#if anything Twinkle would fling himself

[artsoflilo1]

New fake kids show to add to LSTV! These two are actually revamps of characters I made a little while back. Still loved them and wanted to use their designs for something, so I came up with “Star Pops”. A story about an alien dad and his baby star son

Made a bunch of doodles of them cause I love them already lol ♥️ ⭐️ hope you guys like them too!

[infiniteeight8]

We haven't heard anything in a while from the Obsession 'Verse. Maybe you can give us a first kiss? :3

I have so many little series going now that I almost forgot about Obsession ‘Verse! 

This is the romantic side of Obsession ‘Verse. Of course, it has to be a little over the top. 😀

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Stephen hadn’t originally intended to make Tony wait for so long. The delay had originally been more about Stephen’s willingness to risk anyone else seeing Tony… disheveled. It doesn’t matter what people have seen in the past, Tony is his now and that means some things are reserved for Stephen.

So no, the wait wasn’t planned, but the way Tony looked at him as the waiting went on was intoxicating. The anticipation. The eagerness. The impatience. Tony’s gaze found Stephen the moment he entered the room, as if Stephen was the center of Tony’s world. Just that look left Stephen on the brink of arousal at some truly inappropriate moments. 

Stephen would continue drawing things out, except that a hint of uncertainty has crept into Tony’s gaze lately, and Stephen can’t stand the idea that Tony might ever question his devotion.

He plans the moment meticulously. Tony is fond of grand gestures, but he’s received very few himself. He’s less fond of magic, but Stephen wants to show off. He thinks Tony will permit it.

Stephen sets everything in motion late at night, after a Stark Industries event that Pepper has insisted Tony attend. Tony will be tired and irritable after a long night chatting up people who hardly even see him as a person, but when Stephen asks FRIDAY if Tony can meet him on the observation deck of the tower, there’s only a moment’s delay before she reports his agreement.

Tony is dressed in a tuxedo, as expected, though he’s undone the collar and discarded his tie. Stephen is also in a tux, his still crisply appointed. “You’re all dressed up,” Tony says, approaching Stephen where he stands at the railing. “I didn’t think you had an event tonight.”

“I didn’t,” Stephens says. He gestures to himself. “This is for you.”

A hint of heat enters Tony’s eyes. “I don’t need all the bells and whistles.”

“But you deserve a few.” Stephen holds Tony’s gaze. “May I show you something?” He turns a hand palm up and lets magic flicker over his palm to clarify.

“On me?” Tony asks.

Stephen smiles. “On the city.”

Tony’s eyebrows go up and the interest in his gaze deepens. “Okay.”

Stephen forces himself to focus as he weaves the spell, despite the fact that he can feel Tony’s attention like a physical touch. This spell is meant for a small area, just a few people, but there’s no reason it can’t be cast at larger scales, if the sorcerer is strong enough.

When Stephen flings out his hands and feels the spell settle over New York, triumph sings through his veins. He turns and grins at Tony before gesturing out over the balcony.

The city is blanketed in the steady glow of millions of points of light in every color of the rainbow and a few there might not be proper words for. Tony lays both hands on the railing and stares out at them for a moment. “It’s beautiful,” he says. “What are they?”

“Souls,” Stephen says, and Tony jerks around to stare at him. “Those are visual representations of every soul in New York.”

Tony turns back to the view. “Jesus, Stephen,” he breathes. His breath catches and Stephen knows he’s spotted the hospital, where the combination of deaths and births almost seems to make it twinkle. 

Stephen steps up behind Tony and rests his hands lightly on Tony’s hips. He leans in so that he can murmur in Tony’s ear. “I’ve seen millions of souls, Tony. Perhaps hundreds of millions. And none of them approach yours.” Tony goes still under his hands. Stephen steps closer, almost pressing them together. “You are remarkable. Stunning. Unique. You captivate me. I want you to be mine.”

Tony turns to face him. Stephen doesn’t give him a chance to speak, just leans in and catches Tony’s mouth with his own. Tony moans softly, almost silently, and then kisses back, his arms sliding around Stephen and pulling them tight together. Stephen lifts his hands to cup Tony’s face, holding him steady as he deepens the kiss. 

It’s perfect, Tony is perfect, so warm and eager in his arms, so hungry and full of need. Stephen wants to fulfill every desire he has. For now he settles for kissing Tony breathless. He tangles their tongues together and sucks softly and feels his pulse pound through his whole body when Tony moans again, louder this time. 

When they finally part, they’re both panting, more from arousal than lack of air. “You’re unhinged, you know that, right?” Tony says, laughter lurking under the words, his arms still around Stephen. 

“You like it,” Stephen says, leaning in for another kiss.

“I do,” Tony murmurs against his mouth. “I do like it.”

If Stephen’s first triumph of the night sang through his veins, this one screams. He pours it all into the kiss, and Tony meets him every step of the way.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Hopeless

Written for @remadoramicrofics day 8: guts. G, 498 words. Read below or on Ao3.

Remus didn’t want to call it brooding, but he couldn’t think of a better term for his current state. He held a glass, sipping the smoky, nutty liquid within, letting it coat his mouth while he fretted over a peculiar predicament. He closed his eyes, but his mind conjured her, making it painfully clear that he had to make a decision.

He hadn’t been this lovesick since he was a hormonal teenager. Then, he’d been full of overwhelming emotions and hope that if he could have friends, he could have a girlfriend. The friendships didn’t last; a short-lived fling or two, and the disgust of many more, left him discouraged.

It wasn’t until a pink-haired witch stumbled into his life that he became truly hopeless. 

When he looked into her enchanting eyes, he could almost see her looking back at him with affection.

When she spoke to him, he heard liveliness, kind-hearted mischief, and warmth. Remus had deluded himself into thinking she spoke with a certain fondness for him, but he knew it was his own imagination, leading him further into despair.

When they danced, a mere hour ago, he’d had one hand on the small of her back and the other in hers. He thought he felt something bubbling between them, but it couldn’t be true. She seemed just as comfortable when dancing with Sirius, Arthur, and Kingsley.

His mind, however, had taken all these details and given him a tantalizing vision that would always be out of his reach.

When Tonks looked at him with those wide, twinkling eyes, he pictured her gazing at him like that for the rest of their lives.

When Tonks whispered something in his ear at a meeting or teased him, he imagined she was flirting with him, making him feel wanted and worthy. When he let those thoughts run away, her flirting would spur him on, giving him courage to take her face in his hands and kiss her. 

When they swayed to the music, he was halfway in a fantasy world, where she had a ring on her finger, wore a white dress, and called him hers, forever. 

That blasted, domestic image had been his undoing. That was the moment he knew he’d gone from enchanted to besotted, from deep admiration to falling completely, unreservedly, and hopelessly in love with her. He wanted her so badly he felt sick to his stomach over it; he felt he had no choice but to find a way to relocate and help the Order from a distance.

A large, tall shadow arrived in Remus’s periphery.

“Not now, Sirius.”

“I know why you’re here.” 

“Leave me alone.”

“When are you going to tell her?”

“Sod off,” Remus growled. 

“Fine,” Sirius snapped. “You barely have the guts to stay alive. Why bother trying for anything more?”

Sirius stomped away. Remus put his head in his hands and wished he could envision something other than Tonks, holding him, kissing him, and never letting him go. 

[roboticspacecase]

BillDip promt:first date

Ahh an excuse to write fluff, yes >:3c

The last thing Dipper had expected when he was asked out by a handsome, seemingly normal guy on a dating app, was to end up gripping the passenger seat of a fancy sports car while his date stared down an empty parking lot.

"Don't you dare," Dipper laughed, gripping the seat tighter. "You just took me out to that nice restaurant and fed me all that pasta, and I don't think either of us want to see it again. Especially since this time it’ll be all over your dashboard."

Bill's intense gaze shifted from the pavement to Dipper, a large, smarmy grin on his face. "You saw how good of a driver I was when I got us from your place to the restaurant in that funky traffic jam. We made it on time for our reservation, didn't hit anyone or anything, and I didn't get pulled over!"

Dipper rolled his eyes, still smiling. During the two weeks that he and Bill spoke over messages, the blond had mentioned that he enjoyed doing things that, “got the heart pumping”. But Dipper had always thought that had been some sort of sexual joke, not that he actually wanted to fling his car around at high speeds the second they drove by an empty lot.

“How about we do a few donuts, then we park and give my poor stomach a chance to catch up with the night?” He leaned back in his seat, preparing himself for the ride. “I think I can handle at least a few.” Their night had been going well enough that Dipper would feel bad if he shut down Bill’s fun too quickly, so he didn’t mind putting up with more of the blond’s shenanigans.

Bill lit up, his baby blue eyes twinkling from the dim glow of his headlights. “Sounds good to me, Pine Tree!” He revved the engine a couple of times before shifting the car into gear and slamming his foot down on the gas.

The tires screeched as they whirled around the lamp posts and empty parking spots. The two of them got thrown around a bit with each turn, though both could be heard laughing over the sound of the rubber on pavement.

Thankfully, Bill stuck to only doing a few and came to an abrupt stop once they had made their mark on the lot.

“Bet you’ve never had a date end with something that exciting, huh?”

Dipper looked at Bill, a large smile on his face. “I dunno, one guy took me to see a movie then took me to a grocery store ‘cause he needed something and didn’t want to go back out again after dropping me off. So I guess you could say this is a close second.”

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?” The blond put his car into park, then adjusted the seat so that it was lying all the way back. “Then I’ll just have to one-up him and take a nap right here and now so that I don’t have to sleep after dropping you off.”

As soon as Bill closed his eyes and pretended to fake snore, Dipper burst out laughing and nudged the blond’s arm. “As much as I like your commitment to making this a super fun date, I think it’s about time I let my poor stomach lie down.”

“Your poor stomach, huh?” Bill got up and laid himself over Dipper, reaching for the latch to lay his seat down at well.

It popped into place too suddenly for Dipper to keep up with, he and Bill both falling backwards in an awkward position, Bill right on his stomach.

“Fuck, sorry,” he laughed. “Didn’t mean to come onto you that hard, but hey, you’re laying down now! Your poor stomach can rest easy in my car.”

“Not with you on top of it,” Dipper grunted. He gave the blond a playful shove, not actually trying to get him off. “Maybe if we carefully get back to my place before it gets too late, we can both… I dunno, maybe let our stomachs settle together on my couch with something playing on the TV?” Pink filled his cheeks because he knew that sounded a lot like he was inviting Bill over to get laid. And he sort of was. If one thing led to another, then who was he to deny the flow of the date?

Bill sprung up and had his seat back to normal in no time, his hand on the gearshift. “I’m about to be the carefullest- No wait, the most careful? Whatever, we’re about to be so fucking safe but fast, so buckle up.”

“I never unbuckled, so I’m ready,” Dipper snorted, adjusting his seat so that he could sit up. The car moved again, this time at a much better speed, and Dipper couldn’t help but smile over at his date. It was no trip to the grocery store, but he had a feeling he and Bill would have plenty of other outings that would more than make up for it.

[dani-luminae]

When a Star Hears a Princess's Plea

LFTS (AU) one-shot: the night before Ben's Coronation, Audrey, sensing the tension and the danger, talks to Ben's favorite star. Maybe/slightly/possibly inspired a bit by Wish 2023.

Ben and Audrey had been eight the first time he'd brought her up to the highest balcony of Beast Castle and introduced her to his favorite star.

“Syrena, this is Audrey!” He’d said, his eyes shining, while Audrey looked up at the bright star in a much more baffled way. “She’s my best friend. I told you about her.”

Yes, you’ve told me much, Syrena’s twinkling starlight seemed to say, a pleasure to meet you, Audrey.

Ben had grown out of that fascination with this star, Syrena, mostly by force. In middle school, he’d suddenly felt how embarrassing it was that the prince of a whole kingdom, heir to the throne, would sit and talk to a light in the sky each night. Audrey tried to point out that it wasn’t all that silly – what about the Blue Fairy, and Evangeline, and the Second Star to the Right? But Ben smiled, and quietly trained himself out of it. Audrey was a little disappointed. He’d seemed so happy merely saying Syrena’s name, as if she were a cherished friend just as Audrey was.

By high school, he’d stopped talking about her. Audrey had half a mind to ask about it, but their dates never seemed to be the right time, and aside from their dates, they were always surrounded, by students and peers, by other royals and nobles, by the media demanding whatever it was they wanted.

And then Mal arrived, and Audrey was wary. And then Ben publicly dumped her, for Mal, and Audrey was left reeling, puzzled, unsure what she was supposed to do next. How long did she have to rectify this before her grammy found out (the answer to that was a matter of hours), how could she recover from this humiliation (kissing Chad hadn’t worked, not that she’d expected it to), what could she do to stop everyone from looking at her with syrupy sweet pity, or laughter at her misfortune, the daughter of Aurora dumped for the daughter of Maleficent (Audrey didn’t know any answer for that).

Family Day came, and everything came crashing down for Mal and her friends. Audrey couldn’t help her own little bitter quip, but she didn’t approve of the way her grammy had lashed out soon after – but then approval didn’t matter, as Chad butt in and the situation spiraled out of control. By the end of it, the Isle kids had the blame placed squarely on them after using a little magic against the rude prince, then threatening it against more Auradonians.

Audrey wasn’t proud of the situation. But the part of her that was a hurt teenager, and not the perfectly-trained-princess, wasn’t as disapproving as she knew she should be.

But that disaster hadn’t changed anything. Mal was Ben’s date to his Coronation tomorrow. Mal, who was quick to wield magic with results she cared not to consider, whether it was a harmless glamor spell or something more sinister, and for what ends? Audrey was certain that Mal knew better than to fling magic around without a care, unless her spells served a purpose. And what purpose was that? To get close to the soon-to-be King of Auradon?

Audrey thought about all of that as she sat on the balcony of her bedroom in Auroria Castle, brushing her hair as Syrena shone high above her. Syrena’s starlight twinkled, and Audrey thought it was almost inquisitive. And for some reason, Audrey answered her. “Hello, Syrena,” the princess said, setting down her brush and pushing her damp curls back from her shoulders. “It’s been a long time since Ben talked to you, hasn’t it? At least, that I know of.” There was a pause. The star said nothing. Audrey sighed. “Ben’s been silent to me for a bit, too. I’m worried.”

The starlight flickered.

“There’s this new girl, Mal,” Audrey said, feeling a strange sort of relief to say this aloud, even if her only audience was the stars. “Ever since she showed up, Ben’s been weirdly fascinated with her. And I wouldn’t mind it if that was it, because of course he’s gonna be fascinated with what’s new and exciting. But then he overlooked the trouble she was causing. Then he dumped me to take her to the Coronation. And he won’t even do anything when she used her magic today. She could have seriously hurt someone. All he cares about is… I-I just don’t understand.”

Syrena said nothing. Not that she could, Audrey supposed.

“Tomorrow he’s going to be crowned King of Auradon, and Mal will be right there at his side,” she continued. “I’m scared that she might… be up to something. That she could hurt him.” She folded her hands tightly in her lap. Of course, it was Ben’s choice who he brought to stand by his side. She wouldn’t take that away from him. She had just never imagined such an expected choice. He had always said it would be her, Audrey… or… Unexpectedly, she smiled at the star. “If only Ben could fulfil that promise – that if he wasn’t going to take me to the Coronation, he said he would take you.”

Ben had made that promise. He and Audrey were thirteen, not boyfriend and girlfriend yet but understanding fully that everyone expected it of them in the future. It was one of the last times that Audrey knew of Ben talking to Syrena. Looking up at the star, he had said, “If I can’t take you to my Coronation, Audrey, I think I’ll take Syrena.”

Audrey had laughed. “She’s a star, Ben. She’s too far away.”

“Then I guess I’m stuck taking you,” he said with a joking smile that had made Audrey laugh even harder.

But a promise was a promise, and stars liked to see promises kept.

“I’m just… I’m scared,” Audrey lamented, back in the present. “He’s my dearest friend. I don’t want to see him hurt. And with Mal around, I just worry that might be a matter of time. And I have no idea who to turn to.” She shrugged, restless and amused. “You wouldn’t happen to be able to help, would you?”

Syrena twinkled again. Thinking nothing of it, Audrey sighed, brushed her hair back, and turned to go inside.

The wind swirled unexpectedly, and there was a strange warmth that she didn’t understand. Light shone behind her, bright enough to cast a clear shadow. Bewildered, Audrey spun around, not sure what was happening, just in time to see a beautiful girl, about the same age as she, climbing down from the railing of the balcony as if she had just landed there like a bird.

Audrey stared.

The girls smoothed her dress, the silvery folds falling like the lightest silk, and looked to Audrey. “Thank you for reminding me, princess,” she said, “that Ben has a promise to keep. And I have a Coronation to get to.”

Audrey finally understood. “I… would be happy to help you,” she decided swiftly, straightening her shoulders.

