#is that straight up just a whole chunk missing from your thigh???

[lizardlicks]

I am intrigued about the ‘Zukka amnesia fic but it's funny’ WIP! :)

This is another one that currently only exists as an idea and some notes, but the premise is that I kind of want to play with an amnesia trope, because we have a few of those in the fandom, but it seems like most of the takes are "and then Sokka hated Zuko's guts" or "and then Zuko turned evil again."

So I thought. What if something happened to Sokka where he surfers bonkus of the conkus thanks to some kind of Plot against Zuko as Fire Lord. I wanna do sokka getting amnesia but like. doesn't immediately ape out at zuko because uh, he's kind of the observant context clues guy? Mostly just a funny scenario where sokka gets captured by some whatever badguy, zuko comes to rescue him and he's like.

Hey wait aren't you one of the bad guys? No, hang on, this Zuko is older than I remember, and his hair has grown way out, and he seems really concerned about me personally. either I'm missing a chunk of time or got spirit zapped to a different universe, and while I can't rule out the second one yet, the first is more likely considering my recent head injury.

okay he says he switched sides and we kicked his dad's ass and won the war a couple years ago, yay team, go us

now we're sneaking out of this bad guy hide out. huh, he's kind of. handsy. I don't think he's noticed though. Hey is that a hicky? Oh shit i don't think these bruises on my legs are from fighting. "Hey Zuko, are we like. Fuck buddies or something?"

Zuko chokes on his own spit like "UH. That is. Not how I would phrase it, no!"

Zuko gets all flustered and snappy and blushy when sokka presses and he's like ooooh yeah we're definitely doing the horizontal tango, then proceeds to get increasingly flirty and suggestive with Zuko as they're trying to escape to safety--!

but Zuko doesn't tell him to stop, he just lets sokka talk while he gets more worked up and sokka decides yeah okay, flustered zuko is cute actually, good job landing him, future me. wonder what he's like in bed. if this ache in my back and thighs is anything to go by I bet it's amazing haha well if I don't remember soon I'll just have to find out again ig lol

Zuko saying something like "why do I love you so much" and Sokka lights up like *gasp* "You loooooooove me, you adoooore me, I'm the light of your liiiiife!!!"

Zuko meanwhile was straight up getting ready to propose to his committed BF of the last couple years when this whole mess kicked off. Said bf has been piecing their relationship together backwards this entire time and Zuko is dying.

[age-of-moonknight]

“Endgame,” Marc Spector: Moon Knight (vol. 1/1989), #40.

Writers: Terry Kavanaugh and Ron Garney; Penciler: Gary Kwapisz; Inker: Tom Palmer; Colorist: Ian Laughlin; Letterer: Ken Lopez

[oneshot-wxnderland]

Lab Partners With Benefits Pt. 2 | Percy Jackson

Summary: A week has gone by and Y/n hasn’t stopped thinking about her encounter with Percy. Now it’s time for her lab and she can’t tell if she’s yearning or dreading seeing him again.

Category: smut

Part 1 | Part 3

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          One week later and you walked into your lab again. This time however, your table was empty. Disappointment curbed your mix of nerves, excitement, and dread at seeing Percy again as you sat down. 

          Good, you thought. Gives me a chance to calm the hell down and stop acting so childish.

          But as the minutes ticked down to the start of class and Percy had yet to make an appearance, your eyebrows creased in thought. 

          Where was he? Was it normal for him to roll in at the last second?

          Before last week you hadn’t paid any attention to him, but since last week he had rarely left your mind. Shamefully, you admit it. Those few hours with Percy had played on repeat since they ended. And not even just when he was kissing you, although that part was frequently visited. No, you were hung up on the most mundane things about him, like how he ran his hand through his hair whenever he got stuck on a question. Or the way he always had a beat going in his fingers or legs. Or the way actually opened a door for you. Do people even still do that? 

          Mack started the class with a greeting and you snapped out of your head. 

          Percy still wasn’t here.

          Is he avoiding me? No, he’s just a college student that’s running late or skipping class. Well, he better not be skipping class because you have a tough assignment to do today. Speaking of which, you forced yourself to listen to your TA explain it. 

          “What did I miss?” A familiar voice whispered in your ear and you jumped, whipping your head to see Percy in the seat next to you, failing to suppress a grin.

