#in the way they just interact with each other idk. always hugging always patting him ... that's his little bro!

[stewyhosseini-bf]

they are literally brothers that's his little brother man!!!!!! you don't get it!!!!!!

[donutz]

Dogday x reader fluff alphabet[2/8]

—☆You are a smiling critter in this, if u want to know which one(but don't know what animal or insect to pick) you could start out as a sheep!

Affection(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

— VERY. One hug per day keeps the sadness away, he says.

— A hug, a kiss, hand holding, pats, scratches, laying on each other, slight brushes against each other, anything that has to do with touch he will love ^_^

— Loves showing any kind of affection, as long as you like it, he’ll do it

— His long language is definitely physical touch

— Plus he’s a dog! Dog’s love touch, most of the time!

Best friend(How would they be as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

— THE BEST FRIEND.

— He would cheer you up on your worst days!

— But if he can’t, he would try to communicate with you verbally or not

— “You don’t wanna talk?”

— You nod

— “That’s okay. Do you mean like speak out or..?”

— You nod

— “Oh ok! Uh, would it be okay if you talked on paper or do you just wanna be left alone?”

— And then it would go from there

— It would start with him talking to you first!

— He’d try to interact with you in many ways

— Wanna help with the kids? You wanna carry these boxes? Put away the toys? Anything to include you in it!

Cuddles(Do they cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

— Cuddle master

— Almost always cuddling, or some type of touch

— Especially if you're sad

— When you both are sleeping, you guys are always right next to each other

— If there are times that you don't want to, that's fine!

— But if it goes on for long he'll get a little sad :(

— And then he becomes touch starved

Domestic(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

— Dogday doesn't mind settling down, but he really likes playing around

— Like going ‘outside’

— He's wanted to see the outside for a long time.

— I'd think he'd be really good at cooking!

— Baking, not so much

— He's so quick with cleaning, I swear he can mop the floor of a mansion in 5 minutes 

— He also loves cleaning!!

Ending(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

— Uhhhh

— Uhhhhhhh😅😅

— 100% wouldn't do it himself

— It has to be for a really good reason

— His ears would be down, tail sunk to the floor, and have the saddest look on his face

— “... Angel, I need space.”

— And then he speeds away

Fiance(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

— Idk about commitment..

— I have no idea what Dogday's age is

— But if he's minor, like I said for the Catnap fluff alphabet, in the kiddy way, he wouldn't mind what time you'd want to get ‘married

— It's up to you!

Gentle(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

— He's very gentle!

— Very extroverted, but gentle

— When it comes to giving hugs, he squeezes but never too hard!

— He is also very gentle when it comes to emotions

— You're sad? He'll listen or be with you, you're angry? He'd listen too! If you want, you just wanna be mad at him? That's fine! He'll only take action if you start hurting him or people(or toys)

Hugs(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

— Y'all already KNOW!!!

— Hugs, at least one per day

— They are sooo comforting, especially since he has his vanilla scent

— Whenever you hug him first, he gets SOOO HAPPY.

— Tail wagging, widest smile, he's loving every second of it

I love you(How fast do they say the L-word?)

— “I love you Angel!” Out of nowhere

— It catches you off guard, a lot

— One time all the critters were playing truth or dare

— And KickinChicken said, “Dogday! I dare you to say I love you to our lovely sheep!!”

— “I LOVE YOU.”

— Everybody went silent and then Dogday started up the game again

Jealousy(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

— He rarely gets jealous, it's barely ever happens

— The only way he could if someone's getting WAYYY too touchy

— “Hello! Could you give us a sec?”

— Then he takes you and goes wherever that's not near the person

Kisses(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

— Very loving and lovely

— You can tell he puts so much love into his kisses

— He likes kissing you on the forehead and cheek

— He tells(asks) you to close your eyes when he gives you forehead kisses

— He doesn't want you to be terrified at the darkness you'll see

— Would love receiving kisses anywhere

— Secretly would love getting kisses on his ears

Little ones(How are they around children?)

— Not in the making kids way, by the way I'm going to make fluff alphabets of all the critters

— And for the little ones section it will never be about having kids with the critters

— But as he does, taking care of the orphans, he is fantastic at taking care of them!

— He’s the one to cheer them up! The one who’d play games with them! The one who’d give them bandaids whenever they got hurt!

— 10/10 babysitter

Morning(How are mornings spent with them?)

— “Good morning Angel!”

— Every day.

— He usually asks if you slept well or if you had any dreams, or (hopefully not) nightmares

Night(How are nights spent with them?)

— Absolute cuddle bug

— If someone were to see you two he’d get pretty embarrassed

— If you’re not sleeping on top of each other, you’re holding hands at least

— He also says, “Goodnight Angel! Have sweet dreams!”

— And yes, it’s every time you two have to go to bed

Open(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

— He would, only if you asked him to

— Sometimes he brings up personal stuff without realizing it

— Then he goes, “Anyways!” or, “Nevermind!”

— It’s really concerning

— He’d reveal things slowly but surely

— He’d be really nervous talking about it though

Patience(How easily angered are they?)

— He barely gets angry at you!

— Most likely will never get mad at you

— He has never gotten mad at you.

— He will never get mad at you ^_^

Quizzes(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

— Remembers almost everything

— Sometimes he can forget

— But he always remembers the important things(in his words)

— He does remember the smaller details too!

— But he sometimes forgets

— He makes notes just in case so he doesn’t forget

Remember(What is their favorite moment in the relationship?)

— His favorite moment was when you gave him a big hug after he got his legs back

Security(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

— He isn’t scary protective but he can be protective

— Like hero protective

— “Don’t worry Angel! I got this!” head ahh

— He’d protect you in any way he could! But if it gets physical he tries to calm down the situation

— He’d use his body and hold his arms out, like how a little kid does it when protecting their friend or something

Try(How much efforts would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

— Too much effort

— Jk jk!!

— He puts in as much effort as he can

— ‘Dates’ go however you want them to go!

— It’s your choice! Unless you really can’t or don’t want to then he’ll do it himself! No worries!

— “It’s our anniversary!”

— “:O”

— “I know right?! I’m so happy!”

— Puts so much effort and love into his gifts, it’s usually your favorite things

— On Valentines day he gave you a box of chocolates

— Obviously, he’d put a lot of effort into everyday tasks

Ugly(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

— Honestly it depends on how you think, because if you find it annoying when someones happy all the time, or you can tell when someone is trying to constantly trying to cheer you up and you find it annoying then yeah

— It’s not an ugly habit but it depends on how you think

Vanity(How concerned are they with their looks?)

— I do not give one fuck, two fuck, red fuck, blue fuck, yellow fuck ^_^

Whole(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

— Yes.

Xtra(A random headcanon for them.)

— Whenever he sees you he gets very happy

— His tail starts wagging and his eyes light up

Yuck(What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

— Nothing! He loves you!

— As long as you’re not truly negative, as in you mean what you say if you insult him or something

Zzz(What is a sleep habit of there's?)

— Probably snores, very loud, every time.

— But you always wake up with him on you or right next to you so I guess that defeats his snoring

[hyenasheep]

Brainstorming random general Junkrat headcanons that i consider as an official canon at this point

I wrote this at 4 am cough

- mother issues, and not in the kinky way but like really bad espresso depresso mother issues. He's like a newborn duck who thinks that anything that comes near to him is his mother (also based of his voice lines i think he was an only child and probably lived only with his mom)

- he doesn't care about what he's wearing, dress, pants, skirts, like he's able to walk around in anything that isn't tight or scratchy

- he sees Roadhog as his father figure/older brother and they just kinda adopted each other without the paperwork (ALSO pls don't take this like I'm trying to shittalk on ppl who ship them, this is just my personal view on their relationship so pls don't yell at me or I'm gonna cry ;-;)

- you can't tell me that my boy doesn't have adhd and ptsd, like C'mon

- he's on aro/ace spectrum, he spend his entire life in wasteland so he's rather looking for family and friends than partner, at least not just a quick flirting etc.

- but I can also see him that something like a personal space doesn't exist for him (he's extremely hungry for any physical touch like someone hug him already holy hell) i feel like he doesn't really understand social interactions (kinnie moment) . Idk how to describe it but like imagine he would randomly walk to you and gave you flowers or smth, just trying to be friendly not realizing smn could interpret it differently

- but also he has no idea what flirting is, like u could hit on him for months and he would be for the entire time like :) 🧍‍♀️"love ya too mate" while patting your head

- he actually can draw pretty well, like the concepts he drew for his bombs etc? He has such a clean lineart holy shit

- hardcore/trash punk and kpop/classic 2000s pop, nothing else.

- literally the biggest fan boy (a little meow meow u can say), Lucio? listens to his music non-stop, Hammond? has his stuffed animals and signed peg leg, Junker Queen? gosh, if he doesn't have at least one lunch box with her, I'm throwing hands than

- the pokémon sodas edition, he would love them, cherishem them, worship them, like if he loves pachimari u can't tell me he wouldn't love strawberry yagult pink soda with Mew on the can

- he's losing his hearing so he uses hearing aids (that he made himself ofc), also him and roadhog know sign language and using it pretty oftenly, during missions, when Junkrat's having a panic attack etc.

- so like ppl say he's egoistic but i think there's a huge difference between his ego and Junker Queens ego, she's very confident and sure about her role/look/skill etc. While Junkrat is more self-ironic and tries to hide that he is actually pretty insecure about pretty much everything

- can speak fluently many languages which always throws everyone off , like he just randomly starts speaking Chinese fluently in a middle of meeting or something, and everyone arevlooking at him like 🧍‍♀️

- shitty phantom pains, he may know how to build his prosthetics from a literal garbage but has no idea when it comes to take care of himself so he just curles up into a ball and sobbs

- he and Roadhog give each other manicures at least once a month, that's the only thing he can actually take care of

- unhealthy addiction to coffee and sweets (someone should take away the coffee machine he has in the workshop) (his teeth are rotten at this point)

- his sleep is more broken than the queuing system (haha funny), usually sleeping like 3 hours per day, that's why the coffee addiction

- if u would show him any kind of love he would start stuttering while trying to come up with smth funny, blushing, sweating and sit on the ground and think about life for the next 30 mins cuz of how much he's not used to being praised

- also my man is a huge emotional wreck, he's getting new emotion every 5 seconds

- honestly i can't decide if the only thing he ever read was a recipe on frozen dumplings or if he's the biggest nerd u can imagine who's walking around with Franz Kafka or Sigmund Freud while sipping his boba tea

- he's missing an eye - I read the theory that he doesn't have an eye and that his fake eye is actually the real treasure with a code or smth, and omg, im obsessed, yes, my boy is like a cool mad max pirate, absolutely canon, at least it would connect him to some actual lore in the story, he's just wobbling around for last 6 years just give him something already;-;

- he likes comics, i just think he likes to inconspicuously steal a new issue of Batman whenever they're pulling a heist

- you know those French toasts that are basically just normal bread soaked in condensed milk? that's his ass

[realreulbbrband]

Fave Victoria ships and why

Don’t do this to me….

Ok so this might just be like an internal thing, but I’ve always been drawn to unpopular ships or not very thought about one’s when I’ve been in a fandom for a while. Idk why I’m just always drawn to them?

anyway currently my favorite would probably have to be Mistoria, because like literally yesterday I was watching the 1990 Paris boot just for them and taking notes and while I was taking the notes it sort of hit me why they had this appeal to me and that was just the storyline I managed to peace together from them.

big explanation ramble undercut but yknow I know I’m pretty much alone with this ship so might as well. Also, sorry If this answer took long, I wrote a god damn book.

Victoria's solo and the invitation to the Jellicle Ball mark an important introduction into their relationship. Mistoffelees makes a particularly nice gesture as he steps aside, making way for Victoria to shine before entering the pipe. As if to give her that last bit of encouragement this is the night she’ll come of age after all. It's a simple but endearing gesture that shows how much he cares for her. Because he truly admires Victoria and appreciates her performances, Mistoffelees is not watching her from behind because he’s worried she’ll trip but  rather  because he loves to see her flourish in her element.

After Victoria's solo, she momentarily gazes at the moon, contemplating the night ahead. Just then, she hears the pitter patter of  Mistoffelees arriving, ready to dance with her. She has a little “oh!” moment and it’s so adorable. 

One aspect that deeply resonates with me is how Mistoffelees and Victoria can support and uplift each other. Mistoffelees, being a natural people pleaser, constantly strives to impress and gain recognition. This drive is evident in his competitive nature during the ball dances and his longing for more prominent roles, such as in 'Gumbie Cat' (where he is only assigned to be one of the mice and a beetle) and 'Bustopher Jones' (where Skimble intentionally creates distance between Mistoffelees and Bustopher, barely allowing him to wave at Bustopher, which leads to Mistoffelees' desire to snag Bustopher's tail). Mistoffelees yearns for validation and aims to prove his worth at every opportunity. Even during the first two Macavity scares, he remains on stage, visibly restless, compelled by his insatiable need to contribute and do more.

Victoria, in contrast, exudes a self-assuredness and doesn't feel the need to constantly prove herself. She embraces her true self and recognizes her own worth without seeking external validation. This confidence is evident in her unapologetic authenticity, as seen during Tugger's number where she confidently swoons and engages in floorwork dancing. Furthermore, when Grizabella first arrives and interrupts the 'Tugger dance party,' Victoria is one of the last cats to stop dancing, showing her ability to stay in the moment and remain true to herself, regardless of what others are doing around her.

Additionally, Victoria's interactions with others appear to be less touch-oriented compared to her interactions with Mistoffelees. (she does have a few moments here and there like hugging old Deuteronomy but really everyone is trying to get some old D affection) She displays hesitancy when it comes to physical contact with others, even during moments like Tugger's number. Instead, she chooses to express herself through well…feeling herself. However, in contrast, she warmly welcomes Mistoffelees' touch after her solo as he does those pats along her legs and during their pas de deux. This embrace symbolizes a significant moment of trust and deep connection between them.

The pas de deux lift is undeniably poignant. While Mistoffelees physically lifts Victoria, their connection goes beyond physicality . Her mere presence and their shared bond uplift him emotionally. It's a moment where they both shine, they’re both lifting each other because it’s their moment.

In summary, Mistoria in the Paris 1990 production of Cats embodies a complete and fulfilling storyline for me. The sweet moments, the unexpected connection, and their mutual upliftment make it an enchanting and memorable portrayal. I will forever cherish the magic of Mistoria in that particular rendition Mistoria, the relationship between Mistoffelees and Victoria in Cats, captivates me like no other pas de deux pairing. It offers a full circle storyline that I find lacking in Victoria's other interactions. Let me explain why.

opting for self-expression through movement and floorwork. However, she warmly welcomes Mistoffelees' touch after her solo and during their pas de deux. This embrace represents a significant moment of trust and connection between them.

Despite their differences, they find a beautiful balance in their relationship. Mistoffelees' unwavering love and support for Victoria encourages her to embrace her true self even more, while Victoria's self-assurance and general positive nature inspires Mistoffelees to believe in himself more and find his own worth beyond seeking validation from others. It's a symbiotic connection where they both grow and flourish together, bringing out the best in each other.

The pas de deux lift is undeniably poignant. While Mistoffelees physically lifts Victoria, their connection goes beyond the physical realm. Her mere presence and their shared bond uplift him emotionally. It's a moment where they both shine, supporting and inspiring one another.

In summary, Mistoria in the Paris 1990 production of Cats embodies a complete and fulfilling storyline for me. The sweet moments, the unexpected connection, and their mutual upliftment make it a memorable portrayal. I will forever cherish the magic of Mistoria in that particular rendition.

Anyways them <3

[delugguk]

tonight

pair: jungkook x reader

genre: drabble, pining.

word count: 765

note: something random that came to my mind Idk what is this loool

“Don’t look at me like that”

"Like how?"

