graduated he couldn’t afford to live on his own and between sharing a studio with Shiro and moving into a two bedroom with Hunk and Lance-- See, Hunk had a fancy catering job that helped him pay a larger share of the rent so he got the room to himself leaving Lance and Keith with twin beds on opposite sides of the second bedroom. It made finding alone time difficult.

Keith is tired of waiting for the dead of night when his roommate has his sleep mask and headphones on, already in some manner of deep sleep, to finally touch himself under the covers.

He hates how hot it is and how he sweats into his sheets when it takes too long and he starts to get desperate. 

Lance is wearing those headphones so maybe he could have gotten away with a relaxed moan or two but he bites his lip hard instead. 

He can’t do that. What if Lance hears him, what if he pulls down his mask and looks over and in the shadows of their shared room he can see Keith’s fist moving. 

He has to restrain himself. He constantly... constantly... has to restrain himself. 

And he is so god damn tired of it.

He thinks of Lance’s eyes on him once and cums faster than he’d thought he would and he wasn’t ready with his designated cum rag so it gets on the sheets and he spends the night terrified that Lance can smell it. Terrified that he’s going to nod off before it’s socially acceptable for him to be up and doing laundry and that Lance will get up first and see— 

He gets hard again, thinking about Lance’s face and the potential smirk that would grace his lips once he realized what Keith was doing in their room at night. 

The resulting stress of this causes him to consider Lance for the following days. 

The next time his body is so damn desperate for release in their room he thinks of him. He has to struggle not to come undone thinking about Lance’s hands and his mouth and those eyes watching him in interest...

He fucked up.

This was a mistake. 

Now when he looks at Lance or when they hangout for their weekly roommate movie he feels himself wanting.

He can’t masturbate the way he wants to while sharing a room with Lance and Lance makes him want to so badly...! 

He takes to going out more, like he used to do in high school. Getting himself fucked in the backseat of cramped cars where he still can’t scream, still can’t be comfortable, still can’t be wholly satisfied—

And then Hunk finally says the magic words. 

“Hey Keith, Lance and I are going upstate for this big catering job I have this weekend, you want to come with?” 

Keith freezes with his hands on the dishes. He’ll have the apartment. Empty. For a little over two whole days. 

Keith feels his throat go dry and tries to clear it, “uh— sorry, I think I might be coming down with something, it would probably be better if you guys go on your own.”

Lance waltzes in, comments on how Keith is totally going to take advantage of the empty apartment and invite his mystery boyfriend over.

Keith rolls his eyes, he doesn’t have a boyfriend. He barely remembers the names of the strangers stretching him out and trying to get him to cum all over their seats while he day dreams about his roommate. But oh, he will take advantage of the weekend.

He immediately orders some toys offline, pays for express shipping because he’ll be damned if he misses his opportunity to go absolutely wild. 

Lance and Hunk leave Friday before he wakes up and Lance only barely makes his bed. 

And maybe it’s because of his ill begotten sort of crush or maybe it’s because Keith is a deprived mess but as he stands over Lance’s bed so blown away that he is actually alone, actually able to relax he just kind of...Collapses into it. 

The remnants of Lance’s scent alone help get him to full hardness and he grinds his hips into the bed, his dick trapped in his pajama bottoms but the whole thing is still so freeing. 

He’ll wash Lance’s sheets later just in case. He’ll thank him for it, they were due soon anyway...

When he cums his voice is raw and his throat is dry as he moans Lance’s name. 

It feels amazing. 

Lance makes him crazy.

He passes out for a few minutes, face down in Lance’s bed, hugging his pillow to his face, damp spot soaking from his pants into the sheets. 

Worth it. Worth it worth it worth it.... 

But he can finally do so much more. 

When he gets back up he gathers up his toys on shaky legs and moves into the living room. The cool air across his pants feels nice. It’s supposed to be disgusting, he’s sure, but it still feels nice because he doesn’t have to care about it. 

He imagines how much nicer it will be sprawled out across the cool leather couch in the light from the window fucking himself on his toys. 

He can get completely naked, he can moan and cry out all he wants. He can make himself go for hours.

It’s going to be phenomenal, he’s already hard again from the excitement of it. 

He strips right there, feeling lewd and on display and it just excites him more. He drops his clothes on the floor and slides onto the couch, he shivers at the cold but it doesn’t dissuade him at all. 

He’s got lubed up hands over his body quickly. His moans are wanton, his breath is shallow. When he stretches himself out enough for the smallest toy he pushes it inside himself and spreads his legs wide just for the sake of it. Just because he can and a part of him gains confidence in that. 

A part of him is sad. 

No one will ever see him this free. This open. 

Because he fucks strangers and doesn’t know how to make an effort for them to be anything but. Doesn’t want to. 

Because he wants Lance. 

Because Lance isn’t a stranger and he’s more than just his roommate. He just...

Well. No. He is just his roommate because he can’t be more. Because Lance is too good for him. Because his laugh is infectious and his heart is too big and he can do anything when he sets his mind to it— 

And everyone loves him. 

Everyone should love him. 

Lance could have anyone. 

Why would he want his shitty socially stunted sexually repressed dumbass roommate??

Not. Even. Remotely... the way Keith wants to be thinking. 

So he shoves his cleaner fingers into his mouth and thinks about what it might be like to suck Lance’s cock right here, out in the living room pinned against the couch. 

He turns on the vibrations for his little bullet friend and feels a bit overwhelmed for just a second before he lets himself enjoy it.

He rolls his hips so the toy inside him drags against his sweet spot and he keens, voice caught with his tongue against his fingers. 

He still manages a sound like his name, because he wants to say his name. Wants to scream it over and over as he wrecks himself. On some level he wants the world to know how wild he can get— with one specific man in mind… but on all other levels, he’ll remain repressed. 

And in this case, he’ll keep his voice sensible enough to be respectable of the neighbors. 

Still, he’ll keep thinking about Lance. Wanting Lance. Imagining Lance’s hands and Lance’s teeth and Lance’s skin. Lance’s broad shoulders and long legs and clear blue eyes. Lance’s voice in his ear and his breath on his neck and his lips on his—

Oh.

He wants to kiss Lance. Very badly. 

So badly he swirls his tongue around his fingers and moans because he may be free but it’s so much easier to pretend he’s about to be fucked by Lance when he’s at least about to be fucked by someone. 

But he’s alone. 

He’s alone and he has to settle because he won’t go out and find someone, they aren’t Lance.

Speaking of... Lance would be bigger.

He retrieves his fingers and slowly removes the smaller toy, he hadn’t even played with higher vibe settings but that was fine, he had time later. Now he wanted the dildo he’d bought. He’ll have to stretch himself a little more but that’s fine. Because he wants to imagine that it’s Lance. Lance who’s thighs he’s straddling rather than the couch. Lance’s dick pushing inside him, hot and pulsing and desperate for him the same way Keith is desperate. 

When he’s finally ready for the purple plastic toy he lays over the back of the couch, warm chest against cold leather as he eases himself down. His legs are spread wide and his dick is slowly dragged down against the couch. He imagines if his roommates ever knew about this they’d probably get new living room furniture, but Keith doesn’t care. He has time. He’ll clean everything up once he’s done and they’ll never know. 

He’ll know. And maybe whenever Lance sits right here he’ll think about it. Think about how he wants to be sitting in his lap. Thinks about how he wants to drag his nails through his hair and not scrape along the leather of th seat back 

Wants Lance’s cock instead of this pathetic little purple bobble.

But he settles, because at this point this is his life and he should just be happy he has the place to himself. 

He sinks to the hilt and whimpers because he isn’t used to it. Isn’t used to the size and the stretch and how it still falls just short of his expectations.

“La-anceee...!” He cries out to no one. His head drops against the couch and he rolls his hips the tiniest bit against the intrusion. 

It feels better. Not good enough. But better. He tries to lift himself up. One hand reaching behind him to steady the dildo and keep it from simply rising with him. The lube makes it easier but it’s a tough sell and he’s still so very aware of the fact it isn’t a real person’s dick. It isn’t Lance. 

Lance would.. would have his arms wrapped around him. Would kiss him all over, bury his face in his neck and make his whole body ache with need for him.

He starts to ease himself back down, dreaming of Lance’s nose bumping at his collar and he starts to melt into the feeling, into the dream. 

He finds a rhythm and it feels good. His body thinks so anyway, with the way the heat builds in his belly. 

He flops onto his back against the armrest, works the toy into himself a little faster. Starts to jerk himself off in time with the thrusts but he’s sloppy and uncoordinated and it doesn’t matter too much if it’s still gonna make him cum.

His mind wanders to a long forgotten memory. Of one of the few times Keith had agreed to hang out with his future roommates back when they’d been high school classmates sneaking into bars that didn’t card. 

Keith had agreed because he was in the mood to drink. Lance, who at the time couldn’t stand Keith, had agreed because he had a date and that meant Hunk had company when he inevitably left him behind. 

The night was primarily a foggy blur in Keith’s mind but now, fucking himself over the armrest of his couch and thinking about Lance—

He remembered Lance’s date. 