A promise kept to a star was far better than Mal being in the front row, anyway.

~~~

Not proofread, pardon any mistakes please.

Want to become a series? It might, I don't know yet.

Be sure to let me know what you think!

[tinymoondrops]

Twinkle Park (Sonic/Amy)

A/N: Annnd part two (and final part) of my Valentine’s day special! I may prefer my two gay bois (Sonadow) but I do ship Sonic with a couple other characters. Amy being one of them. They’re just too cute! I apologize in advance for any spelling/grammer errors and I hope you enjoy! I’m gonna continue to post couple one shots but since Febuary is over they will no longer be Valentine’s day themed!

Sonic rolled over hitting his alarm clock and snoozing it. He hated mornings. Or at least it took him a while to get up and out of bed. Being someone who had severe ADHD it was hard for him to get a good night's rest and yet he was always up early despite that. Ah well, nothing could really be done about that. He buried his face in his pillow hoping for a few more minutes, or maybe hours, of rest. Alas, the gods were not in his favor. Not even a second later there was a familiar knock on the door.

“Sonic come on it’s time to get up.” the young kitsune with which he shared his home called.

“Five more minutes Tails!” Sonic groaned. “Please bro!”

“Normally I’d say fine but it’s February 14th. Valentine’s Day. Amy’s going to be over soon.” Tails replied barely able to contain his laughter. 

It was pretty obvious that, despite the fact that Sonic kept rejecting Amy’s advances, he had a crush on her. The only person who didn’t seem to fully realize this was Sonic himself. Over the years Amy slowly started to give up any hope that he’d reciprocate her feelings, but Valentine’s day was one she would spend with Sonic no matter what. It was tradition if anything at this point. The two would go out and enjoy breakfast together then do whatever came to mind. Just spending the day together. Amy had long since accepted she couldn’t tie the free-spirited hedgehog down, but enjoyed the time they spent together on that day regardless. 

This year however was different. Sonic was determined to make it so. His time on the Starfall Islands had been a wake-up call. He really did like Amy and was finally starting to accept it. Today he wanted to show her that. 

“Oh shoot! I forgot! I’m up!” Sonic scrambled out of bed racing to get his socks and shoes on. Being the fastest thing alive he was ready in only seconds.

“Ok! I’m up!” Sonic announces flinging open his door to be greeted with a smirking Tails.

“Well that was fast.” Tails chuckles. At that exact moment, the doorbell rings.

“Looks like you got ready just in time.” Tails says.

“Yup! Thanks for waking me up bud. I owe ya.” Sonic chuckles ruffling the kitsune's fur before racing off down the stairs and to the front door maneuvering around Tails’ moving box 

“Hey Ames!” Sonic grins as he opens the door to greet the pink hedgehog.

“Sonic! You’re actually ready on time for once.” she laughs.

“Yeah well it helps when your genius bro acts like a backup alarm.” he rolls his eyes jokingly.

“That explains a lot actually.” Amy giggles.

“You ready to get some grub?” Sonic asks. Amy nods in response. Sonic steps out of the house locking the door behind him before turning to Amy and extending his arm in a dorky manner.

“M’lady!” he bows his head a stupid grin on his face. Amy can’t help but blush as she links her arm with Sonic before the two take off, it surprises even her that the blue blur can still have this effect on her. 

Guess you never really can get over your first crush. Especially when he’s super flirtatious on a normal basis. She still doesn’t expect anything out of this day quickly dashing the hope rising in her heart completely unaware of Sonic’s master plan. 

The two make some small talk as they walk enjoying the breeze. It’s surprisingly nice for February. They enjoy the scenery as they walk Amy points out the occasional flower or bird causing the two to pause and take a moment. Normally Sonic would be annoyed by these delays only hiding it to spare his friend's feelings but today, today he loves taking this time. It gives him more time to admire Amy and listen to her sweet voice as they talk about this and that. He wishes this walk would never end.

Eventually, though the two make it to the little restaurant they like to visit on this day. It’s out of the way of crowds and noise. Being the hero of Mobius comes with a lot of press so it was nice for the two not to have to worry about that as they enjoyed their breakfast. 

“Here Amy.” Sonic leads her over to a table pulling out a chair for her. “I’ll go order us some tea and coffee rolls.” he says as Amy sits down. 

It’s their usual on this day. Made extra special, for Amy at least, by the fact that everything is made to scream Valentine’s day! 

The shop is littered with heart-shaped napkins and streamers. Vases with pink roses sit in the center of every table. Every cup and plate is adorned with a heart pattern. The coffee rolls and donuts are all shaped like hearts. Amy can’t get enough. Sonic on the other hand could take it or leave it.

“Alright. You remember what tea I like?” Amy asks tilting her head as Sonic pushes in her chair.

“Of course I do! What do you take me for!” he gasps in mock hurt. 

“A hedgehog with severe ADHD.” she laughs.

“Ok fair.” Sonic snorts. “But yes I remember.” he pats her head before racing to the counter to put in their order. He had to resist the urge to kiss her cheek, but nope today he must be patient. It will all pay off by the end of the night. He smiles softly to himself.

Lost in thought the line passed quicker than it usually does for him. He was a bit surprised when he got to the front giving the cashier his order. He flashed them a smile when he noticed they seemed a bit flustered around him. It was alright though. He didn’t mind being kind to his fans. He made a bit of small talk with the cashier since there wasn’t anyone else in line at this point until his order was ready. Saying goodbye and giving the cashier a salute he raced off to grab the rolls and tea before heading back to Amy who was occupied with her phone. 

“Hey, Ames! I got the food!” he grins setting it down on the table.

“Oh! Thank you Sonic!” she offered him a smile. “I was just coordinating with Cream, Sticks, and Vanilla. You know that road trip I mentioned?” Sonic nodded in response. “We’re putting all the plans together now. It should be fun!” Amy giggles.

“Yeah, I bet!” Sonic grins. ‘You’ll have to send me a bunch of pictures.” 

“Oh I will! You know me. I like to document everything!” she giggles.

“I’ll have to get you more scrapbook gear soon.” Sonic laughs. “Your really good at it! It’s nice to have someone who keeps all our adventures documented so we can look back whenever we want to.”

Amy blushes. “It’s nothing. It helps keep me occupied when we don’t have anything going on.” 

“Well, again you're good at it! You could even make your own business out of it. In fact, you have many talents that you could probably make a business out of.” Sonic laughs. “Your pretty resourceful.” 

“T-That’s really sweet of you to say.” Amy blushes slightly. 

“It’s the truth.” Sonic shrugs taking a swig of his tea. 

Amy giggles and the two continue with their normal conversation. 

~~

After a while, the two have finished up their food and are getting ready to head out.

“Hey, Ames can I pick out where we hang this time round?” Sonic asks as he takes Amy’s hand leading her out the door.

Amy raises an eyebrow. “Alright but I’m not spending the day on a race course or eating chili dogs.” 

“Trust me!” Sonic snorts. “I think your gonna like this.” he smiles.

“Alright, we’ll see hedgehog.” Amy teases.

After a few moments of walking, it becomes very clear where they’re heading. 

“Oh my god Sonic!” Amy’s face lights up. “Are you serious!” 

“As the plague!” Sonic declares placing a hand over his heart.

“But you’ve never wanted to go here with me before!” she smiles in excitement.

“Well there’s a first time for everything isn’t there.” he chuckles as the two approach Twinkle Park. 

They enter the amusement park Amy looks around wide-eyed with excitement. Like the cafe, everything is decked out for Valentine’s Day and there are a bunch of couples running around happily.

Sonic chuckles to himself as he buys two tickets before taking Amy’s hand and leading her into the park.

“Come on! I wanna check out the rollercoaster!” he grins.

“You really are an adrenaline junky.” Amy laughs as the two run off to the nearest coaster.

~~

The day is a flurry of activity. Games, rides, and food! Sonic even ends up winning Amy a stuffed bear which she happily hugs onto for the remainder of the day.

“Hey Ames I have an idea for our last ride!” he grins pointing to the Ferris wheel. 

“Really Sonic? I never thought that was a ride you would enjoy.” Amy cocks an eyebrow. 

“Well, I’m not one to pass up a killer view!” Sonic grins. 

“Well I guess that’s fair.” Amy giggles.

“Come on let’s go before the line gets too long!” Sonic exclaims taking her hand and racing with her to the line.

They only have to wait a few minuets before hopping into their seat and only a few more before they make it to the top and stop. 

“This really is a great view!” Amy smiles looking out at the park below them. The lights and music drifting up to them. 

“Mhmm!” Sonic smiles. “And it’s the perfect place for this.” Despite his racing heart Sonic gently turns Amy to face him leaning in slowly to give her time to pull away. Her face lights up turning bright red, but she dosn’t turn away. No. This has been something she’s wanted for years and only gotten in dreams. 

The moment dosn’t last long as Sonic’s lips meet Amy’s. Instead the anticipation turns into something else. Something better. As fireworks light up the sky, per Twinkle Park’s normal night time routine, Amy feels like her heart might explode. She quickly kisses back her eyes closing as her arms warp around Sonic’s neck. 

For Sonic it feels like the world is on fire. He never realized his heart could go this fast, and that’s saying something! He wraps his arms around Amy pulling her closer as the two melt into the magical moment, the world melting around them only leaving the two of them.

All too soon the moment ends and the two pull away for air. 

“I umm I r-really like you Ames.” Sonic blushes running a hand through his quills, his nervous habit. “I was just too stupid to realize sooner, and for that I’m sorry.” 

“It’s ok Sonic! I’ve waited this long havn’t I?” Amy giggles. “I’d honestly given up hope at this point.” 

Sonic takes Amy’s hand and squeezes it. 

“I know this is pretty bad timing considering you’re leaving for that trip soon but…I finally wanted to tell. Seeing you trapped like that when we were on the Starfall Islands. Not being able to talk to you…it made me realize how much I care about you. How much you mean to me. I cannot picture my life without you in it.” Sonic smiles. “And that’s not me trying to make you stay. I want you to go out and spread all that love you have in that big heart of yours, but just know you have someone waiting for you to come back. That is if you’ll have me.” 

“Don’t be silly! Of course I want to be your girlfriend.” she giggles. “I’d stopped chasing you but I never stopped loving you.” 

Sonic smiles cupping her cheek in his hand. She leans into his touch humming cotently. 

“I’m glad Amy.” he smiles. “I’m really glad.” 

Amy nuzzles up to him resting her head on his shoulder hugging the teddy bear he won her close. With is arm wrapped around her shoulder she feels complete. 

The two spend the rest of the ride snuggled together. Finally together after all these years.

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Hooked

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

With Hongjoong's last sent text, you threw your blanket off and tippy-toe your way to his bedroom that he shared with Seonghwa.

You slowly open his door and peek inside to scan the room first before going in. There were two beds at each corner of the room with two study desks in between the beds. Seonghwa seemingly dead asleep in his bed in the left corner as Hongjoong was at his study desk, back towards you as he is immersed in his work. The room was dark as one of them is asleep but the study lamp on Hongjoong's desk is on, illuminating the room with a pretty golden glow.

Hearing the door open, Hongjoong looked back and grinned widely at the sight of you, "hey, come on in," he said, nodding his head to the side to tell you to come in.

You walk into their room, closing the door quietly before walking towards Hongjoong's side to peek at what he's working on. The laptop screen showed that he was working on his paper, being a double major must've been hard.

"Have you been working on this since we finished dinner, Joongie?" you asked while leaning down so your head's next to his to skim at the paper he's writing.

Nodding his head, you see that he was pursing his lips, "yeah, I just want to finish this as soon as possible so I can finally get a fucking rest," he muttered. He then paused to look at you, smiling before reaching his hand to hold your arm, "you can lie down in my bed, get yourself comfortable as I work,"

HAutomatically, your eyes peer down onto his bed. His comfy looking bed with fluffy pillows and a thick blanket. You can only imagine how good his bed smells.

So without wasting any more time, you plop down belly-first onto Hongjoong's bed, squealing happily, making Hongjoong chuckle at how you're acting. You took your time settling in, tucking yourself under his blanket and propping your head on his pillow before taking your phone out and began scrolling.

As Hongjoong work, you scroll through Instagram while talking with him. He would ask for your opinion on his paper, whether or not what he was implying is expressed correctly and asking for fancy vocabulary to, as he said "put pizzazz in that miserable professor's life,"

An hour passed and you started to feel bored. So you put your phone on Hongjoong's table next to his laptop and sat up to watch his pretty fingers dance on the keyboard of his laptop. God, how can a person's fingers look so aesthetically pleasing?

"Joong, Joongieeeeee," you whined as you began tugging on the sleeve of his sweater. He slowly peels his eyes off the laptop to look at you which was a huge mistake because you're looking at him with eyes so sad and pout so deep that it almost literally melt his heart away.

As hard as he tried, he couldn't help but reach a hand forward and gently move your hair away from your face, "yeah? What is it?" he answered, eyes focusing on trying to fix your slightly messy hair.

With your pout still on, you whined at him, "am cold," you said. Hongjoong raised an eyebrow at you, "you're literally wearing a blanket around you, (Y/N)," he said, the side of his lips quirking upwards in amusement.

To be honest, you didn't really wanna tell him what you actually want in case he'd feel that you're too annoying or whiny. If only you knew he has a soft spot for whiny, clingy brats. That's the only reason why Wooyoung still hasn't been kicked out yet.

Lips jutting forward, you suck your pride in to tell him what you actually want by not literally saying what you actually want. "I was promised a hoodie if I come here," you muttered.

It took Hongjoong ten whole seconds to realize what you meant. Laughing lightly at your adorableness, he pats your head before standing up from his desk to walk towards his wardrobe on the side of his room to retrieve one of his favourite hoodies.

"You know, you can just say you want it or even get it on your own," he said as he returns to you and drops the hoodie on your lap, making you squeal in delight. "I could tell you, but where's the fun in that? and besides, I'm not the type to just randomly go through my friend's wardrobe," you answered him.

For some reason, you weren't thinking straight as you suddenly hold the ends of your shirt and lift it off of you, leaving your bra-clad chest visible to a frozen Hongjoong.

Usually, Hongjoong's a gentleman. He'd avert his eyes when he thinks he's seeing something inappropriate. But for some reason, he couldn't avert his gaze away from your chest.

Realizing that Hongjoong had gone silent, you look up only to find him staring directly at your boobs. You blushed slightly when you realized what you had done, so you immediately cover yourself up with the hoodie that he had lent you.

"Sorry, I tend to change my clothes in front of Mingi and Jongho without thinking," you said, voice breaking Hongjoong's trance as he shook his head slightly to regain his senses back.

When he saw that you're so preciously swallowed by his hoodie, he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness from deep within him.

"Lucky them for being able to see and feel you whenever they want," he said. You immediately sense the change of tone in his voice, realizing that he might want in on what Mingi and Jongho has.

You raised an eyebrow at him, daringly lifting one side of the hoodie to show one of your bra-clad boobs, "wanna touch 'em?"

There was a long pause between you two. Half of your chest still exposed to the cold air. But the silence was too much, neither of you was moving at all for a while and it made you worried.

Had you read the signs wrong?

Is Hongjoong not into this?

Luckily, Hongjoong snapped out of what seemed to be his trance and practically pouncing on you. He had managed to straddle your hips and pin your arms on the sides, the blanket that was covering you thrown to the side to expose you fully to him.

Your eyes lock on his and you can feel how affected he was by you. Hongjoong leaned his face down to the side of your neck and began leaving soft pecks around, making you exhale shakily.

"Tell me what's on the table," he mumbled against your skin, the vibration of his voice that had dropped low sending tingling feelings down to your core.

"Anything you want," you answered. Your eyes fluttered close as his kisses move lower until it stops at your cleavage. His lips stayed there momentarily before his tongue poked out and began licking at the hem of your bra, going along the line across your breasts on both sides before suddenly biting at your nipple through the fabric of your bra, making you gasp and arch your back at the sudden impact.

Hongjoong smirked at the reaction you gave him. He used the opportunity of your back arching to reach behind and unclasp your bra, flipping it upwards so he's face to face with your bare chest.

A low groan rose from his throat before latching his lips at your left nipple, tongue licking at the bud and teeth taking turn grazing and tugging on it. While his mouth was busy on your chest, his left hand slides south to rub at your clit through your sleeping shorts using his thumb.

"A-ah, Joongie," you moaned, feeling your arousal increasing each passing second. Your legs began to spread wider to accommodate his body and to invite more of his ministrations.

Feeling a bit braver, you guide his hand that was rubbing on your clit to slip inside your sleeping shorts and panties to make direct contact. When you feel his bare fingers rubbing your pussy gently, you let out a shaky breath as you slightly shudder.

The feeling of his mouth coating your boobs with his saliva and his fingers teasing your hole was amazing. Your eyes flutter close to enjoy the pleasure he was giving you.

Neither of you realized that the other person in the room had been watching the whole thing unfold, starting from when Hongjoong pounced on you. He decided that he wants in on the fun.

Hongjoong was the first to notice Seonghwa walking towards both of you. He let his mouth detach from your nipple for a second to peer at Seonghwa with a smirk on his face, "glad to see you up, we were just about to have fun," he teased.

You open your eyes when you hear Hongjoong spoke. That was when your eyes met Seonghwa's lust-filled ones, gasping in shock when you finally registered that he's watching his roommate frolicking. His usually twinkling eyes dimmed down to showcase a desire from within him.

Hongjoong slipped his hand that was in your panties out, making you whine in protest at the loss of contact. It wasn't until he held his fingers up for Seonghwa to lick that your mouth hung open. The way Seonghwa's tongue circles around Hongjoong's fingers only drove you to imagine what he can do to your pussy.

You want it.

And you want it now.

You push yourself slightly upwards and joined Seonghwa in licking Hongjoong's fingers clean of your arousal. Both of your tongues occasionally bump into each other and your eyes were locked with one another.

"Fuck, you're turned on by this, aren't you?" Hongjoong growled at the sight. He pulled his fingers away from you both and once the barrier between you two disappeared, Seonghwa reached for your face and began to fully make out with you.

As Seonghwa's mouth kept you busy, Hongjoong made himself useful by moving to the side so you can access Seonghwa better. He slowly moved behind you and let his legs trap you in the middle. His hands slipped into the hoodie you're wearing and trailed up to squeeze at your boobs harshly, making you gasp which gave Seonghwa the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

Hongjoong fondled your boobs for a bit before unlatching your straps off so he can slip your bra off and fling it to Seonghwa's bed, all the while keeping his hoodie on you. He then proceeded to slip your sleeping shorts and panties off in one swift motion.

The cold air hitting your core sent shivers down your spine. When he felt you shiver, Seonghwa unlatched his lips from yours momentarily to look down. The sight of your glistening pussy, illuminated by the warm glow from Hongjoong's study light greeted him.

Seeing his friend eyeing your core, Hongjoong pulls your legs apart widely. He bent his knees to make sure that your legs will stay open before hooking both of your legs around his.

"God, Joong, you must see how fucking pretty her pussy is," Seonghwa said before kneeling by the bed so his face is directly in front of your pussy.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest before trailing his right hand to your pussy and began circling your clit with his fingers.

"I will, all things in due time," he said smugly while pinching your bud, making your hips jolt upwards in surprise.

As Seonghwa began peppering kisses in your inner thighs, Hongjoong nibbled on your earlobe while his fingers never stopped playing with your entrance. "Fun fact for you, little lady," he said as his other hand dropped down to spread your pussy lips, "Seonghwa here is the resident pussy addict, and I'm pretty sure that after tasting yours, he's not gonna want any other pussies,"

That was the last thing you hear before suddenly Seonghwa surges forward and began eating you up like a starved animal. You let out a high pitch moan at the feeling of his tongue probing at your hole, he was tongue fucking you relentlessly all the while his sharp nose was nudging your clit.

Seonghwa's hands were placed on your inner thighs, fingers teasingly pinching at the skin to send jolts of shock. Meanwhile, Hongjoong had returned to rubbing at your clit and pinching them slightly.

True to what Hongjoong said, Seonghwa is a pussy maniac. He was practically making out with your pussy at this point. When you take a peek at him, you see that he has his eyes closed, seemingly enjoying eating you out more than you're enjoying being eaten out.

It didn't take long for you to feel your climax approaching. Your back arches against Hongjoong and your whines turn to pleas. Seonghwa noticed that you're so close so he let his tongue fuck you deeper and even flick at your clit.

"Come on baby, come on, cum for us," Hongjoong growled right next to your ear. One of his hands moves to pinch and roll your nipple while the other rubs at your clit quicker, even delivering a couple slaps at your clit to add to the pleasure.

Seonghwa switched his attention to your clit, he practically pushes Hongjoong's hand away and began sucking on it messily, he even used his teeth to tug at your bud while slipping two fingers inside you to urge your cum.