          Your frazzled nerves made you want to respond with a few choice words, but the mischievous gleam in his green eyes made it hard to stay mad at him.

          “Where were you?” you asked him, passing over his copy of the work. 

          “I had to take care of something.” 

          The cryptic answer gave you cause to look over him as he turned his attention to the front of the room. His hair was messy, his cheeks slightly flushed, and you couldn’t be sure since he caught you staring, but you think you saw a cut in his shirt. It looked like he was just in a fight. 

          “Is your shirt cut?” you asked and reached out to inspect it, fingers meeting his side through the hole and making him jump. Percy took your wrist and brought it back up to the table.

          “Hey, wait till after class,” he slyly reprimanded you, drawing a scoff out of you. Which drew the attention of the people sitting closest to you, so you both lowered your voices further.

          “Seriously though,” you nodded your head to his side. “How’d that happen?”

          “I snagged it,” he started. “On a tree.”

          “Right.”

          You were about to ask him what he did to make the tree mad when the feeling of something on your hand drew your attention. He was absentmindedly rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb, and it wasn’t until then that you realized he was still holding your hand. This made him also notice that you were holding hands and you awkwardly pulled away first. An uncomfortable silence fell over you both that lasted the rest of the lab.

          It was weird how natural it felt to hold his hand and to talk with him like that. You had barely spoken since you met and while you had been moderately physically intimate with him before, you hadn’t been this kind of intimate. This whole relationship with Percy is unlike one you’ve never experienced before. You’re not quite strangers, not quite friends, not quite together. The massive grey area surrounding Percy made red flags pop up in your head. And yet, when he casually invited you back to his place once the lab had ended, your mouth accepted before your mind could stop you. 

          This time you actually made it into the living room before you started making out. Even going so far as to make a show of setting up your lab books on the coffee table as if you were actually going to get work done before you couldn’t take it anymore and pulled him to you by his collar.

          This time, you set a slower pace than your frenzied kisses against the door, allowing you to savor every move he made. Percy relinquished control of the kiss to you and tugged on your thigh until you were straddling his lap. His hands pressed flat against your lower back until your chest was flush with his and tilted his chin up to catch your lips again. 

          You felt him shiver when your fingertips met the back of his neck, tugging on the hair there. As a result you felt Percy smirk against your lips and in a deep voice that made heat flare up through your core he told you, “Hold on.”

          Percy paused in kissing you and his warning made your eyebrows crease in confusion until you felt his hands hook under your thighs and he shifted his weight until he was slightly standing. Then he twisted and laid you down on the couch and had his mouth back on yours before you could process what had happened. 

          In the new position, Percy took control of the kiss and sped it up a little, but still took his time tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. His thumbs made little circles on your thighs from where he was still gripping them and it brought you back to earlier in the day. In response your own hands moved down his back and to his sides where your finger found the hole in his shirt again.

          “It was a tree,” he said against your lips.

          “Sure it was,” you replied.

          At that Percy pushed up into a kneeling position with your legs still on either side of his hips and you worried for a second that he was actually bugged by your insistence with the hole-thing. Until he pulled his shirt off and your mind short circuited. He balled it up and tossed it across the room with a final, “There. Outta sight, outta mind.”

          Your jaw was still partially dropped from the revelation of his surprisingly toned abdomen and you gave a distracted “Uh-huh” before you all but yanked him back down to you, surprising him with your strength and the newfound urgency in your kiss. He matched the new tempo and your legs hooked around his waist, causing him to groan and rock his hips down into yours. 

          Percy savored the gasp you let out and ground into you again. One of his hands hitched your thigh up higher and the other traveled up your hip and under your shirt to grip your side. He allowed you to catch your breath as he leaned up to your ear.

          “What do you want, princess?” His husky voice blew any and all recollection of red flags and warnings straight out of your mind, in fact everything was emptied from your head except for thoughts pertaining to how good he felt pressed against you and how much more of him you needed.

          “You. All of you.” 

          Percy could’ve died a happy man right then and there. 

          He ducked back down to your mouth, recapturing it with his own and picking up where he left off. This time he felt the heat of the mutual understanding of where the situation was headed and braced his hand above your head on the couch armrest. However, that action did bring up the first smart thought he’d had since he sat next to you earlier.