He remembered how she couldn’t keep her hands off him and how they’d nearly immediately found a corner to make out. 

Keith hadn’t watched. Hadn’t cared. Drank away his anger over Iverson’s patented daily bullshit and tried to make small talk with Hunk who smiled a lot and was too nice for his own good. 

But occasionally Keith would scan the crowd and see. See how Lance had made that girl putty in his hands. How she leaned back over the edge of the booth they’d found for their supposed privacy and how her mouth hung open to moan or cry, with his lips on her jaw and his hands around her waist and under her skirt.

How Lance just... made her into this simpering mess. 

And at the time, Keith had simply rolled his eyes. Moved on.

But now here he was. Practically the image of that nameless girl and all from the mere thought of Lance. 

How had he been so blind for so long? 

Was it better that way? 

He grasped at the foggy edges of that memory and placed himself directly in her position. Nestled tightly against Lance’s body while he kissed and nipped and sucked on his throat, bare as he stretched further back, giving him all the room he needed as he fucked himself on his dildo and pretended his own hand was Lance’s, smearing precum all over his cock head. 

“Yes...” he breathed out softly. “Yes... Lance...!” 

There really was something about just being able to moan his name like that. So invigorating. 

He drives his hips down hard, the toy accidentally hitting his prostate. It makes his next cry of Lance’s name much louder than he’d planned. Louder, and desperate as his voice cracks and he sees stars. 

God help him, he hasn’t wanted anything more in his life and he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to face Lance again. 

He’s aching, tossing himself front first over the back of the couch again to better his leverage as he keeps driving himself to that edge, Lance’s name a whispered mantra as he squeezes his eyes shut tight against what he’s feeling.

“I can’t take this anymore.” 

Warm arms wrap around Keith and pull, his back against a firm chest. Keith nearly screams but it dies in his throat when he finds he knows exactly who’s touching him. 

“G-god—! You’re— you’re not supposed to be here!” Keith pants as a hand grips his dick. 

Lance’s mouth finds Keith’s neck and the pleasure Keith feels is immeasurable, his tongue massaging his pulse and making Keith cry out. 

“You’ve been here moaning my name so long, I’ve gotta give you a reason for it Keithy...” 

Fuck. What was happening. Lance’s hand was so smooth and his teeth grazed at his shoulder and good god the dildo was being pushed deeper inside him, harder and faster than Keith’s original rhythm.

“Lance...! Lance!”

“You’ve been here fucking yourself to the thought of me... thought no one would hear you? Thought you could get away? Never telling me how badly you want me?” He drags Keith back far enough that his ass is in his lap now. Lance is wearing sweat pants that aren’t doing a damn thing to hide his hard on and Keith loves the feel of it. 

“Can’t believe you. Sprawled out naked on our couch with a bunch of toys... if you wanted my cock so much you could have just asked...”

Keith is going to faint.

“Ask me for it.” 

Keith is going to fucking faint, how is Lance here? How is Lance here and touching him like this— 

“Ask me to fuck you, Keith.” 

The toy is tugged out of him with no warning, leaving him open and empty and wanting. Lance drops it on the ground without a thought, grinding his hips up to push his point home to Keith. 

“Beg for my dick.”

Keith rolls his hips back but can’t find his words, still so lost, still so confused.

“Don’t you want me to? Don’t you want my big hard cock inside you? Splitting you open? Sounded like you did. Sounded like you were desperate for me. Come on beautiful...” 

Keith can only meekly whimper his name, “L...Lance...!”

“Cause man do I want to fuck you... everyday you come home from the gym wearing those nice tight leggings... fuck, it’s so hard not to touch you... and now you’re all open and pliant and calling my name... how am I supposed to not take you?” 

Keith can feel his cock rubbing over his entrance through the fabric and his eyes roll back at the very idea that Lance might actually... 

“R-really...? You want...me..?”

Lance growls against his neck, “Of course I do. Now say it before I cum in my pants, you’re too damn cute.” 

He rolls his hips and the sensation makes Keith keen again before going mostly limp in the arms, raising his ass a little more and giving a little shake to entice the other boy. 

“I want you... I want you so bad Lance... please fuck me...?” 

Lance’s teeth go for his neck and the mix of pleasure and pain has Keith seizing up, a loud moan breaking from his lips and covering the sound of Lance yanking his sweats down one handed.

“You can do better than that. But this once I’ll take it.” 

Keith doesn’t know where he finds the lube because one of Lance’s hands remains on his collar the entire time, but soon the damp head of his cock is sliding into him and Keith might see god. 

The toy wasn’t too far off Lance’s size actually, but the pleasure Lance brought him by comparison was insurmountable. 

“Do you like that...? Do you like how my cock feels, Keith?” Lance grunts against his shoulder as he slowly bottoms out. 

It takes Keith a moment to realize his moans have gone silent, lips dropping open but unable to wield the strength for sound as the feel of Lance completely enveloped him. Lance’s arms around him, his chest to his back, his dick fully seated, like being closer was impossible.

He croaks around his dry throat before offering Lance a very clear and eager: yes. 

Lance chuckles. 

“So cute... I’m going to wreck you Keithykins. Make you come back for me over and over...”

Over and over...

Keith could do that. Keith could absolutely go back to Lance over and over to feel this good. 

“Are you ready?” Lance asks, softer than before. 

But Keith is so ready he doesn’t even answer, simply pulls his hips back and slams back into Lance, rubbing that dick inside him in ways he’d only dreamed of. 

“Sh-shit!”

At Lance’s response Keith has to go again. 

Has to slam back harder, faster, make it worth it to Lance in the long run too, to make him come back to him again and again. 

The sound of his ass against Lance’s waist shouldn’t sound so good to him but coupled with Lance panting and his fingers twitching at his waist as he attempts to get a grasp on Keith to regain control— well it all feels like heaven to him. 

“Fuck! Keith. Keith. C’mere.” Suddenly Keith is pulled away from the couch and onto his back, Lance moves to lay on the couch beneath him, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as he starts his own rhythm, thrusting his hips up into Keith. He’s getting deeper now, and the angle seems to work for his speed too. It’s nearly punishing but Keith is living for it. 

Then Lance reaches up with one hand, cupping Keith’s chin tightly and turning him to face him. 

It nearly stops his heart.

Their lips brush lightly at first. A hint of static between them as it seems to dawn on them, how their relationship is changing with every second. How there’s no turning back from this. Lance’s hips don’t falter though. His eyes are calm, confident, positive that this is right. 

Keith can’t disagree. His hands find Lance’s thighs and give him a reassuring squeeze as he tries to stare back at him in a way he hopes exudes that same kind of sense of calm, lips parting in invitation but hiding his moans. 

Lance doesn’t mind too much, because he clearly wanted the invitation. 

When Lance thrusts up into him at the exact moment his tongue slides into his mouth, Keith considers he might actually have died. 

Died and entered the world where everything is rosy and Lance doesn’t ever let him go. Where these sensations never end and they can stay joined like this always.

Lance moans into the kiss and Keith can’t help but return those sounds in earnest. 

He can’t imagine how he ever went a moment without it in the past. Without this. Without Lance and the way his hands dig into his hips and how he nips at his lips still trying to catch his breath.

“So good Keith... you feel so good. Why weren’t we doing this before...?” Lance moans in his ear, one hand sliding over Keith’s chest to tease a nipple as the other delves south to stroke him in time with their movements. 

Keith shakes his head, unsure he can form words as well as Lance can. 

“I don’t know... I don’t know. We should have. We should have been— like this— like this from the sta—aa—art...! Lance...!”

It’s not long before Lance is pulling out, his cum all over Keith’s thighs and the seat of the couch. Keith’s cum already drenching his hand though Lance hadn’t ceased his strokes, causing Keith to writhe on-top of him through his orgasm. 

Finally, Lance releases him and nuzzles his face into the crook of his neck, letting them both simply lay there, basking in their joint mess, the smell of sex, the constant rising and falling of their chests. 

Sated and content and brains reminiscent of puddles of goo. 

Before they manage to remember to breathe again something short circuits In Keith’s brain and he laughs. He doesn’t have the air to laugh deeply but the sound is apparently enough for Lance to join him, arms coming back around him tightly as they both shake, voices raspy but filled with the same unbridled mirth. 

They end with a long wheeze from Lance, possibly due to the added stress of Keith’s weight. 

It’s silent again. 

Comfortable. 

“You really should have told me sooner...” Lance mumbles though, typical as the one used to breaking the silence. 

Keith turns his head, damp bangs against Lance’s neck. 

“You could have told me too...” he says through a smile that can’t leave his cheeks.

Lance chuckles again, “Point taken.” 

—-

(Bonus)

“...why are you even here? What about Hunk?” 

Keith can feel Lance’s face get warm beside his own cheek. 

He quirks a brow though he isn’t too sure Lance can see it.

“Uhhh... sooo... about that... I hid in Hunks room to try and sneak a peek at your secret boyfriend.” 

Keith raises his head to look Lance in the face. 

“But I don’t...?” 