With a final tug, suck, and stroke, you came hard on Seonghwa's mouth. Squealing his name loudly as your hips lift high and thighs shake at the feeling.

You drop back down, panting slightly with a grin on your face. Seonghwa pushed himself up to your eye level, a smug smirk on his face as he darts his tongue out to clean off the last bit of your slick from the corner of his lips.

"You, my handsome friend," you said, pausing to look at Seonghwa in the eyes and grab at his chin to pull him into you, "deserve the title of resident pussy addict," you finished before crashing your lips together again.

Feeling slightly neglected, Hongjoong rolled his eyes and deliver a harsh smack to your pussy to get your attention. You yelped and detach yourself from Seonghwa at the sudden feeling, "hello? I was the one who initiated things with you?" Hongjoong pouted.

You cooed at Hongjoong's whining, thinking that for someone who has such a big influence, he sure can be a baby. You turn your body around and loop your arms around Hongjoong's neck, "I'm sorry Joongie," you said as you began pressing soft kisses around Hongjoong's face, "but I gotta say, jealousy and possessiveness look really good on you," you muttered against his lips, nibbling on his bottom lip slightly.

Whilst you give Hongjoong's lips the attention they deserve, your hands began tugging his sweatpants and boxers down. You detach yourself from Hongjoong's lips to look at Hongjoong's cock. Feeling your gaze on his exposed dick was arousing enough, so when your finger drag on the underside of his cock to his leaking tip, he couldn't help but shudder.

Seeing Hongjoong smirk really boosted your ego, you feel like you have control over him. Looking back, you see that Seonghwa had rid himself of his shirt and pyjama pants, allowing you to toggle at his sculpted body and hardened cock that stood proud.

"Damn you two really know how to spoil a girl," you said, licking your lips. You turn your head to Hongjoong for a bit and tug on his sweater while batting your eyelashes, "can you please take this off for me?"

The way you asked him so sweetly made his dick twitch. Not wanting to disappoint you, he began ridding himself from his sweater and sweatpants, maintaining eye contact with you as one of your hands began stroking Seonghwa from his abs down to graze lightly at his cock, making the man moan.

Once both of them were completely naked, you ushered them to sit at the edge of the bed while you kneel in front of them after taking Hongjoong's hoodie off of you. You leaned back for a second, relishing the visual in front of you. Hongjoong was raising an eyebrow at you in a challenging manner, whereas Seonghwa had begun to stroke himself slowly.

"You both really do have pretty cocks," you confessed, finally propping yourself properly before reaching for their dicks in each of your hands. You began slowly stroking them all the while watching what kind of reaction you'd get from them.

Seonghwa had his head thrown back, moaning from the pleasure that you're giving them whereas Hongjoong's directly staring at you, a smirk plastered on his lips to show his amusement.

You leaned forward and began taking Seonghwa in your mouth, you let your mouth envelop his tip. "Oh fuck, baby- I-," Seonghwa moaned, breath hitching as you began to suck his tip. You occasionally let your tongue ran along his slit, collecting his leaking precum.

As your mouth gave its attention to Seonghwa, your hand never stopped pleasuring Hongjoong. You felt proud that you're able to multitask on two dicks at the same time, how when your mouth suck and let Seonghwa push himself into your mouth deeper, your hand that's pumping Hongjoong's dick would squeeze him with the perfect amount of pressure that made Hongjoong groan.

When you think that Seonghwa's cock had had enough attention from your mouth, you move to suck on Hongjoong's cock while pumping Seonghwa.

"Shit, (Y/N), you really know your- Ah! way with t-two dicks," Seonghwa sputtered, one of his hands reaching to move your hair away from your face so he could see you sucking on Hongjoong better. Your eyes flit to Seonghwa for a second and you decided you wanna tease him. With eyes locked with each other, you let your tongue out and drag it from Hongjoong's base, dragging on his veins, to his tip. Seonghwa's eyes darken at the sight.

He was about to help you drive him even closer to his climax but you saw his hand reaching to fondle with his balls so you slap his hand away. Detaching your mouth briefly from Hongjoong's cock, you leaned over to Seonghwa and bit his inner thigh and squeeze his dick harder.

"Oh fuck!" Seonghwa exclaimed, almost jolting up at the sudden feeling of pain that turned into pleasure. Your eyebrows shot upwards to warn him to not try you, to which Seonghwa just smirked amusedly.

You went on to switch between sucking Hongjoong and Seonghwa all the while never stopping pumping them. You'd occasionally play with their balls and even let your mouth play around down there.

"(Y/N), f-fuck! I'm close! I'm sooooo fucking close," Seonghwa moaned, hips starting to buck to the rhythm of your hand that's pumping his dick. You licked your lips hearing that, you went over to nibble at Hongjoong's tip, "are you close too, Joongie?" you mumbled against his cock.

The vibration of your voice shot right to his dick and he nodded frantically, hips starting to move against your hand as well.

Seeing them so close, you began pumping them harder, urging them to cum.

"Come on, cum for me, please," you moaned for them, "please give me your cum, I want your cum," you continued, pushing them even further to the edge.

Finally, Hongjoong came first out of the both of them. His hip stuttered before halting to a complete stop as his cock spurt out cum, painting his abs and thighs so beautifully.

Hongjoong drops himself back to lie on his bed, catching his breath after getting his release. Which is perfect since you got the chance to give Seonghwa full attention. You begin sucking him while using one hand to pump him and the other to tease his balls.

After one final squeeze, Seonghwa came in your mouth while letting out a choked moan. You swallowed all and let your tongue out to show Seonghwa that you took all of him in without letting a single drop go to waste.

"That's got to be one of the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life," he said as he watched you with pure amazement and adoration. You giggled at his compliment before going over to Hongjoong and lick his cum clean. As your tongue glided over his skin, Hongjoong moaned and tug on your hair with one hand.

Once you feel like your job is done, you stood up and squeeze yourself in between them. As if on command, they both suddenly reached to each wrap an arm around your waist, making you giggle.

"Usually I'd be pissed at whoever disturbed my sleep," Seonghwa paused to kiss the corner of your lips, "but I honestly didn't mind this at all," he said, lips still pressing against your skin as you can feel him smiling.

Hongjoong sat up slightly to look between you and Seonghwa with a satisfied grin, "well, as much as I'd love to stay here and chat, I think we better go to sleep so some of us wouldn't be late for class tomorrow," he said before sitting up and grabbing his hoodie that you wore previously and tossing it for you to wear.

Seonghwa followed suit, sitting up only to help you put the hoodie back on as if you were a child. When you're covered, he suddenly hoisted you up and carried you over to his bed, dropping you first before jumping to the empty spot next to you.

"Wait, I don't have my panties or bra on," you said when Seonghwa began to cover you with his blanket while simultaneously pulling you closer to him. He only raised an eyebrow at you, "what for? Better without them, if you ask me," he shrugged nonchalantly. He then proceeds to nuzzle his face into your hair to mumble something to your ear, "better access for morning activities,"

Your eyes widened and you can't help but smack the arm that was wrapped around your waist, causing the man to laugh and Hongjoong to mutter something along the lines of 'cheeky, thieving bastard'.

Before Hongjoong could turn the light on his study desk off, you called out to him, "good night, Joongie," you smiled.

He smiled back at you, chuckling at how adorable you looked bundled up even if it's in the arms of his best friend.

"Good night, (Y/N), sleep well,"

Then the lights were off.

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Hi, sorry to bother you but could I request a possessive/jealous kaz x female reader please? If you do it and it's not a bother please tag me in it

Keep You Smiling

Kaz Brekker X Reader

a/n - ooh, bit of angst, bit of fluff! Not sure yet if this will be headcanons or not!

Warnings: jealousy, flirting and generally horrible people I guess.

Tagged: @mrs-brekker15 @melody13522

The Bastard of the Barrel had lost everything he ever owned and built up an empire from the ashes.

The only thing he had was you and the Crows.

He may have acted as though he detested them but he did truly care for them. He just had an extraordinarily disconnected way of showing it and little to no tolerance of Jesper's antics.

So naturally, when you got together, he was especially overprotective and possessive. It was partly to make up for the lack of physical touch in your relationship, to show he did truly care and mainly because he couldn't help it.

Kaz often found himself surprised at the urge to bring you close and wrap an arm around your waist when he was jealous. He wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to gloat that you were his without saying it, if he felt the need to protect you or to just have a reason. A reason to touch.

Because, the truth was, Kaz always had the desire to pull you into his side or reach out to you. However, he would never give in to those thoughts.

Because he couldn't give you false hope.

Hope for a future in which he could be normal. Take your hand without shuddering, care for you with touch naturally and cup your cheek without being repulsed.

He wanted to connect: the only thing was, Kaz was so certain he would flinch and compare you to that of his past.

He was also so stiff - he didn't flirt and if he attempted to it ended quite badly for both parties involved.

Subsequently, when Kaz saw someone else flirt with you and do something he knew he couldn't, he would step in.

Unless it was Jesper. Because the root of his jealousy came from distrust, not of you, but of the person you were having a conversation with.

And he did trust Jesper. Plus the sharpshooter knew he shouldn't mess with you, even if he didn't, he would never. The reason he wouldn't was that you were the one for Kaz and Jesper had the opinion that Kaz deserved you after all he'd been through.

Inej and Nina also shared that very strong opinion and if someone disagreed, they would probably attack them brutally.

And it was a very real possibility they would collectively murder them brutally too.

They saw the way he looked at you, even before you were together and they identified it as the same look Matthias gave Nina or Jesper gave Wylan.

It was love.

Kaz's eyes always held such adoration and wonder when he saw you. The adoration, simply because you put up with his moods or rages, you barely shed a tear when he took his lashed out at you.

In fact, you stood up for yourself. Made him realise he was in the wrong.

The wonder was because you were so innocent, sometimes child-like and it wasn't just a show. He remembered when he had been bewildered and slightly concerned for your mental well-being several times.

His lips lifted just thinking of it.

Kaz came downstairs to see what the cacophony of noise and giggles was about. He stopped his descent on the stairs after he saw you and Nina pulling on wellies at the bottom.

"You know one fantastic thing about fuzzy socks?"

Jesper shook his head and asked you what you meant with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You can slide along floors with them!"

Halfway through your sentence, you had erupted into laughter again and by the end, you were almost rolling around on the floor. It was as though you had told the funniest joke known to man and the others joined in, seeing you with such mirth lifting their spirits further.

You rotated on your heel as you stood to see him standing, seemingly completely unsure of if you were mad. You giggled again.

"Where are you going?"

"Outside, duh."

"It's raining and freezing, don't be so idiotic." He was trying to keep the concern out of his voice and act as though he couldn't care less what you did.

"Uh huh, sure, but I won't be cold if..."

You trailed off as you made grabby hands at his coat and he sighed deeply. He removed it and tossed it your way, making sure to hit you slightly in the arm with it, where he knew it wouldn't really hurt.

The others gaped in confusion but you only skipped through the door, into the rain outside.

Wylan was the first to get over his shock and smiled at Kaz. In return he received a scowl but he knew it was better than an emotionless expression. It meant he was having to repress a grin, or smirk at least.

The Crows followed you out of the door, while Jesper had to be dragged along by his boyfriend, who was mumbling about how overdramatic the sharpshooter could be.

A minute later, he looked outside to see you jumping in puddles and having splash fights, running your fingertips through the water and flicking them towards others.

Kaz opened the door and stuck his head out into the rain.

"(Y/N)," he yelled and carried on when he had your attention, "Pop the coat collar up, would you? If you're going to be stupid, try not to catch a cold!"

You smiled at his concealed concern and saluted, shouting a quick, "Will do! Sir, yes Sir!" just as an army soldier would.

He ducked inside and leant against the wall as he felt his lips quirking upwards. The door blew shut with the wind and he returned to the window to observe the blissful, innocent joy that looked so beautiful painted on your features.

An example of one of the times he would invite himself to the conversation, happened as you chatted away with the bartender of the evening.

She was pretty and multitasking, cleaning glasses as she talked with you, slipping in small compliments here and there.

The thing was, you were completely oblivious to when others would throw a flirtatious remark your way. You never even thought they were doing anything except being friendly.

Kaz had realised this in the past after he had observed you deflect compliments for your eyes, smile and hair, returning the admiration.

You only wanted to make the gloomy citizens of Ketterdam have brighter days by making them feel good about themselves and you weren't trying to flirt back - only be kind.

Kaz noticed the sparkle in the girl's eyes, the slight malicious glint that revealed her intentions. He stood, grunting as he took his first step after sitting for so long and marched over.

He then took things into his own hands. He greeted her in a clearly false tone, one that mirrored how close he was to snapping. The server gulped and he smirked as she looked down.

"Hiya Kaz, we were just having a nice talk. Did you know, she thinks my hair is lovely long?"

Once more, you were not trying to flatter yourself, only telling him of what had been said.

The woman almost lurched over the bar counter to get you to hush but he had heard enough.

"Oh did she now?"

He moved his burning stare to the woman and said tauntingly, "I do agree, that my girlfriend's hair is, in fact, stunning. Now, why don't you go and serve that pigeon that looks so inviting waiting for his drink."

She opened her mouth and his voice didn't even try to cloak his loathing of her as he snarled.

"Go and do what you were paid to do."

She scurried off and your face dropped. He had been trying to be polite, knowing you had no clue of her pursuance of you. Now you had recognised the poisonous animosity in his speech, you realised she had only wanted to have a quick fling.

Kaz noticed how your shoulders slumped and the prickling of guilt started to poke at his heart. He nudged your foot with his cane and you looked up to him, your eyes swimming with unshed tears.

He walked up the stairs to his office and once you had entered behind him, he closed the door gently.

"I thought she just wanted to be friends."

You were so upset because you yearned to have someone other than the Crows, who wasn't just trying to get in your pants, to strike up a conversation with.

"I know love. One day you'll find someone who will adore you as a friend."

Your gaze was still cast downward and it was obvious you did not believe him.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Jesper loves being your friend, so do Inej and Nina. If they exist, others like them must too."

He was making sure to lock eyes with you, letting you know he was absolutely sincere and you nodded, wiped your tears and squared your shoulders.

"There she is." he said gently.

Then suddenly, you remembered how he had shifted a little before you downstairs. Maybe it was to protect you or maybe, just maybe, he had been jealous. You laughed at the thought.

"What?"

"Were you... Jealous?"

He stuttered through his next unintelligible phrase then said in return, "Who wouldn't want to keep you to themselves?"

You flushed and he smiled.

"I'm glad you're giggling again."

He was teasing you, however there was an underlying note of sincerity lining his words.

He would keep protecting you and he would keep you smiling.

[tojiaesth]

boyfriend

gojo satoru x f!reader

summary: you and gojo had some sort of unspoken agreement in which you refused to adhere to labels and instead chose to have fun. except neither of you would ever admit the hold you had on each other.

warning: heavy smut, 18 +, minors dni, fingering, oral (fem receiving), rough handling of reader, marking, dom!gojo, sub!reader, choking/breath play, overstim, raw sex, tummy bulge, ?slight breeding kink, jealousy and possessiveness, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

tags: college au, fratboy!gojo, friends with benefits, unlabelled relationships, bisexual!gojo, bisexual!reader, fluff at the end <3

A/N: inspired by ariana herself <3 so i recommend at least listening to the song before you read, if you’re like me and can’t read and listen :p

It was loud. That was the first thing you picked up on before you even entered the sweaty house. Your friends begged you to come, as if there weren’t parties every week and missing one would change the world. You struggled to find a parking space, choosing to walk the rest of the way. The deafening thump of bass could be heard a few blocks down and you wondered how there was never any noise complaints.

Satoru probably threw money at them.

You smiled, it was such a him thing to do. The cold air nipped at your dress, having left your coat in your car. You had chosen to wear an emerald green satin body con dress that stopped mid thigh. It accompanied a criss cross pattern that exposed your back. You first saw it online and had fallen in love, it partly being the reason why you had said yes. You wanted him to see you in the dress, already craving the dark look in his eyes when he was turned on.

Gojo Satoru, college senior, with his charismatic personality had a very big presence at the college. Almost never alone and surrounded by a group of admirers, both men and women fell at his feet. If someone had told you back in your first year that you’d be sleeping with this man on the regular you’d think they were crazy. He honestly, despite being very handsome, was not your kind of man. Too pretty, very cocky and had serious commitment issues, bedding half the campus. But it had started at the beginning of the year, your friendship groups overlapping as you had grown close with Suguru Getou and Shoko Ieiri having been studying the same subject. You found yourself around him a lot, eventually going out with just each other and things quickly progressed.

Soon enough he was between your thighs, lapping at your cunt with fervour and sucking gently on your clit, two slender fingers hitting that spot. He did that a lot, seeming to relish in the way you fell apart on his tongue, your slippery walls pulsating as you softly said his name like a prayer. He’d nonchalantly get up, sometimes not even asking for anything in return and it surprised you. You pegged him as more of a receiver than a giver but it suited you fine.

You became pretty popular on campus as you hung out with them, attending parties and making life long friendships. You usually weren’t someone who slept around, but that quickly changed. So did your care for a steady relationship. You were 21, life was short, you had a great body and a pretty face, opting to have fun.

You found yourself caught in Gojo’s trap, legs wound around his waist on a weekly basis, his hard cock driving into you with such force you thought you’d break. Your legs clenched just thinking about it, a thin layer of slickness coating your panties.

Your thoughts were brought back to reality when you entered the frat house, NalinA by Block B was being blasted at full volume through the house and you already felt a course of excitement run through your veins. You couldn’t wait to let loose and find your friends. The house, just short of a mansion, had been decorated with l.e.d lights, a soft red and blue glow painting your skin. There was alcohol everywhere, sweaty bodies and the strong smell of weed.

“Y/N! Over here.” You looked over to see the majority of your friends on a sofa, catching sight of Satoru with a girl on his lap. His hand was caressing her ass, as she pouted saying something to him. She was pretty, and you tried your best not to care. Their faces were sweaty, with cups in their hands, indicating they had stopped dancing. You walked in their direction, plopping yourself next to the person behind the voice.

“Hey Mei-Mei. You look hot.” You said casually and she automatically pulled you to sit on her knee. You smiled and took her cup, whatever bitter liquid sliding down your throat. You and Mei were another short lived fling, sleeping together a handful of times and besides Satoru, no one else could compare to that sinful mouth of hers. A queen at teasing, she brought her hand to your waist and lightly began tracing shapes with her fingers.

“You look hot, that dress is making me want to do things to you.”

You chuckled as you stared at each other, tensions running high as the song changed to one you were familiar with. You wanted to dance.

“God, please make out.”

You ignored the annoying comment from Sukuna who was sat diagonally from you, blatantly checking you out. You told him to shut up, your mouth twitching as he looked completely unfazed. Looking away, you ran your fingers through Mei’s soft hair,

“Come, let’s dance.” You whispered, breath hot on her ear as she shivered. You loved how easily you could fluster Mei, knowing the more you worked her up the more she’d punish you for it later.

You both got up and your arms were grabbed by Shoko,

“We’re coming, we’d rather not watch Sukuna hunt for a girl like an animal or Gojo practically fuck in front of us.” She said, shuddering and dragging a very amused Getou. Your eyes flickered to Satoru, finding that he was already watching you. The girl was now straddling him and the buttons on his shirt looked undone, his hands rubbing circles on her thighs. He refused to break eye contact with you, kissing her neck as she moaned, smirking as you looked away, grasping Mei’s hand.

You don’t know what he was trying to do, but it pissed you off. It annoyed you more that he’d groan in your ear some nights, grabbing your neck and claiming you were his and his only. Not wanting you to touch or look at anyone else. The next morning? Business as usual as he was all over some girl. You deducted that him saying those things to you were just in the heat of the moment, recalling how your clit would throb as he would rub slow circles, staking his claim. You liked how possessive he could get, the rough sex, and how occasionally he’d surprise you with a gift. All without having to actually be in a relationship.