Your eyes narrow as you look at him, “That.”

You can’t keep meeting him like this because it's wrong. you shouldn’t even engage with him at all but why is it so hard and why does he always stares at you as if you were his?

You weren’t dating but this was just.. pure attraction right? Had fucked only twice with a posiblity of a third doesn't meant anything, right? ㅡ it's just something about that last hook up with him that seemed to have shifted one thing inside of you. Not quite knowing how to point that feeling out on your system, really got you thinking. Maybe it wasn't only you feeling this way! He started to act mellow, even cheesy around you too. Everytime you two interacted, people around you thought you dated. Was it that weird? Friends do not kiss each other but you both weren't just some regular friends. Gosh, you don't even know what type of relationship this was, because you shouldn't even interact with him.

Ugh. It was all so confusing but now without even noticing, you were lying on his bed with him resting on top of your lap, looking at you with those gorgeous puppy eyes and he looked so pretty too. He always stared at you so attentively, it was hard to not lean closer to steal him a lingering kiss that you know it will for sure burn your insides.

“You keep making those lovey-dovey eyes at me.” You begin to speak.

He softly chuckles. “lovey-dovey? what do you mean? I always look at you like this.” And his gaze intensifies. He for sure wanted you to combust.

“Exactly!” You affirm.

“ButㅡI-” he suddenly panics. “I meanㅡI didn’t mean it like that l- ugh, whatever.”

It definitely makes you laugh. He was very cute sometimes.

Without giving you time to tell him it was okay, he immediately goes up and walks towards the kitchen, excusing himself to go grab some juice. But his tone was rather cold than his usual warmth. It made you feel dumbfounded for a couple of seconds, he was definitely embarrased, maybe upset? The way he reacted was a bit sudden and weird.. Was he annoyed? You get up while thinking all of these things and it makes you laugh at yourself and his sudden, strange reaction.

“Jungkook, come on.. let’s cuddle.” You approach him by hugging him softly from behind and your chin trying to catch his shoulder but it's a complete failure.

“Oh, now you want to cuddle.” He rolls his eyes while taking a sip of his usual, midnight cup of milk.

“Why are you so mad.. I don’t understand it.” A noticeable pout by him forms on your lips knowing damn well how he can't resist when you do thatㅡThat being his weakness, he thought about you being super cute right now and it made him hate how easily weak he was for you.

“You don't understand it?” Lowering his voice so only you could hear him (despite you two being alone at his place), his body fully turns towards you, facing the front of your body and his hands delicately hold your face to squish and caress your cheeks very, very softly.

“Maybe.. this is me trying to tell you something, silly.” He then suddenly flicks your head with his fingers making you -confusingly- furrow your eyebrows. It makes him laugh, "too bad you aren't seeing it, yet." Hands going back into holding your cheeks, squishing them.

“Whuat duio yiu maen??” You try to speak but his hands..

“Ah!” jungkook giggles and takes his hands off your face.

Touching your own cheeks afterwards, you repeatedly ask again. Clearer this time. “What does that even mean?”

But Jungkook just stares at you, smiling. Gently patting your head while saying, "you silly girl.." and then walks out of the kitchen without any other word.

What was happening?

If you thought you were confused a few seconds ago.. imagine how much more confused you are now! why was he acting so strange?

“Jungkook!" You call for him. "Where are you going? What does that ev-” Then he interrupts you by screaming from another room,

“didn’t you asked for cuddles?”.

Dumbfounded was the perfect word to describe this very moment.. After not responding for a few seconds he began to yell again,

“I won’t let you touch me if you don’t come over here now..”

And you swear you really couldn’t understand him sometimes but tonight? Maybe you could find out what he really meant by that.

[violettelueur]

ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS

| featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi ft. gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors but other than that n/a

| form : headcanons

| published : 14 december

| request : hi! could i pls get an order of hcs for itadori yuji and fushiguro megumi with a s/o who is their childhood and best friend that they liked for a long time now but neither of you acknowledged these feelings shrugging it off as just part of your close friendship including any and all interactions that could be pointed as romantic colored, until you two get into the jujutsu academy and a third party (gojo satoru) starts teasing you two into getting together? idk if that makes sense but thank you!

| barista’s notes : this will be the last one for tonight ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ and let me admit - i say this a lot to be honest - this isn’t really my best piece of work and i really do apologies for it ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ but i hope you enjoy this last cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) for the night (for me in the UK) and please come again soon!

ITADORI YUJI:

Due to the fact that you and Itadori have been best friends since childhood, you both knew each other extremely well like the back of your hand.

Both you and Itadori knew each other's families, favourite food, favourite activities, favourite manga/animes and many many more.

When you both were younger, you and Itadori would play many sports like track, football, basketball and many more causing people to be scared to verse you guys.

Between the both of you, you were the responsible one in the pair, always keeping him out of irresponsible situations as well as calming him down when he gets extremely angry.

However, it got a bit harder for you to do that once you had to go to Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, being far away from Itadori was something you wish you didn’t have to do at all - especially when you haven’t had the chance to confess your feelings to him after a long period of having a crush on him.

The same could be said for Itadori, he doesn’t know when or where, but he also had feelings for you ever since you both were kids - and to see you go all the way to Tokyo really hit him in the heart.

However, once Itadori got involved within the world of Jujutsu by consuming one of Sukuna’s fingers - you couldn’t help but feel extremely responsible about the whole thing but Itadori was extremely forgiving of you for not telling him about curses - he knows you were trying to protect him.

Over time, you had gotten used to the fact Itadori was with you at the college and helped him study and train to help him learn his new abilities.

This is when your teacher Gojo would tease the both of you and will constantly do so until you and Itadori will get fed up with him.

“Ah~ a study date? You guys are too cute!”

“Oya~ a training date? Don’t beat him too much Y/N~ you don’t want him to die before you confess to him~”

This will continue on and on causing both of you and Itadori to overthink about the whole situation - like does she/he like me as Gojo said? Would she/he reject me? What if it’s just me?

Then somehow, somewhere, you both would accidentally confess to each other at the same time - like simultaneously.

“I really like you Yuji!” “I like you Y/N!”

Ha?

HAAAAAAAAA?

There would be an awkward silence between the both of you before Itadori would lean in close to your face before asking “are you serious?” to which then he would pull you into a very tight hug with the most bright smile on his face as well as yours.

“Yeah, I am being serious Yuji, I really really really like you”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI:

Between you and Fushiguro, you both met when Gojo took him in after negotiation with the Zenin clan about him being sold to them.

You were quite shy when you first met him since you weren’t used to kids having the ability to see curses as well as manifesting curse energy like you - so to say you were somewhat suspicious of him, in the beginning, was an understatement (like I can imagine you hiding behind Gojo’s leg)

However, you also had to be the first one to make the first move and greet him since Fushiguro himself was somewhat also closed off - maybe you gave him a cookie or a sweet.

Over time, you and Fushiguro got closer and closer as you both grew up, to the point where you and him also went to the same middle school.

During this time, Fushiguro was known to be quite a delinquent and you were the only one that would tend his wounds somewhere outside the school grounds after running away from any teachers that were nearby or chasing after you.

“Ah, you need to stop getting into fights, Mimi, but since the bullying is going at an all-time low, I guess I’ll let you off ha?”

“Shut up”

I guess this is where you both started gaining feelings for each other - the fact that you genuinely cared about him was what made his heart flutter and that Fushiguro was protecting people was what settled it for you.

As time went on, you and Fushiguro were now in your first year at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College and that also meant that you were going to spend a lot more time together - that also meant you were going to spend a lot of time with a certain white-haired, crystal blue eyes shaman.

Whenever you and Fushiguro were alone together, Gojo would find you in the most awkward timings.

Like one time, he found you laying your head on Fushiguro’s lap sleeping, while he was scrolling on his phone while patting your head.

“Oya oya~ are you taking care of your girlfriend? That’s so sweet of you Megumi~”

Another situation would be when you both would be in a car and he would lay his head on your shoulder to rest up - but to also be closer to you.

“Ah Y/N~ Megumi~ you two look so cute, let me get a picture” and then he would pull out his phone and start taking multiple photos of the both of you.

It’s not really Gojo that persuades you guys to confess even though what he says does come into mind for the both of you - like are we actually cute? Would we make a cute couple? Do we act like one? 

Many many questions will be asked

How do both of you confess to each other? It is most likely when you and him are alone in his dorm room.

You would probably be laying your head on his lap while petting his divine dog - that you asked forced him to summon - that was laying his head on your stomach while Fushiguro was once again reading something from his phone 

“Mimi….you know….I really like you more than a friend since we were like kids,”

After that, you would turn to your side to look away from Fushiguro, not wanting to look at his reaction in case he chooses to reject you.

However, you would see his divine dog pop his nose with yours before feeling something on your temple, only to suddenly realise it was Fushiguro kissing your temple.

“I really like you to Y/N, since we were kids as well”

[monkeydlesbian]

at this point,,,i’m begging u,,fukunaga hcs😔 i love that funky little man sm i think it’s a problem

# FUKUNAGA HEADCANONS.

a/n: homie oh my dear GOD you just opened up the floodgates and i hope u know how to swim <3 with that being said, THANK YOU for giving me the opportunity to talk about the absolute love of my life!!! i am writing this author's note BEFORE i write these hc’s so there is absolutely no telling how long it will get. as always, i hope you enjoy and i hope you have a wonderful day! i am insane!

warnings: none!

GENERAL HEADCANONS:

where to start with this funnyman dear God.

fukunaga shouhei is a joy to be around, even if he doesn’t talk much and even if he laughs at his own jokes and even if it looks like he never blinks (perceptive king).

his company is really the best, like when you facetime a friend and you’re just doing your own things with each other there.

i wouldn't say he's necessarily an introvert, but he can be awkward in social settings at times which i’d say is normal for the average human being.

for some reason i feel like fukunaga is the person that’s always breaking that uncomfortable silence in a room full of people at the beginning of the night, but he never really gets the credit for it and just stays silent the rest of the time if that makes sense???

idk but i am obsessed with him.

anyways.

fukunaga strikes me as the type of person who just loves laughter.

he loves hearing laughter, being the cause of it, laughing himself.

it is my personal belief that fukunaga never EVER looks jokes up, he’s always just thinking funny things in that brain of his and i really love him for that oh my god.

the first time someone actually indulges him in one of his funny thoughts, he will immediately perk up and he might blush a little bit, depending on who it is.

another thought of mine is that post-timeskip he becomes WAY more confident in his interactions with people, like he's always sure that what comes out of his mouth is going to make you laugh.

“funny guys are dangerous. they make you laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh then BOOM. you’re naked.”

yeah that's fukunaga.

when fukunaga does happen to talk, it’s so easy to flow into a conversation and he's honestly just a really soothing person to be around.

he always listens when you’re talking and his attention is on you the whole time.

he’s the type of person that is nodding along with what you're saying and responding to you even if you get talked over :((( (so precious i'm gonna cry).

another random thought but i feel like fukunaga giggles?? i don't know but i feel like he barely ever lets out loud laughter and instead just giggles PLEASE i love him.

this got so long but TLDR; fukunaga is a funny, considerate, and sweet person to talk to and be around and everyone should love him. thank you.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS:

SCREAMS at this part because fukunaga is all i could ever want in a partner.

he can cook, he’s funny, he’s a little weird, and dear GOD i know his paycheck is FAT post-timeskip. comedian and part-time chef KING!

not to mention he is actually very handsome and cute as all hell. if you think fukunaga is ugly then i am so sorry for you.

to be honest, i don't think fukunaga will be like wound up or rowdy or anything in your relationship, like a secret sort of thing.

he’s still gonna be fukunaga, the slightly awkward and cheeky and funny guy that you came to love in the first place.

he’s not much for grand gestures in a relationship, but he’s showing you how much he loves you by cooking for you, giving you company, doing your laundry for you; basically anything that would make your life easier, he's doing it.

fukunaga isn't really touch starved or anything, but that doesn’t mean he won't absolutely relish the times the two of you do get to be physically close.

(the following bullet point is courtesy of seal anon, love u bae <3)

while fukunaga won’t drown you in a hug the minute he sees you or loom over your shoulders constantly, he does like to hold onto you in small and more subtle ways.

he likes to play with your fingers a lot, give you small kisses on your temple as he passes by, maybe even a little pat on the booty if he’s feeling bolder than usual.

one of his favorite things is to see you wrapping your arms around one of his, your cheek squished on his shoulder as you watch him cook dinner.

then he's teasing you about being clingy, about how you can get enough of him, but deep down he really couldn't ask for anything less.

being domestic with you is also another thing that stirs up the love he has for you inside his heart.

at the beginning of your relationship, the first time you spent the night at his apartment, you had forgotten to pack your sleep shirt, so he just let you use an old t-shirt of his.

he had to pinch himself the moment you walked out of the bathroom in his shirt, your own sweatpants hung low on your hips.

even now, you still tease him about the literal hearts in his eyes but he can’t find it in himself to bite back when he sees you smile and giggle at the memory.

another thing about fukunaga is that he loves you without shame!!

even if he is a little more on the quieter side, everyone around the two of you knows just how much fukunaga loves you in the way he listens to you and the way he cares about the things you care about.

kids love this mf so much it’s ridiculous. your little cousins are always climbing on his legs and begging him to tell knock-knock joke after knock-knock joke.

and it’s like he never ever gets tired of them either, probably tens of thousands of knock-knock jokes in his arsenal to entertain them with.

your aunt is so damn embarrassing with the way she tells him he would be such an amazing father, sending you looks, if you’re picking up what i'm putting down.

one very self-indulgent thought of mine is that he LOVES to tease you.

whether he’s tickling you, picking fun at you, or whispering something a little less than innocent in your ear,,, he’s always trying to tease the living hell out of you.

like i said before, i hc fukunaga as someone who got way more confident post-timeskip, so some of the things he says will catch you SO off guard it’s not even funny.

that could have gone into nsfw territory but i had to physically restrain myself.

TLDR; fukunaga as a partner is someone who isn’t going to be necessarily doting or clingy, but he will cherish you with everything he has and does everything he can for you to make your life as joyful as possible! he loves you so much and will show you every day!

BONUS SCENARIO (i’m insane):

You close your book fairly quickly when you hear the sizzling of the skillet come from inside of the kitchen. Jumping up from the couch, you slide on the wooden floor as you make your way to your boyfriend who somehow managed to sneak by you without a sound. You smile when you see Fukunaga standing there, in front of the stove and in his element, his shoulders shifting from the movement of his arms as he slides the chopped up carrot into the skillet along with the other vegetables.

“Hate to break it to ya, but you’re not as sneaky as you think,” he says, adding a pinch of salt to the ingredients in the skillet before he sends you a wink over his shoulder.

“Definitely not as sneaky as you,” you quip back, sliding your sock clad feet across the floor as you make your way over to him. You wrap your arms around his torso from behind and bury your head in the middle of his back. He giggles, resting his free hand over one of your own and rubbing his thumb across the back of it.

“You’re clingy, angel,” he comments, lighthearted and airy, showing you that he doesn’t really mean it. Either that or he doesn’t mind it.

“Can’t help it,” you shrug with a sigh, “you’re sexy when you cook.”

He chuckles, “Oh? You don’t think I’m sexy all the time?”

“Now, I didn’t say that,” you huff, your cheeks heating up when you feel him shake with silent laughter.

The sizzling tones down a little bit now that he has all of the ingredients in the skillet and has been stirring for a while, and luckily for you, Fukunaga decides it to be the optimum time to turn around and wrap you in his arms. He kisses the top of your head and you smile, burying your face further into his chest.

“You’re makin’ my favorite,” you muse after a while, tilting your head so that your chin rests against his chest as you look up at him.