Lance looks away, “I mean I know that now! But. I just. I didn’t know that. Before. And uh...” 

Keith stares. 

Lance won’t look him in the eyes. 

“...you ditched Hunk because you were jealous of my non-existent secret boyfriend?” 

“I mean I DID tell Hunk I’d meet up with him later!”

“Were you uh… jealous?”

“No I wasn’t— I just wanted to like-- I guess… see what I was up against? Scope out the competition— dooooont look at me like that. Oh my god.” 

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hey bro, i know you’re busy so whenever you have the timeeee, the melancholy is setting in again & i was wondering if you might bless me with some valdo cheering up aev when she thinks she’s not good enough? 💛

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Punk!Valdo x Punk!Aevryn Word Count: 1,688 Rating: G Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak​ @whatevermonkey​ @mycat-is-mylove @mynamesoundslikesherlock​ @kemmastan​ @magic-multicolored-miracle​ @writingstudent​ @mlleecrivaine​ @coffee-and-stories​ @amirahiddleston​ @ultracolorfulnerdcollection​ @astouract​ @your-not-invisible-to-me @daydreamer-in-training @morelikebyesexual a/n: Ah bro, I know that feel. Here is an almost 2k word hug xo

If there was one thing that Jaskier and Valdo could put aside their differences for, it was Aevryn. They’d done it as youths when she performed and they did it now as they worked to keep her from checking the hits her newly released demo were receiving. It went well for most of the day. Valdo woke up ludicrously early just to make sure he’d be there to pounce – somewhat literally – when she woke. After that lengthy distraction he pulled her into the shower with him before she could check her phone. Right on cue as they were just toweling off, Jaskier showed up at the door. He and Aevryn had a pact that if ever one of them showed up on the other’s doorstep and invoked Friend Code, the other had to drop everything and spend the day with them. Valdo made a big show of being dramatically grumpy about Jaskier arriving, such a big show that at some point Jaskier wasn’t sure how much was for Aevryn’s benefit and how much was just amusing himself, but he managed to get her out the door. Aevryn noticed her phone wasn’t on her as soon as they got in the car and Jaskier texted Valdo quickly to let him know that their first plan hadn’t worked as she went inside to find it. Valdo quickly tucked the phone in his jacket pocket, loathe to hide her property but desperate to keep her from seeing the numbers.

“It hasn’t just disappeared, Valdo, I swear I had it on the nightstand when we fell asleep last night,” she said, grasping under the bed though she knew Valdo paid their housekeepers handsomely enough that every inch stayed dust bunny free.

“We were pretty well knackered by the end of things, love, there’s a fair chance it got left behind in a restaurant or something or other,” Valdo lied lamely, frantically texting Jaskier for ideas to stall. Aevryn’s head popped up over the side of the bed, a swath of wavy hair falling into her face. She looked like a very adorable, very grumpy groundhog popping out of its hole but Valdo was just wise enough not to make that observation at that moment.

“Valdo I’m not going without my phone. What if something happened and you needed to reach me?” she asked.

“I’d call Jaskier,” he answered quickly. She cocked an eyebrow at him suspiciously.

“You’d call Jaskier?” she replied skeptically.

“If it were a real emergency, yes. I’m talking lost limbs and extensive blood loss. But I’ll endeavor to be safe in your absence,” he crooned as he tried to pull her to the door. She was almost over the threshold, Jaskier walking towards the door to escort her the rest of the way, when her phone went off in his jacket. There was no mistaking that it was her phone because the song that rang out was a punk cover of Barbie Girl, an inside joke between her, Yennefer, Win, and Y/N developed during a girl’s night. Her sea green eyes filled with hurt and suspicion as she stared Valdo down, reaching into his pocket to pull it out and finding a missed call from Win. A voicemail was left a second later and she opened it.

“Babe don’t even sweat it,” Win’s voice, filled with disdain said, “We know that it’s a solid album and the right people will catch on soon too. I know you hate taking favors from Valdo’s people but it’s only nepotism if you’re not qualified. I say call those bitches up and say Hello, This is Aevryn Swift and I’m here to kick ass and play beautiful music and I’m all out of ass. Or something like that. Idk, we’ll work out the details, call me when you can, bye!”

Valdo exhaled heavily, making eye contact with Jaskier who still stood a few steps away, both watching as Aevryn silently went to the bandcamp page to look at the download numbers. She stared at them for a moment, unblinking, and then nodded.

“Ok,” she said with eerie calm before turning to Jaskier, “This was just a ploy, right? You don’t actually need to invoke Friend Code?”

“Ah – well – Er… no,” Jaskier answered sheepishly. She nodded again and pushed past Valdo to walk into the house. The two men exchanged a last, regretful look and then Jaskier turned back to his car and Valdo re-entered the house, prepared for a raging fight.

Aevryn put the kettle on and picked up the little pile of mail on the kitchen island and Valdo walked in cautiously, waiting for… something. She glanced up, a cool but serene look on her face.

“Did you want some tea?” she asked.

“No thank you, dear heart, but I do want to talk about the likelihood of you trying to murder me in my sleep tonight,” he replied. She rolled her eyes, turning to pull a mug down from the cupboard. Not even one of her usual, fun mugs, just a standard green one that she teased Valdo for using because it was so “boring.” These were all very bad signs but also new ones and he wasn’t sure what they meant. After knowing Aevryn for half of his life he wasn’t used to this feeling, and he didn’t like it.

“I’m not going to kill you. You were trying to keep me from checking, right?” she asked, peering over her shoulder. He nodded, curls bouncing slightly as he did, and she nodded back.

“I get it. I mean, it wasn’t cool, but I probably would have done the same thing,” she said as she fixed her cup.

“It is bullshit, Aev. Win’s right, we have connections-”

“No, Valdo. Anyone can get an album released, hell I already did it. But money can’t make people like or care about something if they don’t. Even if I was willing to consider it – which I’m not – it wouldn’t make a difference. I wanted to give it a shot, I did, now I know,” she said, shrugging her shoulders as she poured an amount of sugar that Valdo would have been disgusted by before but barely registered at the moment.

“Aevryn if I didn’t know any better I’d say it sounded like you were planning to stop performing. But there’s no way that could be true because that would be utterly bizarre and impossible because music is a part of who you are and you have a rare talent that should be shared with the world. Right? Aev?”

Valdo moved a bit closer as he spoke, eyes softening with worry and Aevryn deftly slipped by him with her mug, unable to look him in the eyes as she replied.

“Don’t be dramatic, Valdo, you’re just biased. And it’s fine. Jaskier will be thrilled to have me work full time as social media manager again and it’s not like I still can’t play music,” she shrugged, settling into her favorite chair in the living room. Valdo propped his hands on his hips and fixed her with a stern but not unloving expression.

“Aevryn Deirdre Swift-Marx you are not going to give up playing music because some people on the internet didn’t pay attention to your music as quickly or as much as they should have. There is no shame in pushing back and doing what you love because you love it and fuck the rest,” he argued.

“There’s also no shame in deciding not to invest more time and effort in something just for it to be ignored,” she shot back, a flicker of anger in her eyes. Good, he thought, better anger than apathy.

“You did work hard. You wrote beautiful music, you practiced and performed, you edited and you put so much into this album. And it deserves to be recognized and appreciated,” he said, a vehemence in his voice that could only be described as “ferocious validation.”

“I did,” she replied, “I worked very hard and I think the music is good, why don’t they notice? Why don’t they care?”

Valdo caught the glossiness in her eyes before she could look away and nearly pitched her mug of tea over the chair onto the hardwood floors as he tried to pull her into a hug. He held her, awkwardly half-standing/half-crouching, not caring that his arm was falling asleep or anything but the fact that she held him back with her free arm, resting her head against his shoulder.

“I know it’s hard, love. But I have a proposition for you,” he said. She pulled back to look into his emerald eyes as he moved into a full crouch by her side, fixing her with an entreating look.

“What?” she asked.

“Today, be sad. Be angry. Be whatever you need to be. Take a break, perhaps. Process through it. But then forget it. Or let it fuel you. The only thing I ask is that you not let other people stop you from doing what you love. And even though it was hard work, I know you loved every part of it. And that deserves recognition and respect but most of all it deserves to exist. Because it makes you happy.”

She considered his words, pulling her hand inside the sleeve of her too-large sweater to wipe her face before tilting her head back and sighing.

“Ok,” she said, “I won’t quit the music industry forever. Not today, at least.”

“That’s all I ask,” Valdo said, rising to press a gentle kiss against her cheek, “Now how about I make you some fresh tea, because that’s gone cold, and you burrow under that blanket and pick something ridiculous for us to watch.”

“French Kiss is not ridiculous, it is classic and underappreciated,” you argued hotly. He smiled, pleased to see his spitfire back as he pulled the mug from your hands and thrust the quilted blanket into your lap.

“Whatever you say, sweetling,” he replied, and then set off to make her more tea, carefully selecting a mug shaped like an otter and searching for some biscuits before she could think to ask.

[too-many-baes]

Late Night Call

Pairing: Fem!reader x Peter Parker

Warning(s): Angst, fluff, depressive thoughts?