          “Wait.” He pulled back and eyed your lips, which were red from his kisses.

          “What’s wrong?” You asked and brushed a chunk of hair away from his eyes.

          “If I get to have you, we’re not doing it on the couch my roommate got off Craigslist.” 

          You threw your head back laughing and Percy could only stare and smile dumbly, feeling something new he hadn’t felt in a long time.

          But then he remembered what was to come and hooked his hands underneath your thighs again to lift you up. 

          Percy was conflicted. On the one hand he wanted to get to his bedroom as quickly as possible. But on the other he loved the way your arms were wrapped tight around him and how you had occupied yourself with placing kisses along his neck. So he decided to take a detour through the kitchen to grab some granola bars.

          “Are you kidding me?” 

          “We might be hungry later!” He defended himself and felt you drop your forehead to his shoulder.

          “Just walk.”

          Fortunately the granola-detour didn’t completely kill the mood and Percy kicked his door shut and somehow stumbled to the bed while completely lost in your kiss. His plan was to drop you onto the covers and then take off his jeans, but you had other plans and refused to let go of him so he fell on top of you. The bouncing from the fall made your shirt ride up and Percy took the opportunity to run his hands up the exposed skin, stopping just as his fingertips were in reach of the underside of your bra.

          You broke the kiss for a moment to grant his unspoken request and pulled your shirt off, but when you laid back down his lips didn’t return to yours. Instead his mouth dragged down your neck, conscious of the marks he would leave. When he reached your collar bone, your hands buried themselves in his hair as his hands squeezed your bra and placed hot kisses on the skin that spilled over the top. 

          “Percy,” you moaned as your back arched up into his touch. “Percy, please.” 

          “Please what?” He looked up at you.

          “Please, touch me.”

           “I am touching you.” He responded and proved his point with another tight squeeze to your chest.

          “You know what I mean,” you huffed, knowing you were playing right into his teasing by getting riled up but dammit, you needed him badly. 

          He tilted his head innocently. “Do I?”

          Even though he was looking up at you with those big green eyes, you could tell by the way his thigh pressed between your legs that he knew exactly what you meant. As hot as his teasing was, you had spent all week thinking about him and you just couldn’t wait any longer, so you pulled him up to you by his hair and tried to speak as evenly and clearly as you could. 

          “Percy Jackson if you do not quit teasing me I will-.” Your gasp cut you off when his hand slipped beneath your pants and pressed against your core.

          “Oh, you meant here?” The cocky bastard punctuated his words with a pinch to your clit. “Is this what you wanted?”

          Percy committed the speechless look on your face to memory as you glared back up at him. 

          “I hate you.” you ground out when the initial shock of his touch faded. You hated his infuriating smirk. You hated his disheveled dark hair. You hated how his hands left you to pull down your pants at an achingly slow pace. And you especially hated how he somehow knew exactly how to touch you. 

          “Is that so? Then you’re gonna really hate this.” 

          His warning barely registered with you before two fingers plunged into you. Percy cherished the way you cried out and clenched around his fingers, imagining how it would feel around his dick later on. 

          The achingly slow pace he set as his digits pumped in and out of you turned you to puddy in his hands, eyes screwed shut so that you didn’t notice Percy lean down until you felt his breath against your ear.

          “You like that? You want more?” he asked, but grew unsatisfied by your lack of response. The hand that wasn’t currently brushing your g-spot with every curl came up to your jaw and turned your face to his. “Answer me.”

          “Yes,” you panted as his palm pressed on your clit. “I want more. Please give me more, Percy.”

“Good girl.” He praised and swiped his thumb across your bottom lip. “But I don’t think you deserve it. You’ve been greedy for my touch and ungrateful for what I give you. Distracting me all through class with your leg pressed against mine and your cleavage teasing me every time you leaned into the table.”

          The way his fingers were speeding up made it hard to focus on his voice in your ear but he continued anyway.

          “Barely said a word to me but now here you are,” he took his time pressing a kiss to the spot below your ear. “So desperate for my cock.” 

          Your approaching orgasm made your pride disappear and you readily begged him for release. 

          “Look at you, so pretty when you beg for me.” He watched you intently, taking in every signal your body gave until he knew you were seconds from going over the edge. “I bet you do this all the time.”