You didn’t care about labels and neither did he. So why? Why did his eyes say, he wanted you to get jealous? You sighed, these mind games and mixed signals were your least favourite part of Satoru.

The beginning of an all too familiar riff began to thump through the walls and you all squealed in delight. As ‘Do I Wanna Know’ began you swayed your hips and lip synced, literally letting your hair down as Mei came up behind you. Shoko began recording you without your knowledge, watching as your head fell onto Mei’s shoulder, her hands ghosting around the space between your breasts, purposefully ignoring how your nipples hardened as she whispered something lewd into your ear.

“She’s gonna kill you if you post that.” Suguru watched as Shoko posted the video to her story, her eyes shining with amusement as almost instantly people replied asking who you were.

Satoru on the other hand could not take his eyes off of you. He studied you as you wrapped your arms around Mei and he was exasperated. She was addictive, he thought, those pouty and full lips had a hold on him, his dick twitched thinking about them wrapped around him. Her body was something else, those breasts of hers heaving against her dress. Shit. He almost got hard. The girl currently giving him a hickey was just not doing it for him. In fact no girl or guy was, he had tried countless times only his encounters with Y/N fulfilling his desires. In spite of that, he would not tell her this, not wanting to ruin the game of cat and mouse they had going.

“Satoru, let’s go somewhere.” The girl whined, hips grinding against his crotch. He suddenly got up and pushed her off of him,

“Nah, not in the mood. I’m sure Sukuna would be interested. He has a habit of going after my sloppy seconds.” Gojo snapped, sick of the way he was gazing at you, eyes darkened with lust.

He ignored the girls cuss words directed at him as she stormed off and Sukuna snickered, looking up from his phone.

“She’s fuckable but I have my eye on something else tonight.” He thrust his phone in Satoru’s face, only to be met with Shoko’s story, full of Y/N dancing suggestively.

He willed himself not to show anger and hummed,

“Like you could pull her.” His voice dripping with fake amusement as Sukuna tensed in irritation.

Satoru walked in the direction of his friends, still dancing crazily and singing very out of tune to ‘Kiss me more’, you were now dancing with Suguru and laughing loudly as he tried to attempt some sort of dance move so terribly, Satoru could not decipher what it was supposed to be. Your lips were glossy, eyes twinkling as he picked you up and twirled you around, ribs hurting from laughing so much. You never laughed that much with him.

Satoru pursed his lips, he was just so irritated. Suguru put you down when the song finished and you fixed his hair that your arm had messed up,

“Your hairs gone so long now, I love it.” You said cheerily, fingers twirling on a stray strand as Suguru bent down slightly so he could hear you over the music.

“It suits you.” You stated softly, unable to look away from his intuitive eyes. The lights were casting a glow across his face, bringing his jaw to attention as you traced it slowly. He was a different kind of handsome you thought, more your type than Satoru was and you thought about how his eyes were a warm brown, compared to Satoru’s cerulean ones. You scolded yourself internally for still finding ways to think about Satoru, you just couldn’t shake him.

Suguru smirked and focused on the feeling of your hands, now running through his hair and eventually resting on the back of his neck. You smelt so good, he thought, he wanted to kiss you. He leaned down and you realised his intentions, your hands paused on his biceps that were coated in tattoos. As you closed your eyes, thoughts wild and slightly clouded by the shots you did with Shoko, you braced yourself to kiss the god-like man that was Getou Suguru, pulse racing.

“Y/N!” Your head automatically snapped at your name being called, sheepishly looking at Suguru whose eyes were now filled with something you couldn’t quite figure out. Satoru was in front of you both, promptly grabbing your hand and dragging you away. Eyes bewildered you looked back at Suguru who looked entertained at the whole situation. You found yourself at the focus of everyone’s stares, all curious as to why Gojo had a dark look in his eyes.

“Satoru, what the fuck? Let go-“ His large hands were gripping your smaller ones hard, uncomfortably squishing your fingers together. He said nothing, back to you as he hauled you up the stairs and into his room. His door slammed as you stumbled into the dimly lit room, turning around in utter confusion at Gojo’s behaviour.

“Fuck, what is your problem?” You were enraged at how he just did what he pleased with you and how you just let him. You massaged your wrist, now slightly red at Satoru’s force.

“Why the fuck would you try and kiss him? Seriously, Suguru? You’re such a fucking whore.” Gojo clenched his jaw, finding himself even angrier at the thought of you underneath Suguru, moaning, sweat dripping off your backs.

You were baffled. A whore?

“Firstly, you’re literally the definition of a whore and secondly, why the fuck do you care?!” You stepped closer to him, cheeks flushed in anger at Satoru’s audacity,

“You have no fucking right to care about who I fuck. Got it? You’re not my boyfriend.”

Satoru moved closer to you, your nose in line with his chest as the man’s eyes changed suddenly. For once, he had no comeback or witty remark, you were right but he’d had enough. Just the thought of his best friend between your legs snapped him into action and he had to come to terms with his feelings. His fingers lifted your chin, your eyes willing itself not to melt at his touch, goosebumps already littering your arm. He silently moved to your lips, thumb pressing against your mouth, encouraging you to open.

You were so unbelievably confused, this man blew hot and cold. One minute so angry he couldn’t speak and then next initiating a kiss.

“Satoru-“

His lips were against yours before you had time to think, furiously pressing against them and swiping his tongue across. You relaxed into his touch and opened your mouth. His tongue found yours in an instant and lightly sucked it, your breathless moans pleasuring his senses as his hands pulled your body closer to him. He explored your body, cupping your ass while you simultaneously wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers drowning in his soft white locks. Eventually he pulled away, cupping your face gently like you were a porcelain doll,

“I don’t want you to see anyone else or kiss them like that. I’m not playing any more games. You’re mine.” He stated firmly, blue eyes framed by his ash coloured lashes, gazing into your soul.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tease him. Gojo...was serious. All those extra knowing glances you’d give each other, the fiery arguments, the passionate sex, the pang of jealousy at his lips on another girls neck and the way his eyes would linger a little too long when you spoke to a guy, you realised the both of you were stupid. Too busy trying to convince yourselves you didn’t care you both buried your thoughts away, afraid to articulate them in case you were rejected.

You found yourself repeating after him, his eyes almost hypnotising you as you stuttered,

“I-i’m yours.”

Satoru lightly kissed you on the lips and motioned you to jump up, supporting your legs as you wrapped them securely around his waist. He gingerly placed you on his bed, hovering over you as his hands slowly rid up your leg, ghosting around your inner thigh and you suppressed a moan. His touch was magnetic, something as simple as stroking your thigh with Satoru becomes so much more, a tingly sensation jolting through you when his hands brushed between your clothed folds. Meanwhile he began kissing his way down, starting with your neck and sucking furiously at the spot above your collarbone. You mewled against him as he licked the now marked spot, your hips desperately finding his to grind against.

“Patience, baby. I’m taking my time with you.”

You whined at his remark, you just needed him inside you, now.

“Such a whiny brat.” His voice slipped through your ears like silk as he slowly slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders, the new stimuli adding to the experience. You were never more glad to have not worn a bra. He focused on your exposed breasts, nipples hard and swollen and he groaned at the sight.

A warm sensation reached your nipples and you cried out in pleasure, looking down at Satoru lapping up your soft mounds. His seductive gaze ripped through you as he began to trace slow circles with his tongue. His fingers kept your other breast occupied, rolling around your left nipple with his fingers, constantly switching sides and worshipping them.

His attention switched to your lower stomach, kissing your skin with affection as you anticipated his lips between your thighs. You could feel the damp spot slowly spreading on your panties and the swell of your clit, begging to be touched.

“Fuck, Satoru you tease.” You breathed out in gaspy moans, he had completely removed your dress by now and was blowing warm breaths against your knickers. Satoru brought a single digit to rub against the wet spot, moaning as he felt the tent in his pants. He loved teasing you but it required self control, wanting nothing more than to release his large cock from its restraints and into your warm hole, throbbing at the thought.

He finally pulled your panties to the side at your delight and your whimpers filled the room as his fingers brushed against your soaked clit. He played around with your pussy, stroking up and down and noting the creamy juices that were flowing out your hole. The sight of his fingers coated in your juices and he almost came right there. The lewd squelching of your cunt was slightly covered up by your cries of pleasure as he entered two slender fingers inside you, stimulating your sensitive walls. He reached down and took your clit into his mouth, humming at the taste.

“F-fuck, right there Toru” You moaned, attempting to wriggle but Satoru quickly used his arms to clamp your thighs into place, his sensual mouth causing white dots to appear in your vision. Your stomach fluttered at the slow, familiar build up of your climax, not even embarrassed that he had only been eating you out for five minutes. You were just so sensitive today and paired with Satoru laying claim to you, your body was responding to each and every one of his touches.

“Ah, k-keep going baby, fuck. You’re so good at it.” The praises fell from your lips as the deep pleasure in your stomach changed, indicating you were near.

Satoru was persistent, his insatiable need to feel your cunt quiver against his tongue caused him to add one more digit, scissoring his fingers against your gummy walls. He could feel you frantically clenching, chuckling at his inability to move as fast as his fingers were in a death trap. He kept his eyes on you, watching as your hand came up to your mouth to stifle your sobs, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I’m close.” You whispered and you made a mistake of looking down at Satoru, his tongue was pressing down against your sensitive nub, saliva dripping onto his bed. His fingers went even faster, determined to make you cum.

“Shit, shit, shit. I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me princess.”

That was all you needed. You legs squeezed frantically against his head, the euphoric sensations causing your back to refuse to rest against the bed. Satoru paid no mind to your repetitive whimpers as you began to come down from your high, his lips still stubbornly attached to your clit. It was too much, the previously pleasurable feel was now borderline painful, his sticky fingers removing themselves from your cunt.

You legs jolted occasionally each time he purposely grazed the bundle of nerves, continuing his efforts by using his tongue to tease around the now sensitive area, chuckling when your hips wriggled.

“Delicious.” His velvety tongue swiped his lips and he brought his fingers into your mouth. The tangy but familiar taste of your undoings were accompanied by his soft fingers, swirling around your tongue until your saliva created a mess.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” He groaned, the twitching of his cock was unrelenting. You pressed your legs together, the achy feeling of need returning. Reaching to kiss him, your hands started to undo his belt buckle,

“I want you.” You whispered, unable to look away from his eyes.

His lecherous eyes stared back at you, his fingers curling around your back as he brought you closer, now hovering above you.

“I want you too.”

In one swift movement, his cock was freed and he entered you, the new feeling causing you to cry out as he slowly bottomed out.

“Shit, you’re clenching like crazy baby.”

You couldn’t even reply, his thick shaft splitting you open, Satoru stared down at how you sucked him in, a creamy ring of your juices at the base of his cock. You felt him harden even more, he hadn’t wasted any time by helping you adjust. He started a rough pace, watching your perky tits bounce as he reached down and placed a nipple into his mouth. You were truly addicting, he thought, your whimpers becoming louder with the sticky sound of your cunt. Your pussy seemed to fit him like a glove, Satoru’s eyes wandered towards your soft tummy, at the faint bulge of his devouring and his eyes widened, using a hand to press against it and his ears welcomed your high pitched gasps.

“What’s the matter baby girl?” He cooed, chuckling at your stifled sobs and flushed cheeks.

“‘is too much...” You managed, barely able to communicate as he fucked you dumb.

You were so sexy, he thought.

You scooted away, his rough movements almost resulting in your head banging against the headboard but without missing a beat Satoru pulled you back, cock sinking into you with a new sensation.

“That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You’re gonna lie there and take it.”

His hands ghosted at your waist, using the soft tissue as a grip as he forcefully used your body, eyes unable to look away at how you took his thick, veiny member. Your pussy twitched as he licked a stripe at the side of your neck,

“Oh...you like that?” He muttered, sucking on your weak spot, he groaned when you tightened against him, knowing the tip of his cock was red and angry, your walls were too much.

You blink, eyes glossy and lips swollen from his kisses, Satoru’s marks were littered across your body, evidence of his ravishing as he continued his strong pace, cock driving into you with hunger. Your moans changed pitch,

“t’s...too much...can’t...too big.” You babbled, a new, insurmountable pleasure was ripping into your stomach.

“It’s too big?,”

Satoru wrapped his slender fingers around your neck, pressing down lightly as he smirked,

“I know.”

Your breath was slowly snatched from you as he gripped your neck harder, it somehow heightening the feeling of him around your cunt. His groans were turning you on, you always loved how vocal Satoru was.

Satoru paid attention to you, removing his hands and watching as you gasped for breaths. He grinned at how crazy your pussy went whenever he did that, he had really met his match. His cock twitched, indicating his nearing climax and you creamed shamelessly around him when his thumb lightly brushed your rosy clit. Your legs had gone to jelly at this point, but you securely clamped them around Satoru’s waist, bringing him even closer as your eyes closed in pleasurable agony.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?” The way you cried and babbled nonsense, mouth messy with saliva as you drooled around his fingers, Satoru pressed at the pad of your tongue, cerulean eyes gleaming at where you connected. As he sinked into you again and again, the intemperate need to feel you squirt around him, he took your soft mounds into his mouth once more and before he knew it, you let out a long, drawn out moan as you found your release.

The white hot pleasure against your stomach snapped and as you orgasmed for the second time, a new warm sensation splashed against Satoru’s cock. Your juices dripped onto the bed, your pussy quivering and legs shaking as you rode it out.

“Fuck.” His azure eyes twinkled with amazement and you didn’t think he could possibly get any harder, as his member remained snug against your cunt.

Satisfied at your mess and how your slimy walls squeezed so torturously against him, Satoru’s own release was not far behind. With one last sound of pleasure, another warm feeling filled your pussy, spurts of the familiar white liquid spilling out of you as he slowed down his thrusts, emptying his balls into you with his repeated moans.

He pulled out, watching the results of his orgasm dribble onto his sheets. Using his fingers, he pushed the remaining liquid deep into you as a low moan escaped your lips. He brought his coated fingers to your mouth, and you licked them clean, humming against him.

As he hovered over you, his captivating eyes caught in the moonlight peaking through the curtains, illuminating his spacious room. He was so beautiful, you thought, mind now unclouded as your high disappeared. Instead, a lighter but warm feeling fluttered through you as Satoru bent down to give you butterfly kisses across your stomach.

“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered and he felt you smile against the top of his head, white tendrils tickling your nose as he placed himself on your tummy, careful not to crush you.

A comfortable silence lingered in the air, for the first time neither of you needed to fill it in with pointless words. You stroked his hair, content that he was still here and showing you affection even after sex, a concept new to the both of you.

After some time, with the both of you deep in thought about each other, Satoru’s head lifted and he made eye contact with you.

“I meant what I said earlier. I know this is new to the both of us so we can take it slow and I’ll probably fuck things up a few times but...I really do care about you, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened, as he glanced nervously at you. You had never seen him so vulnerable before and somehow it made you like him even more.

You extended your arm, your fingers tapping against his cheek,

“I care about you a lot too, Satoru. More than I’d like to admit.” You looked away, confused at how quickly the atmosphere changed from the desperate grappling of hands against skin to soft eyes and shy kisses. You were shy around him. You really did care about him but you also weren’t the best at articulating your thoughts, Satoru was always one upping you with his smooth talking.

His smile softened before his eyes changed, amusement dancing across his face.

“Well why wouldn’t you like me? I’m amazing.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away, his hands grabbing you and placing warm kisses around your neck. You melted into his touch, only now realising he hadn’t even properly undressed, unlike you who was completely bare.

He paused as you wriggled uncomfortably in the messy and slightly damp sheets, the both of you a tangle of limbs.

“Is this a bad time to ask if you’re on the pill?”

You stared at him.

“You are such an idiot.”

[kazuwhora]

hello hello, i see your requests are open now and can i request izana, wakasa, chifuyu and kazutora with an akutagawa!s/o? hope you have a great day/noon/night! ✨🤗

hi anon! sure! I will try my best with izana and wakasa since there's not tons to work with personality wise so forgive me if theirs are a little shorter heh. im gonna include a little blurb from the bsd fandom wiki for anyone not familiar with his character! I like these kinds of headcanon requests so if anyone wants to see more please feel free to request!

"Akutagawa has a black and white "survival of the fittest" view of the world, claiming that weak people should die and give way to the stronger ones. He is not afraid of pain and defeat His ruthless, vicious nature makes him one of the Port Mafia's most dangerous members, feared by both ally and foe. As violent as he is, Akutagawa maintains a generally composed and detached approach. Towards subordinates and superiors alike, he acts aloof, distancing himself from social interactions however possible. Nonetheless, his composure is fragile. Akutagawa is quick to lash out, ridiculing him for risking the bounty by acting recklessly. This quick temper often gets in his way, fuelling his actions to the core of his very being."

SUMMARY: izana, wakasa, chifuyu, && kazutora with an akutagawa!so

CW: hints of toxicity and violence, mentions of sex but not really all that nsfw-ish so otherwise not much else!

IZANA

- this is an interesting one because from what we know about izana, he is very similar in personality to akutagawa in terms of ruthlessness that stems from childhood trauma and isolation.

- in the case of a s/o with this personality, I think it would be a troubling relationship. lots of bitter fights fuelled by nothing but an inability to express vulnerability, while leaving both of you torn up inside and begging for someone to nurture the trauma and allow space for emotions.

- that being said, with toxicity and trauma also comes intense passion and desire. this relationship brings a lot of fire both in the bedroom and outside of the bedroom, with simple arguments often spawning into intense desperate (and lengthy might I add) sex. like, intense. it's almost like sex is the only safe outlet of these pent up emotions, providing a sort of comfort and also distraction for both parties.

- however as I said in general, this is definitely a toxic relationship. one where neither can help the other when it comes to growth and improvement on a personal level. it's unhealthy and enabling, but for a short lived fling it is hot as fuck im not even gonna lie. lots of hate sex too.

WAKASA

- so wakasa is another interesting one alongside izana given the lack of information and content we have about his character so please excuse the slight kc fanon version I have in my head of wakasa lol

- wakasa has a "don't fuck with me because I do not fucking care" type of vibe to him. I definitely think he's the type to completely disengage from the type of behaviours an akutagawa-type s/o might display. this leads to sort of a sense of competitiveness in trying to get some kind of reaction from him, and it has the potential (much like izana) to become toxic in nature

- any attempts to get under his skin are failed attempts, and the way he looks at you with that half bored expression is something that only triggers more of a somewhat emotional response from you.

- with that being said, my fanon version of wakasa is someone who while cold and aloof, is also quite a rational person. he's been typed by the fandom as INTJ which is quite a quick thinker, and I think he probably (despite not showing it very well) has a soft spot for you. but your passion and intensity (as well as your easily triggered dynamic) keeps him from completely being able to express this care in any way other than not engaging with your antics

- as much as there are some similarities with the type of toxicity in this relationship with both wakasa and izana, the intense passion isn't quite the same as it is with izana. instead, feelings of passion are more to the point and driven by pure instinct and desire rather than toxic passion. wakasa seeming like a very literal person, is actually quite mysterious deep down and has a lot (I mean a lot) of hidden desires and kinks that begin to emerge with time. it's rarely a conversation, and more often just something that happens that surprises you. you just have to go with the flow here, and let him take the reigns for once. it might actually be a good opportunity to allow for vulnerability to take the spotlight for once, which is something wakasa is surprisingly in tune with and quite to the point about.

CHIFUYU

- this is something much healthier than the last two. chifuyu, being an enfp is someone that's able to handle this level of intensity in a person while still being able to understand what's really going on.