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: Everybody gets sad, and on this particular night when Y/N gets sad, she calls her best friend Peter to try and make her feel better

A/N: IDK ‘bout y’all but I can so see Peter doing this

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Loud laughs and bright eyes were synonymous with you. If there’s one thing people could count on you for it’s your unwavering high spirit. You prided yourself on that fact.

That is why you were so disappointed in yourself tonight, your ‘devil may care’ attitude nowhere to be seen. Tonight your walls are crumbling down, your normally dry eyes have tears creeping into their crevices and all you wanted was to rid yourself of the feelings that constricted your lungs. Nothing had happened, you had no reason to be feeling this way, yet here you are, frustrated with yourself over something you have no way of controlling.

You pick up your phone, thumb hovering over the call button in a silent debate on whether to hit it. You were swinging back and forth between it’s late you’ll wake him and he’s your best friend he won’t care when you impulsively hit call, taking in a steadying breath as the phone begins to ring.

“Mmmm… hello?” You feel a pang of guilt as it’s clear to you that sleep had a firm grip on Peter before you rang.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Y/N? It’s 1:30, is everything alright?” The worry in his voice evident in every word causing a half-hearted smile to flash across your lips.

“Yeah yeah, everything’s fine. Just wondering if you felt like a late night hang out?” You tried your best to sound nonchalant but you worry that neediness may have seeped into your voice.

“Uh, yeah sure thing”, he says while clearly still trying to wake himself up. “Aunt May’s asleep so you’ll have to come in through the fire escape.”

“No problem Petey”, you say, both of you knowing that it wouldn’t be the first or last time you would do that. You were well versed in the fire escape, often taking it to see Peter when it was later at night and his Aunt would have not allowed visitors. Never this late though, you thought to yourself.

“You sure you’re alright Y/N?” Peter’s question is telling that he knows something is wrong, he wouldn’t be your best friend if he didn’t.

“C’mon Parker, it’s me”, you say as if that should dispel any doubt about your state. “See you in a minute.” You click end on the phone call and get your jacket and shoes on. As you make your way down the fire escape and out onto the street you thank your lucky stars that you had happened to befriend someone who lives so close to you. Before you know it you’re climbing the fire escape that leads to Peter’s bedroom and tapping lightly on his window.

He was there almost immediately. He sluggishly opens the window and offers out a hand which you take to help you inside, shutting the glass after you. You take in Peter’s attire, grey sweat pants and a plain white crew neck, his hair dishevelled from his pillow. His eyes are bleary and from the looks of how slow his eyelids are moving, barely awake.

“I’m sorry Peter, you should go to sleep”, you say feeling guilty all over again. You turn to head out the way you came but Peter takes a hold of your forearm.

“I’m awake now”, he says playfully. Barely, you think to yourself. He drags you to his single bed, taking his usual spot pressed into the corner where the two walls meet and you take up your space sitting on the pillow beside him, legs outstretched in front of you.

You don’t know what to do with yourself now that you’re here and you feel awkward, which is something you’ve never been able to say you’d felt before with Peter. You can’t help but wonder what you had wanted when you’d called him. You were feeling sad, but maybe you hadn’t needed to involve anyone else. The vulnerability of being so down in front of someone else scares you and you suddenly regretted even calling him.

You can’t regret it too much as you know that he is the only person you had wanted to see when you had started to feel low, and you know that there’s a reason for that.

What were you supposed to do now though? You weren’t one to open up about your feelings, not even to Peter, so what was the point in being here? You’re frustrated at yourself, would it really be that hard to just say ‘I’m sad and I wanted some company’?

Your frustrations only add to your sadness and you turn your head away from your friend as you can feel tears threatening to escape their ducts. Your tightly lock your hands together in front of you and begin to twiddle your thumbs as a way of dispelling the unbalanced energy in your chest.

“Y/N?” Peter questions, his voice quiet and gentle. A sniffle escapes you despite your best efforts. Your eyes still firmly away from his you feel a tentative, slow hand separate your own, taking a reassuring grip on your right hand. The action takes you by surprise and when you finally look up at his face you can tell that he is just as surprised himself. This was new for both you, you were in unchartered territory, both of you being cautious and apprehensive.

His concerned eyes on your face was all it took for your tears to finally spill over. Still shoulder to shoulder you close the distance between your head and his shoulder, resting your cheek upon it as your crying heightens.

“Oh Y/N”, he breathes out, removing his hand from yours in favour of placing his arm behind your neck to hold your head against his shoulder, his other arm going across the front of you so that you were encircled in his arms. Your hands instinctually rise and grip his forearm in front of you for stability as you continue to cry pointless tears.

Peter rests his cheek atop your head and rubs his hand lightly up and down your upper arm as you cry. Eventually his comfort aid your eyes to begin to dry as your sobs descend into long and ragged breaths.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He queries after allowing you time to calm. You shake your head no.

“S’nothing to talk about, I was just sad I guess”, you say lifting your head up and wiping your eyes before adding, “sorry, it’s pretty stupid.” Embarrassment takes hold of your sensibility once more. Peter releases you from his arms and nudges your shoulder with his own.

“It’s not stupid Y/N. Everybody gets sad, even hard-asses like you”, he says with a cheeky smirk that gives you no choice but to smile in return.

“Well clearly I’m not that much of a hard-ass, I just cried my eyes out over nothing.” You chuckle at your statement as you run your sleeves over your face, and the silence lingers a moment before Peter speaks again.

“You ever seen The Princess Bride?” He asks you seemingly out of the blue. You smile and nod at his question, knowing full well that he knows you have. “Well think about Fezzik. That guy is a giant and tough as hell, but he’s so sweet throughout the movie. I bet you he cries like a big ol’ baby when he’s alone.” You can’t help but laugh heartily at his assumption and you look at him to see him smiling at you. “You’re Fezzik Y/N.”

“Are you trying to say that I’m a lovable, if not slightly naïve giant?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” You both laugh at the absurdity of your conversation. You know he’s trying his best to cheer you up and every time he urges a laugh out of you, you can feel your chest get a little bit lighter.

“Thank you Peter, I really needed this. I didn’t know how much until I was here”, you say earnestly. You knew there had been a reason you had called Peter. Even though your mood has perked moderately you hated the thought of having to leave, not wanting to leave the happy bubble he had created for you just yet.

“My bed’s only small, but you can stay if you want to”, Peter whispers the words almost as if he could hear your thoughts. “Only if you don’t want to walk home that is, I mean it is dark and late, but if you want I can totally walk you home-”

“I’d like that”, you say cutting Peter off mid-sentence. “If you don’t mind”, you add.

“Of course not.” He says rather nervously, but genuinely none-the-less. You exchange small smiles before Peter reaches and grabs the blankets out from under you so you can both shimmy into the sheets. As the bed is only a single it offers no extra space for either of you, but in your current state you find that you don’t mind.

Wanting to feel the comfort of his arms once again you curl into Peter so your hands are resting in balls on his chest and you nestle your head under his chin.

“Is this okay?” You whisper barley audibly. He nods vigorously is response. His body heat giving you the calming sensation like being in front of a fire, you can feel yourself begin to fade fast.

Before you succumb to sleep you feel Peter wrap his arms around you again like you had hoped he would as he presses a whisper of a kiss on top of your head.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“G’night Peter.” As you drift off a smile graces your lips at the knowledge that there’s no way you’re going to be sad when you wake up tomorrow morning.

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Why Didn’t You Tell Me? | Ashton Irwin x Reader

Word Count - 1.2k

Warning - ehh suggested smut at the end?? angst then fluff?? swearing?? (but if you’re uncomfortable with that then you are on the wrong page, sis)

A/N - idk i don’t particularly love this but we’re going for it. sorry its short

Taglist - @songforhema @asht0ns-world @lukesflaredpants @sunflowerxcal @star-gazing-calum @cxddlyash @emomack @merryblueberry02 @kinglyhood @caswinchester2000 @babe-babylon @irwinkitten (dm me to be added. sorry if i tagged you and you didnt wanna be, just let me know)

The way she slammed the car door as he pulled up in the driveway alerted Ashton that something was wrong. He watched in confusion as she stormed up the way, took a deep breath, then stepped inside. His steps were slower as he followed her path, knowing she was likely paying the babysitter now.

“Thank you so much, Lizzie,” he heard his wife say stiffly. “We really appreciate it. Are they asleep already?”

“Oh, of course, ma’am,” came the girl’s reply. “I love them, it’s really no trouble. Anytime you need anything, just text me.”

“Have a good night, Lizzie,” Ashton mumbled to her as she passed him on the way out the door.

“You too, Mr. Irwin. Goodnight.”

With the door shut, Ashton walked into the kitchen. She was leaning against the counter, a glass of wine in hand.

“Baby?” His tentative voice pulled Y/N from her thoughts. “What’s going on?”

“When were you going to tell me you have another tour coming up?” She drained her glass, setting it in the sink

Ashton was taken aback. He’d told her the news, right? He’d told her about the new album release date and the tour schedule?