“That I am, sweetpea,” he confirms simply, quite enjoying the way you instantly beam up at him from your place in his chest.

“Any particular reason why?”

“Well, I thought that maybe if I made your favorite, you’d think I was extra sexy,” he jokes, though he sounds completely serious. He giggles when your smile drops and you roll your eyes, choosing to bury your face back into his chest with groan.

“You’re annoyin’, Shou,” you say as you squeeze him tighter.

“You love it.”

“That I do.”

[4stars-uswnt]

To Be in Love With Your Best Friend [Kelley O’Hara]

requested by @13uswntimagines​: Prequel to “What a Night Out Can Lead To”… one of them kissing the other and that’s how they officially start dating

A/N: this is a PREQUEL to What a Night Out Can Lead To, but you don’t need to read it to understand this one (but you definitely should ;)). ok i actually really enjoy writing this universe and so expect to see a sequel of sorts (which comes from another brilliant idea from @13uswntimagines​) also....i think this might be my longest imagine yet but idk

You slide into your bus seat after training and wait for your best friend to join you. This was your fourth national team camp, so although you had some experience and were a seasoned soccer player, having played in high school and at Stanford, you were still somewhat new on the USWNT.

“Hey loser.” Kelley smiles, plopping down in the seat next to you.

“Hey, Kel.” You return a smile, leaning your head on your best friend’s shoulder.

���You had a great practice today. I’m sure you’ll be getting regular call ups now.” She wraps her arm around your body and runs her hand through your hair.

“You think so?” You look up, with eager eyes.

“Mhm. You’ve been playing great, like always.” Kelley affirms, squeezing your shoulder. “Probably because you’ve been playing with me for the past nine years.” She adds, smirking.

You scoff, picking your head up to scoff at your best friend. “Yeah right. If anything that’s why I didn’t get called up before.” You tease her, sticking your tongue out.

“Oh? Is that right?” Kelley raises her eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye, one that you were all too familiar with.

“No, Kelley, don’t!” You put your hands up and move back against the window, trying to put as much distance as possible between the two of you.

“You asked for it…” Kelley sings, as she reaches for your sides and starts to tickle you.

“Ah, Kel, stop!” You gasp between giggles. “I can’t breath, ahhh stop!”

“Say ‘Kelley is awesome and the best friend ever’ and I’ll stop.” The freckled woman bargains, still tickling you.

You could barely speak, as you were laughing so hard, but you manage to breath out the sentence. “You’re awesome and the best friend ever!”

With that, Kelley retracts her hands, and you catch your breath. “See, now was that so hard?” She jests.

“I hate you.” You scowl and pout, crossing your arms.

“No you don’t.” She sings, placing a sloppy kiss onto your cheek.

You feel your face warm at the gesture, as you playfully roll your eyes at your best friend. For the rest of the bus ride, the two of you make small conversation, just enjoying each other’s presence.

—————

Later that evening, as you were finishing up dinner, you hear a chime from your phone, and a text from your mom pops up on your screen.

Reading what your mom had sent you, you can’t help but chuckle. You reach out to nudge Kelley, who’s leaning over to ask Tobin something. As the defender is finishing her conversation, you continue to poke her side, wanting her attention.

“What do you want?” Kelley light-heartedly snaps, slapping your hands away.

“My mom texted. She’s gonna call me later and wants to talk to you.” You explain, waving your phone for her to see.

“Hah!” Kelley laughs, throwing her head back. “I knew I was (Y/M/N)’s favorite.”

“Shut up, Kel.” You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at your best friend. “So, stop by around 8?” You look up and ask, as Kelley gets up from the table.

“I’ll be there.” She softly smiles and leans down to kiss the top of your head before leaving the room with Alex, Allie, Tobin, and Christen.

You go to finish your dinner, but before you could take another bite, you notice Julie smirking at you from across the table.

“What?” You tilt your head and put your fork down.

“You and Kelley are so cute.” She coos.

“Uh…thanks?” You furrow your eyebrows, taking a bite of your food.

“Have you two been dating since college or like when did you start dating?”

At that, you choke on your food. You cough and take a sip of water, as you try to regain your composure. “Kelley and I aren’t dating.” You sputter out.

“You’re not?” Julie frowns, and you shake your head. “Oh, sorry. I just assumed, seeing the way the two of you interact and how you look at each other.”

You feel a blush creeping up your neck and flushing your face. As you think back to the past several years of your friendship with Kelley, you couldn’t help but as yourself: did you have feelings for your best friend?

Noticing your silence and anxiousness, Julie softly speaks up. “(Y/N), I’m sorry. I did’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, J, you’re good.” You give her a small smile. “I think I’m gonna head up.” You stand up to clear your plate, your appetite suddenly gone.

“(Y/N/N),” The blonde midfielder calls after you, “you sure you’re good?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me, J.” You nod, before you make your way up to your hotel room.

—————

You spend the next couple hours surfing the TV channels, overthinking, and pacing your room. Thank goodness Crystal was in Julie’s room, or else she’d definitely think you were having a mental crisis, which in a way you were. As you were scrolling through your Instagram feed, trying to distract yourself from your consuming thoughts, you hear a knock on your door. You glance at the clock and realize it’s almost 8 o’clock, meaning that that is probably Kelley.

Making your way to open the door, you hear a muffled shout from the other woman. “Hurry up, (Y/N/N)!” She knocks a couple more times.

“I’m coming, chill.” You mutter under your breath and swing open the door.

Kelley bursts through and skips right past you, jumping onto your bed. “So, what have you been up to?”

“Get your dirty feet off my bed.” You swat her legs, and she slips her shoes off. “Nothing much. Just been relaxing.”

“Chill.” She hums. “So, when’s your mom calling?”

You open your mouth, but before you could respond, your phone starts ringing. “Now, I guess.”

You tap the screen and put her on speaker phone. “Hey mom.”

“Hi, sweetie!” Your mom’s cheerful voice echos through the phone. “How’d the first day of camp go?”

“Pretty good. We had training earlier and some fitness testing.”

“Well, that’s fun.” You could practically hear your mom’s smile. Your parents had always been supportive of your decision to pursue soccer as a full time career, and you were extremely grateful. They would always come to your games and cheer you on, being the loudest ones in the stands. “Your father wanted me to tell you that he sent you some stuff for your apartment, and it should be arriving in Utah in a week or so.”

“Awesome, thanks. I’ll be sure to text him.”  

“Is Kelley there?”

“Hey Mama (Y/L/N)!” Kelley exclaims, leaning closer to your phone. “How are you?”

“I’m doing well, sweetie. How’ve you been?” Your mom coos.

“Good, good. Camps have been much better now that your daughter’s making a regular appearance.” The defender smirks, nudging you, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Aw, Kel, you’re too sweet.” Your mom lets out a loud laugh. “Oh yeah! I wanted to tell you: my Beat Everybody sweatshirt came! I’ll have to send you a picture.”

You find yourself intently observing the freckled woman, as you listen to Kelley and your mom have a conversation, and it hits you like a truck. You were in love with your best friend.

Crap.

—————

The next day, you did your best avoiding Kelley, choosing a different passing partner and even going as far as switching bus seats. To say Kelley was utterly confused would be a massive understatement.

As she watches you slide into the seat next to Allie, she frowns and her brows furrow.

Alex sits down next to Kelley and pulls her earbud out. “Wanna tell me why (Y/N) asked me to switch seats with her? Did you two have a fight?”

“I don’t know! She’s been avoiding pretty much all day. She switched seats with Crystal on the way to training, didn’t talk to me at all during practice, and now this. I don’t know what happened or what I did.” Kelley whines, rubbing her forehead.

“Hmmm, I don’t know, Worms.” Alex frowns sympathetically at her friend and offers a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Maybe she just had a bad day or something, and doesn’t wanna talk about?” The forward offers.

“Maybe, but I’m her best friend. Why wouldn’t she come to me?”

“I couldn’t tell you, Kel. Just give her some space and let her come to you.” Alex suggests, and the defender nods.

“Yeah, alright. I can do that.” She whispers to herself. “Time and space.”

—————

Kelley had given you your time and space for the rest of yesterday and all morning, but she was starting to get anxious and frustrated. You were still avoiding her and didn’t even come to her room for your pregame ritual that you’d done for every game since you were in college.

You had once again asked one of your teammates to switch seats on the bus ride over to the stadium. Seeing you sitting with Julie just made Kelley angry, her patience worn thin. But she didn’t have time to grovel, as there was a game to be played, an important one at that versus Spain.

—————

It was about the 86th minute, and the game was tied 1-1, Alex scoring off an assist from Christen in the first half, and Jenni coming back early in the second half for an equalizer.

You watch, as Lindsey plays a diagonal ball out wide to Tobin, and you make a run to the top of the 18. Tobin does what she does best, splitting two defenders, and sends a high cross into the box. You sprint onto ball, the change of speed losing your defender. Jumping in the air, you connect your head with the ball and nod it down into the lower left-hand corner.

You throw your hands up, as Christen crashes into you for a bone crushing hug. Alex and Tobin join in for the group hug, patting you on the head. As you make your way up the field, back to center, your other teammates give you high-fives and side hugs.

You see Kelley approaching you, ready to do your traditional goal celebration. You give her a small smile, and the two of you do your secret handshake. No matter how confused or angry you were or if you were avoiding her, you would always do your secret handshake goal celebration, as it was a representation of your long lasting friendship and constancy in each other’s lives.

The game restarts, and for the last four minutes, plus two minutes of extra time, Spain frantically tries to score another equalizer. But they come up short, as the referee blows her whistle, signaling the end of the match and another USWNT victory.

The team crowds you, the subs sprinting from the sidelines, and celebrates with a giant group hug. A huge grin breaks out on your face, as Megan picks you up from behind.

“What a goal, (Y/N)! That’s what I’m talking about.” She exclaims, putting you down on the ground.

“Thanks, Megan.” You turn around, smiling.

After the team huddle, where Vlatko congratulates everybody on the win, you all head back to the locker room to shower and pack up.

Making your way onto the bus, you notice Kelley already sitting in her seat, occupied by something on her phone. You walk down the aisle and apprehensively take your place in your usual seat. Sensing your presence, Kelley looks up, surprised to see you seating next to her.

“Hey.” You say, nervousness leaking through your voice.

“Hi.” She whispers.

The two of you sit in an uncomfortable and unfamiliar silence between you, before Kelley breaks it.

“Can we talk when we get back to the hotel?”

You nod, not trusting words to come out of your mouth, and you go back to sitting in silence, the only noise coming from the rest of your teammates.

—————

Once you get back to the hotel, you follow Kelley up to her room. You each set down your bags and take a seat across from each other, one of you sitting on each bed.

“So what do you wanna talk about?” You ask, fidgeting with the hems of your sleeves.

“Really?” Kelley looks at you disbelievingly.

“What?”

“You really don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“Talking about? Kel, you haven’t said anything. Why are you so upset?”

“I haven’t said anything?!” Kelley stands up, waving her hands in the air frustratedly. “You’ve barley spoken to me for the past two days. It’s like you’ve been avoiding me. My best friend ignores pretty much my entire existence for two days, so yeah, that’s why I’m upset.”

You hang your head, ashamed of your actions, knowing there’s no way you could possibly explain your actions to her.

“You still have nothing to say?” Kelley laughs sarcastically. “Like what the hell, (Y/N)? You don’t talk to me, you ask our teammates to switch seats with you on the bus, and you just completely avoid me. Is this because I hogged your conversation with your mom? Because if it is, I’m sorry, but you could’ve just told me. Like what did I do wrong? Just tell me, (Y/N), because I can’t go any longer with you—”

You stand up and place both your hands on her cheeks, bringing her in for a kiss, effectively cutting off her rambling. Kelley doesn’t kiss back, too shocked by your actions, so you pull away, regret and embarrassment written across your face.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll just go.” You turn to leave and save yourself from embarrassing yourself even further, but Kelley grabs your wrist, pulling you back into her body, connecting your lips again.

You feel yourself melt into the kiss, as your lips move languidly against each other. Pulling away, you rest your forehead against hers and let out a watery laugh.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for almost eight years.”

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I took a body shot off of you at that frat party our sophomore year.” Kelley confesses.

“I really love you, Kel. Like I’m in love with you.” You whisper, a tear leaking down your cheek.

“I really love you, too, (Y/N/N).” She gently wipes the wetness from your face, as you move your hands to play with the baby hairs on the back of her neck. “Is that why you were avoiding me?”

“Mhm.” You nod, biting your lip. “And I am so sorry for doing that.” You remove yourself from her embrace, frustrated with yourself. “It’s just— Julie had assumed we were dating after watching us interact a couple of days ago at dinner, and it just made me think about my feelings. And I realized that I’m in love with you and have been for years, but you’re my best friend, so I was scared I was gonna lose you.” You look down at your feet, unable to meet the other woman’s eyes.

Kelley takes a few steps, so she’s now standing in front of you. “(Y/N), will you please look at me?”

You still refuse to look up, so Kelley puts her finger under your chin, lifting your head, your eyes meeting her green orbs.

“There she is.” The defender smiles, taking your hand in hers. “(Y/N), I understand, I really do, because I’ve felt the same way. I’ve loved you for so long, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, so I didn’t say anything. But I’m so glad that we’re here now because I can finally express all my love for you.” She kisses your forehead, and you close your eyes, wrapping your arms around her body.

“And I hope you know,” Kelley adds, “you’re never going to lose me, no matter what.”

“I love you, Kel.” Your eyes soft and full of love.

“I love you too, loser.” She pulls you closer into her body, as the two of you enjoy each other’s embrace.

Leaning your head against Kelley’s chest, you feel her chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

“Your mom is gonna have a field day.”

You giggle, a blush creeping up onto your cheeks. “Yeahhh, she’s been bugging and teasing me about my crush for years.”

“Ah, so that’s why I’m her favorite.” Kelley playfully boasts, and you slap her shoulder.

“Hey!” She grabs where you hit her. “That hurt!”

“No it didn’t.” You roll your eyes, as Kelley pouts with her best puppy-dog eyes. “Oh, stop it. You’re a big baby.”

“Yeah, but I’m your big baby?” She says hopefully.

“Hmmm,” you pretend to think, “only if you take me out on a proper date. Tomorrow after the match? Say, 8?”

“I think I can do that.” Kelley smirks, leaning down to kiss you, but you stop her with your finger against her lips.

“Hey, there. I don’t kiss before the first date.” You turn and grab your stuff.

“But—But what about before?” The freckled defender fumbles.

Now, it’s your turn to smirk. “Just think of that as making up for lost time. But no more freebies” You give her a wink. “See you later, Kel.”

You shut the door, leaving behind a stunned love-struck Kelley O’Hara. Before heading back to your own hotel room, you lean back against the door, soaking in all that just happened. You smile, feeling your heart explode.

How lucky you were to fall in love with your best friend.

[abarbaricyalp]

Idk if you are still taking prompts, but you know the vine two dudes chilling in a hot tub 5 feet apart cause they're not gay, and a girl quoting it in a park about two girls in the distance and one of them hearing and going "Actually I am gay" Like that scenario, only involving them fixing the boat? Maybe Sarah quoting it to give Sam shit when she thinks Bucky cant hear and Bucky goes "Wait, no I'm gay" or something, or just the general gist of that. Sorry if this us too specific, I've never sent anyone a prompt before :P

Hello Friend! Thank you so much for sending anything in at all! I know the vine you're talking about, but I couldn't find it on Youtube. (I did find a two day rabbit hole of old compilations though) This was also my first foray into writing Sarah as a fully fleshed character! I was excited to get the practice 'cause I had an idea bouncing around in my head about her and Bucky talking after he wakes up in the Wilson house. I kept her a little more like she had been in my other fics pre-show here. I so wish we got a little more of her!