- call him the trauma counsellor king. he values each and every response to a trigger that you might have. he notices patterns, he makes mental notes of things, and he does this all without making it seem like he's analyzing.

- to be honest he actually loves the spunk you bring on a day to day level. even though most of the time it's driven by bitterness or hate (not always towards him just in general) he is still able to see beyond that and appreciate you for what you are.

- with that being said, chifuyu will not stand for any toxic behaviour towards him. no sir he will not. threats and pushes for fights wont be tolerated, and he will either disengage or try to expose your vulnerabilities in an attempt at forced submission. this can be hard to get used to, especially with having a personality characterized by the inability to accept being vulnerable. but with time chifuyu is one to create a safe space for you to allow yourself to feel emotions beyond anger and resentment, and he encourages this.

- because of this very feelings based approach, intimacy with chifuyu is just that: intimate. he's extremely loving and doting, hoping that his sweetness can rub off on you a little bit. however he's also very accepting of your need for power over him (especially during sex) and will absolutely submit to your needs in order to please you.

- he really likes to put you in a place of pleasure though, so however that may come to you chifuyu is the one to deliver it.

KAZUTORA

- oh boy. this one is a doozy. listen. if we're talking about timeskip kazutora (as is the case with all characters i write about but I feel it especially important to remind ppl of here given his history), we're talking about someone who is quite literally walking on eggshells in terms of his trauma and emotional vulnerability.

- he's pretty good at being emotionally aware of his needs and struggles as well as the needs and struggles of those around him, but that doesn't mean that he's entirely healed or capable of managing toxicity or his triggers. he still slips up from time to time especially when things get hard, and sometimes finds himself falling into his old patterns. after all, he's only human. but this is where things could get messy in a relationship.

- for the most part, like I said, he's pretty good. so let's focus on that part first since I want to give him credit where it's due. he is very desperate for love and dedicated to providing something to his partner. in this case, he will seek to tap into his emotional vulnerability to provide some sort of comfort for you. he wants to see you happy, and calm, because he sees so much of his old self in you that it gets to him sometimes. but at the same time, he struggles with your relentlessness and can become emotionally drained when things get tough. he'll beat himself up for not being good enough to help you, and this is when he'll isolate and fall into old patterns.

- however, akutagawa's personality type isn't all bad. with a s/o like akutagawa, comes an immense amount of protection and loyalty for their loved ones no matter how tough things might be. in this case it might be hard to communicate this, but there will be times when it's needed in order for kazutora to restrain from old habits and ways of dealing with hardships. but he wants to share his healing with you, he wants you to be happy, and more than anything he understands the struggle of wanting to be happy and healthy but being afraid of losing the one thing that makes you you: your attitude and relentlessness. nobody understands this better than kazutora, which is why things between you can get frustrating and very personal for him.

- much like chifuyu, sex is driven towards pleasing you and only you. chifuyu leans more into switch territory however, while kazutora is 100% submissive. in this case it works out well, however he has a lot of boundaries and limitations when it comes to the way in which you function. he doesn't like degradation. instead, he thrives from praise and any sign of love and care. this might be tough for you to execute 100% of the time, but when it comes down to it the way his eyes twinkle for you is enough to make the ice around your heart melt just a little more each time.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Kiss Me Again: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: a summer fling is just that - a fling. Until it isn't.

wc: 1.1k

tw: none

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“You’ll get over him.”

Those four words ring in your head as you walk down the hallway to your first class of senior year.

“You’ll get over him.”

You’d hoped your summer fling would turn into something more, but… since you lived on opposite sides of the earth, it seemed like there would be no compromise. Not from Geto, not from you. Long distance didn’t work for either of you, but you hoped that the three months spent vacationing in London would be enough to satisfy your heart’s desires. But you ended up leaving the city with a broken heart and nothing to show for the summer nights spent pinned under Suguru’s spell.

“Hey,” your friend, Gojo Satoru, pokes you with his pen as you sit in front of him. “Why the long face?”

“No reason,” you mutter, and turn back to grab your summer reading project to place on your desk. “Just not feeling great today.”

The bell rings, and your teacher walks in, introducing himself a Mr. Yaga. He collects your reading assignments and asks each of you your names, pausing only when Gojo replies,

“Ima.”

“Ima what?”

“Numbskull.”

“Ima Numbskull?” The shit-eating grin Satoru gives you and the other classmates is enough to make them burst into laughter, and Yaga looks around, nostrils flaring. “For a bunch of seniors, you act like you have no home training!” The class is still roaring with laughter when the door opens and the Principal walks in, holding a clipboard to her chest.

You all sober up quickly, and face Principal Mei Mei, who clears her throat.

“We have a new transfer student, Mr. Yaga.” Gojo groans, rolling his ice blue eyes, but the Principal continues. “Mr. Geto, you can come on in.” You stiffen considerably when you see the tall, dark-haired boy walk through the door, holding the strap of his backpack with uncertainty. “I trust that you will all make him feel welcome in his last year of high school with us. Go ahead and take a seat, Mr. Geto.” You turn your head away from Suguru, hoping he wouldn’t notice you, and press your lips together.

Please don’t let him sit near me, please don’t let him sit near me, please

“Hey, transfer, you can sit next to me,” Gojo points at the empty desk beside him on your right, and Suguru takes it, sliding his backpack off his shoulder and settling into his seat. “Us tall guys have to stick together.”

“Right, so. Let’s begin with introductions. I’ll start with the first row. Stand up, say your name, your favorite color, and what you did this summer.” You’re on the third row, but it seems everyone in the class blows through their introductions, because before long, you’re up next.

You stand shakily, knees about to give out when you mumble:

“My name is y/n. My favorite color is seafoam green, and I…” You hesitate, wondering if you should tell the truth or just say you did nothing this summer. “I traveled this summer.”

You quickly take your seat and Gojo stands behind you, making his grand introduction to the class.

“My name is Satoru Gojo, my favorite color is sapphire blue - like my eyes - and I mastered ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ on the violin this summer.” You hear someone stifle a laugh, and Gojo turns towards the noisemaker, pointing a finger. “I’d like to see you play the violin with your sausage fingers, Nanami!”

Yaga sighs, shaking his head, then moves over to the next row. The only person on that row is Suguru, and he stands, adjusting his school uniform before saying,

“I’m Suguru Geto. My favorite color is dark red, and I actually spent the summer in London, where I met y/n.” Eyes turn towards you, and you feel Satoru’s hand creep up your shoulder, then grip it roughly.

“You didn’t tell me you knew Transfer Student,” he whispers, and you know you have a lot of explaining to do. Yaga moves on, but you’re left with a sinking feeling, praying that whatever god that’s in charge of death would snatch your soul before the end of class.

But they don’t and you’re left gathering your things, trying to leave class as quickly as possible. Gojo blocks your swift escape, sandwiching you between him and Suguru.

“Hey, transfer, we should have lunch together in the quad. Maybe I can show you a thing or two about our school, yeah?”

“My name is Suguru, and while that’s a kind offer, I’d prefer to have y/n show me around.”

“Uh--” you start, feeling heat creep up your neck, but Gojo cuts you off.

“Even better!” he exclaims, then looks at his schedule. “Well, I have to go, but I’ll see you at lunch!” You’re left walking with Suguru in silence, praying that he wouldn’t say anything about your summer or the way you both parted. He pulls out his schedule and looks it over, then announces,

“I have an off-period this hour. You?” You look at your own, and upon seeing the blank space, you panic.

“I… um… well…” Suguru looks over at your sheet of paper and notices the blank space as well.

“We should go to the library. I need to talk to you.”

_____________________________________________________________

You’re both standing in the reference section, which is blocked off by tall book shelves and rarely ventured into. It’s the perfect hiding spot.

“About this summer…” Suguru begins, rubbing his neck and looking away.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” you breathe, shaking your head. “It was just a fling.” His black eyes cut to you and he frowns, opening his mouth to say something. “It’s fine. That’s what summers are for.”

“But I haven’t stopped thinking about you since then.” You swallow hard, and he places a hand on the bookshelf beside you, leaning in a little. “And of all the places to send me, I’m here. With you.”

“Well, the Nakamura school is one of the m-most prestigious in the country…” you whisper nervously as Suguru’s eyes rake over your body.

“You said you don’t do long distance.”

“I don’t.”

“And I’m right here in front of you. You don’t want me anymore?”

“I do…” you reply softly, hands running up his chest. “You still want me?”

“Of course,” Suguru exhales, his head dipping low. “Can’t get your pretty little face out of my head even if I try.” He kisses you, right there in the reference section of the library, holding you close against him as all of the memories from summer come flooding back.

When your mouths part, Suguru nips at your bottom lip, then pulls away. “That friend of yours is a real piece of work,” he chuckles, and you groan.

“He’s interesting; takes some time to get used to his antics, but he’s not a bad guy,” you reply, and Suguru leans down again, hiking your leg up around his waist.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Now kiss me again. I forgot what you taste like.”

[marvelatthetwilight]

Love from afar

Requested

Anonymous said:

Could you do an Embry Call imagine where he imprints but the person is already in a relationship so he just has to love from afar? Lots of angst!

“Hurry up Paul! I don’t want to be late! I’m already feeling nervy about going back to school and you are making this SO much worse!” Embry shouts up the stairs to his friend, tapping his foot and checking his watch.

“Oh calm down, stop being so dramatic!” Paul laughs as he walks down the stairs, flicking the side of his friend’s head as he walks past.

“Shit, forgot my pen, be right back!” He announces as he runs back up the stairs.

“Paul, we’re going to be late!” 

Embry’s truck comes to a sudden stop at the edge of the parking lot and Paul’s head hits the dashboard with a thud. “What the hell!?” He shouts, rubbing his forehead.

“Y/N” Embry whispers, looking dreamily across the lot.

“Y/N? As in Y/N Y/LN?” Paul asks, glancing between Embry and Y/N in the distance.

“You’ve imprinted all the way from over here?” He laughs incredulously. “Wow”

“How is that even possible? I can’t even see her properly!” Embry asks, unable to take his eyes off Y/N, chatting to her friends.

“Must be a strong one. I mean...we only have Sam to base this on but I’m pretty sure he looked into Emily’s eyes to imprint.”

“I have to talk to her” Embry starts his truck again and moves quickly to find a space, quickly getting out and grabbing his bag.

“You know she has a boyfriend though?” Paul states as he closes the passenger door, Embry stopping in his tracks.

“What?” He turns around to Paul, his brow furrowed with worry. “Since when?”

“Erm...not long but she seems pretty loved up...” Paul gestures back to where Y/N is standing, when a tall guy with long, dark hair and a large backpack walks towards her wraps her in a hug and kisses the top of her hair gently.

A small whine escapes Embry’s mouth. “Oh...” He whispers.

3 weeks later

“So have you spoken to her yet?” Quil asks impatiently before taking a large bite of his sandwich.

Paul and Jared are sat at the other side of the table, engrossed in their own conversation, whilst Embry looks wistfully at Y/N who is sat two tables over. He sighs, resting his chin on his hands.

“I lent her a pen in geography. She said thank you and smiled at me. It was amazing.” Embry replies, not breaking contact with the other table.

“Yeah that sounds creepy. Stop staring.” Quil nudges his arm away, and Embry’s head hits the table.

Jared and Paul burst out laughing as Embry rubs his chin. 

“That’s karma for me hitting my head on your car!” Paul claims and Jared nods in support.

“Come on Embry, let’s go talk to her, Kim sits next to her in physics and says she’s really friendly.” Jared suggests, waving at Kim in the lunch line, subtly pointing towards Y/N and Kim responds with a thumbs up.

“Kim will come with us.” He grabs Embry’s arm and pulls him up, dragging him towards Kim as she pays for her lunch.

“Are you ready Embry? No creepy comments please. Jared told me about the staring.” Kim laughs as Jared kisses her cheek.

She grabs his hand as they start walking towards Y/N’s table.

“Hey Y/N, can we join you?” She looks up at Kim and smiles, “Of course” she replies.

She looks to Kim’s left at Jared and nods in greeting before looking over at Embry. She frowns slightly as their eyes meet, her smile faltering for a brief second before she takes a deep breath and her bright twinkle returns.

“Embry?” She asks, gesturing towards Embry.

“Yeah uh, hi. How are you?” Embry rubs the back of his neck as he tries to think of something smart to say.

Kim and Jared start talking to one of Y/N’s friends to give them both some privacy, but Jared keeps one eye on Embry.

“I’m really good thanks. I don’t think we’ve spoken since we were like...6? Maybe? Do you remember? Our moms used to be best friends!” Her face lights up and hands become animated with excitement as she recalls their friendship. Embry’s face looks blank, but she is determined for him to remember.

“My dad made us our own assault course in my back yard, we used to pretend we were training for the army, just like him...” Embry thinks hard, then a flash of a memory appears in his mind, then another, then another.

“And watch movies with huge bowls of popcorn?” He asks.

“Yes!! You remember!” Her smile is infectious, and Embry can’t help but grin back at her, until a small cough beside him when he realises that they have just been smiling at each other for about a minute.

“Mom still asks about you. Asks how you and your mom are doing.” Y/N’s smile falters slightly as she looks at Embry sympathetically.

“Yeah well...mom is alright. We’re ok. Do you know why they stopped being friends?” Embry asks.

“Just grew apart I suppose. Wish we could’ve stayed friends though. It’s weird. It’s been so long but I feel like we never stopped being friends, like I could just talk to you about anything.” She frowns slightly in confusion, looking up at him, assessing his face, taking in every detail.

“I feel the same. Like we were always meant to be...friends” He finishes sadly, then catches eye of the guy from this morning heading towards them.

He stands next to Embry and tries to straighten up to make himself seem taller, he’s taller than average, but doesn’t even compare to Embry and Jared.

“Alex” He states, nodding at the other two boys.

“Embry. This is Jared” Embry replies as Jared nods in greeting, neither offering anything else to acknowledge him.

“Hey sexy, walk me to next class?” Alex asks as he holds out his hand to Y/N.

“Yeah let me just finish talking first” She replies, rolling her eyes.

“We should hang out some time Embry, my mom would LOVE to see you again.” She begins packing up her things before writing something on a piece of paper.

“My number” she says, as she hands Embry the paper, Alex’s eyes flash with anger. Embry smiles at her in return.

She picks up her bag and books, ignores Alex’s hand that he’s offering her and starts to walk away, Alex trailing behind as he shoots angry looks back at Embry.

“Well that went better than expected” Jared whispers.

“Yeah...it did.” Embry replies, looking at the piece of paper in his hand.

206-509-6995 Y/N ♥️

“I will just love her from afar. When she’s ready, I’ll be here.” 

Quil gives Embry a sympathetic look, whilst Paul and Jared look disturbed.

They’re all leaning against Embry’s truck, with Embry looking lovingly across the parking lot at Y/N.

“Not in a creepy I’m waiting kind of way.”

“Yeah of course.” Paul says sarcastically as he flings an arm around Embry’s shoulders.

“Come on, let’s go for a run, blow off some of that creepy, unrequited love steam”

“I’m not creepy.” Embry insists.

“Keep telling yourself that!” Paul replies laughing.

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[deanstead]

For You

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested by anon: could you do one where reader is not interested in jay cause she thinks he's one who has a new girl every night but he’s constantly trying? She’ll slowly fell for him too? maybe with a little smut if you write?

Warnings: none, a lil fluff!

A/N: First one for 2021~ Happy New Year! This became a little longer and it feels a bit segmented because of the nature of the request, so I hope this turned out okay! Sorry, I’m not writing smut/NSFW currently so I replaced it with a lil fluff instead, hope that is okay! Enjoy, and feel free to send in more requests! 

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Jay pushed the beer towards you as he slid into the seat opposite you, a small smile gracing his lips. “Y/N, how about it?”

You looked up at him, internally rolling your eyes. “I told you, Jay, no.”

Jay didn’t seem like he was giving up easily though. “It’s just a dinner, come on.”

Your eyes studied the man sitting across from you at a table in Molly’s. “Jay, you’re asking me on a date.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Jay asked, a hint of mischievousness hidden in the tone of his voice that was almost drowned out by the noise in Molly’s.

You shook your head, although you were still smiling. “I told you, Jay, I’m not going on a date with you.”

Jay remained silent, watching you, as if waiting for you to say more.

“I’m not going to be another one of your conquests.”

The words bounced between you and Jay and for a moment and you could have sworn you saw his face fall for just an instant. “Y/N.”

You shook your head and smiled. “No, Jay. We can hang out here, but there is no way I’m going on a date with you. I’ll see you around, okay?” You pushed off your chair, waving at him as you went to re-join your friends at the next table.

Jay watched you for a little while more, as you leaned on the table, laughing at something, the dim light of Molly’s bouncing off your hair.

“You’re not a conquest.” Jay muttered to himself, before he got up and went back to the bar to join his brother.

---

In a way, you were glad that Jay had seemed to revert back to his old self... mostly. You felt you were seeing him more and more often these days but he hadn’t tried to bring up the topic of a date again.

You treasured him as a friend and really didn’t want that to change. Jay was sweet and looked out for you, but you’d be damned if you let him treat you like another one of those girls he flirted with and probably slept with every other night.

No way in hell.

So you never let it get too far, you drew a line between yourself and Jay and made sure you guys stayed as friends, not just for him but for yourself too. You might as well have a sign flashing at him that read “Not Interested”.

Yet, you allowed yourself to be dragged out here, you mused, as you looked up at Will and Natalie. Stupid Natalie.

You couldn’t believe you had let her talk you into coming for dinner with her and Will… and Jay. This smelled suspiciously like a scheme of a double date but you swallowed back a sassy comment.

“We’ll take two steaks, both medium.” You were snapped out of your thoughts by Will talking to the waiter.

Jay looked at you and you leaned over quietly to point out your order to him – a double cheeseburger.

The waiter turned to Jay as he finished taking down Will’s order. “I’ll have the beef burger. She’ll have the double cheeseburger, can you make sure there are no tomatoes in there.” Your head snapped up, surprised Jay had remembered.

“And there’s no other sauce in there, is there?” Jay asked, not noticing your reaction at all.

The waiter nodded. “Just the barbeque sauce, sir.”

Jay nodded back at him, as he handed the menu back. “That’s fine. Make sure there’s no mayonnaise on the plate, and can we have the salad dressing separate as well, thanks.”

The waiter nodded, jotting down the orders, while you continued to stare at Jay.

“What?” Jay asked, finally feeling your gaze on him.

You raised an eyebrow. “You remembered?”

Jay just smiled back without saying anything as Will smirked across the table.

You had mentioned it just once – tomatoes were a no-go and mayonnaise even more so. You hadn’t even mentioned the salad dressing, you had just wrinkled your nose at how your fries were all soaked in it.

Jay was indeed something.

---

“Heya.” Natalie slid into the bar stool next to you. “Sorry I’m late, I got held up today.”

You smiled back at your friend, taking the last swig from your beer and flashing a smile at Herrmann to ask for another.

As Herrmann pushed the new pint of beer towards you, Natalie cleared her throat. “So…”

You inwardly groaned. You should have known this was coming.

“You’re really not going to give Jay a chance?” she asked, angling her body towards me.

“Nat, come on!” You whined. “Is this why you wanted to meet me?”

Natalie chuckled. “Well, about 50%...”

You shook your head. “No, I’ll tell you the same thing I told him weeks ago. I’m not going to be another one of his conquests.” Natalie tried to argue but you continued. “How awkward is that going to be? I mean, look, he’s not some random guy I met in a bar, he’s my friend and I’m not going to… no way am I going to be another one of those girls.”

As you finished your sentence, you nodded your head further down the bar, where Jay sat. Natalie looked up just as a girl slid towards Jay. Even from this distance, you could see her batting her fake eyelashes at him and a small laugh escaped your lips.

“No way.” You repeated, enunciating each word pointedly.

Natalie didn’t say anything but instead tapped your arm. “Wait, just watch.” It was almost as if she knew what was coming, and was just waiting for it.

You and Natalie watched as the girl twirled her finger in her hair, moving closer to Jay. “Why are we watching Jay like this, Nat?”

“Because.” Nat replied, without turning. “You’ll see.”

Jay smiled at the girl and slid off his seat. “I could have told you that would happen.” You commented before Natalie cleared her throat again.

You looked back up, your eyes widening slightly in surprise as you watched Jay nod politely to the girl before heading further into Molly’s, leaving the girl with a disappointed look on her face. Natalie turned back, smirking at me.

“I swear, Jay’s trying. That’s probably the tenth girl he’s let down since.”

You cocked an eyebrow at her as you saw Jay’s eyes fall on both of you.