“I did, honey.”

“No, you fucking didn’t, Ash. Apparently, I had to hear the news from Calum, who asked me if I’d drive the girls out to the shows. I looked like an idiot when I had no idea what he was talking about. When did this happen? More importantly, when did you decide that I, your wife, wasn’t someone that needed to be told about this?”

“I honestly thought I had already said something, baby.”

A deep breath, and then, “Well you didn’t, Ashton, and that hurts.”

Without another word, Y/N walked up the stairs. He didn’t realize the severity of the situation - she only called him by his full name when she was absolutely pissed. Ashton racked his mind. Surely, he told her as soon as he found out.

No, he realized. He was going to tell her the night the boys got the news, but they had that party. He remembered being there with her, and there being several drinks. He'd likely got lost in the party and forgotten what it was he wanted to tell her in the first place.

“Shit,” he hissed to himself.

He ran up the steps, taking just a second to check on his beautiful girls sleeping peacefully in their beds. A sentimental smile snuck on his face as he looked at them, his lovely daughters. So young and sweet. How could he leave them for another tour?

Ashton gently pushed open his bedroom door, revealing his wife. Even as she was only taking off her jewelry, he couldn’t help but admire her.

“Don’t think that giving me that look will change how pissed off I am right now, Ashton,” she said without even looking at him.

“Baby, you know I wouldn’t intentionally not tell you about something like this. You mean the world to me.”

“But you didn’t tell me, did you? Did you just not want me to know?”

He knew she was hurt. Angry and hurt - she barely even glanced at him. She went to take off her dress, reaching for the zipper.

Ashton beat her to it. He gently unzipped the tight dress, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as he did. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

She sighed, saying nothing as she stepped out of the dress, snatching one of his shirts from the dresser and pushing it over her head to cover her body. She finally met his eyes, cataloging all the emotions she saw there: pain, sorrow, regret, guilt. Her gentle hand found its place resting on his cheek, and Ashton didn’t miss the chance to turn his head and kiss her palm.

“You’re the love of my life, Ash.”

He felt his heart soar at the return of the gentle nickname, but remained quiet, prompting her to continue.

“But it’s not fun when you find out that the love of your life is gonna be gone without telling you.”

His heart dropped just as quickly.

“What would have happened if Cal hadn’t’ve asked me a simple question? I would have come home one day to find you with bags packed and raring to go. I wouldn’t know what to think or say. Maddie and Lynn would have come home to their dad not being home. I need you to actually talk to me, not just think that you did. I love you, baby, but nothing has ever scared me more in life than hearing that you didn’t tell me you were going.”

Tears were clouding his vision. “Honey,” he started. “I love you so much, please don’t think this is something that I didn’t want you to be aware of. You, Maddie and Lynn - our family is the most important thing in the world to me. I don’t want to go without you guys for a day, let alone the tour.”

The couple were both letting out silent tears now. Y/N took tiny steps closer until her face was buried in her husband’s chest. Ashton wrapped his arms around her, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“Don’t be. Don’t you dare be sorry; you have every right to be mad at me.”

“I don’t wanna be mad though,” came the quiet whisper. “If you’re leaving in two months, I don’t wanna spend the next three weeks bitter with you. I want to put this behind us, to be the couple we always are, the parents that our daughters love together. I don’t want them trying to pit us against each other ‘cause they know we’re not on the same page. I want to be a team.”

Ashton nodded from his place in the crook of her neck, hardly trusting himself to speak. “Can you forgive me?”

She nodded against his shirt. “Don’t do it again, or you’ll be sleeping on the couch. I deserve to know these things.”

He held her out at arm’s length, putting a hand under her chin to make Y/N look at him. “No. Not again.”

She smiled smally at him, nodding.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Give me a real smile.”

Y/N’s lips split into a bashful grin, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“There’s my happy girl,” he grinned as he pressed his lips to her own.

The kiss was heated beyond all belief. Ashton began to pull away, but Y/N rested a hand on the back of his neck, resting her forehead against his.

“Baby,” he panted, eyes darkening with need.

“C’mon rockstar.” Her eyes glinted. “You’ll be leaving me in a few months. Don’t you wanna make sure your wife remembers every last bit of you?”

Ashton let out a mix between a moan and a whimper, pushing Y/N onto the bed.

“I can do that.”

[written-rebellion]

Perfect Distractions

A/N: Happy Sunday! Here’s the new chapter :D 

I’m just curious, but would it be easier on people to post the chapter again sometime between Thursday-Sunday and Sunday-Thursday in an ICYMI (in case you missed it) kind of post? It seemed to work yesterday, so maybe I should do that regularly? Idk  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Claire’s drunk, Jamie’s... well, Jamie, and as always, all the facts of this fanfic are contrived specifically to make fluffy university/modern-day au scenarios. Please let me know what you think! #MurtaghMadeMeDoIt

Part One: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] | Part Two: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Part Two: Separation Anxiety | Chapter 4

She whirled around to face him, her pale face as clear as the moon amidst the darkness outside.

“Why’d you stop walking?”

“Because we’re at yer place, Sassenach.” He laughed, and she did too.

“Oh! So we are.” She whirled around again, looking the residence up and down. Her feet stumbled a bit and Jamie, grinning madly, rushed to grab her elbow and steady her.

“Easy lass, I dinna think ye can make it up the stairs on yer own.” Not entirely drunk, he didn’t think, she was a fair bit tipsy. Just enough for him to be amused without really feeling bad about it.

“I’m fine.” She scoffed, pushing against his chest to steady her own self. “Ugh, serves me right for getting into a drinking game with a Scotsman.”

“Serves ye right,” he amended, “for getting into a drinking game with James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.”

“I’m sorry?” She peered up at him. He could see her lose and regain focus. “That is faaaar too many names for one human being.”

Their laughs echoed in the otherwise empty yard, the same way they’d been the last time they were here in what, to Jamie, felt like another lifetime ago.

She wiped a tear from her eye just as they sighed at the same time. There was a moment, something arcing between them as their upturned eyes met and Jamie consciously reminded his heart to keep beating.

“I had fun tonight.” Claire beamed and whoops, there went his heart again.

“I did too, Sassenach.”

“We should –hic –we should do this again.”

“Aye.” He nodded, monitoring how the night wind made her sway and readying himself to catch her. “On one condition, though.”

“Mm, and what’s that?”

Go for it. Go for it.

“I get to ask you out next time.”

Her lips curved into a coy smirk that he told himself not to read into. Perhaps she was farther gone than he thought.

“Oh, this was ‘going out’, was it?”

“Wasn’t it?”

Wasn’t it? His mind raced through several hundred variations of panic before she answered.

“Yes. Yes, it was.” She nodded slowly, poking him in the chest. “Very well, James Alexander… whateveryourothernamesare Fraser, you can ask me out on a second date.”

Her hand was still on his chest, even as she started moving closer to him. She was trying to kill him. Abort. Abort.

He closed his hand around hers to stop her and smiled at the ground.

“I’d best be off,” he said, returning her hand to her side and – reluctantly – releasing it. “Good luck wi’ the stairs, Sassenach.”

He turned sharply on his heel and made to walk away, to slow down his heartbeat. But he was only 10 steps away when—

“Jamie!”

It happened again. She was walking purposefully towards him, the light from the lobby window shining behind her like some kind of dream, freezing him to the floor.

Her hand was back on his chest, and she was standing closer than he’d ever been to her. When she looked up at him from under her lashes, their lips were mere inches away and Jamie could barely breathe.

“I… um…” Her mouth closed and opened wordlessly, her face inching closer, and his breath hitched.

That did it.

In an instant, his fingers were pressed against her lips.

“Ye’re drunk, Claire,” he whispered. His hand came around to cup her cheek and he could see the coherence waning in her eyes. He smiled at her, full of everything he usually tried to mask. The awe, the need, the—

The love. Ah Dhia, he was as far gone as she was and it had nothing to do with alcohol.

“When I kiss ye for the first time, mo nighean donn, and there will be a first time,” he said softly in Gaelic, as if speaking to a sleeping child. His thumb rubbed the curve of her cheek just like the other night. “I want it to be yer choice. I want ye to remember.”

He got a mumbled sort of groan for an answer as her head started swaying, her eyes screwing shut. He chuckled, knowing he’d been right not just about how drunk she was, but about how she would very well be the death of him.

“I dinna think ye’ll remember much of this, a nighean.” He scooped her up into his arms and walked over to the door, hitting the automatic door button with his hip.

“Third floor, right?”

Her head snuggled into the curve of his shoulder, humming some sort of affirmative and in lieu of stopping completely, Jamie’s heart throbbed stronger than he’d ever felt it.

“Verra well, mo Sassenach, let’s go get my pen back, aye?”

[End of Part Two]

Read Part Three

[strangcrdoctor]

∞Okay last one for the night because I am really tired and very ready for bed but I’ve gotta get in my Avengers commentary because I have to start off tomorrow on a clean slate and ready to go. Thus, here we are.