          At that he suddenly pulled his hand away from where you needed it. Your whine of frustration had no affect on him as he leisurely brought his fingers to his mouth to clean them of your juices.

          “Huh? I bet you tease any poor guy who happens to sit next to you. You get them so hooked on you that they follow you to bed. Isn’t that right, baby?” Percy’s words and lack of contact made you hurriedly deny them.

          “No,” you insisted and turned your face to his. “Of course not.”

          “No? Are you sure?” His hand caressed your jaw and moved down, tempting you with feather light touches.

          “Yes. There’s only you.” Your assurances earned you a kiss.

          “Good girl. Now roll over and stick that pretty ass up for me.” 

          Doing as he said, your cheek pressed into his pillow and your back arched for him, hoping that your eager compliance will get him to forgo any further teasing and just rail you. 

          Percy brushed the hair from your face and leaned down to place a sweet kiss on the back of your neck and whisper, “You’re so beautiful.”

          The softness of his tone distracted you until his hands found their hold on your hips and he thrusted into you. 

          Percy’s low groan filled your ears while his cock filled your pussy. You don’t think you’ve ever been this stretched before and you weren’t sure you could’ve taken him if you hadn’t already been so wet. The way his hands gripped you tighter made you peek over your shoulder to see his eyes shut and arms strained to keep himself from ramming into you. 

          I mean what can you say it was fucking hot. 

          To put him out of his misery you rolled your hips against his as a signal that you were ready and it apparently caught him off guard since he let out a cute little gasp. Then he caught you looking at him and his cheeks reddened at your smiling to his boyish response. The only way you could describe his following look was “You’re gonna regret that.”

          But when he started off at a brutal pace you honestly could say you didn’t regret a thing. His dick pounded into you and hit deeper than anyone else had before. Your hands desperately tried to find purchase on his sheets and gripped them tightly when one of his hands snaked around and found your clit again. 

          Percy hung on every noise you made and wondered if anything else would ever sound as good as you moaning his name, which made him want to see your face as you did.

          He pulled out of you and turned you onto your back, your eyes meeting as he propped one of your legs against his shoulder and went back to work. He liked this. Being able to watch you come undone around him, your hair a mess and your chest bouncing with his thrusts. But he also saw your hands grappling the sheets for something to hold onto and he thought he would offer his services one again.

          Percy leaned down over you and captured your mouth with his once again, not breaking his rhythm even as your hands tugged on his shoulders and pulled him closer to you still.

          “Y/n,” he groaned into your mouth when your hand gave a particularly hard pull to his hair.

          “Percy, I’m… I-.”

          “I know.” Your climax was moments away and Percy’s was right behind it. “Cum for me, babygirl.”

          This boy was going to be the death of you. Percy leaned back from the kiss to hear all of the pretty sounds you made as you came around his cock, the clenching of your walls sending him over the edge with you.

          You pulled Percy back down to you for one last kiss as you rode out your highs, this one slower than before. His forehead rested against yours as you were catching your breath and he kissed it before rolling over to lay next to you. Time passed as you both lay there for a while coming down from your highs and your eyes remained on the ceiling as your hand tentatively found his. 

          This is probably too weird he’s going to ask me to leave now that it’s over and in what world do you hold hands with somebody you just hooked up with? Your worries were silenced as he confidently took your hand in his and squeezed it. 

          “You want a granola bar?” he asked, causing a tired and satisfied burst of laughter to come from you. 

          “Fuckin… sure,” you replied and he reached over you to the nightstand and on his forearm you saw the “mysterious gang affiliated” tattoo that Lauren had been freaked out about. You admit, it was kind of weird, but it was probably nothing. 

          It could be initials or something, you pondered. The ‘P’ could stand for Percy.

          “Here.” The boy in question offered you a granola bar and you unwrapped them before cheersing. You were kind of hungry, content to just lay there and eat the stupid granola bar and breathe with him.

          “You did clean that couch after you got it off Craigslist, right?” You asked him after it popped into your head.

          “What? Oh… yeah. Yeah.”

          “Liar.”

Part 3

[jengajives]

I very much hope you write more of that modern AU! I love it a lot. But someone’s death scene would be very nice as well - there’s a lot of potential for angst there

So I finally got around to finishing the next part of the modern AU!