“Hey ladies, didn’t see you here.” Jay smiled, his eyes lingering on you a little longer. You cleared your throat and turned back to the bar as Jay slid into the seat next to you.

“Not your cup of tea?” You asked, smirking at him. Jay laughed and shot back, “You would know.”

You rolled your eyes as Natalie put a hand on your arm. “I’ll be back in a while.”

“Wait, Nat…” You tried to stop her but she was already gone.

You turned back to Jay who was still smiling. “So… do I get points for trying?”

“Yeah, nice try.” You responded as he laughed.

“I’ll get out of your hair, but this isn’t over.” Jay warned mockingly, pointing at you, his green eyes twinkling.

“Bye Jay.” You sang, as he floated off to his colleagues.

Your thoughts wandered back to the scene you had witnessed while you were waiting for Natalie to come back. That was new, seeing Jay blow off a girl that he would usually disappear out of the bar with. You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that he seemed to be changing. Or at least, trying to.

You shook your head, hoping the thoughts would be shaken out as well.

Jay looked back at you as he stood next to Kevin, smiling slightly at the way you were shaking your head. The faint sounds of his team’s conversation around him. He sure as hell wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

He might have the occasional fling here and there, but contrary to what everyone thought, he didn’t fall into bed with every single girl that flirted with him. Some nights, he merely walked them out to get a cab. But if he needed to prove to you that he was done with flings, and that he was serious about you, then that was what he was going to do.

---

You inwardly groaned as you trailed behind your colleagues. Being the only female engineer in your company sounded great but was definitely not. You could handle the regular snide comments and sexist jokes, but you hated the ‘team drinks’.

They could only be called that if your colleagues actually behaved like a team. They just used this opportunity to get drinks, force you to have more drinks than necessary and have their hands linger on you for longer than was comfortable. It never got too far but that didn’t mean it was okay.

You sighed as they pushed open the door to Molly’s and led the way in. It hadn’t even been a good day, you were tired and cranky, and you just wanted the day to end.

You spotted Jay as you followed them in. He smiled and waved but you made a face and rolled your eyes at them, which caused him to cast a concerned glance at the group before you nodded at him, turning to reluctantly follow them to an empty table.

Before long, the table was full of drinks. Ben the sleaze had brushed his hand against your thigh at least three times and you weren’t even halfway through your first beer.

As your colleagues started to get more alcohol through their system, the comments began. You tried to tune them out, staring at a spot on the wall before turning to watch Herrmann and Stella behind the bar.

“Hey Y/N, how about another drink for you? Something stronger?”

You smiled and shook your head. “No thanks.”

“See, with women, they don’t always mean it when they say no.” One of the guys at the other side of the table slurred.

You swallowed down the rise of anger from your gut and ignored the comment instead. They were rowdier than usual, though, so although they usually moved on quickly, they didn’t this time.

“Come on Y/N, we know you don’t really mean it. Just one more drink.”

You shook your head again, more firmly this time. “Guys, I really don’t feel up to it tonight, alright? I’ll pass.”

That only seemed to make them more determined to get that drink in your hand.

They pushed a fresh glass of beer into your hand. You could feel someone’s hand on your shoulder and someone else was pushing your hand upwards, as if they felt you needed help guiding the glass to your lips.

“Hey, that’s enough.”

Jay.

You weren’t really feeling threatened or scared but you still felt a flood of relief when you heard his voice.

“I could hear her say no two tables away, you guys deaf?” Jay asked.

Your colleagues looked at each other. “Hey, we’re just having some fun.”

“Fun is when all parties enjoy it. You disrespect anyone else while you’re here, we’ll have something to talk about buddy, you hear me?”

Jay turned to you. “Come on, you’re done here.” Authoritatively, he grabbed your wrist, tugging you out from your seat. You didn’t complain but followed him as he led you out of Molly’s.

“Thanks Jay.” You said, as the outside air hit the both of you in the faces.

Jay turned back to you, cracking a smile. “And here I thought you might chew me out for that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “For helping me?”

Jay laughed, “For interfering, because…” he paused and put both his fingers up in the air in quotation marks. “You’re a strong independent woman.”

You laughed along with him. “There’s a fine line between helping and interfering. And you get full marks tonight for the differentiation.”

Jay smiled back, chuckling. “You okay?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine. They’re a little rowdier than usual tonight but I’m kind of used to that.”

“You should never have to get used to that.” Jay half snarled, throwing a dirty glance back at Molly’s front door.

You chuckled as Jay turned his attention back to you. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

The short walk back to your apartment was mostly silent, but a comfortable one. You stole a glance at Jay. You didn’t really want to admit it but you definitely felt a little flutter when he had stood up for you today in Molly’s and if you were being totally honest with yourself, it wasn’t the first time you had felt it.

“Thanks Jay.” You said again, as you reached your apartment.

Jay smiled back at you. “You sure you’re okay?” You could feel Jay’s eyes hovering over you even if you weren’t looking at him.

You nodded and then shrugged. “Just a bad day, I guess.” Jay’s eyes softened.

“I’ve got a listening ear if you need one. Anytime, okay?”

You smiled, “Thanks for being a knight tonight. And you didn’t even flirt.”

Jay chuckled, “Do I get extra marks for that?”

You wiggled your eyebrows back at him. “We’ll see.”

---

It had been a few months since that night that Jay had tried asking you on a date and absolutely nothing had gone according to your plan. You had been so sure you wouldn’t fall for him, so sure that you would stand your ground to just be friends.

But Jay had ruined it all bit by bit.

It was obvious to everyone the changes Jay had undergone the last few months. And honestly, no one would shut up about it either. Which was anything but helpful.

Natalie was talking about something and you were only half listening as you watched the door, noting with mild concern the little tug of disappointment you felt every time the door opened and it wasn’t Jay who walked in.

“Nat.” you interrupted her.

Natalie looked up at you. You took a deep breath, “I should just dive in, right?”

A look of confusion crossed her face for a brief moment before she broke into a smile.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” she asked.

You shook your head. “Too long for comfort.”

Natalie gave you a pointed look. “What are you still doing here then?”

You grabbed your bag, making a beeline for the door. As you crossed the threshold of Molly’s and stepped out onto the street, you came face to face with Jay.

“Leaving already?” he asked, a small look of disappointment crossing his face. If you hadn’t been watching him, you might have missed it altogether.

You hesitated but took a deep breath. “Actually, I was on my way to you.”

Jay smiled but looked intrigued.

“You ever going to ask me out on a date again?” The words tumbled past your lips as you unconsciously clenched your hands in your pocket. Maybe it was a good thing you had had some alcohol before talking to Jay.

You could literally see Jay’s eyes light up, his smile broadening.

“Seriously?”

You smiled. “Unless you decided you don’t want to…”

Jay didn’t let you finish your sentence as he stepped closer to you, one arm snaking around your waist and the other hand cupping your face, his thumb caressing the side of your face gently. “Not a chance.” He whispered, as he leaned forward and his lips found yours.

It was everything you had imagined and more, you could almost feel your knees buckling but Jay just pulled you in closer.

The both of you pulled away and you looked straight back into his green eyes. “Don’t make me regret this.” You whispered.

Jay chuckled, “Oh, never.” He smiled, his hand still resting on your back, his bright green eyes twinkling back at you.

[babylooneytoonz]

Sound of Music [ Pt. 2 ]

Ft. Sherlock Holmes [ Henry Cavill ] x Reader

Summary: [Y/N] comes to stay with Enola in London for a while. Fancy she meets Sherlock there. Now Enola definitely had a part to play in this.

Warnings: none other than just period fluff

*Please reblog if you like it, do not repost, copy or claim my work as yours.

[My Masterlist]

[Y/N] chuckled at the thought of her governess having a heart attack when Enola's letter had arrived two moons back, asking her to come and live with her in London City for a while. The change would be good for you Miss [Y/L/N], the young girl had said in her letter. A lot of time had passed since then , perhaps months and Enola had finally met her mother again, before she left once more but now Enola wasn't a stranger to her mother's actions anymore. Another good thing to come out if it all, was the fact that Sherlock was now Enola's new guardian and Enola didn't have to worry about Mycroft again. Now she stared out of her carriage, looking st the silhouettes of the houses that passed her by, and a realization hit her. This was the first time she had stepped into the city of London, ever since the murder of her parents.

Back at Enola's lodgings, Enola shuffled about in her kitchen as she put the kettle of the tea on the stove for a boil. She turned towards Sherlock, who was seated rigidly on the dining table, hunched over a few newspapers from four years back as he was reading about the murder of the [Y/L/N]s.

"Find something of importance, brother?" She cocked her eyebrow upwards in curiousity, eyeing her brother with utmost determination lurking in her eyes. Sherlock looked up at her briefly and curled his lips inwardly, as though still thinking and then looked away, only to look back up again when he saw a look on his sister's face, a look which could only signify one thing; Enola Holmes had done something mischievous and was hiding it from him.

"What on earth did you manage to do now, Enola?" He raised his eyebrows at her and she just smiled innocently, fluttering her lashes as she began to pour the tea into two tea cups.

"We might have a visitor today," She finally said and Sherlock just frowned even more.

"And who exactly is this visitor?"

Of course Sherlock had a hunch, and his hunch, unlike his sister, was 100 percent on point, he still wanted to hear it from her lips though.

"Well Sherlock, you do remember saying you will take up on Miss [Y/L/N]'s dead case, yes?" She asked and Sherlock hummed, his expressions not giving away the secret amusement he was feeling.

"Hm, go on then?"

"Well, I sort of invited Miss [Y/N] to come live with me here in London for a while. I thought.. I thought a change of scenery will be good for her," she sheepishly added, placing the tea cups on the dining table, one in front of Sherlock and the other on her end of the table, and now she was waiting for a volcano to erupt and her brother to start scolding her on how inappropriate her approach was on this whole thing.

"Is she aware of my presence here?" Sherlock tried to act casual, as he lifted the tea cup up to his lips and took a sip of the piping hot tea, his eyes on his sister who just shrugged.

"She would have decided against it if I had. Oh it's alright, brother. [Y/N] would definitely not have a fit upon seeing you, that I'm sure of," she began chuckling, but her chuckling died down when she heard the sound of a carriage stopping right outside her lodgings, "Sherlock, please be nice."

"And when exactly am I not nice?" Sherlock cried out, exasperated, but Enola was already running out in an unladylike way to receive [Y/N]. Sherlock stood up, his cheeks growing hot suddenly, and he didn't know why he was beginning to feel so flustered. He rolled back his sleeves and walked towards where his coat was. He began wearing it when the door opened, and Enola's giggle reached his ears and he sighed.

"I hope the journey wasn't too bad, Miss [Y/L/N]."

Sherlock craned his neck towards them, and that's when he saw her looking at him with an almost shocked look on her face, her eyes blown open, and her jaw hanging loose. Sherlock cleared his throat, and glared at Enola.

"Miss [Y/L/N], you look well."

A relief filled him up secretly when he noted her eyes soften, and a small nod of her head. Nodding back courteously at her, ignoring the sudden strumming inside of him; which was like violins playing as he turned towards Enola, "Well, I'll be taking off now. Lestrade would like to see me. Miss [Y/L/N], let me help you with your luggage if I may?" Instead of waiting for her response, Sherlock disappeared, and Enola couldn't help but silently smirk, eyeing Sherlock from the wide window next to them, where he had pulled out her small chest from the back of the carriage and was now walking in. His coat now lay forgotten by the dining table, and [Y/N] couldn't help but watch Sherlock from the corner of her eyes as he casually walked in with her trunk, and just as casually walked up the flight of stairs, until he was gone.

"Come on, Miss [Y/L/N], let's go," Enola pulled her out of her sudden thoughts and when she blinked finally, she saw that Enola was already standing by the base of the staircase, waiting for her.

Sherlock and Enola made sure that [Y/N] felt comfortable in her new bedroom. The bed linen was fresh and smelled earthy and like lavender and as she ran her soft fingers against it, they felt like velvet under her touch. There were flower pots lining the window frame, and scented candles lined the top of the cabinet. The room was tiny as compared to her bedroom back at home, but she felt like home here, much more than it felt back at home.

[Y/N] was unpacking her trunk when she heard Enola downstairs, speaking to Sherlock, "Would you be back for dinner?"

"No. Why would I? I don't want Miss [Y/N] to be uncomfortable, Enola," She heard Sherlock go off, and she bit her lip, her fingers involuntarily toying with the fabric of her dress.

"I'm sure she would be happy to have you join us." The youngest Holmes' voice echoed, followed by opening of the front door until the voices died down altogether.

[Y/N] didn't understand it one bit, what prompted her to run to her window, and fix herself by it as she watched the famous detective walk out, his tall frame having his back towards her. She didn't understand why she ached silently, yearning that he would turn around just once and look up at the window. What was even worse was the fact that she didn't understand it one bit, as to why, when he actually turned around, and his gaze flew upwards, [Y/N] didnt shy away or move herself from the window. Instead, she brought her fisted palm up to the glass of the window, and began moving her hands delicately in her sign language. Sherlock's eyes widened when he saw her movements, and the corner of his lips tugged almost lightly, when he understood what she was trying to tell him. She was asking him to join them for dinner.

He let himself smile freely, his nose almost crinkling like a little kid, as a breezy breath escaped him. This woman was something else, and he knew it.

He nodded with his eyes, the movement so calculated, but she understood.

She closed her eyes, flinging herself away from that window, as heat flew through her body, as she fixed herself by the wall, her back pressed to it, the back of her head resting against the surface of the wall, her eyes closed. Her heart was racing like a racehorse as she tried to steady her hitched breathing, and she had her palm pressed to her chest, tight, as though her heart would flutter out and latch itself to the floor. [Y/N] realized how drawn she was to Sherlock, and she could do nothing about it.

Sherlock was home for dinner, just like she had asked him to. Now, the three of them sat in a comfortable silence, with [Y/N] holding her book close to her, as she read, and Enola sat on the couch, next to his brother's armchair, and the two of them kept giving each other hinted glances but didn't open their mouths to speak. It was only then, when Sherlock took a deep breath, and cleared his throat that [Y/N] finally pulled her eyes up and fixed them on his, regarding him with a look of utmost curiosity, and a well hidden look of admiration that only she knew about.

"Might I take off my coat, London is a ball of furnace these days—"

Enola broke out into a giggle, that caused Sherlock to turn with a glare towards her and [Y/N] pressed her lips together at the sight of the two of them.

"Sherlock, when was the last time you played? I think our friend deserves to hear of your talents," [Y/N] shifted slightly, arching her body forward as she placed her chin in her palms and glanced at Sherlock, squinting her eyes upon listening to Enola.

"Never mind my sister, Miss [Y/N]. She can be a handful at times."

"Oh come on Sherlock, would you stop? All I'm asking is that you show Miss [Y/N] how secretly talented you are," she then turned towards [Y/N] and almost in a whisper like voice, said, "Sherlock plays the violin."

"I'm sure she doesn't want to fall asleep, Enola," Sherlock stood up, almost towering over the two of them. The two females regarded each other, with a bit of twinkle in their eyes as they watched the man disappear, only to come out with a violin case. He laid it on the table, his palm resting against the black case, but he didn't do anything further. It was [Y/N] that stood up, much to Sherlock and Enola's surprise as she walked up to where Sherlock was. Reluctantly, she placed her fingers against the case and she opened the case, her fingers skimming delicately over the musical instrument, her eyes lighting up.

His eyes unfazed, he noticed her actions with a warmth filling him up. She pulled out the violin and slowly turned towards Sherlock, throwing out her hand that held the violin, beckoning him to play for them. And play he did.

Sherlock didn't shy away after that encouragement and the next few minutes, he graced them with some of his most melancholic melodies, and [Y/N] couldn't help herself but feel like she had been swept away. Everything about Sherlock Holmes was what her heart had warned her about. Never trust men. She reminded her silently, but the only problem was, her feelings were much stronger than her mind, and she felt her resolve weakening. Sherlock was breaking her, piece by piece, entering into her heart and occupying a place she never wanted to give any man.

A week into staying in London, [Y/N] already felt like she was in the best of spirits. Being an early riser, she woke up at dawn, and stared out of the window. It was still fairly dark outside, except for the orange glow that illuminated the sky. It was a perfect time to go out for a walk down the trail that ran at the back of the house.

Dressing up light, [Y/N] stepped out of the back door, having escaped from the house as quiet as a moose for she could hear the sounds of Enola's gentle breathing radiating from her own room, signalling that she was fast asleep. Sherlock had left for Scotland Yard three nights back.

On mornings like these, [Y/N] did miss the countryside, and the vast open space that let her breathe. She felt lucky there was that trail that ran along Enola's lodgings as she trotted down that path, through the wilderness around her. The birds chirped around her, and the morning felt grey and calm, the cool breeze tingling against her supple flesh as she hugged herself closer.

Was she dreaming? She was definitely dreaming. Why otherwise would her eyes see Sherlock right ahead of her, walking towards her with a smile on his radiant face? Of course she was dreaming.

There was no way—

"It's a lovely morning isn't it? I always find myself drawn to this place."

No, he was there. He was really there. The realization sunk in.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you," he said, huskily and she shook her head, "Would you like to walk with me?"

The two of them found themselves next to each other once more as he carefully walked next to her, mostly in silence. If not, he made small talks with her, one sided small talks of course, telling her about why he was here, or why he loved morning walks like these. They finally broke out next to a little stream trinkling down, with rocks lined to it.

Sherlock found himself reaching out for her hand as there was a tiny stone bridge that needed to be crossed over the stream in order to go to the other side. What was meant to be a kind gesture on his part, he didn't realize that in a single gesture, his world would come crashing around him. He wanted this woman, he wanted to know and to think what it would be like waking up to her pretty face in the mornings, and what it would be like to hear her laugh. Her voice. If only he could hear it one time, he would never wish for anything else in life.

She placed her hand in his, his fingers gently clasping around hers as he helped her cross the bridge until they were on the other side. Finally, the two of them sat down by a broken log of a tree, side by side.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He turned towards her, staring into her eyes, and she nodded, encouraging him to speak.

"I yearn to feel the touch of your hands, like silvery light. I wish you would regard me the way a moth looks at the source of light. Would it be so wrong of me to think of you as often as I do?"

[Y/N]'s eyes fluttered close, and a content smile graced her soft lips. When she opened them again, Sherlock was still staring at her. Without hesitating, she lifted her hand, slowly placing it on his, and his breathing almost hitched, as he let his palm relax under her touch. She clasped her fingers around him daintily, until her hand was sitting perfectly in place in his, and he looked down at their hands, smiling slightly.

"I wish I could hear your voice once, Miss [Y/N]. If only, just once."

She kept smiling, as she looked away from him, staring at the sun that was beginning to pave its way up the horizon. She was plagued by her own thoughts and how was she supposed to fight them alone? His hands — soft and warm — how she ached for him to run them along her bare arms — how she ached to feel the electricity surging through her body.

How she ached to tell him what had truly happened to her to make the way she was again.

Was she ready? Was she ready to tell him yet? Was she ready to tell anyone yet? After all, he was too but a man— a man that could make her or break her in a whisk of an eye.

Waking up had never been difficult for her, but now it felt like a burden. When she slept, she didn't miss him but the minute her eyes fluttered open, the void found its place again inside of her. She had come back from London a week back and what had happened with Sherlock had stayed in London. A day after that impromptu meet by the trail, Sherlock left rather abruptly, only informing Enola that an urgent case had come up, and he had to leave. [Y/N] came back home, back to her estate, with a heavy heart. He hadn't even bothered to tell her goodbye.

Her governess entered her room, and [Y/N] was still laying in bed, staring mindlessly at her window, watching the rustling trees outside.

"You are awake, but still in bed?"

The older woman walked up to the other side of her room as she drew the curtains open and the faint sunlight now seeped through her bedroom, lighting up her sleepy face.

"London did you good child, I see you got colour on your otherwise ashen face. Miss Holmes was anything but kind to you, I hope?"

[Y/N] nodded as she sat up in bed and stretched her arms in the air. She slithered out of bed, and wrapped her robe around her frame as she dragged herself away to get done with her early morning necessities.