1. In lieu of only post Infinity War MCU canon, Loki’s rhetoric at the very beginning of The Avengers sounds a fucking lot like Maw’s. In the initial scenes when he’s fresh off the Tesseract Express his words and way of speaking sound nothing like his own. Even comparing his speeches at the outset of the movie versus the one he makes in Stuttgart, the tones and focuses of them are very different. (IE the first speech focuses on the “powers at be” versus the Stuttgart speech focusing on Loki’s personal opinions of humanity which are more and more developed throughout the film.) But it struck me that these first scenes are precisely on-cue for someone tortured and brainwashed by, say, The Black Order. 2. Given I literally just watched the first Captain America yesterday, I find Cap’s “old fashioned” comment about the stars and stripes on his uniform to be both sad and interesting. Especially given the context that comparatively Cap hasn’t been “up” for very long, one particular comment made to him by Schmidt literally moments before he went into the ice stands out. Schmidt says that through the Tesseract he glimpsed the future, and that there were no flags. In the America and world Steve wakes up to, compared to the world of the 1940s that claim of Schmidt’s could very suddenly appear to be true, which would be understandably uncomfortable for someone like Steve who is usually determined and quick on his feet but at such a staggering disadvantage because of the gap between his mindset and that of his contemporaries which are more varied than he necessarily knows how to quantify right at the outset. Watching his progress throughout the MCU in light of that is interesting, but that one moment of introspection about the utility of the “stars and stripes” is a uniquely postmodern comment coming from a pre-modern/modern man. 3. Okay so this intrigues me now that we have the Guardians and pretty much the entire universe in play in the MCU, but what “greater worlds,” exactly, was the Tesseract supposed to unveil? True the Tesseract is the space stone and verifiably can open portals to everywhere and anywhere in the universe, but Loki specifically makes the claim that the Tesseract can open up access to “greater worlds,” and I’m honestly still not entirely sure what precise reference this was supposed to be making. Because Thanos barely might have arguably needed the Tesseract to get to the planet the Soul Stone was on, but even so that’s a connection that still somehow feels like a stretch. So my question is, what if they meaning the Black Order or Thanos or possibly even Loki needed the Tesseract to get at something else? Somewhere else? Then again, this particular slip might just be Whedon’s doing and not necessarily be reflective of the culmination of the MCU up to this point so IDK. 4. I’m not going to lie, I’ve found it fascinating from day one that The Avengers very openly plays with godhood, to the point that I’m genuinely not sure if they’re reifying it in the MCU or tinkering with it. I mean obviously in the later movies this theme is less stressed because the tinkering patently takes precedence, but it’s still cool to me that there are both scripted and visual imagery that tie in multicultural interpretations of godhood. Fury mentions the burial rites of the Pharaohs within the first ten minutes of the film, Loki commits a human sacrifice on a Babylonian bull altar straight from Gilgamesh era in Stuttgart, Cap makes a comment about how his singular god does and does not dress after Natasha herself labels Thor and Loki as gods, and Fury unashamedly labels Thor as a god when they release the Tesseract to his custody. And while a bit ham-fisted, the correlation between theism and the bleeding-edge demand to acknowledge the reality of the universe is still pretty neat guys. 5. The old man in Stuttgart because no FUCK. If any of y’all think that my Germanist ass won’t get misty-eyed and choked-up during this scene, you’re wrong. 6. Okay so I’ll premise this by saying that I haven’t cross-checked the official script because frankly... yeah frankly I don’t want to be wrong and I really can’t hear anything but what I believe to be my interpretation of the line even though I know what the other fan alternatives have been. But when Thor and Loki are arguing on the mountaintop, when Loki says that he, “Was and should be ---,” my hearing of it instead of having been “Was and should be king,” is “Was and should be killed.” And while I’ll bow to whatever official record claims otherwise, I like my hearing better so there. (Also... there’s zero hint of Hiddleston’s palate producing a “g” sound in that sentence but I’ll put my inner linguist away and leave it at that.) 7. In light of that scene, though, when Loki and Thor are arguing is one of the first moments when Loki actually sounds like himself after the Stuttgart scene? Prior to that point the only times we see Loki is when he’s marshaling his human troops and getting policed by those lording over him. In all of those initial scenes Loki feels... very un-Loki to me. Not because Loki isn’t a bastard (hint: he is), but because his motivations and justifications are vague and not seemingly personally motivated, which is what Loki is to a fault. Post-Stuttgart, however, and the personal element seems to return for him because of some reason or another. (IE I have theories but you can read your own into it.) 8. Let it never be said that Thor is a dull bulb. Yeah it’s still sort of unclear how Thor got to Earth (though nothing is unclear about why Thor is pissed), but Thor does walk in with more than enough information to be frankly a little surprising. Bless Heimdall and all that, but seriously the fact that Thor knows about the Chitauri but doesn’t know other things casts an interesting focus on what he was told by Odin and Heimdall before going. Most importantly, though, even from conversing with Loki for a few minutes, Thor is attentive enough to pick up on some of what Loki isn’t saying. Such as, just who showed Loki how to use the Tesseract and all the things Loki claims to be motivated by. Equally interestingly, Loki specifically refuses to answer that question. 9. I feel bad for Fury for sleeping in a den of vipers for so long - though I do like the build-up from the first Avengers into the following issues with HYDRA corruption - but in ways more important to the immediate issue in the first Avengers, Fury might be a shady bitch but he is not an idiot. Because while everyone else was having pissing contests and not trusting one another, Fury was not trusting the person that deserved to be trusted the least, which isn’t just good leadership, but is good spycraft. 10. As established later in the MCU, it’s exceedingly clever that even in the first Avengers there are scenes when even without a “wielder” present, the Mind Stone - as-yet unidentified as such in the MCU - can be seen manipulating those in its vicinity such as in the lab where the biggest catfight in the history of the MCU breaks out. I mean. Until CA:CW... 11. Steve Rogers, poor cinnamon roll, unexpectedly served at dinner instead of breakfast, who cracks jokes about technology he really isn’t that bad at as “seeming to run on some kind of electricity.” Bless. Though really that internal console, while doing complicated shit, is definitely not any more or less visually complicated than the interior of a radio relay which Steve definitely dealt with in his day but kudos for the humor bb, A+. 12. Still one of the strongest and most harrowing lines ever said in the MCU in my opinion: “We are NOT soldiers.” Know why? Because they aren’t. Hell, the only ones among them that are soldiers - and some by slim and emergency-driven margins - are Steve, Bucky, Rhodey, and Sam. The rest of them are brilliant, gifted, and tortured civilians trying to do the right thing. And to Tony Stark above all else, that means something. That means that they didn’t get training to deal with this shit. They didn’t choose for this to be their lives, necessarily. And above all, they don’t deserve to die. And even though Tony knows Coulson is a SHIELD agent, Tony still considers him a person before a disposable “soldier.” 13. Mother-fucking Marvel give me an entire series devoted to my Hawk Guy I need him. You have so much to work with and yet you’re so good at squandering him. I hate it. 14. In light of how bad NYC got fucked up, it’s honestly no wonder Jessica Jones has a drinking problem because I would too even without the personal loss, experimentation, and emotional maladjustment. 15. IN WHAT FUCKING POST-9/11 WORLD DO BUSINESS BUILDINGS NOT HAVE VERY STRICT EVACUATION PLANS. SERIOUSLY. I am a little mad that there are morons ogling out of office building windows when frankly that shit wouldn’t fly. Even on fucking 9/11 that shit didn’t fly and if you think NYC is less paranoid because 9/11 was a decade prior to this movie coming out, you’re wrong. Everyone remembers, and city evacuation ordinances will sure as hell never forget either. Come on Marvel. 16. As a point of interest my grandmother - who also went to see The Avengers with me when it was in theaters but not at the midnight showing like my mom - was 84 at the time and still sat through the whole thing with a bucket full of popcorn to herself, and her favorite moment to this day is when the Hulk tosses Loki around like a rag doll. She’s 90 now, and the Hulk is still her favorite character. 17. Mother-Fuckin Nick Fury will cock-block your nuclear strike with a bazooka because he thinks you’re that dumb. Do not test Nick Fury’s willingness to be Extra (TM) . You will lose. 18. Real talk, though, I’m really curious about whether the Chitauri actually are a hive mind race or, is it their technology that runs of a hive mind link? Because the armor at least on the giant toothy space whale monstrosities does not look organic - it looks implanted. The Chitauri foot soldiers also seem to have a unique biologically based interface with their weapons, armor, and technology in general, which begs the question of whether their biometric matrix is just somehow more inclined toward shared-existence technologies, or whether they self-engineered themselves into a corner by relying on said technologies too much. Seriously guys I have questions and why won’t Marvel give me answers. 19. As a final send-off, this is the first time Tony has ever driven an Acura in the MCU and I refuse to believe it’s not because of the Avengers “A” aesthetic. Tony is canonically an Audi man. Fight me on this.