Hope you all enjoy!

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Daeron would probably still be pissed off if the salad wasn’t so damn good.

Seriously. It was so good it was making him question his entire understanding of Noldorin culture.

For a bunch of meat-eating metalsmiths obsessed with the artificial to produce a salad like this was almost unthinkable.

He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of saying that, though. His mouth was too full.

“This is delicious,” Maglor said next to him. The stubborn desire not to give his hosts the privilege of his visible gratitude immediately melted away and Daeron nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

“So good!”

Fëanor simply inclined his head with pride gleaming hot in his eyes. “The cooks are very good. We have this charming Avari on staff and she makes the most fascinating cuisine. You ever have Avari food, Daeron?”

Daeron nodded. He wasn’t sure ‘fascinating’ was a word he would use and if it was even acceptable to do so, but he could be polite for the sake of the salad.

“Sindarin and Avari food are very similar. Sometimes we do recipe swaps and things like that.”

Caranthir glowered at him from across the table. Before he could snap some microaggression in reply, though, his mother joined the conversation.

“You know, my partner is Teleri, so we eat a lot of traditional meals. I never thought I’d like fish, and I never would have even tried it if it weren’t for her. I think that trying food out of one’s cultural realm is a very unifying thing.”Fëanor pulled a face.

“Oh, that’s very cool!” Daeron said as he took another bite of salad. Maglor hadn’t been kidding when he said most of the family was gay. It was a welcome change, to be honest. “How long have you two been together?”

“We’ve dated about, oh, three and a half, four years now. She’s a lot of fun, you know. Very attentive. Loyal.” She didn’t look at Fëanor as she said it, but he still flinched as if scalded by the remark. Clearly he did not take well to even the slightest implication of character flaws.

For a moment, there was utter silence, except the sound of Celebrimbor’s soft babbles. Finally, Maedhros cleared his throat and tried to restart some form of cordial conversation.

“How are things in the lab, Dad?”

“Not good,” Fëanor said darkly. “I’m no closer to recreating the formula and campus officials still haven’t taken my complaints regarding Bauglir seriously. It’s unbelievable. The man steals my life work and murders my father and still everyone is too busy groveling in front of the other Valar to care. Disgraceful.”

Daeron nearly choked on his drink trying to process that entire sentence.

“We’ll get him,” Mae said in a voice that conveyed calmness very suspiciously. “Don’t worry, Dad. No matter what it takes.”

Daeron, having recovered from his brief coughing fit, managed to creak out a question.

“What is it you do, Mr. Curufinwë?”

“I’m a molecular geochemist.” He flicked something off his plate, rather improperly. “And sometimes a professor because I’ll lose funding if I don’t lecture.”

Daeron looked at Maglor for help, and Mags just shrugged.

“He makes rocks.”

“Stones, son. Precious stones mostly. Other types of geologic matter, too.”

“Yes,” Nerdanel added tiredly. “He does so love his stones.”

Someone stole his life work as a rock professor and then… murdered his dad. What?

When he remembered he should be politely paying attention, he tried to zone in, but the only things he could decipher were that Nerdanel and her ex-husband were now arguing and Maglor looked uncomfortable, so he just put his hand on his boyfriend’s thigh and continued trying to figure out how someone could murder a college rock professor’s dad and get away with it.

“Daeron!”

Slowly he blinked and turned his head to see one of the twins grinning eagerly at him. He had no idea which was which and, to be honest, he’d forgotten what they were even called in the first place.

“Yes?”

“We need your help, dude. What’s the capital of Ligma?”

The other twin smothered a laugh. Daeron stared blankly at the two of them, then glanced at Maglor, then back to them.

Are you serious?

He cleared his throat, speaking deliberately so he could think of his salad in between each word and remind himself this was all worth it. “I don’t know. What is the capital of-“

“Ligma balls!” the other twin bellowed, and both of them erupted into screeching laughter.

Daeron looked down at his plate and counted the chunks of strawberry until the quiet rage died down.

“You two are so immature,” Caranthir muttered. Celegorm gave his brothers a very un-sneaky thumbs up.

Six… Seven… Eight… Oh, I’ve bitten that one, looks like eight and a half…

“Why would I send you something for our anniversary if we’re divorced?” Nerdanel snapped, reminding Daeron that she was still deep in argument with her ex, who he was less fond of by the second.