It was only when she stepped out, drying her face that she heard a voice downstairs, and her heart skipped a beat.

She was still in her robe as she lifted her skirt and dashed out of the bedroom, her delicate form rushing down the spiral staircase as the voice only got closer.

"My apologies for showing up at this early hour of the day, but I wanted to ask you if I could request an audience with Miss [Y/N]?"

"Mr. Holmes, I would just—" Before the governess could continue speaking, the thudding of [Y/N]'s not so graceful movements across the staircase filled their ears. A gasp escaped her lips as she saw [Y/N]'s condition, her robe hung loosely over her body. She cleared her throat, faintly and eyed her carefully before turning to Sherlock, noting how he was looking at her, the crook of his lips just turned upwards. It wasn't hard for to understand what was going on.

"May I speak to you?" Sherlock immediately began speaking, even before the governess could, and [Y/N] began nibbling nervously against her lower lip as she nodded, running a hand through her hair. She turned, much to Sherlock's confusion, and began walking away. It was then that the governess explained that she wanted him to follow her into the backyard.

Clearing his throat, he eyed the older woman one last time before he disappeared through the hallway he had seen [Y/N] leave through. Through the glass of the window, he could see her sitting on a swing, her back turned towards Sherlock, but her neck craned to her side so she could hear him. He smiled softly to himself, bringing his hand up to his face as he swiped over his chin and took a step into the backyard, watching as her body posture grew rigid.

He cleared his throat, for her attention and she finally turned towards him, staring at him through her long lashes. He, for the first time in life perhaps, the great detective Sherlock Holmes, felt nervous, as he began, "Do not stop me for I have thought about what I am going to say to you for a long time now."

He took a breath before continuing, "Love, my beloved [Y/N], is an other worldly feeling. I think of you when I am trying to solve a murder mystery. I think of you when I lay down in bed and want to fall asleep. I think of you when I wake up in the morning. I want to spend my life with you, my beloved, if you would like to spend yours with me too."

[Y/N] didn't know why she had tears running down her eyes now. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat as she stepped up from the swing and took a step close to him. He looked down at her and reluctantly brought his index finger to her her face, wiping her tears away when she clasped his hand in hers. Sherlock closed his eyes, albeit faintly as [Y/N] took his hand up to her lips and planted her lips against his knuckles. This was her way of telling him that she wanted to marry him too.

As she dropped his hand, he brought both his hands up to her face, cupping her cheeks as he lifted her gaze up to match his, and she couldn't admire his curls, and relish in the fact that she was to be married to this beautiful man.

"I promise you, my beloved. I am going to find out who was behind the murder of your family. I will make sure that they pay for what they have done."

[Y/N] bit her lip, and let out a shaky breath as she placed her hands on his hands and pried them off her face. Finally, she responded, her voice soft, and weak, cracking as words escaped her trembling lips after what felt like ages, "You won't have to, my darling."

"You —" Sherlock almost tripped, losing his balance, and [Y/N] caught his arm, her reflexes kicking in, "Did you just.. I heard your voice, Miss [Y/N].. I —"

"I never implied, Mr. Holmes, that I cannot speak, I only didn't want to."

Her voice was beautiful, clear like the ocean, sharp like an icicle but he couldn't believe his ears. All this while, he thought he would never be able to hear her speak. Now here she was, speaking when she had least expected it.

"What I saw, Mr. Holmes, it made my heart churn, it made me want to perish. I lost all faith in humanity, and it took me years to finally be able to wake up without having those nightmares crawl into my mind, like an infestation," she breathed.

"What did you see?" Sherlock cleared his throat.

"My father. He was the one who murdered my mother. And when the realization sunk in, when he saw what he had done, he shot himself with a musket."

"Which is why you survived, because you ran away," Sherlock mumbled, eyeing her.

"I didn't. I just kept standing there, Mr. Holmes, waiting for him to kill me too. He never did."

"this is .. too much for me to fathom, Miss [Y/N], I —" Sherlock stumbled backwards, his hand now fixed against his hip. He turned to his left, as he began pacing up and down, before her voice flooded through his ears.

"I pray you didn't have to find out this way." She whispered in a low voice, and a breath shot out of Sherlock's lips as he shook his head weakly.

[Y/N] kept watching him as he walked away.

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reflection (4/8) | r.b.

summary: He thinks that’s what he clings to the most. The Candidates, and the chance to see you again, just to give what he wrote to you. Or, the truth comes out.

WARNINGS: angst!!! swearing, yearning pairing: reiner braun x fem!reader word count: 4.9k

a/n: part 4!!! time to get sad!!! a shorter chapter but the next chapters are MUCH longer until the end so enjoy!!

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Reiner walks all the way back home to grab it. 

His mom was blissfully unmotivated to interrogate him, and he slips the metal tin into his breast pocket, one he bought as soon as he returned to Marley as he leaves the house. It’s similar to the one he used to store Ymir’s letter to Historia. The only difference now is what it contains.

He doesn’t know why he’s thinking about it. No one knows he even has this little container of secrets—it’s been hidden underneath his mattress, wedged between it and the frame for four years, only removed on birthdays, holidays, days where he can’t even recall why he should get out of bed which seem to be more and more often as of late. If anyone found out, he’d probably be interrogated, possibly killed.

It’s treasonous, but he can’t bring himself to fling it.

The silence is nice. There aren’t a lot of people in the streets, considering the show. Not even his thoughts are raging against him, and the sun is warm even as it slips below the horizon to make room for the moon. Glancing up at the clouds, purple and yellow and red, he shoves his hands into his pockets and closes his eyes.

The wind curls against his face, all gentle-like, a caress almost, and his heart begins to ache.

“Isn’t that Vice Chief Braun?”

His eyes open, and he catches two kids standing by a mailbox, gaping at him and he smiles softly waving at them.

“Hi, Mister Braun!”

“Get to the show, kids,” he calls back, and they glance at each other, eyes alight with pure joy. It’s enough to make his smile last until they’re gone, and he turns his gaze back to the path he’s walking. With every step, though, the tin in his breast pocket seems to weigh heavier. The faint clinks and scraping noises of metal against metal accompanying his heartbeat, he sighs.

Not for the first time, he hears his mother’s voice in his head, chastising him for not continuing their honorary bloodline, and not for the first time he imagines a home by the sea, with kids of blonde hair and a certain twinkle in their eyes running along the sands.

Reaching up to his breast pocket, he pulls the tin out and cracks it open, looking down as his feet take him to the stage. The sunlight dies, and as the last rays fall on the gleaming metal band inside the metal container, he pinches it in his finger and lifts it up to the orange. The silver winks at him, all mocking, and he shakes his head, looking down at the letters inside.

A thousand apologies, confessions, regrets, inked down in crazed ramblings as his body tried to heal from the battle in Shiganshina on a ship sailing back to Marley. Some written after that. Sometimes, he can barely even look at what he’s jotted down or else he’ll tear it to shreds.

Most of the time, though, he wants to give it to you. He thinks that’s what he clings to the most. The Candidates, and the chance to see you again, just to give what he wrote to you.

Shaking his head, he puts the ring back into the tin and closes it with a tight click before sliding it back into his breast pocket. In the distance, he can hear someone whistling a familiar tune, and he frowns, trying to place it.

He still has some time. He could try to find who’s whistling, or he could just get to the show early. 

It’s not like he’s exactly needed anywhere before hand.

Pricking his ears, he veers off the road and into an alleyway. 

.

Reiner and Bertholdt might be traitors. Maybe it’s both of them, a voice in your head murmurs as you ascend up the wall. 

Armin, why did you trust me to tell me about Annie?

Your shoulder and leg are screaming at you to stop moving, and the pull of the wires at your hips makes you feel like a million pounds as you manage to get to the top of the wall. Mikasa greets you there and you flash her a quick smile, one she returns faintly before procuring something out of her pocket.

Do you think I’m a traitor, too?

“My sling?”

“Put it back in before you lose all feeling in that arm.” You let out a relieved sigh as she helps you unbuckle your gear, and your hips feel like they’re melting at the relief. Sasha comes over as you clutch onto your shoulder. It feels inflamed and swollen under your gentle touch, and you wince as you bend your elbow, sharp pangs slicing through your joint.

“Here, let me help.” Sasha grabs your unequipped ODM gear as Mikasa pulls the sling over your neck and guides your arm through. Your limb feels like a pile of rocks, and you let it hang numbly in the bandage.

Maybe, I’m the weakest link.

“Thanks, guys. Really.” Mikasa only nods, patting you on your uninjured shoulder and you turn to see Eren pulling Reiner up the wall. The mere sight of him sends a shiver down your spine and you look away, clenching your jaw.

Him, a traitor?

Bertholdt gets to the top, climbing out all long-legged and lean, before helping Reiner ease down away from the ledge.

And Bertl? You, too?

Still, Hange’s orders echo in your mind and you remind yourself that nothing’s changed until it’s confirmed. Walking over to him, half-limping, you catch golden eyes and a half-smile. Cross legged, Reiner straightens up when he sees you and you feel a smile pulling at your own face.

What am I saying? How could I ever suspect them? They’d never betray us. We’re… we’re family. Maybe it’s all one big coincidence. Maybe Annie worked alone. That’s how it is, isn’t it? Annie works alone and I’m left hanging.

You wonder if this is why she never answered the letters you wrote to Stohess, asking how the MPs were. Reiner always said it was probably because she was busy. No. No. The more you think on it, the more the convoluted web in your head begins to straighten out and you shake your head.

“Hey.” You reach the boys as Bertholdt walks to the other side of the wall, leaning over with his hands on his knees as if calculating the distance, and his face is so innocently concentrated that you can’t help but stare, imagine him as that giant red Titan with soulless eyes. Electricty dances down your back. Deciding to leave him to his own devices, you slowly sink to a crouch beside Reiner as he reaches out to touch your shin.

“How’s the leg?”

“Been better.” Goosebumps rise along your arms and you swallow tightly. “We’ve got matching slings, now.”

Reiner smiles, and a soft, poisonous voice in your head crows, You never suspected Annie, and look what that got you. Civilians killed like sport.

Your blood chills. Everything feels so sluggish after the long night they’ve had, and they both look it. Your movements are dragged, like you’re swimming through honey as you reach out to touch his arm. He looks like hell’s beaten him up, and Bertholdt straightens up, sends him an uneasy look over his shoulder. Reiner’s flesh is warm through the bandages and a sick curiosity pricks at you.

If you’re really a traitor, you wonder to yourself, what would you do if I… 

You let your fingers push deeper against a mark you feel through the sling only for him to flinch back.

“Son of a bitch!”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” you whisper, hushed, and he sends you a scandalized look as Eren looks over his shoulder. “It seems bad.”

“You all right, Reiner?”

“Not by a long shot.” He covers his face with his hand, pain twisting his voice. “A Titan nearly gnawed off my arm. That was… pathetic. I thought I was done for.” Scooting closer, you rest your hand on his shoulder as his eyes slide shut. The words he says next sound like that of a soldier, and your eyebrows screw up as he talks mostly to himself. 

Sharing an uneasy glance with Eren and Armin, you try not to say anything until—

Second time? Second time you nearly died? It bounces off your skull until your mouth opens and the words tumble out before you can stop yourself.

“Annie almost… killed you?” you breathe. Reiner nods numbly, fist to his brow and you look down at the stone. “Reiner…”

Then, you can’t be a traitor, you try to reason quickly. Why would she kill her ally? 

But what about what Armin said? About how Reiner asked about Eren’s location? Carving it into her hand. He was always making excuses for Annie at every turn. For her skipping out on training, her being exhausted and sleeping in. No, this isn’t right. No, no, no—

And that realization only makes you nauseous as you sit back and stare at Reiner’s fractured expression. Reaching a shaking hand up to his face, your entire body freezes as his frenzied gaze stares right through you.

Reiner…

Stomach turning, you glance up at the tall boy who only looks more and more concerned with every passing second. He catches you looking and his eyes only widen even more almost guiltily. Jerking your gaze away, you press your lips into a thin line and look at the blond sitting before you. 

Bertholdt…

Someone calls them over your shoulder and you see it’s Connie. Getting up much too quickly with a groan, you send one last look at Armin and Eren out of the corner of your eye before walking over to the others unsteadily. Your entire body feels tilted, your legs struggling to push forward as if trying wade through thick sheets of ice, and even though Sasha bounds up to help you forward, you don’t think you have ever felt heavier.

What have you done?

With the quick update from Hannes and the unsettling revelation that there is no hole in the wall, you cannot stop your eyes from flitting to Bertholdt again.

He speaks to Reiner as they begin to walk away, and you fall into step beside Mikasa, your limp only more pronounced now that they realize this was all for nothing. The adrenaline is drained from your body, and your boots drag along stone as your shoulders fall forward.

Silent, Mikasa slows down her pace so you can keep up and you stifle your wince with every step as you look out the wall. 

The sky is as grey as ash. It looks like rain, soon. Not good if they have to fight in this weather, for their bodies or for their ODM gear. Visibility might be a near zero. 

Reaching up to cup your shoulder on instinct, you sigh.

“Is your leg okay?” Mikasa finally asks, stopping.

You nod. “It will be.” Glancing back at her, you frown when you realize you’ve walked on without her and turn to look over your shoulder, only to find her glancing back at Reiner, Eren, and Bertholdt. Eyes narrowing at the confused anger warping Eren’s face, a thousand weights slam down into your gut. Mikasa’s stare hardens and you walk back towards her, ears pricking. You can’t make out the words from where you stand with her, but you can read the tone, and by whatever Reiner’s saying, it’s making Bertholdt nervous.

Your spine goes ramrod straight, and suddenly, you wish you hadn’t taken your ODM gear off so early. Glancing back, you wonder if you can ask Sasha to strap you back in before you realize what you’re thinking and your limbs turn to lead.

No, you realize. It’s too late.

When you look back at the three again, a cold stone lodges right next to your heart, chilling you from the inside out.

“Hey, we’re leaving!” Armin calls, but you don’t budge. Neither does Mikasa. Eyes widening, you can only watch as Eren crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head back. Mikasa’s hand moves to her hand grip, unholstering it and sinking it into a blade. The sound of metal scraping makes you blink as the wind begins to pick up. Something clicks. Your heart skips a beat.

Howling in your ears, your muscles lock Eren begins to walk back towards them, but your eyes stay on your best friends as the air seems to shift. It smells like static and iron and something bitter, too. The clouds drift speedily above them, and your boot shifts along stone just as one of the flags snaps in half, the wood splintering under the force of the beginnings of a storm.

Everything freezes.

The only sound is clattering wood against cobble and your rapid heart.

Then, against all odds, sunlight.

It’s blindingly white, streaming through the clouds that drift off in the current, and you swallow. You can hear something rattling and you know it’s Mikasa’s hand on her blades, fingers trembling against the triggers of her gear as gold spears through the dim grey, slamming into the wall and illuminating the stone. Your arm in its sling ways heavier by the second and you shift your forearm against the fabric, your hanging hand rolling into a tight fist.

Your eyes find Reiner’s back, staring as hard as you can, but he only hangs his head and you step forward against your will as his voice grows louder, more deranged. 

The coldness in your chest spreads.

It sinks deep into your muscles, bites into your bones with fangs of steel until you think you hear them break as he lifts the sling off his neck and turns around. 

“But the only choice for me now is to face the consequences of my actions.” Lifting his hand, you can see the blood begin to steam and your mouth drops open when it evaporates off his skin. “And as a Warrior, fulfill my duty to the bitter end.” The flesh begins to close, orange embers flecking off his forearm. Your knees lock.

“Reiner!” Bertholdt’s voice scratches with desperation—the sound of a horrified beast pulled out of its cave too early, too soon and all too against his will. A darkness overtakes his face, and it punctures you as Reiner flicks dried blood off his arm. “Are we doing this? Now? Right here?”

“We settle this… right here! Right now!” 

You force yourself to move, but still, you barely budge as Reiner stalks up to a paralyzed Eren, and you feel it more than see it as Mikasa takes off to a sprint, the sound of metal scraping against metal filling the air. She runs around him, slashing through his arms, blood spraying the stone in sickly splats. Lodging the blade through his forearm, there’s a ragged shout as she whirls around. 

Blood seems to fly everywhere as metal swings to cut Bertholdt down next.

You stand, entranced at the mere sight of it; red droplets splash through the air like the crystalline water in that fountain in Trost, years, no, months, weeks ago. The memory strikes through you like a bolt of lightning, and for a moment, you are not on Wall Rose but in a café sitting in the sun, watching children flicking coins into the water, waiting for someone you weren’t sure would come.

“What do you say to a game of twenty questions?”

“Sounds perfect, creampie. I promise, I’ll be perfectly honest.”

Bertholdt’s ragged wet screams jolt you back into your body, and for a moment that is all you see. Mikasa running towards him as he falls onto his back, clutching at his neck, the image growing clearer and clearer, bigger and bigger, as she pins him down with a boot to a shoulder and a sword in two hands, poised to plunge through his throat. Blood spreads over the floor as his gargled screams, wretched and raw, scratch the heavens.

It is then you move.

Your feet slap against the stone as you lift the sling off your neck and toss it aside. Heart pumping, ears roaring, you don’t recognize what you’re doing until your hands are on Mikasa’s shoulders and you’re wrenching her off with a force you cannot recognize you muster. A burning ignites in your chest, spreading through your entire body, engulfing your heart until it sputters out flames.

For a moment, there is nothing; no colour, no blood, no sound. Only pure instinct and your best friend about to die. 

“Bertholdt!”

Mikasa lets out a infuriated scream, blades flashing in the grey sunlight as she’s thrown back and you whirl around. Frozen over Bertholdt’s body, your eyes meet widened, bloodshot eyes and you whisper his name, fragile and full of broken glass just as the sound of footsteps patter behind you. Turning, you watch as Mikasa’s arms shoot forward, her knuckles white around the hilt of her sword.

Your thighs seize and Bertholdt’s hand lifts weakly, just barely brushing your shin. His lips are moving but you can barely make out a word. Is he speaking? You can’t hear over the blood flowing out of his mouth. “St-stop—“ 

Your heart beats in your head, once… twice… waiting for your legs to bolt into action, for Mikasa to see you.

But she isn’t stopping—not even if you stand in her way, she’ll cut around you if she can but in her eyes, you see it. The one question even you don’t know the answer of anymore.

TRAITOR? TRAITOR? TRAITOR? TRAITOR?

You’re shoved out of the way and blood flashes across your face, landing in warm, steaming droplets. 

Falling aside against hard stone, your ribs explode in pain as Mikasa’s eyes widen. Her sword sinks deeper through Reiner’s eviscerated arm and she jumps back, releasing the blade with sharp, vicious breaths.

You struggle to your feet. Crackling yellow light burns into your irises yet you can only look into Reiner’s eyes as he stares through you, face resolute. 

You think the sight will haunt you for the rest of your days as he only looks at you, as unfeeling as he ever has. Maybe more honest than he’s ever been.

“Reiner!“ You lunge forward but arms hook underneath your own, hauling you back and you kick out your feet as his name is torn from your chest. “Reiner, no!”

“Stay back,” he whispers harshly, turning away, and you struggle to your feet, boots sliding along the stone.

“No…” The word comes out so quietly you think he hears your heart shatter. “No… you—you can’t be—They can’t be right about you. They can’t. I know you! This isn’t you!“

And somewhere, lingering in the back of your mind, is his voice, promising you: “I’ll break you first.”

He doesn’t answer as the clouds begin to gather above them, and you hear Armin scream as your gaze tears to Bertholdt who only stares at you in guilt, regret, fear. Tears trace down his skin, and your hand reaches out for him as Mikasa wrenches you back one final time.

“No! Let me go!”

The other Scouts run towards them but there is nothing anyone can do as lightning spirals down onto the wall and cracks the stone, striking Reiner and Bertholdt. Wind howls in your ears until your skin is burning from the cold, and debris flies past your face. Steam erupts, burning away the numbness as chips of stone fly at your face. Throwing up your arms, you feel shards dig at your skin as hot steam swarms you. Scalded, you let out a piercing shout as you fly back, Mikasa’s arms only tightening around you as they’re flung off the wall.

Activating her ODM gear, she manages to catch them both and you let out a choked groan when you stop abruptly, your shoulder screaming, your body on fire.

Grabbing the arm firmly around your waist, you plant your feet into the wall and look up as ribs sprout from thin air and dig into stone, cracking it easily. Your eyes begin to sting, from tears or from pain, you don’t know. A huge shape appears out of the steam that sears your face. 

Head swimming, you watch numbly as the blistering gales force them into stillness and the giant figure with glowing yellow eyes reaches for Eren.

.

Brushing the itch off your cheek, you adjust your grip on the sack of apples when you see Sasha standing there, packing her bag and you stop when she calls your name, watching for a moment.