Okay I’m seriously done for now it’s 1 AM and I need to sleep I have 4 more movies to get through tomorrow. I’ll be up and around and at my shit again in the morn.∞

[shyyynobi]

Lone Wolf

Prompt: Lone WolfPairing: TobiSaku
Rating: M
Requested by: 

sunrises6….Well somehow, and I’m not sure how but this became rather smutty. Tasteful smut? I’m not even sure if this is what the requester wanted but my mind does things sometimes. My description does say NSFW, so most of my writing is usually on the more mature side of things. Idk what this is, but it seemed to fit the prompt and I like the end result.

                                                                  xox

        The loneliness never bothered him.

The dreary weather, long days and even longer nights were something he was accustomed to. The days he spent nuzzled in the trenches of his village seemed fabricated by now -- like a hazy memory where a blissful happiness felt sinful.

Did he have a purpose?

He couldn’t say he did.

After the death of his family, he couldn’t remain stagnant.

His brother pleaded with him to stay, they could fix the village, together. Hashirama had always been content with their village, he never saw the beauty in traveling — in boarding ships that crossed seas to exotic deserts and forests.

Tobirama, however — didn’t have any ties to that village. The faux piece of land that tethered him to a “home.” Once, when he had a family and a betrothed — he felt content with a full heart in defending the walls of their village.

After their homes had been raided, he couldn’t walk through the streets and farmland without thinking about his lost love, his brother’s, and parents that he couldn’t protect.

So, he supposed he did have a purpose now — protecting those that were too weak to protect themselves. Rather cliché work, but he took comfort in knowing he saved lives. A heroes meta.

His white hair glimmered under the crescent moon, the long, rearing cry of wolves in the distance echoed around the lake. Their songs were comforting to him, it tied him to reality. Were they lost? A pack of wolves would always be better than one.

Tobirama washed off his hakama in the water — the only source of light emanated from the dimly lit moon, even the stars decided to stay hidden tonight in fear of the lone wolf stalking the woods nearby. He didn’t mind the darkness, red eyes pierced through the shadows for any remnants of life — but only the sound of the water splashing on the shore confirmed his loneliness.

The blood washed off of his clothing, it would be a good time to bathe while he was here. It was no hot spring, but in these vast foyers of sacred woods with rocky terrain it would be difficult to find such an accommodation. Still, it had been a few weeks since he had last seen a village — by now he should be reaching Twin Peaks, and the trodden roads within the woods indicated that at the very least this lake sat nearby a trade route.

It took time to set up camp, but he set himself up near the lake, knowing it would be better to press his back to the lake than open the possibility of being found sleeping unawares in the blanketed trees.

The summer months provided a new warmth that settled over the lands, and although he preferred the winter months — summer always reminded him of the days with his family within his village.

Hours later, the sound of a soft, innocent laughter sprinkled itself over his sleep.

The lone warrior woke with a start, grabbing his katana by his side sparingly.

The sound of water splashing startled him and he lifted himself off of the ground, aware of the body playing around in the water in what he could assume was only twenty feet away from him. Covered by a musket of plants and bushes by the shore, he crept low enough to keep himself covered.

The moon hung high over the long hours of the night, reflecting off of the lake.

And to the lone wolf’s astonishment, a young woman played around in the water.

Bare as the day she was born, her breasts bounced playfully as she submerged herself in the water and reappeared, happily lazing around in the cool water. From here, he had ample view of the long tresses of inexplainable silvery-pink hair and the soft expanse of her stomach that led to a soft patch of pink curls at the juncture of her thighs.

He was no stranger to the female body.

But with the water droplets glistening off of her skin, Tobirama had to calm himself from the sudden thought that he hadn’t lain or seen a woman naked in well over two years.

His hakama felt painfully tight.

The white wolf watched her curiously play in the water.

Were there others? 

From the looks of it she seemed to be alone, which was odd for a young woman to be this far out from her village at these hours of night without supervision. Which was concerning considering the fact that wolves and preying men would love nothing more than to steal her from the water and keep her for themselves.

She sunk beneath the water then and disappeared. He stayed planted in his seat, ignoring how much of a lech he looked like, peering at her from beyond the bushes. When a few minutes passed by without her bob of pink hair surfacing, he started to move forward — thinking she somehow got stuck at the bottom of the deceiving lake.

Just as he moved past the brush, the magnetic woman reappeared from the water and blinked back the water from her eyes — which he now noticed were a deep, enchanting color of viridian. Like the treetops after a fresh blanket of snow, they reflected the light of the moon while remaining their ecstatic green.

He never felt nervous — not in battle, not when meeting the crowds that greeted him after a successful mission, not when he saw the edges of death.

Yet now, the lone wolf felt like his chest might implode when the woman laid eyes on him at the bank of the lake.

With the curious tilt of her head, she didn’t cover herself — nor did she freak out by the man that was unassumingly staring at her. She should have screamed, should have covered herself, should have worried that he might do something to her that he couldn’t promise he could control.

Instead, she smiled softly.

“You finally decided to join me,” she called out to him playfully.

Little confused him, but this girl was quickly becoming an enigma.

He didn’t say anything, but instead watched her lean back in the water with that bright smile, “I knew you were watching from beyond the brush — I was wondering what it would take to get you to come out.”

His eyes narrowed, “so you faked drowning to get me out here?”

The woman peered at him innocently, “I don’t recall doing such a thing, all I did was try and reach the bottom of the lake.”

Her voice lulled the syllables of her words, he could easily envision her singing to children in her free time with the sweetness conveyed in her words, “—you looked rather peaceful sleeping over there, sorry if I woke you — I enjoy coming out here for a swim every so often.”

She knew he had been here?

“You live near here?” he called out to her, finding himself inclined to learn more.

The mysterious woman motioned towards the woods, “I grew up in these woods — our village is only a mile or so from here.”

“You come out here by yourself? Don’t you know how dangerous it is for a beau—“ he paused, clearing his throat, “for a woman to be out here alone?”

She smirked, pouty lips twisting upwards, “of course I do. Although I hope your speaking for yourself considering you watched me through the bushes, Sir.”

A sharp tongue.

Tobirama could feel himself slowly eb on the edge of embarrassment, “—I wasn’t.”

“I don’t mind,” she interrupted, “I figure you’re a good man.”

He glanced at the way she waded through the water, slowly coming closer to the edge until her feet hit the bottom and she emerged halfway, nothing but the water covering her lower half, “and why do you figure that?” he murmured huskily — finding himself entranced by this strangely exotic looking woman.

“If you weren't a good man you wouldn’t have tried to save me thinking I was drowning,” she stated as if it were common sense.

The water rolled down the expanse of her pretty face, down the length of her slim neck, trailing down her skin until the droplets rolled off pert nipples. He didn’t normally oggle at women, nor did he ever feel inclined to chase after them and use their bodies.

“Are you coming in or not?” she murmured silkily, that doting, playful smile on her face.

He glanced around, halfway wondering if this were a trap of some sort.

Deciphering that no — there was nobody around to steal the small assortment of his camp. Still, there was a scent of her genuine nature standing between them, compelling him to move forward.

Deciding that he would give in to the pink haired siren before him — he set his katana down at the foot of the shore and began undoing his hakama. When the material fell at his feet, he traced the way her eyes sized him up and she gently bit her lip.

He reached her within seconds, tugging her into the water with a playful yelp. 
When they emerged from the water, he stared into the expanse of her wide sea green eyes, her smaller body fitting into his sizable frame perfectly amongst the lapping waves of the lake, “—what’s your name?” he had to know.

The young woman traced her fingers up his side, weaving along the lines of his jagged scars and abdomen, causing goosebumps to kiss his skin, “—Sakura.”

Under the moonlight, they spent hours playing in the water and learning about one another, when they found their way to the shore and he rolled his hips against hers, the soft way she mewled beneath him, tilting her head back and he bit at her neck, exploring the expanse of her body to fit with his own.

They came together, hard and fast — her soft cries consumed by his mouth as he grunted his release inside of her, lost in the feeling of her body.

They fell asleep together at his camp, clothes foregone. 

The morning arrived at the peak of the distance mountains, the birds chirped their lovely songs — and he woke to see that Sakura was missing, the spot where she had fallen asleep pressed against him vacant. All of his belongings were neatly organized beside him, but she was gone. 

For years now he welcomed the stone walled silence. Welcomed the thought of being alone. Forewent the attachment that only led to a path of pain. 



With her sudden absence, he decided then that perhaps the loneliness did bother him.

[wolfypuppypiles]

Fic prompt: could you write one about Jace/Alec after Jace dies and comes back and Alec is always worried about him and like bursting into rooms to check up on him and calling him in the middle of the night to make sure he's okay?

Sure! I hope this is okay idk if this is exactly what you wanted but yeah I hope you like it please let me know what you think? And thanks for the prompt! I’ll post it on my Ao3 and ff.net accounts as “Overprotective.”

Jace was dreaming about something, about someone, made of light and burning like the sun. He thought it may have been the angel that brought him back, but he didn’t stay asleep long enough to find out, as he was woken by a banging at his door.

He woke with a start, and went to get out of bed, only to have his door pushed open before he could even get to it. Alec tumbled through, with a worried Magnus behind him, and the Lightwood quickly ran over to his brother.