“Because you miss me,” Fëanor said with such certainty it made Daeron’s stomach churn. Nerdanel laughed coldly.

“Fëanor, I spent about ten years missing you until I realized you didn’t miss me back.”

“I do miss you.”

“Sure. What do you miss more? Me, or your special rocks?”

There was a very long pause. No one else at the table made a sound until finally Fëanor creaked an indignant “You really can’t compare-“

“That’s what I thought.” Nerdanel took a hearty sip of her wine. “When you’re done being in love with a couple of lifeless rocks we can talk. Until then, I don’t want to hear it.”

Maglor looked like he was trying to melt out of his chair into a puddle on the floor. Next to him, Maedhros looked straight ahead with a glazed expression on his face, clearly not listening.

Curufin shifted Celebrimbor to his hip and began to speak in a lazily arrogant little drawl that mimicked his father’s with none of the elegance. “You know, Dad, my wife was just the same.”

Nerdanel made a horrible whine sort of sound. “Curufin, do not start about your wife, you know I’m still upset with you.”

“All I’m saying is that women are very jealous creatures. They have a hard time understanding the passion for one’s work and they tend to take it personally.”

Daeron blinked.

Lot to unpack there.

Nerdanel stood up, slapping her hands on the table. “I think I’m going to go.”

Daeron could not blame her.

“Son,” Fëanor said gravely as Nerdanel stood and made a brisk walk for the door. He fixed Curufin in a gaze like molten iron. “We have nothing but respect for women here. Apologize to your mother.”

“I was just agreeing with what you-“

“You did not have to do it in a way that suggested our companions, mothers, sisters, and wives are any lesser than we are. Apologize now.”

Curufin hesitated, shifted Celebrimbor to his other hip, then quietly and meekly said, “I’m sorry, Mother.”

“It was lovely to meet you, Daeron,” Nerdanel said without so much as a glance at her son.

Daeron nodded, still too stunned by the whole situation to speak.

Nerdanel left, utterly neglecting to reply to Curufin’s half-assed apology.

For a long time there was silence at the table until Celegorm cleared his throat and leaned over.

“So, Mae. I hear you’ve got a new special someone.”

Maedhros’s face flushed, and just like that the conversation bounced right back on track, as if the entire sexist outburst hadn’t happened and they weren’t missing a family member.

Daeron looked helplessly at Maglor, who just looked helplessly back.

[x-lipstickstain-x]

Studying - Daniel Ricciardo

I wrote this when I was supposed to be studying and then finished it off when I was tipsy so enjoy this quick read. Happy Friday! 😘

My eyes ached from staring at the blazing screen all day, it was safe to say that trying to concentrate was like being at war with my own mind at this point. I typed out a sentence, then stared at it for another five minutes trying to understand what I just wrote, it wasn’t working so I angrily held down the backspace, almost breaking the button.

The front door closed, the sound echoing throughout the building, telling me that Daniel had returned back from training and some interviews he had planned for today.

“Babe, I’m home!”

“I know.” I mumbled, attempting once more to type the same sentence, rather coherently this time.

The door to my study room creaked open, but I didn’t hear further footsteps, urging me to glance back over my shoulder to see my boyfriend leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. “What?”

“You haven’t moved from here since I left this morning.” He noticed.

I scoffed and shrugged my shoulders. “Well it’s not my fault I have so much to do.” I turned back to my laptop, deciding to ignore his presence.

“Have you at least eaten?”

I nodded to dismiss his question, glancing at the unfinished sandwich on the side once I heard him leave, it had been there since breakfast. I started to type again, immersing myself in some theory I didn’t understand.

Lately I hadn't been able to concentrate on any uni work, so I had to force myself to catch up, which is why I’ve been spending the past few days studying and writing my paper. It was exhausting for me and I could imagine it was for Daniel too, as I haven’t exactly been the kindest to him.

It was about an hour later when the door creaked open again, the light switching on this time. I turned around in my chair, ready to attack him for disturbing me and having the audacity to flick the light on, but he stood there with his hand extended out to me, his face serious.