Feel free, anyone, to send me Sambucky prompts!

The North American Superhero in a Domestic Situation

Sarah Wilson loved her brother deeply. The kind of soul crushing love that could only be formed through family, loss, and approximately four thousand brawls around the living room throughout their life. She looked up to her brother more than she could ever imagine looking up to anyone. Even when they were fighting or picking on each other, she couldn’t help but feel a swell in her chest when he came into her line of sight.

That didn’t mean she understood him. In fact, from the age of eight, watching her brother interact with the world had become her go-to pastime. Why did he have to roll every pea around the plate individually before eating them? Why did he and his friends spend seven years socking each other in the arm to prove friendship? Why did he talk to himself in the mirror, even when he knew Sarah or someone else was standing in the doorway?

Sam Wilson was just deeply weird. She had no idea how he had tricked the Avengers, a plethora of bad guys, and half of the media world into thinking he was remotely cool. She saw a news story once that had King T’Challa standing on a platform with Sam and the newscasters talked about how impressive Sam’s suit was. It was unnatural, the effect he had on people.

And in all her years, she never thought she’d see anyone weirder than Sam. But then James Barnes had showed up. It was like a complete reversal of Sam. Sarah was taken in for approximately three hours by his charm and face before she realized he too was deeply, deeply weird.

She justified sitting on the edge of the Paul and Darlene, watching her brother and James Barnes spar off about some dumb trivia fact, by deciding it was an anthropological expedition. The North American Superhero in a Domestic Situation. She watched Sam watch Barnes take a long pull off his beer. She watched Barnes kick his feet up near Sam’s legs and then draw them back quickly when a current jolted the boat. She watched Barnes’ fingers tap-tap-tap against the edge of the boat, inching closer to Sam’s shoulder before he chickened out and brought his hand back to his own lap. She watched Sam suggest Bucky take his jacket off, ‘unless you plan on sun blinding me with the robocop arm.’ She watched Sam look away when Barnes did shrug his jacket off.

When she was seventeen and Sam was fifteen, she had found Sam crying in his room, pillow pressed to his face to muffle the noise. They were at the age where going into each other’s rooms uninvited started international conflicts, but Sarah, who watched her brother intently, felt like she knew what was going on. So she let herself in through their Jack-and-Jill bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Sam didn’t stop crying, not even to yell at her to get out, so she sat on the end of his bed and rolled a baseball under her foot for a while. Finally, she’d said, “You don’t have to tell Mom and Dad, y’know.”

Sam had just about wailed and bit the corner of his pillow to stop himself.

“That’s gross, stop it,” Sarah ordered and pushed Sam’s shoulder back enough to yank his pillow free and then reached over to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “I should make you do the laundry this week so I know I’m not touching your snot germs,” she teased softly.

“How did you know?” Sam hiccuped out. Tears were still brimming at his eyes, but they didn’t fall.

“I’m your older sister. I made you. Like a doll. You think there’s something about you that I don’t know?” she joked. And when the tears did spill over his long lashes, she sighed and pulled him closer to her side. “I just know the way you interact with that boy from the basketball team ain’t just friendly.”

“Jesus, do you think he can tell?” Sam asked and she could hear the mortification in his voice.

“Sam, he’s a freshman in high school. The only thing he knows is that he’s scared of everything too. No one’s paying that much attention to you.”

“Screw you,” Sam muttered.

“What’re all these tears for you if you didn’t make a move and get shot down?”

“God, Sarah, can you not say things like that?”

“Watch your mouth,” Sarah warned with no heat in her voice. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong. I’m not leaving until you do.”

“I just…” Sam sat up and worked his jaw for a while. His chin dimpled and his eyes watered but he managed to control himself. “I’m scared, Sarah. I’m scared of never being in love. Of having to leave if I am. I’m scared to say something and I’m scared not to say something. I’m so scared of...losing any of it.”

“Sam,” Sarah sighed and pulled Sam into another hug. “You’re fifteen. You’re not supposed to be in love yet. You don’t have to think about any of that. You just have to focus on passing Geometry, alright? Mom’ll whoop your ass more for failing than anything else.”

“I have a B+, that’s not failing!” Sam snapped. He kept his face against her shoulder for a second long before he sat up and wiped his tears away. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Who am I gonna tell? I told you, my friends don’t like you as much as you think they do.”

“Your friends like me more than they like you,” Sam shot back and he almost sounded normal.

Sarah smiled softly and patted Sam’s cheek. “I won’t tell Mom or Dad. Of course not. That’s for you to do. But--”

“I’m always going to tell them when you sneak out the window.”

“No! Sam! You can’t! You owe me now!”

“Going to field parties is not the same thing!” Sam said in a shriek as Sarah leaned over to pinch his sides. They grappled for a second before Sam managed to push Sarah off the bed.

“You owe me,” she reminded him as she walked back to the bathroom.

Sam wiped his eyes again and nodded. “Sure, Sarah. I do.”

Sam almost had the same look on his face now. Like there was something he wanted to reach for that he thought was too impossible to hold. The Older Sister Instinct to Antagonize into a Solution kicked in.

“Two bros, chilling on a boat, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay,” she sing-songed. Sam looked mortified again but masked his face into something more irritated with a roll of his eyes when Barnes looked over at him.

“Ignore her. It’s this old video--” Sam started.

But Bucky interrupted to say, “Actually I am gay,” as he looked back over at Sarah. “Sorry if I got your hopes up,” he added with a grin that really did get the hopes up.

“What?” Sam asked and Sarah, ever watchful, could see the beer bottle shaking in his hand.

“What?” Bucky repeated innocently.

“He said he’s gay,” Sarah clarified.

“Thank you, Sarah,” Sam ground out. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Bucky snorted. “When would I have said anything? ‘Sorry for ripping your wings off and kicking you off of a hellicarrier, by the way I’m gay.’?”

“You did what?” Sarah asked.

“‘Sorry for claiming I didn’t bomb the UN only to be reverted back to the assassin who would have done that and then fighting you again. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Thanks for saving my life. Sorry about the giant undersea prison. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘There’s an imminent battle with weird ass space dogs that want to eat our faces. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Sorry about Tony Stark, whose life I kind of ruined. Lovely funeral. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘I’m in the middle of being pissed at you about the Shield. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Maybe don’t take me rolling through a field of flowers. It does things to me ‘cause I’m gay.’ ‘John Walker’s fucking insane. I’m gay, but definitely not for this bullshit.’ I mean, come on, Sam.”

“Flowers?” Sarah asked.

“Besides, why would you care? I don’t make it a habit of telling straight guys I’m into guys.”

“You don’t seem to make a habit of telling many people that,” Sarah pointed out. “I googled you. Nothing suggesting that came up.”

Bucky shrugged. “I’m a guy from the 30s. It was trained out of me.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Sarah said quickly. “Back up away from that because we’re not gonna try to Oppression Olympics our way through our histories. Did you just say Sam was straight?”

“Sarah!” Sam hissed.

“Sure. I mean, I saw him with Romanov. Hill. He has Tinder on his phone.”

“Samuel Thomas, you better not,” Sarah warned lightly. “You’re better than that.”

“He’s a lady-killer.”

Sarah snorted and had to bring her hand up to her face. “He definitely is not. There has been no lady-killing on his end for a long time.”

“Sarah!” Sam tried again.

“You explain it to him then. Mr. 30s is gonna need the long way round explanation.”

Sam sighed and dragged his hand over his face. “Dammit. Fine. I’m not straight either, alright? I’m...bi, or something. It’s been a while since I’ve had to think about it.”

“What?” Bucky asked, not unlike Sam had.

“He said he’s bisexual. Interested in both parties. Swings either way. Hit a homerun and then hasn’t really swung since.”

“Sarah, Jesus Christ,” Sam groaned.

“What?” Bucky asked again.

“I was engaged. To a man,” Sam said.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky asked, clearly missing the irony.

“Oh, it was inconvenient for you but I had plenty of opportunities, huh?” Sam asked. “Ms. Tell-It-All over there wasn’t joking. I haven’t swung any direction in a while. Not since before I met Steve. My fiance died. And then it never came up.”

Bucky blinked at Sam. He kept bringing the bottle halfway up his body and then setting it back on his leg without ever taking a drink. “Fuck, Sam, I’m sorry,” Bucky said, which was not what Sarah was expecting and it clearly wasn’t what Sam was expecting because Sam finally moved closer to Bucky on the bench.

“What for? You didn’t do anything. This time.”

“Yeah, but if I’d known you were into me too, I woulda kissed you in Germany.”

“Oh, I am so not into you,” Sam denied. “And I wouldn’t have our first kiss ruined by immediately running into the government’s roving show monkey.”

“That’s the worst,” Bucky agreed and also finally moved over on the bench until they were pressed thigh to thigh. “Tell me how much you don’t like me again,” he challenged.

“I can’t stand you,” Sam answered and brought his hand up to Bucky’s jaw.

Sarah couldn’t fight down the grin that came to her face and turned to prop her feet on the pier, back to Sam and Bucky. Just this once, she didn’t need to watch her brother to understand him.

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Addicted to You

Part 1: The Chain

Summary/Author's Note: As the sister of veteran turned freelance for hire Santiago "Pope" Garcia, you grew up close to his friends and ex-military squad. Frankie Morales always had your heart, in the same way you always had his--the two of you just never seemed to get the timing right. Trying to escape the violence of a military career based family, you turned to journalism and humanitarian work in war torn countries. But three days ago your crew was ambushed and after three days without any contact, Pope is getting the guys back together for a rescue mission. (Follows Canon events very closely with added character and liberties) Thank you to @winters-buck for headcanoning with me about Frankie and getting me pumped up enough to write this.

Pairing: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Pope's sister!Reader Word Count: 4.6k (idk what happened...) Warnings/rating: (NC-17)/18+ Language, smoking, implied drug use, PTSD, sex/smut, kidnapping, blood, violence, threats, fluff and feelings

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Present Day Somewhere in Texas, USA

Santiago "Pope" Garcia had always had a talent when it came to lying, but never had that talent been used so willingly on his closest friends. He was a good bluffer. It had helped his career in the military with his superiors, it had helped him on their weekly poker nights, but he had never planned on getting the five of them back together to boldly lie directly to their faces. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the locker room as Will looked him over skeptically.

"What did he say?" Will asked, straddling the wooden bench and crossing his arms to mirror his friend.

"He's taking a look at it," Pope sighed, taking off his hat and running a hand through his salt and pepper hair. "He may not be up for this."

Of course he was talking about their friend Tom. Tom, code name 'Redfly' had been their captain back in the day, their leader, and his brutality and no bull shit attitude made him a good one. Pope knew if he wasn't on board with this, then Will would be out, and the rest of them would drop like flies before this even began.

"You know he's the best with something this complex, and he needs this right now," Will said and Pope agreed with a silent nod.

Beyond the concrete walls of the locker room a cheering crowd could be heard albeit muffled. Both men turned and looked in the direction of the noise before Will shook his head and leaned forward on the bench.

"This shit is fuckin depressing," he said.

"Come on let your brother have some fun. Support him." Pope offered with a wave of his hand like Will's brother getting the shit kicked out of him for a couple hundred bucks wasn't a big deal.

"I've been supporting him since the day he was born." Will pointed to the wall that stood between them and the mixed martial arts arena. "That kid's a one in a million talent, going out there playing the fucking clown to a bunch of hillbillies."

Pope started to respond but the door opened and a man dressed in nothing but loose fitting shorts and the med tape wrapped around his hands entered.

"Where are my boys at?!" He yelled in a deep voice like an announcer and threw his hands in the air.

"Benny! There he is!" Pope embraced him before patting him on the back and passing him off to his brother who stood up from the bench.

"Hey, shithead," a familiar voice said in Spanish and Pope turned around to see Frankie, a wide grin on his face.

Frankie "Catfish" Morales, known mostly by 'cat' or 'fish' to his friends, was probably the closest thing Pope had to a best friend. Even though it had been two years since they had last seen one another, Frankie looked exactly like he always did. His dark curly hair stuck out under his trademark, ratted, ball cap. His lips held a full mustache while the rest of his face had what was probably week old scruff and the brightest smile of the group. It didn't hit him until they were embraced in a tight hug just how much he had missed the man.

"How' you doing?" Pope asked, patting him on the shoulder.

"Hanging in there, I guess." Frankie nodded, finally letting go and moving to sit on the bench opposite of Will. "Is Tom coming?"

"Yeah, he said he would be here," Pope nodded looking at all of them in front of him. "You assholes get my texts?"

All of them looked in various stages of guilt, rubbing the back of their neck, adjusting their ball cap, not meeting Pope's eyes. Of course they had gotten his texts and by the tension in the room none of them had responded.

"Yeah," Frankie finally broke the silence. "Yeah I got your texts."

"And? I need a pilot." Pope looked at his best friend.

"I don't do that anymore, man." Frankie shook his head and sighed. "Besides, I lost my license."

"I don't need a pilot with a license, I need a pilot I can trust. And that's you." Pope pointed at his chest and held his gaze.

Frankie rubbed his hand over his face and stood up, leaning back against the lockers and looking up at the ceiling. "Will, you in?"

"I told Pope, if Redfly was in, then so was I." Will turned his sights to his friend and shrugged.

"And what about you, Benny?" Pope said, asking the man who had been quiet the longest.

"Of course I'm in."

Pope ruffled his short, dirty blond hair roughly with a smile and a word of praise and Benny shoved him away with a grin.

"Fuck," Frankie sighed and shook his head. "So, what's the job?"

"Can we talk details later? It's fight night--I got other shit to think about." Benny pleaded, looking around to the other three as the crowd cheered again through the concrete walls.

"Sure, wouldn't want you to be late," Will scoffed and stood, offering a hand to his brother and helping him up off the bench. The three men left the locker room and started down the concrete tunnel that led out to the arena. Benny was in front, holding his fists out in front of him like a true heavyweight and mumbling what sounded like a well rehearsed pep-talk to hype himself up.

Frankie and Pope hung back a few steps beside the other two, falling into step with one another like they shared the same brain. The other boys often joked that they did. Frankie put his hand on Pope's shoulder and rubbed his own beard in thought before he broke the silence.

"So, I got busted. That's why my license lapsed. It's not a big deal." He let the sentence hang in the air before he shook his head and sighed. "Okay, so it is a big deal."

Pope turned and looked at him. "Coke?" When Frankie nodded in agreement Pope rolled his eyes. "Jesus, Cat."

"It's still pending. But I'm clean now--I swear."

Pope nodded as they kept walking. He believed him. Frankie was a man of his word, and he knew he didn't have to prove anything to him. If he said he was clean, then he was clean. And cocaine or not, Frankie was the best damn pilot he had seen in his entire career, he wanted him for this job. No one else was going to cut it. Not when the objective was this important.

"Hey," Frankie said, trying to act casual but sounding anything but. "Have you talked to (y/n) lately? How--uh, how's she doing?"

There it was. He had to hand it to him, it took him longer to ask than he would have thought, but where it was normally endearing how much Fankie was still in love with you, this time it made Pope sick to his stomach. Did he tell him? He should tell him--even if it was just him. It was the right thing to do. Instead, as they approached the arena, the lie fell from his mouth.

"She's uh--she's good. Took a job down south, but I haven't heard from her this week." It wasn't a total lie. Pope didn't look at him and he could feel his friend staring intently at him.

Frankie let it go, even though his expression said he didn't want to. "So, what is this job really? What aren't you telling me?"

Pope looked over his shoulder, "It is what I said. Simple recon. We can talk details after the fight."

"Sure, whatever you say, man," he shook his head as they walked into the crowd and Benny greeted Tom with a cheer and a hug as the taller man started passing out beers he had just gotten from the concession stand. "I'm in." Frankie said flatly and walked passed Pope, taking a beer from Tom and giving him a clap on the shoulder.