“Jace! Are you okay?”

Jace had no idea what was happening. Alec’s cheeks were wet with tears, and his eyes were wide as he patted his sleep clumsy hands all over Jace’s chest as if searching for damage. He managed to stutter out a reply as Alec continued to check him over.

“Yeah, I’m okay. What’s happening? What’s wrong?” Alec sniffed and wiped a hand over his eyes, other hand fisted into his brother’s shirt.

“I just…I had a dream and… well, it was a memory but I could feel it, you were dying and it hurt so bad and then, I couldn’t find you. I just needed to make sure you were still here.”

Jace sighed as he shared a look with Magnus, the warlock was holding Alec’s shoulder and giving the blonde an apologetic frown. “I’m sorry, he wouldn’t calm down until he saw you. Alexander, darling, he’s okay, see? Everything’s all right now.”

Alec shook his head, still patting his hands over Jace’s chest, where the knife had gone through. “No, he was stabbed, he died, I felt it. It can’t just be gone. I have to make sure.”

Jace took hold of his parabatai’s hands and tried to catch his frantic gaze. He looked so tired.

“The Angel healed me, Alec. I’m okay, it’s nothing but a bad dream, now.”

Alec didn’t look convinced, but nodded, wiping at his eyes again as his breaths calmed down a little. But his other hand was still clutched tightly in Jace’s shirt, and the blonde curled his own fingers over it because Alec clearly didn’t want to leave.“Why don’t you two spend the rest of the night here. I think we could all use some more sleep, and my bed’s big enough.”

Magnus gave him another apologetic look as he gently pried his boyfriend’s hands from the blonde’s shirt. “That might be a good idea, thank you, Jace.”

Alec nodded slowly, getting into the bed as Jace took one side. Magnus got in last, wrapping his arms around his angel as they faced Jace. Alec seemed to feel better with them both there, but Jace could feel his uneasiness through their bond, when the lights went out.

Alec couldn’t see him in the dark, and couldn’t be sure that he was safe. So, Jace gently took one of the older boy’s hands and placed it on his own chest, allowing Alec to feel his heartbeat.

“I’m not going anywhere, Alec. I won’t leave you, just go to sleep.”

He felt so terrible for what he put his brother through, for scaring him so badly and causing him so much pain. If Alec needed a little more reassurance in order to sleep, then so be it, it was the least he could do.

The Lightwood didn’t want to sleep again, didn’t want to relive those bad memories, but Magnus was spooning him and patting his hair back, and Jace’s heartbeat thumped reassuringly under his hand, and he slowly fell asleep.

It was better in the morning, Alec was more coherent than he had been in his terrified, half asleep, state. But he was more protective than usual.

“I don’t think you really need to go, they’ll be fine without you. I need you here, to finish those reports.”

Jace groaned and rubbed a hand over his forehead as Alec tapped at the holo-screens, avoiding his gaze.

“I can do the reports when I get back, come on it’s just a few little demons. It’s nothing I haven’t done before.”

“No, Jace. I’m not changing my mind.” And that was it. He refused to discuss it anymore, even when Jace was clearly mad.

And then there were the phone calls whenever Alec was apart from Jace for more than twenty minutes, and being checked up on during the night. It was driving him crazy, he hated being cooped up, but what was he supposed to do?

Alec refused to even talk about it, and got panicked whenever Jace tried. He was sinking back into his old ways, suffering in silence, and shutting people out when they tried to help. Jace knew it wasn’t healthy, and he wanted to help his brother, but it was hard to know what to do.

Magnus said it had been awful, the way Alec had screamed when he felt Jace die, and that Alec hadn’t talked to him much about it either.

Jace wanted to help, but he was growing more frustrated with each day, and it was starting to boil over.

“Alec, seriously it’s just a forsaken, I can handle it. I’m not going to get killed from one little rune fuelled mundane. Anyway, you’ll be with me the whole time.”

That unhappy mouth scrunched up into a pout, as Alec’s dark eyebrows furrowed down over his irritated gaze. “I said no, Jace. Izzy and her team have it handled, we’re staying here to help train everyone about how to take down those dragon demons in case they make another appearance.”

It had been almost a week already. No missions, barely anytime to himself, always being checked up on. He was so sick of it.

“I don’t need to be babied! Nothing is going to happen to me, on one little mission!”Alec’s fingers curled into fists and he closed his eyes, pressing his knuckles to the table as Jace got louder.

“Jace-“

“You have to start trusting me again, it’s not like I can’t protect myself!”

“Please-“

Jace didn’t notice the way Alec’s chest was tightening, or the strain in his voice. He was too frustrated.

“It’s like you don’t think I can handle myself, but I can! I’m the best fighter we have and you know that, it is our duty to put our lives on the line for our cause, and that’s all I want to do! It’s not like anyone else is in less danger. You’re going to lose me one day, Alec, and you can’t stop that from happening just by keeping me out of missions!”

Alec couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t get that horrible memory to leave his mind. Jace dying, without him, somewhere he couldn’t reach. Alec had failed, he hadn’t protected his brother like he promised, he hadn’t been able to stop it. And Jace was right, one day it was going to happen again.

His words came out strangled and warped, as he tried to get his hands to stop from shaking.

“I can’t- Jace please, I can’t do it again. I can’t feel that again.”

Jace’s anger melted away like snow in the sun, and he quickly reached for Alec’s arm as he watched those eyes scrunch closed in pain. “Alec?”

“It hurt so bad, and I couldn’t do anything. I knew I was losing you, I could feel it, and I could feel how scared you were but…there was nothing I could do to stop it. I just lay there and felt you die. And I…” He released a sob, whole body shaking as tears fell to the table in front of him, splattering across the glass.

“I can’t do it again.”

Jace felt the ache that Alec did, and he’d known the feeling he was describing. When Alec had almost slipped away, after trying to track him, he had felt the pain of the Parabatai bond, the way it screamed inside him. But he had been there, holding Alec, he had gotten to say goodbye, had been allowed to save him. Alec hadn’t been afforded the same luxuries.

The blonde felt terrible for what he’d done. He sighed and stepped closer to his brother, wrapping his arms around Alec’s neck as he let out another sob and hugged him back.

Jace’s voice was a whisper against Alec’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

He hadn’t meant to cause him so much pain. “I had hoped that… somehow…you wouldn’t feel it.”

Alec gripped him tighter, as if just mentioning the pain might bring it back.

Everything inside him burned with the need to protect his little brother, to make sure that nothing bad happened to him ever again. He didn’t think he could survive that loss more than once.

Jace could feel that need, and held him until he’d calmed down, watching as Alec wiped at his cheeks.

“Just don’t do it again, okay? You aren’t good at the whole, self-preservation thing but if not for yourself, at least be careful for me.” His eyes were so sincere, so desperate and vulnerable, that Jace would have agreed to anything he’d asked. “I promise.”

Of course, that hadn’t been completely the end of it. Alec lengthened the leash a little, allowing Jace on missions but he still insisted on phone calls every few hours if they were apart, and Jace decided that if he ever wanted Alec to chill, he’d have to enlist the help of everyone’s favourite warlock.

“Where are you taking me? You can’t get me to stay home when you’re out on missions, I don’t care what you say.”

Jace pushed his brother to Magnus’ apartment as he laughed. “I think you might change your mind in a moment.”

Alec didn’t really trust Jace’s innocent smile, and narrowed his eyes as the door was opened and he was shoved inside. There was music playing, something exotic that matched the mood the apartment full of candles and petals provided. And because he was Alec, he was instantly suspicious.

“What is this?”

Jace laughed once more before biting his lip and trying to compose himself. He stood Alec in the doorway of his and Magnus’ bedroom and straightened his parabatai’s shirt before taking the door handle.

“You have two choices. You can either follow me on this easy mission and continue to be all overprotective, or…” He pulled the door open, being careful to stay behind the wall, and therefore unable to see, as he revealed the surprise to Alec.

He knew when Alec saw it because his eyes went wide as he’d ever seen them, and his cheeks burned red as he quickly flung a hand out to cover Jace’s eyes. It was a lovely sight, and the warlock purred out a greeting from his spot on the bed. “Hello, Alexander, darling.”

Their bed was covered in silk and petals, with a half-naked Magnus lounging among them. He was practically glowing in the candlelight, with his dark eyes and sly smile. God, he was gorgeous.

Jace laughed as Alec kept his hand firmly over his eyes. “You can either follow me on the mission or you can stay here and have sex with your boyfriend. So, what do you say? Are you going to keep babying me?”

Jace could hear the smile in Alec’s voice as he stuttered out a reply. “You go, I’m…I’m definitely going to stay here. Forever.”

Magnus let out a pleased titter, footsteps soft on the carpet as he came to take Alec’s hand and pull him into their bedroom. Jace made sure the door was closed before he opened his eyes, calling out to the two as he left.

“Have fun!”

He was about to leave when Alec’s voice called through the door. “Be careful! And watch your back, make sure you call me if anything happens and call me once you’re home so I know you’re safe and-“

“Alec!”