“Hey.” 

“Hi,” you reply unsurely. You glance at the stables where you’re supposed to go to make sure your new steed is rested and well fed for their expedition. The past three months have passed in a strange sort of blur for you—whether it’s going to sleep late or waking up when the sun barely rises, sometimes both—you can’t recall ever being so alone. You don’t even remember the last time you spoke to any of your comrades outside of missions. Ever since the coup on the government, you’ve stayed out of the way. You helped mine the crystals from the Reiss Chapel cave, trained with the new Scout recruits, but you didn’t want to go out of your way to talk to them. 

After all, what is there to say? You saved Bertholdt’s life back on the Wall. Even if now it means his powers can be transferred, you hadn’t know that back then. You just didn’t want him to die.

 The blood of the Scouts lost getting back Eren is on your hands.

“Good luck on the mission,” Sasha says at length. You nod. “You could sit with us at the feast tonight.” Lips pulling back, you give her a fake smile. “We miss you.”

“Uh, no thanks, I’m not going,” you tell her. Sasha’s face falls and you look away, eyes fixing on the ground. “I don’t want to put a damper on your guys’ fun. Besides, I have some last minute preparation to do.“

“That’s a lie,” Sasha blurts, and your eyes snap to hers, but her eyebrows are arranged fiercely on her face, a warm determination burning in her eyes. “You’re acting just like you did when you first came to the cadet corps—we’re not strangers, you know? We don’t hate you.”

Your fingers tighten on the sack of apples you have in your hands. “Thanks, Sasha. That’s really nice of you, but I really have stuff to do.”

What you don’t say is that you find that hard to believe. With every waking second, you’re reminded of everything that’s happened. Preparing for the return of Shiganshina had only prompted another round of interrogative looks, whispers behind your back. You suppose you deserve it. Three years, and you’d been the closest to all three of them. What’s to stop you from being a fourth traitor?

There’s coincidence and then there’s correlation, and you’re more than aware of which side you fall on.

“It’s hard to kill your friends. We’re still with you. We understand—“

“I have to kill my family, Sasha. That’s who they are to me,” you murmur stonily, and Sasha’s eyes widen as you meet her gaze wretchedly. “I don’t want to go to the feast, but thanks for inviting me.” Again, quieter, softer, you tell her, “It was really nice of you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You turn to walk into the stables, and you find your horse near the back-middle in the right row of stalls. Horses lift their heads at your approach, and you sigh. This has always been a quiet place for you—horses don’t judge nearly as much as humans do. One of the steeds near the front nudges at your shoulder, and you smile to yourself, retrieving an apple for the stallion before moving on to your own horse.

A pretty dappled grey mare, she nickers at your approach and you reach up to scratch her ear before running your hand down her nose, stroking at the dark grey specks between wide black eyes. Leaning forward, you kiss her snout and she huffs against your cheek.

“Alright, alright.” Reaching into your bag, you retrieve another apple and she lips at the fruit before taking a bite and you smile when she drops it to the ground by your feet, a huge chunk taken out the side. Bending over to pick it up, pangs collide with your chest when you see the juices dripping over the bright red peel.

The sound of hooves against the dirt catch your attention, and you look up, picking up the apple and straightening up again. As soon as you spot black, you already know whose horse it is.

“Captain Levi.” You dip your head to your superior as he passes you, leading his black steed back into the stall next to yours, and he only gives you a brief surveying look. You feed the apple back to your mare.

“I heard you were visting Leonhart earlier today,” he says, pulling the door open and his horse walks in dutifully, turning around so Levi can take the harnesses off.  

Dipping your head, you hold the back tight in one fist and reach to cup your horse’s cheek, stroking the underside of her jaw to her delight. “Yes, sir.”

“She crack?”

“No, sir.”

He hums, as if he expected as much. Your shoulders drop. You know you shouldn’t relax, around Captain Levi especially, but the first month after the revelation of Reiner and Bertholdt had left the captain as your principal babysitter just to make sure nothing was out of sorts with you. 

It meant you had to sleep in separate quarters as the rest of the Scouts, was on Levi’s beck and call with tea, medicine, food, whatever he needed while in the office or otherwise. You had to force him to sleep a couple of times, and although you weren’t in the mood to be persistent, it still nagged at you until the month was up and Levi told you to stop following him.

“I could read out the report I wrote to Erwin for you, if you’d like,” he had said dryly. “Quiet, keeps to herself. Complies nearly to a fault—a model officer of the Survey Corps. Which is what you are. You’re not a caretaker or an administrative assistant. Now stop taling me like a lost duckling and get to work.”

You shake your head and sigh, extending the bag to Levi. “Does he want an apple, sir?” He eyes the bag apprehensively before taking it, pulling the bag open and extracting another gorgeous red apple. Lifting it to his horse, he hands the bag back to you as your horse nestles her head against your chin and you smile to yourself at the warmth emanating from her. 

She must be able to sense whatever’s off about you. Holding her head close, you kiss her quickly before stepping back but she lets out an impatient whinny, neck stretching to bump her nose against your cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you whisper. “Get some sleep, girl.” Scratching underneath her chin, you turn to look at Captain Levi who eyes you for a moment, then gestures for you to follow to the back where the tack room is.

“I know what the stakes are for you, but you’re not the only one who is putting everything on the line here,” he says and you nod as he hangs up the leather harness before washing his hands. “Whatever happens, happens. We don’t have time to dissect your guilt over tea anymore.”

“With all respect, Captain, I just don’t think it’s wise for me to come.”

“Commander Erwin thinks differently.” You nod again and Levi meets your stare, flinging off the wet on his hands before grabbing a clean towel and wiping himself off. “We need all the soldiers we can get to reclaim Shiganshina for humanity. That includes you—no matter what your ties are to the enemy. You aren’t having doubts, are you?”

“No, sir.” You swallow, throat bruised. “I’m just scared the moment I look into their eyes, I’ll hesitate. And it’s not because they’re humans,” you add quickly. “Had my fair share of human bloodshed during the coup, but I should be angry, right? I should be so fucking mad, and I think I am, but mostly, I just want them back. There has to be something wrong with me.”

“I’m not here to psychoanalyze you,” he tells you. “But nothing’s wrong with you. You’re probably more sane than most idiots who join the Survey Corps.” Eyes widening, you meet Levi’s impassive stare, but he only continues, “Get something to eat tonight, then get some sleep. This is your nerves talking.”

“Yes, sir.”

With that, he nods to you once more before hanging the towel up and walking past, out the stables. Looking down, your eyes find the sack of apples still in your hand and you lift it up, peering inside. Taking one out, you set the bag inside and head over to the sink nearby, washing the fruit off before looking up at the mirror hanging on the wall.

Closing your eyes, you take a bite and the sweet juices explode in your mouth. Smiling faintly to yourself, you can almost imagine a pair of lips teasing at the corner of your mouth and your heart aches when you realize you can barely remember what it’s like to kiss him.

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Two / Mocha

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader

Summary: Javier learns his fate. You take him out to that dinner you promised.

W/C: 2.8k

Warnings: language, mentions of food, tooth-rotting fluff. I mean it. 

A/N: HI FRIENDS if you can’t already tell from my blog, I LOVE red velvet cake and this chapter is highly self indulgent. This fic is so near and dear to me because I really relate to the reader and put more of myself in her than I do others. I hope you guys enjoy!!!

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Mocha: espresso, steamed milk, and chocolate. Beloved for the sweet taste.

To his surprise, Javier didn’t get fired. In fact, they didn’t even mention Los Pepes. He walked in there, sweating bullets and filled with anxiety and caffeine, only to learn that they weren’t the review board. They were operations, and asked Javier what he knew about the Calí cartel. Afraid it was a trap, he didn’t answer, until the man across from him cracked a smile and told him about his new assignment.

“Your work with Escobar and the Medellín cartel was unconventional, but we needed it. If you’ll accept our offer, we’d like to assign you to Calí to head the investigation into their cartel.”

Javier’s brain froze in shock. He was wordless, staring blankly ahead and furrowing his brow. After a few moments, he mustered out all that he could. “You’re serious?”

“Yes, Agent Peña. With the assignment would additionally come a raise in pay and rank, as well as-”

He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll take it.”

“We haven’t finished the offer-”

“I’ll take it, sir. Thank you,” he said, nodding.

“Well… take this,” he said, making Javier stand from the chair across from the room and take the file from his hands. “This is the information you’ll need, including your new pay and details. We are asking that you take at least some of your banked vacation time. You have several months of it, Peña. Our code requires that-” 

Javier’s fully aware of this policy. Use it or lose it. Unfortunately, he’d never had much time or want for vacation while chasing Escobar. What would he do? “Yeah, give me a month off,” he said mindlessly as he opened the file and scanned over the front page, in utter disbelief. He registered his surroundings after a second and looked up. “You won’t regret it, sir. Thank you,” he says and shakes the man’s hand before leaving the room.

Now, Javier stands at a payphone outside of the embassy, dialing your number in his pocket. When you pick up and ask who’s there, he laughs happily. “They didn’t fire me!”

“Congratulations,” you laugh as you realize it must be Javier. “What all happened?”

“I actually got promoted,” he admits, the adrenaline and caffeine rushing through his bloodstream. “It was absolutely crazy. They didn’t even mention Los Pepes or anything, just-”

“Are you ready for me to pick you up now?” You ask, cutting him off. “You can tell me the rest over some food. You need it. You didn’t eat that muffin I brought you.”

“What are you, my mother?” He asks dryly, but he’s too excited to be too annoyed. “No, I’ll head back to the hotel. Pick me up in 30 minutes?”

“Sounds great. Congratulations, Javier,” you tell him, grinning into the receiver. 

“Call me Javi.”

“Okay… Javi,” you say, biting your lip to hold back from giggling. “I’ll see you then.”

There’s a click and the phone line goes dead. You start giggling happily, flopping back onto the couch. Javier makes his way to the hotel, smiling. He lights up a cigarette, sighing at the way the warmth of the lighter contrasts the cold and snowy air. 

-

Holy fuck. You’re going on what could possibly be considered a date with a really hot guy and you need to get dressed, quick. You hurry around your tiny apartment, throwing on something nice-looking and messing with your hair. You spritz on some perfume, straighten yourself in the mirror, and rush out to the street. 

Georgetown is beautiful in the snow, you smile to yourself, but you wince as you realize the snow might slow you down. Your car is a piece of shit, you have to admit, but you love it. Her name is Whitney, in honor of Whitney Houston, and you beg and plead with her to behave as you make your way to Javier’s hotel. 

The radio plays some music quietly, and a handsome dark-haired man stands outside of the hotel, smoking a cigarette when you arrive. You flash your high-beams at him and he smiles as he puts out the cigarette and tosses it in the trash. “Hi,” you almost sing as he gets in the car. “Are you a hugger?”

“Am I a what?” He frowns and asks, looking at you. 

“Do you like hugs?” You ask, as if it’s obvious.

“I… don’t really receive many. They’re nice, I guess,” he shrugs as he looks you up and down quickly. “You look beautiful, by the way,” he tells you.

Warmth collects in your chest at his words. “Well, thank you. And I ask because I wanted to give you a hug of congratulations. I’m a big hugger,” you shrug a little and tilt your head as you look at him. He looks nice, in a button-up and those tight jeans you saw him in earlier.

A car honks behind you and you jump, awkwardly waving behind you and taking off so the next car can drive up to the hotel. Javier chuckles a little. “Well… I do like hugs, I guess. No one has ever asked me that.”

You look at him briefly, with confusion in your eyes, before they find the road again. “What a sad, sad life,” you chuckle. “I suppose. Are you… like, recently single? Did you date when you were in Colombia?” You ask innocently.

Javier exhales in a light chuckle. “No, never really had a relationship. Lots of flings,” he admits, finding that to be the best word to describe his situation. “But no relationships.”

You nod along, eyes scanning the road as you drive to dinner. “I see.”

“How about you?” He asks, wanting to deflect the attention from himself. That seems to be a common theme with him, you’ve noticed. All the conversations center around you, no matter how hard you try to talk about him. 

“Well, no. I haven’t really gone out much or done anything, really. I’m a bit of a homebody, but once I’m out I enjoy it. Problem is you can’t find a date from the couch.”

You reach the restaurant not much later, parking outside. You get out after chatting a little more, and Javi is taken by surprise when you wrap your arms around him in a big hug. “Uh, hi?” He laughs. He instinctively returns it, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed to his. He hasn’t had anything so tender in a long time. 

“I told you, it’s a congratulatory hug!” You say with a grin as you squeeze him then break away. “I’m happy for you.”

He smiles down at you. “I… thank you. That was nice.”

“Well, there’s plenty more where that came from,” you tell him and lead him inside, opening the door and heading into the restaurant. 

-

Javier is a fantastic conversationalist. He tells stories with his hands, vividly explaining stories from the chase for Escobar. He tells you of his partner, Steve, and his crazy methods; about Colonel Carillo, who he still thinks is one of the strongest men he’s ever met; of Stechner, who you already want to gut-punch if you ever meet. 

You watch him and admire the way his eyes dart about when he’s telling a story, the way he draws maps on the table with his fingers that you have no hope of understanding. 

The food is great but the company is better. Javier’s laugh is a beautiful sound, one rarely heard by others. He listens to you just as attentively, smiling as you talk about the coffee shop, about Georgetown, all of your life. 

By the end of the night, it’s easy to declare that you really, really like Javier. You like the way his lips quirk up in a smile, his intelligence and humor. You don’t want the night to end, truly. 

When the bill comes, he takes it before you can even try. “Hey, I told you I was paying as a congratulatory dinner,” you frown. 

“That can be another dinner,” he says mindlessly as he signs the receipt. “I always pay on the first date.”

“Oh, is that what this is?” You beam at him, tilting your head, eyes twinkling. 

He smiles as he looks up at you. “I was thinking it was. I have at least a month off work now, to be wherever I want and I have nothing to do. I’d like to properly take my time to get to know you,” he offers, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. 

“It seems like nothing about you is proper, Javi,” you tease and sip your drink, quirking an eyebrow. 

He mirrors you, sipping his drink too. “That’s fair. But we’re in the nation’s capital, I suppose we should be a little more…”

You look at him and try to fill in the blank, smiling. “Practical? Traditional?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know what I meant to say there.”

You chuckle a little. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I like the sound of that.”

-

After dinner, you give Javier a little tour of Georgetown through the windows of your crappy car. The snow from earlier in the day has collected, dusting the tops of window sills and awnings over shop entries. Despite the snow, the car thermometer reads that it’s somewhat warm for the time of year.

There’s one warm little place with glowing lights. Despite the hour of night, it’s clearly open. Javier asks what it is. “Oh, that’s a little bakery,” you comment. “My favorite place, honestly. Their red velvet cupcake is fantastic.”

“That sounds good. I like chocolate more, to be honest,” he comments. 

You continue driving for a few seconds, rolling your eyes. “They have a good one there, but it’s so one-dimensional. It’s just chocolate with chocolate on top. Red velvet is the best because you have the cake and the tangy frosting, and-“

“Pull over?” Javier asks, and you look at him in confusion but pull into a parking spot obediently and quickly. 

Your eyes are wide in confusion. “What?” You ask him, concerned that something is wrong with the car. 

“I’m buying you dessert,” he chuckles and gets out. 

Your heart falls then and there for him. If you haven’t already decided, now you know that there’s no turning back. You want Javier Peña with a passion. “Jesus Christ, you could’ve told me that,” you laugh and turn off the car, getting off and bounding behind him. His long legs have already made strides ahead of you, leaving you to catch up. 

“You wouldn’t have stopped, would you?” He asks, the gentle snow leaving white flakes on his dark coat. He looks so pretty like this, the warm light from inside the bakery glowing against his dark hair. 

You roll your eyes but you’re smiling. “No, maybe not.” He opens the door for you and you thank him and follow him in. 

Javier walks to the counter and wastes no time. “Hi. I’ll take two red velvet cupcakes and two large coffees. How do you take yours?” He asks you as you join him at his side. 

“From my café,” you tease him, before turning to the woman behind the counter with a polite smile and asking for two sugars and two creams. Javier asks for his black. 

The two of you step back while she gets your order ready and you look at him, smiling a little. There are still soft white flakes in his wavy hair, which are slowly melting into water drops. 

You don’t know it, but he’s looking at you just the same. He admires you, smiling a little, just enough the quirk up one side of his mouth. “Thanks for buying,” you tell him and step a little closer. He’s warm, you can feel it radiating off of him, and the shop’s blasting cool air throughout. 

“Like I said,” he chuckles. “I always buy on the first date.” He reaches out to tuck a strand of your stray hair behind your ear. “Would you want to come up to my hotel room to eat the cupcakes?” He offers. 

You shake your head. “I work early tomorrow morning, I shouldn’t.”

Normally, Javier would be disappointed. Normally, he’d want to fuck you on the first date, leave you screaming his name until you can’t help but come back for more. But to his surprise, he doesn’t mind. He has a whole month to be with you, a whole month to fall for the woman he’s already half-lovesick over. “Not a problem,” he nods and walks to the counter as the woman calls that your order is ready. 

He hands you a large coffee, and you take a sip of the warm liquid, sighing. “There’s a little shelter out there,” you say, pointing to a bench with an awning above it to keep it clear from the snow. “Do you want to eat them out there?”

Javier half-smiles and nods. “That sounds good.”

It’s warm for the season, but there’s still a cool breeze. You hurry over and sit on the small bench, Javier sitting next to you. The sides of your thighs touch, and you’re both aware of it, the proximity this small bench forces you to squeeze into. Javier sets the box on his lap and opens it, revealing two red velvet cupcakes. “These look delicious.”

“They are,” you grin and pick one up, licking a bit of the frosting off the top and sighing in content with the taste. Javier watches you, and you’re suddenly very aware of the connotation. You look over at him with wide eyes, holding back a laugh. You both break down giggling at the action, your head falling against his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to do that like... that, I swear,” you shake your head as you sit up straight again. 

“You looked good doing it,” he teases you and bumps your shoulder as you unwrap the paper. “I’m going to save mine for later.”

You frown at him. “Come on. I have to be here when you try the best dessert of all time.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I’m too full. I’ll have it for breakfast tomorrow or something.”

“Javi,” you whine. “There’s no point of you getting two if we don’t eat them together. You have to eat it, come on.”

Javier looks over at your cupcake, which has one bite taken. “Let me take a little bite of yours then.”

An idea strikes and you nod. “Sure,” you say casually, holding it up for him to eat it. When he goes in to bite it, you move it closer to his face, causing the cupcake to smash into his chin and onto his nose.

Javier thinks he’s the one that missed. “Fuck,” he laughs as he crosses his eyes as he looks down at his nose, seeing the cupcake and frosting smeared on his face. He sees you giggling and laughs. “Hey, you didn’t… what the fuck?” He laughs, bringing his face close to yours. “That was uncalled for.”

“You were being a grump. I had to,” you giggle, your face naturally coming closer to his.

“And we don’t even have napkins,” he shakes his head and looks at you. “How can I clean this up?”

Tilting your head, your eyes dart between his, smiling at the dark brown color and the way they soften under your gaze. “I have an idea,” you murmur, cupping the side of Javier’s face and setting the mashed cupcake back in the box. 

Just a moment later, your lips are on his. His eyes have fallen shut and he sighs as you kiss him, a hand finding your waist and pulling you closer to him. He sets the box on the bench behind him and scoots closer, a hand on the side of your neck. 

He tastes like coffee and cream cheese frosting, his lips unbearably soft for such a hardened man. You soften him with your touch, when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. 

He’s in fucking Heaven, he thinks, murmuring your name against your lips. He knows you already, knows the kind of person you are. He’d figured you’d maybe give a chaste kiss on the first date if you liked the person enough. The voracity of your lips against his tells him you might just reciprocate the intensity of the deep ache in his ribs he feels for you. 

After a moment, you break away and smile softly. “I didn’t get all of it,” you frown as you see that there’s still some frosting on Javier’s nose. 

“At least now we match,” he teases and wipes your face of some red crumbs that transferred to your chin with the pad of his thumb. 

You giggle and press your forehead to his, the warmth of his body perfect against yours in the slight chill of the December night. “Will you come visit me at work again tomorrow?” You ask him. 

“Only if you make me a drink that tastes as good as you do.”

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