Pope stopped short and watched the other man smile and interact with the rest of his friends. Frankie was his oldest friend, and lying to him hurt worse than that time he was shot down in Peru. Frankie had been in love with you for as long as he could remember, and if Pope was being honest with himself, he was the only man that deserved you and that he trusted to take care of you. He thought you guys would really make it work, and the day you called it quits hurt him too. Why wouldn't he want his best friend to take care of his sister? Protect you when he couldn't? Make sure you spend the rest of your life happy.

The four of them sat in the front row as Benny walked up the steps to the raised fighting platform, ducking under one of the ropes and bouncing around like there were springs on his feet. Pope looked back at Frankie and when the other man smiled, Pope returned it but it was a lie. He knew he was going to be crushed when he found out why the gang was really back together. When Frankie found out you were missing, nothing was going to stop him from getting you back--that's the real reason Frankie was the most important part of this crew. Because just like Pope, Frankie would get you back...or burn the whole country down trying.

--

Two years earlier

It was just supposed to be drinks and pool, maybe some darts if he talked you into it--you were a terrible shot and it made him laugh until his eyes watered. Frankie had asked you to go to the bar while he was in town and you had happily said yes. You missed him. And by the look on his face you knew he missed you too.

It was never awkward when you were with Frankie. No matter how much time had passed, as soon as the two of you were back together it was like picking up right where you left off. Gentle touches, knowing each other's drink order, holding hands, it was all so natural. He opened every door for you, bought every seven and seven you ordered, and paid for every round of pool, shoving more quarters into the metal slot and racking up the balls the second the previous game ended.

The first part of the date ended when Frankie tried to teach you how to do a trick shot in the corner pocket. He leaned his pool cue against the table and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around yours and putting his large hands over yours on your own pool stick. He smelled like fresh air, like the woodsy smell of recently cut grass, clean earth, and just a hint of campfire smoke--musky and comfortable and safe. He spoke in your ear telling you where to aim, and even though he had to speak over the other patrons and the juke box it felt like he was whispering just for you. When he pressed himself against your ass, your body erupted in goosebumps. He must have felt it too because he asked, "Wanna get out of here?" And all you could do was nod.

The both of you fumbled into your apartment, he barely got the door closed by kicking it, as you dropped your purse and keys on the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. Of course all of this would have been easier if either of you could pull away from each other's lips, but that wasn't happening.

"Bedroom or couch?" You said as you shoved his shirt off of his shoulders.

He grabbed the hem of your own shirt and pulled it over your head in one smooth motion. "Both." The two of you laughed and kept kissing as he walked you backwards towards the hallway. "Kitchen. Floor. Shower." He kissed you after each word and you blushed, laughing again at his suggestion. This was the Frankie you remembered. This was the Frankie you fell in love with.

"Got big plans for this weekend, do ya?"

"Yup," he bent slightly and gripped the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. "And they all involve you."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him hard on the lips. His tongue slid into your mouth like it had so many times before, exploring, tasting, moaning softly into you. He knew where your bedroom was, walking down the hall like he lived there and nudging the door open with his hip. Some summers, back when both of your lives were simpler, it was almost like he did live there. He had his own drawers, his own side of the bed, and you made sure his favorite coffee was always in the cabinet.

"Frankie," you breathed against his mouth and his grip tightened on you. You slid your fingers into his hair, removing his ball cap and tossing it behind you.

"Tell me, baby," he mumbled back, putting you down on the bed and crawling over your body.

"I missed you," you said and he froze, looking down at you with those enchanting brown eyes.

He swallowed hard and tried to slow his breathing. "I missed you, too."

The both of you took a moment just staring at one another. He leaned down and gave you another soft kiss before moving to trail his lips down your jaw, moving to your breasts and unclipping the snap in the front. He took each of your breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading them as you closed your eyes and carded your fingers through his hair again. When he took one of your nipples between his teeth you gasped, arching your back off of the bed and holding him against you.

"You still like that?" He mumbled, moving to the other nipple and repeating the motion, sucking it into his mouth along with as much of your breast as he could. The feel of his teeth against your skin was exquisite and you could have let him do what he was doing all night.

"What do you think?" You laughed as he moved from your breasts down your stomach, biting and kissing his way to the edge of your jeans. "You always were a boob man."

"For your perfect tits? Absolutely." He undid the button and zipper, grabbing opposite sides of your pants and underwear, shimmying them off of your hips.

"Charming." You scoffed, raising your hips to help him as he stood and did the same to his own.

"You always thought so."

He knelt on the bed, stroking his half hard cock before he fell on top of you, making the mattress bounce gently. You gripped his shoulder and rolled him over onto his back, enjoying the surprise on his face and the absolute adoration as your breasts hung directly in front of his face. He started to raise up to put them in his mouth again but you pressed his shoulders back into the bed.

"My turn," you grinned and he nodded, letting you move down his body, kneeling off to the side.

As soon as you wrapped your hand around his dick, his eyes fluttered closed. You worked him slowly before bowing your head and letting some saliva pool in the front of your mouth and letting it drop slowly onto the head and down the shaft. Your hand worked the liquid down, making it slide easier as you pumped him.

"Fuck, (y/n)," he sighed as he watched you. "You're killing me."

"You still like that?" You asked, playfully, mocking his earlier question and he chuckled.

"Smart ass."

You smiled again before taking him in your mouth and you revelled in the way he moaned softly and slid his hand into your hair at the back of your head. You bobbed in tandem with your hand, working the entire shaft as you sucked the head of his cock and his grip on your hair tightened. You took as much of him into your mouth as you could, your lips meeting your fist and a small sound escaped you as he hit the back of your throat. He thrusted up involuntarily and when you gagged slightly, he opened his eyes and looked at you worriedly.

"I'm sorry," he breathed and you shook your head, continuing to suck him off, running your tongue along the large vein that ran the length of him. There was no apology needed, you were just as desperate to remember his body as he was yours. He held out for a few more pumps, rock hard in your hands before he sat up and grabbed you by the arm. "Come here. Come here, baby."

You let him pull you to him as he leaned his back against the headboard and pulled you into his lap. He reached his hand between the two of you and ran two thick fingers along the slit of your pussy.

"Shit," he cursed quietly as he felt how wet you already were. He loved how quickly you were ready for him, it had always been like that. He could have you dripping for him before he even got you undressed and he loved reaching up your skirt or your dress and feeling you against the lace of your thong. "You're so wet."

"You love it," you said as he continued to stroke you and you straddled his hips, putting his arms around his shoulders.

"Always have," he said and it was in a voice tender enough that you weren't sure if you were talking about the same thing any more.

You leaned up on your knees as he took his cock in his hand and lined it up between your thighs. You lowered yourself on to him, sinking down slowly and letting your body adjust to his length. He throbbed inside of you as you paused, letting yourself adjust to his girth. The stretch was intense and you wanted it to last forever, feeling every inch of him as the bottom of your thighs touched the top of his and you settled in his lap. Your fingers found their way into his dark, soft hair. It was a little longer at the ends and you liked the way it curled around his hat, but that hat was currently on the floor with the rest of your clothes so you could touch the soft locks as much as you wanted.

"You ready, baby?"

You nod and hold him close, your breasts pressing against his chest, your foreheads coming together as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Fuck me, Frankie. Please, please." You whisper the last few words over his lips as he started to thrust up inside of you.

You both released a contented sigh at the same time and it made you smile. Even in your worst days, it always felt like you and Frankie were in sync, two halves of a whole. How your body had missed him, missed the soft way he said your name and the way he held you close to him like he wouldn't be satisfied no matter how close you were.

"I missed you," he said, closing his eyes as he guided your hips up and down, rocking against him as your stomachs brushed together.

"You said that already," you smiled, moaning softly as he hit a particularly sweet spot deep inside of you.

"And I'll say it again," he grinned, pressing his nose against your cheek and kissing your lips.

"Charmer," you kissed him back, soft and slowly.

He dipped his head and kissed your neck, sucking along the soft skin of your throat. You wanted him to leave marks like you both were in grade school, making out in the back of the movie theater, kissing in the bed of his truck, back when things were simpler. His arms tightened around your back as you nosed his hair, breathing him in and kissing the top of his head.

"Fuck," he cursed quietly as you ground your hips down on his lap. "You feel so good, baby."

"Don't stop," you moaned softly in his ear as he picked up the pace. "Harder, Cat, harder, please."

He held you tightly as he looked up and put his hand on the back of your neck. "Look at me." You opened your eyes and leaned back slightly to look down at him with heavy eyes. "God damn, you're so beautiful," he whispered and it made you blush. You kissed him hard and slid a hand between the two of you, frantically searching out your clit as his thrusts started to get sporadic and uneven.

"I'm gonna cum, Cat-" you watched as he looked at you and nodded encouragingly.

"Come on, baby. Give it to me. I got you," he panted close to your face as his cock hit the end of you, pumping up inside of you.

Your orgasm took you suddenly and completely. Your mouth opened but no sound came out as you clenched around his cock and squeezed your thighs around his lap. You felt the heat rise up from your core to the rest of your body in a way that made you curl your toes against the bedspread. You threw your head back and groaned out your pleasure to the ceiling, his name falling from your lips with sweet ecstasy as you clung to his shoulders.

He followed right behind you, spilling himself inside your cunt, the feeling of him hot and wet around his cock and starting down your thighs. He thrust hard, and spaced out, a few more times, grunting a mixture of his pleasure and your name with each movement.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed, leaning back against the headboard and pulling you against him.

You pressed your cheek against his chest, breathing hard as you ran your hand up his neck and played your fingers against the scruff along his jaw. He was still inside you and you clenched your thighs again, an afterthought of a muscle twitch left over from your orgasm. It made him groan again and tighten his grip on your hips.

"Sorry," you laughed softly and he chuckled.

"We still got it, don't we?" He asked, looking down at you with a boyish grin.

"I never had any doubts." You crossed your arms on his chest and laid your head on top of them, looking up into his eyes. You shivered as he lifted your hips slightly and his softening cock slid out of you and you both got more comfortable. It was definitely quicker than the two of your normally liked it to be, but after being apart for so long, you had a feeling anything that happened tonight would be desperate and fast.

He dipped his head and kissed you softly, each kiss punctuated but a soft pop in the silence of your bedroom. He brushed your hair away from your face and smiled.

"You want me to head out soon?" He asked, trying to hide the fear in his face of the possibility that you would make him leave.

"No," you said quickly, shaking your head and staying firmly planted on top of his lap. "No, stay the night. Please." You added the last word sweetly and his face relaxed.

"Sure thing, sweetheart." He nosed your hairline and kissed your forehead.

You knew this couldn't last. You knew he was leaving tomorrow for another mission, another pilot seminar, and you were headed upstate for your job as well. You loved Frankie Morales with all of your heart and he felt the same way--life just always seemed to have other plans. And yet, life was just as cruel as it was sweet because somehow, someway, it always brought you two back together.

---

Present Day Some where in the jungles of Columbia

You weren't sure how long you had been traveling. In fact, when you thought about it, you didn't know much of anything. You twisted your wrists in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure the zip ties were leaving on your skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you whispered, leaning your head back against the side of the van. The bumps and potholes in whatever shitty road you were on caused the back of your skull to bump against the metal. How had this happened?

The last few days had been a blur. You and a group of journalists were having dinner in a local village. You had teamed up with a group of doctors and, in between travel, were lending a hand providing basic medical care to anyone who needed it in the surrounding towns. You cut bandages, gathered clean water, played soccer with the children, and took photos to add to your collection and publish when you got back to the States. It had been a pretty uneventful trip, enjoyable actually, until Lorea's men had shown up. No one seemed to know what the dangers narcos drug lord would be doing in a place like this.

Before you knew what was even happening, there were guns pointed at your crew, men yelling in Spanish that you only vaguely understood, and you raised your hands above your head shouting back, pleading them to calm down. Did they want money? No, that would have been too easy, and as a traveling journalist that dabbled in humanitarian efforts, money was not something you had a lot of anyway.

A rather large man grabbed you by the wrists and even though you struggled, even though you screamed, it didn't make any difference. A hand on your head made you duck as you were shoved into a van along with a few of the others on your crew and the door slammed shut behind you.

"Stop, stop," you tried as the van revved and pulled away down the street. "You don't have to do this--" The man who grabbed you ignored your words, if it was because he didn't understand English or because he didn't care, you weren't sure.

He jerked your wrists in front of your body and wrapped the zip tie around them, pulling it tight. Your heart was beating way too fast and you could feel the blood rushing in your ears and on instinct you pulled your hands away from him and screamed again, turning towards the door. He yelled something in Spanish and pulled his arm back before punching you in the side of the face. Your world exploded into flashes of white as you hit the floor of the van. With the wind knocked from your lungs, you gasped for air and coughed, your eyes burning with hot tears.

The man driving turned and yelled something over his shoulder, obviously upset at his partner for roughing up the merchandise. Your stomach felt nauseous and the last thing you remember was some kind of scratchy material being put over your eyes and the rest of the world went black.

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Drunken Wishes || JJK

“Shit I think I wanna kiss you right now.”

⇢ Pairing: Fuckboy!Jungkook x Reader

⇢ Genre: Idk, Spicy?

⇢ Rating: NC-17

⇢ Warning(s): Kissing, implied sex, alcoholic beverages, sexual tension, swearing.

⇢ Word Count: 1.6k

⇢ Posted: July 14th, 2020

⇢ A/n: THIS IS UNEDITED AND IS A SCRAP THAT I DECIDED TO POST SO YOU WOULD HAVE SOMETHING FOR NOW. THIS IS ALSO VERY OLD SO ITS VERY BAD I APLOGIZE

“Hurry up and spin the damn bottle already Jisoo!” Seulgi whines out of irritation. “We are fucking 23 playing spins the bottle. Just say you wanna fuck him get this over with!” she shot back. You do your best to contain your laughter but Jeongguk fucks it up by letting out his contagious laugh

It’s well known out of the friend group that Seulgi has had a crush on Lee Minho for the longest so you decided on inviting him to her surprise birthday party as a special gift. Hopefully, the gift ends up with him fucking her up or you would be hearing non-stop nagging from her for weeks.

“Let’s just play a few rounds for our birthday girl,” Jimin chimes in. “See I’ll go first!” You watch as he twirls the glass bottle and watches it lands on Jeongyeon.

You see his face slightly drops in disbelief before everyone laughs at how ironic it is. You wouldn’t say they hate each other but don’t necessarily like each other.

They were like enemies with benefits. The sexual tension between the two of them was always notable but they both refuse to admit their benefits.

“So just a kiss right?” Jeongyeon asks abruptly. Seulgi shoots a smile to Jimin.

“In the room, you two go. Also, I mean the guest room. If you go in my room I will deadass kill both of you.” Seulgi warns.

Jimin puts his hands up proving defenseless, shooting Jeongyeon a smirk which didn't go unnoticed by you. Once they got into the room Seulgi pointed her attention back to the bottle. “Guk, you go.” You saw him loosen up a bit before scooting closer to the bottle.

He twists the bottle around and your eyes watch heavy on it as it spins to you. You instantly felt your cheeks tingling before looking up. “Would you look at that?” Mark adds as if he knows something you aren’t aware of. You decide to ignore him, looking over to the boy who‘s bottle picked you out of all people, who already has a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Okay wait,” your thoughts finally getting to you. “I am not kissing him.” you rebuttal.

“Oh come on, we are playing spin the bottle. It’s the only rule of the game.” Jisung calls out. You avoid eye contact and just look at the bottle.

“Well, I don’t feel comfortable kissing Jeongguk,” You defended. “especially not in front of all of you. How come Min and Jeongyeon get a room and we don’t?” Seulgi tilts her head towards you before taking another shot of Hennessy.

“Cause, you know if they stayed out here we would be watching them make out for a good 5 minutes. Y/n, they’ve been in that room this whole time and I know damn well one kiss doesn’t take that long.” You couldn’t help but give a small smile towards that comment. Your eyes make its way back over to Jeongguk.

He looks amused by this whole situation. “It’s not like a have some type of sickness, Y/n.” He then scoots up a bit. “Are you scared you might fall for me?” he teases.

You roll your eyes at him. “Never Jeonggukie.” you tease back. He only ever allowed you to call him that. Your friend group would always joke around saying Jeongguk had a soft spot for you but you were always quick to deny any allegations.

He grins at you, “Then prove it Y/n,” he lowers his tone a bit.

“Go ahead and kiss me since you’re so bold.” Maybe it was the alcohol kicking in or the way his voice lowered an octave but, he had you crawling your way over to him. You felt the eyes watching you as you made a risky move.

Once you were finally facing towards him, you sat back up and looked at him. “Your move, lover boy.” He wasted no time gently placing his hand on your chin and drawing you closer, licking his lips and he looked at yours.

Before you knew it, his warm and soft lips were on yours. He moved back after a peck but you pressed your lips back on his. He placed his hand in the dip of your waist and brung you closer so you were straddling around him. He bit your lower lip for an opening, drawing out a small whine from you, which you happily obliged. He tasted like the alcoholic beverage he had beforehand but you could still taste some sweetness. His taste was way more addicting than you expected. You were enjoying the whole situation too much. Exactly what you were worried about.

You heard your friends small ooh’s and whistled but stopped you were when you pressed yourself against him and head a hardly audible groan come from his throat. You were turned on. You placed your hands in his chest moved back. Drawing in a deep breath of air. His eyes looked clouded. Full of lust. You fucked up already. You quickly stood up and fixed your dress that was ridden up.

You mumbled out a small, “I need to go to the bathroom.” before you nearly dashed out of there. Once you were safe in confined bathroom space, you looked at yourself in the mirror and thought about everything that just happened. You couldn’t believe what you had just done. You were slightly shaky at this point because who knows what could happen tonight at this point. You heard a soft knock on the door which made you jump. “Yes?”

“It’s me and Jisoo!” Seulgi called out.

You cracked the door open to peek through. You were nervous about everything but once you saw their faces, you felt yourself feel more relaxed. Once you opened the door for them, you hurriedly shut it. “I’m so fucked.” You confessed placing your head in Jisoo’s shoulder. She comfortingly patted your head and hugged you. “Maybe it’s a good thing?” Jisoo mumbled. “No, it’s not.” You replied.

“Look, you’re gonna be fine. Just don’t overthink it. Walk-in there like nothing even happened and you’re good.” Seulgi suggested. You let out a chuckle through your nose before you looked back up. “Yeah. Go back, I’ll be out there. Just give me a sec.” You told them.

You sat in there for a good minute alone, fixing your smeared lipstick and fixed your hair before you walked back out, taking your seat back to Seulgi. She gave you a comforting look before she put her eyes back on Jisoo spinning the bottle. You felt Jeongguk’s eyes lingering on you but you refused to interact. You saw Jimin walk out with red lipstick stains on his lips and Jeongyeon with her slightly disheveled hair. You felt Seulgi gently jab you with her elbow before whispering, “See, I told you. They have to have had a quickie.”

The warm air with the iconic summer breeze made you feel more at peace than you had in a while. You wished you could stay in this moment forever. Watching the stars and the half-moon. Seeing the clouds stream across the sky. You rest your forearms in the balcony and you just take everything in. All thoughts were cleared until you heard a knock.

You turned to see the same black-haired boy who you had made out with a few hours prior. Your head was filled again, but you gave him a soft smile to throw him off in any way you could. “Mind me?” You shook your head and looked off into the late-night lights.

You had so many questions about everything. Your mind was so confused. Did the kisses mean anything? Did you want what happened? Did you want things to go further? But the biggest one that constantly came back was what did Jeongguk think?

“You know,” You started, “tonight was fun,” you admitted. “even though our present for Seulgi didn’t go out the way it was supposed to.” You quipped. Jeongguk snickered at that mention. It was a comfortable silence that lasted for a few seconds before Jeongguk broke the silence.

“Does that also includes us almost fucking in front of everyone or?” He asked you in an almost playful tone. You pressed your lips tight at that. “Of course he would ask this question.” you thought to yourself. “Possibly,” you replied, purposely seeming more focused on the scenery than the boy. You seemed nonchalant but really anxiety was shooting up.

It was now or nothing, your moment to ask. “Guk, did you like it?” you implored. “Like what? The part where you moaned or pressed against me?” You felt yourself becoming red at his remark. “I don’t know? I guess all of it?” You buried your face in your hands, nervous to what he would say. He looked at you and smiled. “Yeah, I did.” He then stepped closer to you. “Maybe a bit too much actually,” he grinned.

You looked up at him and shared eye contact. “Shit, I think I wanna kiss you right now.” you stepped closer to him, feeling more confident. “Then do it,” you whispered. “Don’t tempt me, Princess.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’m not,” you confessed. He placed his hand in the dip of your back and brung his face closer until you felt his alcohol smelled breath against your skin.

“Hey everyone is about to leave so- Oh.” Jimin deadpanned, causing you to jump out of Jeongguk’s grip. You instantly looked the other way before freezing up. Jeongguk shot Jimin an annoyed look. “Yeah okay, we’ll be there,” Jimin smirked and walked back out.

Jeongguk then turned his attention towards you. “Now-” “Guk, maybe we should go, Jeongyeon was both of our rides.” you interrupted before rushing inside. “Cockblocker,” Jeongguk mumbled out before he followed after you.

You were already waiting by the door by the time he caught up. You purposely avoided him once again.

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Needing You

draco x hufflepuff!OC

A/N- hi! this is my first chapter of my Draco fanfic that’s on wattpad. It’s called Needing You by isimp4yts. hope you enjoy it! it’s pretty much slow burn and idk if i’m gonna make it spicy yet but it’s definitely gonna be a lot of angst.

Word Count: 1.7k

Talia was woken by her brother, Cedric, throwing a pillow at her while stifling a laugh knowing full well that the ‘attack’ would aggravate her as she wasn’t really a morning person. As she groaned into the pillow that was thrown at her she sat up a little bit, throwing the pillow to the side.

Glaring at Cedric she barely grumbled, “I was just about to get up you know” and dangled her legs off of her bed reaching for her slippers.

“Yeah, sure you were, either way you’re up now. Come on dad wants you to hurry up and get ready, he doesn’t want to be late”, he said with his voice echoing more as he walked out of Talia’s room.

So that’s what she did, she got dressed and brushed her long brunette hair trying to control the fly aways. Of course there was no need to make too much of an effort in her appearance as she could sort herself out at the Quidditch World Cup when she gets there. She went downstairs and saw her father holding two backpacks, knowing one was hers and Cedric with his own backpack already on.

“Come on darlin’, we have to get there on time, we don’t want anyone to be waiting on us do we?” her father said while rushing her out the door, with Cedric, giving her her backpack.

~~~

Talia, Cedric and her father were waiting in a woodland area for some friends of her fathers to meet up with them, well Cedric was sitting in a tree. The boy couldn't sit still for the life of him. Talia kept switching the weight from each leg as they started to get tired, from waiting for so long. In the distance some voices could be heard and Amos stepped forward, greeting the voices.

“Arthur! It's about time son” Amos says to a ginger man with several people following, Talia recognised all the people behind the man but one, however she had never really spoken to any of them even though three were in her year. The ginger man whose name must be Arthur apologised for their lateness and introduced her father to the others. Talia smiled at the three who were in her year, giving them a small nod.

“This is Amos Diggory everyone, he works with me at the ministry”, Arthur explains then moves to gesture Talia just when Cedric jumps down from the tree making her flinch and slap his arm. Arthur reaches his hand out to Cedric for him to shake it, saying “And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?”.

Cedric lets out a small laugh at the compliment, as does Talia, just what he needs, more fuel to his growing ego. Although Cedric is seen as a sweetheart to most, he truly is a nuisance to his younger sister when he wants to be.

“And of course Talia, you must know the kids since you’re all in the same year” Arthur smiles at her, also reaching to shake her hand. Talia smiles sweetly at him taking his hand and simply nods at the older man.

“Merlin’s beard, you must be Harry Potter” Amos says while stepping towards the brunette boy with glasses. Talia knew him purely from the gossip that goes around Hogwarts, apparently the first year he was there he saw You-Know-Who and the second year he killed the Basilisk. All with the help from his friends Ron and Hermoine, to which the students gave them the name ‘The Golden Trio’. Talia stopped listening to their conversation, eager to get going, the group of wizards and witches walked up a hill looking for the portkey, which was a boot. They all held the boot, while Amos counted down. When he reached three Talia felt her head spinning then she let go and gracefully made her way to the ground along with Arthur, Amos and Cedric, while the others landed with more force. The young girl looked at her surroundings while taking a deep breath of air, using portkeys always made her lightheaded. She turns to see Cedric helping Harry up and the boy taking his arm with a smile and thanking him.

The group started making their way to a large field with several tents and Arthur exclaimed “Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!”. Talia, Cedric and Amos separated from the rest of the group to get their tent ready. The three went inside the tent which was larger on the inside with a bunk bed for the siblings and a normal bed near it for their father. Talia sighed and threw herself on the top bunk bed while shouting “Dibs!” watching her brother shake his head as he headed towards the bed, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto his sister's face.

“Dad! Did you see that! Icky tried to suffocate me with that hideous jacket of his!” Talia shouted, trying to get her father’s attention but failing as he waved his hand at her while he was putting on the kettle, showing that he couldn't bother with the siblings bickering.

“I think you should stop calling me that childish name now Lia, since some people consider me to be rather strapping”, Cedric responded with a cheeky smile. Talia stuck her tongue out at him then climbed down the bunk bed with Cedric’s jacket and proceeded to shove him and his jacket into the bottom bunk and then run away. Cedric jumped back up almost immediately, chasing after his younger sibling but he wasn’t quick enough as she had shut herself into the bathroom catching her breath.

“I knew that comment would go to that big head of yours, do you really want that forehead to get bigger since it looks like that’s where your ego is?” Talia joked while looking at herself in the mirror and patting down her hair.

“Big talk for-”

“That’s enough from you two. Talia come out and have some tea, you too Cedric, I really can’t be dealing with the both of you pissing about” Amos says as he unlocks the bathroom door with his wand pushing Talia out.

The two siblings giggled at how quickly they managed to annoy their father and sat down to have a cuppa tea before they got ready for the Quidditch game. Both the Diggory children misplacing each other's belongings while doing so.

~~~

The Diggory’s went into the stadium, to find their seats when they saw Arthur and the others also looking for their seats. They could hear Ron asking how far up they were when an arrogant voice could be heard from below them. The Diggory’s went to catch up with the Weasley’s and Co. when they saw Lucius Malfoy making a comment to the lot.

“Father and I are in the minister’s box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself” a voice next to Lucius said. Draco Malfoy, quite the peculiar child, found it incredibly entertaining to make others' lives miserable with snide comments on anything from their appearance to their upbringing. Harry, Ron and Hermoine gave him a cold look, while Talia just stared blankly at him. She didn’t really have a problem with Malfoy since they were partnered together in Potions in second year for a project. Of course at the start she wasn’t too fond of the boy but she didn’t want to judge him from the way he treated her and everyone else in first year, she knew people could change. A problem with Talia was how she was very optimistic and gave almost everyone too many chances to prove themselves to be a better person. Draco also wasn’t too fond of the hufflepuff at the start, as she was too happy all the time and it made no sense to him that someone could be so joyful. But the two warmed up to each other, well as much as Draco can warm up to someone, he didn’t pester her and was no longer mean to her. In fact he didn’t really say much to her unless it was related to schoolwork. What neither wanted to admit was they found each other rather interesting as they both lived such different lives and treated people so differently, they didn’t realise people like the other existed. They both had mutual respect for each other as they went on with their lives both being studious and having their separate friend groups and going on with their lives without bothering one another.

Lucius snapped at Draco telling him to stop boasting, and put his head down with a grim look on his face, brows furrowed. The elder Malfoy then told us to enjoy ourselves and went off to the minister’s box while Talia and the others made their way to their seats. Cedric nudged his sister while they continued up, and said “pleasant bloke that Malfoy is isn’t he” to which Talia replied “which one?” and snickered at her remark. After being blessed with the presence of Lucius Malfoy she understood why Draco was, well Draco. She decided to forget about the encounter and Draco’s interaction with his father and got herself riled up for the game.

~~~

After the game Talia decided to go to bed early since she was exhausted from all the travelling she had done that day, but the early night didn’t seem to happen since she was shaken by Cedric so she’d wake up.

“Icky, piss off would you-”

“Get up now, we need to get out of here” her brother interrupted her, his eyes wide. She sat up and saw her father worrying and telling them to hurry up. Cedric pulled her down and held onto her arm running as fast as he could into the woods, dragging his sister with him. Their father barely catching up to them, Talia kept looking back to make sure he was still behind them and that they didn’t lose him and saw black figures flying in the air. Cedric finally stopped, pulling his sister behind a tree and signalling his father to join them as they all crouched. Cedric noticed his sister shivering and he didn’t know if it was from fear or being cold. Either way he engulfed her in a hug making sure she was safe while looking at his father who looked back at the field trying to figure out who caused the attack.

“Dad, do you have any idea what that was?” Cedric questioned while trying to calm down his breathing.

“I have no idea son” Amos replied then placed a firm hand on his daughters shoulder to try and comfort her.

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If opened: Request for Harrison Osterfield In which Harrison is madly in love with the reader but is to scared to bring up his feelings for her due to her being very shy and quiet but the reader accidently let’s it slip that she likes him or something idk

Cute... I had a lot of fun writing it. Also it got LOADS OF TOM HOLLAND IN THIS and you are basically asked to choose one of them in a fun way 🙈...Also, I flew away with it and now it’s 1.6k words, so basically it’s an actual one-shot. Let's see where it goes:—

MONOPOLY | H.O., T.H.

Harrison Osterfield x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.6k words

Warning: Swearing...

Summary: You are stuck in the game of monopoly with two idiots and there’s no escape. Shit is about to happen...

Harrison was not exactly your friend. Your friend was Tom and Tom's friend was Harrison, so as maths works, his relationship with you could be best described as a friend of a friend. Yeah, friend of friend, nothing more. Period.

But then he always tagged along with Tom, so you were subjected with big doses of him in your life, much more than what you had anticipated. Whenever you would open the door for Tom, there was always a Harrison waiting patiently at his back, waiting till you both had finished interacting.

And when you were done with hugging and mocking Tom as friends do, Harrison would smile at you and offer a small wave, fingers running gently in the air. He wouldn't say hi but mouth it. It was always just his lips moving without a real sound. You could read it though. You reciprocated the same. And that became your little greeting.

You were shy and quiet, the stereotypical introvert, so there wasn't ever a proper conversation with Harrison without the presence of Tom. Tom always forced the words out of you. He was good at it and had a big mouth but Harrison... He just went with your natural form. Although he was full of jokes and occasional flirting, which you could never complain about. That was how he was and you had also accepted him in his natural form.

On a normal Saturday evening, the three of you were sitting on the sides of an international monopoly board. Tom was sitting beside you, while Harrison was sitting opposite to you but beside Tom.

"Woo Woo Woo... I owe the whole of London now!!!" Tom squealed, doing a little dance with his hands, shoving his token over the block and dramatically throwing the paper currency at Harrison's lap.

"Take my money, banker!" He growls, lurching forward at Harrison as if the word he addressed Harrison with was wanker instead of banker. Or maybe he actually said wanker; he is Tom after all. Harrison rolled his eyes at his best-friend, dumping the fake currency to the side and tossed the dice.

"Eight!" Tom yelled, reading the numbers.

"I can count," Harrison said unimpressed as he moved his token eight blocks ahead and made it land over 'Income Tax'.

Tom laughed loudly, patting his friend's back while Harrison cursed, putting some of his money aside. You watched their interaction with an ear-to-ear smile, occasional giggles leaving your lips.

"Your chance, Y/n," Harrison says, picking up the pair of dice in his hands and giving it to you. His fingers brushed over your palm, sending little chills down your spine.

Oh yeah, Harrison was after all your crush too. How convenient? That definitely meant tons of awkwardness. But how could you ever resist? His smile, the shape of his face, his sweet voice, his eyes, his laugh, the stuff he talks, his playfulness, his dumb jokes, his knack for helping everyone in need, those curls and now just imagine all those things at one place.

You looked down at the board, tossing the dice.

"Twelve..." Harrison whispers, looking at you through his lashes and smiles. Your heart does that little flip-flop thingy. You move ahead and end up at Jakarta which luckily was your own property. Tom lurches forward, picking up the dice and rolling them over.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He curses, finally landing over Rio De Janeiro, now owing Harrison a sum of two-hundred pounds. A smile spreads across the blonde's face as he jokes —

"Looks like a billionaire is crashing down." He winks at you. You force out a laugh, more like a cough mixed with fake giggles to counter the warmth sweeping in your chest and on your face.

"I need drinks!" Tom growls, submitting the money to Harrison and laying back on the floor.

"Get 'em yourself..." Harrison throws back, counting the notes and tossing the dice.

"Karma!" Tom mumbles, sitting up, seeing the token landing over Lagos.

"Ah... Y/n will surely give me a discount, right?" He asks, looking at you hopefully but in an amusing way.

"Nah... You gotta pay extra taxes instead!" You laugh, slowly feeling connected with the game. Also, the drinks that Tom brought from the fridge were working their way in your system.

Then the game went on for several minutes in which Tom had already showered himself with the fake currency two times.

At one point Harrison frustratingly threw the only twenty pounds he owned at the middle of the board.

"We should play UNO instead. This game is shit!" He declares, hands folded across his chest.

"Why? Cause you are almost bankrupt?" Tom taunts.

"Oh, it's because you are cheating!" Harrison replies, rolling his eyes.

"Dude you are the banker!" He exclaims as you chuckle.

"Whatever. I don't care," He shrugs, trying to get up.

"You can't leave before ending the game!!" You whine and he looks at you.

"Okay. Just because Y/n is saying..." He gives Tom a dirty glare, plopping down on the floor again.

"Just because Y/n is saying..." Tom repeats in a poor Harrison's voice impression.

"Shut up, cheater!" Harrison grumbles and shifts the bank from between them to the other side.

"Ugh, kids..." You groan comically, getting back into the game.

"Y/n... Y/n?" Harrison whispers after two turns.

"What?"

"I invite you to be my business partner," He clicks his tongue while Tom's eyebrows narrow.

"What? No wayyy! That's cheating!!!" He bounces on his lap.

"Says who? One who's in jail? And it's not cheating. That how businesses work," He spat looking at Tom and then looks at you, expressions softening within nano-seconds, "Also Y/n. I have so many properties and you got so much cash in hand. Imagine how powerful we both would be together? We can become the biggest business tycoon in the world!" He completes looking up dreamily with hands stretched out.

"Y/n, don't listen to him. He is an idiot."

Harrison ignores Tom's words and slides from his spot, sitting beside you, knees touching.

"I am not. You know what's best for us. Right na?" Harrison asks softly, leaning his head to the side and close to you, his slightly wet curls falling over his forehead. And those amazing eyes were staring deep into yours. The knot in your stomach tightens making you feel nauseous and pleased with his close proximity simultaneously.

You need more alcohol.

"I-I think... Yeah. It's a good idea..." You speak slowly, hiccuping mid-sentence, breaking the lethal eye-contact with Harrison, while Tom's eyes grew wider.

"Seriously Y/n, you have better options!" Tom says, pointing both his index fingers at himself.

"Rubbish. Everyone knows Y/n likes me better than you." Harrison smirks, glancing at both of you periodically.

"You wish." Tom dramatically whips an invisible ponytail resting over his shoulder to his back, looking confident as ever, "Y/n darling, why don't you bless him with facts..."

For the first time in your life, everyone's eyes were on you. Well, at least these two handsome boys...

You were already nervous.

"It's not fair," You try to change the topic, "You can't ask me to choose between you both. Tom is my friend and Harrison is my crush. I can't---" You instantly clamp your mouth shut.

"What?!" Tom spits the beer in his mouth to the floor.

Your mouth opens and closes, unable to find words. You don't even dare to face Harrison—

"Holy shit!" Harrison mutters under his breath. You can hear it, he's sitting next to you, skin touching. As if everything else wasn’t great already.

Don't look at him. Don't look at him. And then you are looking at him.

He's biting his lip, his Adam's apple is bobbing in his throat.

"You like me?" He questions as if he was making sure. There was no escape...

You suck in a breath, "Yeah... I do..." You instantly avert your gaze to your thighs.

"Oh my god! OH MY GOD! I LIKE YOU SO MUCH!" Harrison yelps like a high-school teen and grabs both of your hands in his bigger ones, jumping up and pulling you to stand with him.

"I am seriously leaving. This is going awkward," Tom says and gets up to leave but then he shoots you a wink before shutting the main door.

Little shit.

He knew. Of course, he knew!

Now it's just you and Harrison. Alone... for the first time. What an awfully pleasant experience...

Harrison squeezes your hands and you look at him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would have taken you to the best of dates, feed you with the best delicacies..." He says, shaking your hands lightly.

"Y-you could have told me..." You manage to say, feeling a bit confident now that things weren't unrequited.

"Dude. I seriously never guessed. I just had this secret crush on you and you talk more to Tom and we never talk in a bilateral way. The boat looked imbalanced from my side, I was seriously freaking out!" He rambles.

"Oh..." You look at your interlaced fingers. They feel good...

Harrison senses your disappointing expressions, so he steps onto the pedestal himself, "No worries. I can take you out now... So, will you go on a date with me?"

You were looking into each other's eyes. His eyes were basically pleading.

"It's not even a question. Of course!" You say, grinning and he's quick to grab you into a warm hug.

You can't thank Tom enough for getting him bankrupt with his great skills... at cheating in the game of Monopoly.

Can you?

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I may as well also transcribe the Heart Of The Matter video analysis/interpretation that I did on twitter as well. Again, since it was a twitter thread some of the paragraph/sentence structure is probably a bit choppy and weird.

A lot of Libertines songs are a pretty equal ratio of instruments to vocals, but Heart Of The Matter is absolutely a commanding "Listen to the words" song. The mixing for this song is so interesting. Vocals up, guitars in the back, drums even further back. Like, vocals take front and center, guitars are way more ambient than actually carrying anything really complex. There’s no solo. All the instrumental is so far back, tucked away under the vocals, because at least for this song, the truly important part is the words, not so much the combined work of words and instrumentals. I'm so glad they wrote this song and did this video. It's a really good "we know what you're doing, fuck off" to the media but also a "here's all the shit we've dealt with over the years and we're still going" for themselves.

I love that they picked Dean Fragile to play the "true fan." I wonder if the other people in the video are just hired actors or if they're also friends of the band. I kind of hope they're just actors because that would make it even better. Also idk if they did this on purpose or it's just Dean Fragile's makeup in general, but it looks like there's already tear tracks on his face when he sits down at the beginning, like he's already been forced to watch this peep show he doesn't want to see before and he has to do it again.

This is the video where I understand why Peter “got” the acting part and Carl didn't when they first met. Peter's a lot more physically emotive. You immediately are drawn to the intensity and openness of his expressions. Peter’s face almost from the get-go looks upset. There’s a lot of different emotions there, whereas Carl’s expressions and emotions are mostly anger or coldness. Which I think makes sense. I mean Peter's always been more dramatic, more emotive, more intense. There's that interview where he calls his drug abuse "self defense from reality" and in general it seems like his emotive state is always so intense and overwhelming/overwhelmed. Whereas Carl seems much calmer. Or at least more in-control, more subdued in his emoting. So it would make sense that this acting-out of their individual self destruction would mirror that perspective and the two reactive styles.

I just noticed that when he first enters, Peter taps the side of his double's face like "Sit the fuck up, we're gonna show them what they want to see" way. Like, showy but also casually cruel. Also every member of the band is wearing poorly-applied stage makeup; as real as this all is, within the peep show it’s seen by everyone else as a performance. I love the way the "audience" goes from intrigued, to horrifically fascinated, to gleeful, to getting off on the hurt. And they're not passively watching either, they’re pointing and laughing, participating and egging on. The only one who doesn’t seem to participate in some way is the “true fan,” whose only reaction is tears. During the words “heart of the matter” at the beginning of each chorus, the shot is always the audience, and “why so glum, it’s all on a platter” is also usually the audience.

There are so many more things on Peter's table than on Carl's. Carl gets coke, a hammer, and booze. Peter gets heroin & crack & related paraphernalia, cigarettes, a straight razor, and a whole lot of other random crap that I can’t identify because it’s hard to get a clear shot. Like, they were really shooting for brutally honest here. (Also that seems to reflect every photo Peter has ever posted of a table full of crap.)

I find the way Carl interacts with his double really interesting. Just this weird sort of back and forth between this sort of semi-comforting headlock-hug and extreme violence. Aside from the neck pat, Peter doesn’t interact with his double in the same way, but he looks a lot more upset than Carl does. There’s a cruel sort of cold smile on Carl’s face during most of the abuse, either that or hateful anger. It looks like a detached, almost superior-feeling “fuck you” expression, like an “I’m doing this because I hate you.” Whereas Peter’s face is either the same sort of cruel amusement or a sorrowful, sympathetic sadness, an “I’m doing this even though I don’t want to.”

And then you have John and Gary, and I love that they're included in this narrative because it's so important. And they're portraying two totally different types of worried, frustrated helplessness. You have John, who's just sitting or standing there, stock still, jaw clenched, staring sadly into middle distance or straight into the camera with this judgemental look. Like this "you are complicit" face. This sort of frozen, stoic pain of knowing that you can’t do anything because you have no control. And then you have Gary, who's shocked, yelling at them and yelling at the audience, trying to get someone to listen or do something and no one's listening or doing anything. His helplessness is more external, trying to connect and then getting frustrated at inaction or complicity. But Gary comforts the "true fan."

And John and Gary get to be inside the room with Carl, but they're outside of it, sitting with the audience whenever Peter's in the room.

Also, even at the beginning and the end, Carl never looks at or interacts with the audience. John and Gary get to be both audience members and inside the room. Peter looks at and acknowledges the audience at the beginning and at the end, but Carl doesn't acknowledge them at all. But Peter doesn’t acknowledge John or Gary, and Carl does.

It's interesting that Peter's verse in Heart Of The Matter sounds like it's speaking to the audience while the other two, which are Carl's verses, are self-narratives. It makes sense, because this song is a sentiment that most of Down In Albion expressed, but Carl's albums didn't really. So Carl gets to narrate for both of them, while Peter gets to do the finger-pointing at the fans and media. Also makes sense, because his problems had more media frenzy, so he has more grievances with people rubbernecking his problems. Carl gets to "hold" the personal narrative for both of them. But that makes sense as well. Peter gets to be angry at the media and at "fans" while Carl gets to express their personal hurts. Because if it was Peter singing those lines it would only be about Peter. But with Carl singing them it's clearly both entwined in each other.

In the last chorus, Carl beats his double with a wooden block, which I think is referential to the sink incident. I can't tell what Peter's doing to his double. I thought he was strangling him but it looks like he's just pushing him down into a fetal position? Carl's face at the end, before he reveals his double, is one of like...relief, almost, or exhausted release. He grabs his double’s hair/face with not a little roughness. Peter looks so sad looking at his own slumped over double, and he’s so gentle when he lifts the double’s head. But I love Peter's face when he reveals his dead double. "This is what you wanted, right?"

[omnivorousshipper]

#Request Fridayyyy

I’m like 100% sure that with all the talk about Deckard that Owen does when the crew (his crew) meets him or sees a pic they’re all like ‘thought you’d be taller’ or ‘he doesn’t look as menacing as Shaw said’ until they see him idk use a gun? Drive a car? point is….Owen loves his big brother v much but he’ll never let Deck know about it cause….just because 😂

I'm absolutely sure as well that everyone who has ever been in Owen's crew has heard at least one awe inspiring story about Deckard

~~~

Vegh stood back with the others, watching the scene unfold in front of them

She had worked with Shaw on and off for several years now. He had helped her when she had gotten in a spot of trouble involving boat theft, and that's when they had made their acquaintance

He was a pure genius and had a cruel streak that would make any person shiver. But he was also fair, making sure people got their dues. It was one of the reasons she respected him so much

Shaw was a respectable boss and person and she enjoyed working with him. Especially when moments like these occurred

Standing in the middle of the warehouse they had set up base in, was Shaw and a slightly shorter man

The man was bald and wearing a turtleneck sweater under a suit jacket. Looking at him, Vegh had to wonder what his connection to Shaw was

He had a very dominating arua around him that made her stand up straight and listen to him. But looking at him, she couldn't quite see if he had any muscles or not

He could just be a corrupt business man for all she knew. But she knew better

Some of the best assassins were those who could blend in at will

Watching Shaw interact with the man, Vegh was extremely curious what their relationship was. It was obvious Shaw respected the man, but also trusted him beyond measure

She had never seen him hug anyone before this man or smile that much without some kind of alcohol in his system

Maybe a lover? But that didn't quite fit. Shaw would never invite someone he had slept with to work in his crew. Sure, he might work with them, but never put them in his crew. That's why they were all sure there was nothing between Shaw and Ortiz

Finally, the two men seemed to be finished as they hugged one last time and Shaw saw the man out. Vegh watched closely as Shaw smiled after the man

When Shaw turned back to them, Vegh raised an eyebrow

"Who was that?"

"You don't have any idea?" He smirked

Vegh frowned and glanced at everyone else. Nobody said anything

"That," Shaw smirked even harder. "Was my brother, Deckard."

With that, Shaw walked out of the room, leaving them stunned

Vegh vaguely knew her mouth was hanging open as she processed the information

There was never a time when Shaw didn't talk about his brother. Always mentioning how the man was able to take down an army by himself, or use anything to kill, or even be able to escape any prison

But all those facts didn't seem to match up in Vegh's mind. How was someone who was smaller than Shaw supposed to be able to do all that?

If the older Shaw looked like Klaus and had the brains of their Shaw, then she would have believed it. But the guy who smiled and pat Shaw on the head?

Not really who she expected

Shrugging, she knew that even if Shaw was lying about his family, they'd find out sooner or later

---

That time came much sooner than she was expecting, because the next month, she was being dragged out of a burning car by the older Shaw

He had apparently showed up to help when the heist started to go tits up. They hadn't expected this many cops or guns, and now they were pinned down

Gasping for air, Vegh nodded in appreciation as Deckard laid her against a building, far away from her burning car. The man checked her over before standing, a gun in each hand

If she was asked later, Vegh wouldn't be able to explain what happened next. Because one moment, it looked like their crew was going to be arrested. But in the next, Deckard had all the cops down and giving them a way out

Vegh learned an important lesson that day

Never judge a Shaw by their looks

~~~

I hope you enjoyed friend!

[foronceleavemealone]

Long time no see

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: I feel like this is very dialogue heavy and I don’t know how to write good dialogue. I wrote a different begining, but I forgot to save it and the whole browser refreshed and I lost everything. So I don’t like this begining as much. I don’t know if this is any good. I know that in some of these conversations spanish would’ve been used, but I don’t speak spanish and I didn’t want to use google translate. There are lots of smiles, chuckles and sips, I guess that’s just how I roll as an awkward person. I apologise for any mistakes. I hope it’s at least a little bit enjoyable.

Summary: OC and Javier go to Laredo. Not very surprisingly Javier’s family wants to see him, the hero they all love and miss. Little do they know that he doesn’t feel like a hero at all while she knows.

Pairing:  Javier Peña x OC (I guess? But it can also be an insert. Seems somewhere in the middle for me. idk..)

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: mentions of death, explosion, survivors guilt, crying

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The flight wasn’t that long, but for someone who gets motion sickness it seemed to last for an eternity. That’s one of the reasons she hated flying.

“You ok?” Javier asked looking a bit concerned when the plane landed. He knew about her motion sickness, but still, seeing someone unwell made him feel uneasy.

“Yeah, I’m fine” she said as she tried to take a sip of water. Her hands were shaking a little bit. It’d be great if this sensation would disappear the moment the plane touches the ground. But it lingers for a bit, making the day a little bit more difficult to get through. A part of her thought that this sensation got worse when she was in a bad mood, so she tried to be positive. “It went better than I though it would”

“Ok, let’s just get off this damn plane” 

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When they exited the airport Javier’s dad was already waiting for them. 

“Hey pops. How ya been?” Javier said as he dropped his bag and went in for a hug.

“Oh my boy. I’m good, I’m good” Javier’s dad chuckled a little bit and gave a few pats on Javier’s back.

She admired this interaction from a bit further away. She knew that even though Javi wasn’t the most open when it came to feelings and emotions or affection, he had a good relationship with his dad as it was proven by this sweet moment. 

“And this must be your friend” Javier’s dad said looking at her.

“Ah...yes. It’s really great to see you again Mr. Peña” she reached out her hand.

“Sweatheart, you can call me Chucho.” he shook her hand. “I haven’t seen you since the day you both graduated from the academy. It’s good to see that Javier still keeps in touch with his friends from those days. You know, he talks about you” 

“Come on dad” Javier said while slightly rubbing his forehead with a small smile  on his face.

“Right” Chucho chuckled “let’s get going” he said and started walking to his car “we’ll chat on the way back’

She felt a little bit flustered. Sure she mentioned her friends to her mom. Especially since she and Javier were not only friends from the academy, but also trainee partners. So he once was quite a big part of her life. But the thought of Javier talking about her made her wonder in what light. 

“You need a hand with your suitcase?” Javier asked snapping her out of the thoughts.

“No, I’m fine” she smiled, started rolling her suitcase and walked to Chucho’s car.

“Here, let me help you” Javier said as she was about lift the suitcase up. 

“It’s really o-” she didn’t even finish as he picked up her suitcase and loaded it into the trunk. “Thanks” 

‘Yeah no problem” Javi said as he put his bag into the trunk and then gestured for her to get in the car. “Don’t you want to sit in the front?” he asked just as she was about to open the back door “I mean, I thought after the flight the motion sickness must be pretty bad still”

“Oh it’s fine. I’ll manage” she smiled again and thought about how many times she’s felt fine today.

He looked at her, not really believing her, but letting her be for now. 

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"You know, some of your aunts will want to see. They planned a little get together for tomorrow" Chucho started the conversation after quite some time of silence from the three of them, with only the radio playing in the background.

"Where at?" Javier asked with something weighing on his mind.

She figured he didn't really want this get together.

"At home. It's nothing big. And I hope our friend will join us too" Chucho said glancing at her from the rear-view mirror with a warm smile. "I already told everyone Javi's bringing over a friend"

"Oh, well then I'll gladly join you" she assured him.

Javier too glanced at her smiling a little bit.

The drive was longer than it usually would have been. Javier’s dad took some detours to show her a bit more of the town. She appreciated it. It was cute how he would throw in some fun facts about Javier along the way. Chuco showed her the school that Javi went to, the diner where he went on his first date. He also talked about Javi’s early childhood crushes, but Javier cut him off with blushing cheeks. It was a nice moment and she felt a little bit closer to Javier.

Chucho suggested stopping to watch the sunset as it was the golden hour and everything was swimming in the warm light, but after some discussion they decided that they’ve had enough to take in for the day. 

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She was settling in the room she was given. She still felt a bit uncomfortable with the fact that she was taking up space, even though Javier and Chucho both said that it’s ok and fine and that she was very much welcome here. 

She went to open a window, to let some fresh air in, and looked out to the backyard. It was very pretty. She remembered how Javier once mentioned his mother’s flower garden and here she was looking at it. Chucho didn’t seem like a huge gardener, but who knows, maybe he got some help to keep his wife’s legacy going. She was admiring the flowers bathing in the sunset when she heard a soft knock. She turned around and saw Javier.

“Hey, how you doing? Everything ok?” he asked leaning a bit on the the door frame.

“I’m good” finally she was something more than just fine “I was just enjoying the flowers. They’re very beautiful”

Javier smiled admiring the way she looked in the soft rays of the sunset.

“Do you wanna grab something to eat?” finally he asked after catching himeslf staring.

She nodded and they both went downstairs. They had a lovely dinner with Chucho, chatting away about various topics, and once again Javier’s childhood stories finding their way into the conversation and being painfully taken in (by blushing and slight laughter and small smiles) by Javier himself, They were talking for quite some time, before Chucho decided to retire for the night, leaving her and Javier at the kitchen table. 

“Your dad’s really sweet” she said before taking a sip of her drink “and a good story teller”

“Sure he is” Javier sat back and smiled “when he wants to embarrass me”

“Oh how’s that embarrassing? I thought all of those stories were lovely and cute”

“Yeah especially the one with neighbour’s dog” 

They both looked at each other and burst out laughing. They settled down after a few laughing bursts. It was a calming silence. Javi had missed such silence. With no pressure, no fear. She always seemed to make it comfortable. She always made everything a little bit better than it actually was. He had a few partners through out his carreer. He felt like Steve and her were the closest ones he’s had. But she was his first partner. Even though they were trainees back theb. They were just starting work straight out of the academy and she was right there alongside him. ‘Through thick and thin’ Javier thought to himself. 

“Well we should clean up” she said and picked up both of their plates bringing Javier back to the moment.

“Oh you don’t need to do that. Let me wash the dishes” 

“It’s fine. It’s the least I can do. Are you looking forward to tomorrow?” she asked feeling a bit (once again) out of place. It was supposed to be a family gathering and she felt like she was going to be an intruder. Besides Javier and his dad she knew no one. She didn’t want to leech on on any of them, yet she didn’t want to awkwardly hang around. 

“Oh... It’s inevitable at this point” he sighed “it’ll be fine” he said as if he sensed her thoughts. 

She looked at him and smiled. 

“We better go to bed, huh” she looked at the clock “since tomorrow’s gonna be a big day”

“Yeah we should” Javier agreed and they both went up the stairs. “Everything ok, you don’t need anything?” he asked her when they reached her room. 

“Yeah, everything’s good”

“Well if you need anything, my room is right next to yours”

“Ok. Goodnight, Javi” she patted his arm which sent chills down his spine.

“Goodnight” he walked to the door of his room and looked back at her’s. Various thoughts rushed through his mind, but he only shook his head and entered his own room. 

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She couldn’t really sleep. Something was bothering her. The new surroundings? The events of the day? Sure they had a part in all of this, but it was something else. Everything seemed like a distraction from the things she was actually feeling. ‘But this is supposed to be a distraction, right?’ she thought to herself. Everything seems different during the day, but when the night comes and there are no more distractions, all of the demons come out to play. Should she even call these things demons? Then again, who’s gonna tell her not to if they bother her...

The demons are one thing, but Javi... now that’s another thing. She had forgotten how good she feels when they’re together. A laugh, a smile and the whole world seems a bit brighter with him around. She didn’t even realise that she was smiling thinking about him. 

She remembered what was waiting for her tomorrow. A big unknown. She’d had plenty of briefings and meetings with various important people at work and she didn’t feel this nervous. At about 3am she came to the conclusion that whatever happens, happens. It’s better to get some sleep instead, since it seems like it’s going to be another long day.

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She woke up at 8 am. Somehow she felt refreshed even after all that inner turmoil. She started getting ready. Chucho said everyone would gather up at about 11am so she was right on track. She thought she’d skip breakfast, since the nerves were once again showing their presence, and wait around for lunch. She looked through the clothes she had brought. ‘What does one even wear to a family lunch like this?’ Her family never did such things, there were never any get togethers apart from funerals and weddings. Since she didn’t have much to choose from she picked black jeans, a moss green button up and black trainers. She also put on a charm necklace. She looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Something’s missing’ she thought. And then she remembered. She looked through the jewelry she had brought with her and found the watch. Javi’s watch. She thought it’d be somewhat sentimental bringing it here. She put on the watch and was heading out of the room. The second she opened the door she bumped into Javi.

“Oh sorry. I was just coming to get you” 

“Get me? For what? I thought everyone was gonna come at eleven”

“There’s no punctuality in this family” he smiled “everyone’s here already. Besides, I’m not letting you go out there alone”

All the nerves increased, since she thought she’d have more time to mentally get ready for this. But everyone was already here, which also meant that they were waiting for Javi to come back. He was the one they wanted to see after a long time, not her. But it was sweet of him to get her and ease her worries.  

“Ok, let’s go” she laughed nervously.

There were actually more people than she thought there would be. She figured it wasn’t only his aunts that were here, but his uncles, cousins and their children too. There were tables set out outside, in the backyard, and there was a lot of food. Everyone had most likely brought something to contribute. 

Javi introduced her to his aunts since they were the most eager to meet her. When they heard Javi was bringing over a friend, they thought it would be, well, a man. Instead they saw a woman walking next to Javi and immediately thought that this was more than a friend and that Chucho mixed something up telling them the information. They started asking questions about the “relationship”, how long they’ve been together, when’s the wedding and are there any children in their plans. All of these questions smacked both her and Javi in the face as they came out one after the other, not giving them a moment to answer anything. They both seemed flustered and they both explained that they’re just friends. The aunts were visibly upset at first but got over it pretty quickly. 

Javi then tried to introduce her to his other relatives one by one, but after a while she lost Javier to some of the children as they wanted his attention and wandered off to maybe strike up a conversation with any of his other relatives on her own. 

The gathering actually lasted the whole day. Some people left earlier than others, but the sun had already set and there still were people there. She helped cleaning up along the way with the other women and saw some of them off. 

Javi saw the last of the guests off and walked back into the kitchen where his dad was putting away leftovers.

“What a day” Javi said grabbing a beer.

“Sure was”

“Can you believe aunties thought we were a couple” Javi laughed and took a sip.

“Can’t blame them. Wouldn’t it be nice?” Chucho looked at Javier. They stared at each other for a bit. “She’s all grown up now. She’s a nice girl, Javi”

“She is” he twisted the bottle in his hands.

“Then why don’t you do something about it, son” Chucho said calmly. 

Javier looked at the ground. You could actually see the gears turning in his head.

“Where is she?” he finally asked.

“She’s outside” Chucho gestured to the backyard “she helped clean up and said she was going to get some fresh air” 

Javier walked outside, hands a bit clamy. He saw that she was sitting on the swingset. He walked over.

“Hey” he said with a soft smile.

“Hey you too” she said and scooched over.

He sat next to her. They were making the swing sway a little bit. 

“How... was today?” finally he broke the silence.

“It was good. Your cousin James is really... quite the charmer” 

Javier chuckled. 

“I saw you both talking” he did see them and he didn’t really like the way he was getting so close to her “did he show you pictures of his car or at least talk about his car?”

“Yeah, he did, a lot actually”

“That means he was hitting on you”

She looked at him smiling.

“What?” she giggled.

“Yeah, he’s got his own style. Doesn’t get him very far, but he still does it” he chuckled too. 

They both sat in the silence for a bit, but she was the one to break it this time. 

“How did you feel today? Back at home, surrounded by family”

“I guess it’s nice seeing everyone again, but...” he didn’t finish.

“You don’t like the attention” she did it for him.

“Yeah”

“They consider you a hero” 

“I’m not a hero” he felt like he’d heard these words before “nothing I did was hero-like”

“And that’s why you quit” 

“That’s why I quit” he nodded and looked outwards into nothing. 

She looked up to the sky. The night was warm, the sky was clear, not a single cloud in sight, so the stars were visible. She teared up a little bit while looking at them.

“You never told me why you quit” Javier said making the swing sway a bit more.

“It’s complicated” she said quietly.

He looked at her and saw her teary eyes. He was saddened by the sight. He didn’t expect her to say anything else, but he didn’t want her keeping everything in. She surprised him.

“I’d had enough. The shootouts, the bureaucracy, the right, the wrong, the work itself. Everything had built up, but losing my partner was the last straw” she paused for a bit “two months ago me and my partner Lydia were busting a lab. Nothing difficult. It’s as basic as basics get. The mission seemed like a success, we were about to pack up and go back, leaving the rest of the crew to finish with the substance collecting, when I realised I had lost my pager. I was about to go back and look for it, but Lydia said she wanted to check something up with the team and that she would look for it. So she went back into that basement” she paused for a moment again “there was an explosion. It killed her and five other people from my team”

He looked at her and saw a tear falling down her cheek.

“Were you injured?” his mind couldn’t comprehend the fact that she could’ve died that day. His very first partner, his friend, the woman he...

“I was fine. The explosion knocked me down, but I was far enough from it” she wiped away a tear “gosh.. I just keep thinking that it should’ve been me. I lost the pager, it was mine I-”

“It shouldn’t have been you” Javier interupted her and took her hand “it was an accident, ok? I’m sorry that you lost your partner and your team. But I am glad that you’re ok” he rubbed her hand with his thumb. He saw that she was trying her best not to cry so he put his hand around her and that was enough for her to lean into him and start crying. He held her until she calmed down, caressing her shoulder. At that moment he felt like he would’ve done everything in his power to protect her. 

It was the first time she had talked about this with someone. She was the type to bottle everything up, so it felt like a rock had been lifted from her chest. It was also comforting to be in his arms. She felt safe, calm at least for a moment.

“I’m sorry” she said still laying her head on his chest.

“Don’t be. It’s ok” he took her hand and was about to lift it and kiss it when he noticed that she was wearing that watch, his watch. “You’re wearing my watch” he rubbed her hand.

“Oh.. yeah... I thought it’d be a nice sentiment” 

That made him smile for some reason. But his thoughts were interupted when she sat back up, leaving his embrace. 

“Way to ruin a decent day, huh” she smiled and looked down.

“You didn’t ruin anything. If anything, you made it worth while” 

She looked at him and put a hand on his knee and caressed it a little bit. They sat on the swing for a little while. She had forgotten how calming the silences were when she was with him. No pressure, no fear. It just felt right. 

His mind was racing. He had so many thoughts, so many feelings. He was deep in thought when he heard her speak.

“It’s getting cold” she said rubbing her arm.

“Yeah... we should go to bed” he said as he stood up. He looked at her. He hesitated reaching out and taking her hand, so he was relieved that she got the memo to walk with him back to the house.

They reached her bedroom and stopped.

“Javi, I...” she looked into his eyes. Eventhough it was almost midnight the crescent moon provided enough light to see just how deep and beautiful they were. He was looking right back into her eyes as well. There was no doubt that they both were feeling the same thing. “Thank you, Javi” she broke the tension.

“Yeah.. no problem. Well I should..” he gestured to his bedroom.

“Yeah so should I” she gestured to her room. They both chuckled and went to their separate rooms.