My gaze flicked between his hand and his face, but after a brief moment I shook my head. “I can’t, I still have a lot to do.” I sighed, ready to turn away from him, but I was swiftly lifted off of my seat, automatically wrapping my arms around his neck so that I wouldn’t land flat on the floor. “Daniel no!” I protested though it was useless, his arms held me tightly and there was no way for me to wiggle out, showing just how much stronger than me he was.

“You’re going down a very dangerous route, you know that?” He was talking about my latest habits. He looked me straight in the eyes and that’s when I realised how exhausted he looked and how he wasn’t smiling like he usually would. I closed my eyes, burying my face into his neck as he held me close, a sigh of defeat escaping my lips. I felt terrible, I was selfish, only caring about my own issues, while he was always here to support me, but all I did was try to push him away and be cold to him, he didn’t deserve any of this. He took care of me on his days off, as much as he could, always making sure I was fed and had everything I needed, while I just snapped at him when he tried to help.

“Are you okay?” I whispered, lifting my head up to look at him. I was glad to see the corners of his lips curve up slightly.

“Not until you are.” He pressed a single kiss to my lips before placing me down on a seat at the dinner table.

I chuckled at the sight in front of me. “My favourite.” I smiled looking down at the pizza, suddenly becoming aware of how hungry I really was.

“Why do you think I got it?” He mocked my usual snappy tone. I rolled my eyes and pulled him down to sit beside me. I kicked my legs over his lap, letting him rest his free hand on my thigh as he took a slice of pizza in the other. Surprisingly, he lifted it to my lips instead of his own. I smiled gratefully at him, taking a bite before taking the whole slice from him.

“So good.” I let my head rest back, enjoying the taste of food way too much.

"Nice to see you finally enjoy something again." His hand rubbed my thigh comfortingly, he was looking at me with loving eyes, though when I had my eyes on him of course his dorky side kicked in, he shoved the big chunk of pizza in his mouth, his cheeks filling up like a chipmunk, he smiled with wide eyes and I couldn't help but laugh. 

"Ah man I've missed that sound." He spoke when he finally managed to swallow down the pizza. 

I raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what he meant. "What, me almost choking on my food because you're an idiot?" I used my finger to wipe away some tomato sauce from his chin and placed my finger in between my lips, not breaking the eye contact. 

"You’re gross." He laughed, gently squeezing my thigh and continuing to enjoy the pizza. “I know exactly what you’re trying to do…” He shook his head, the smile evident on his face but he tried his best to avoid my gaze. 

I eventually lost count of which slice of pizza I was on. I wanted to remain in shape, but I tried to convince myself that I needed all those calories.The two of us sat in silence when we were done eating, my fingers in his dark curls, playing with his hair was weirdly soothing. “I’m sorry.” I finally managed to speak out the words I was thinking about for the past hour. 

Daniel took my hand in his and pressed his lips to the back of my palm. “Don’t apologise, I just want you to understand I’m here for you.” 

“I know you are and I appreciate that so much.” I admitted with a smile, squeezing his hand. I sat up and pulled him closer, pressing my lips to his.

“Are you done eating princess?” 

I nodded in response, not expecting him to pick me up again. 

“Okay, are you just going to carry me everywhere now?” I laughed, the tips of my fingers playing with the curls on the back of his neck as my arms wrapped around him once again. 

“You’d love that, huh?” He laughed, kissing me before focusing on where he was walking. My eyebrows furrowed when he sat me down on the counter next to the bathroom sink. 

“Is this your way of telling me I smell?” I asked amused, parting my legs and wrapping them around him to pull him close.  

“If anything it’s my way of telling you it’s been too long since I fucked you in the shower.” He grinned, already pulling off my shirt. 

[goonification]

2ho drabble :]

just some fluff about established cat hybrid!jongho and human!yunho

Jongho swung out of bed, cringing when the bottom’s of his feet made impact with the freezing, hardwood floor. He was grumpy, having just woken up from a lonely nap. He must’ve fallen asleep waiting for Yunho to return home from work.

The last thing he remembered was Yunho’s comfortable scent surrounding him as he sank into a pillow, curling his knees into his chest. Blindingly golden light was peaking through gaps in the semi-shut blinds, blanketing him in a natural warmth that was apparently irresistible to succumb to. 

In hindsight, lying down on their bed (his favourite spot) during sunset was a rookie mistake. 

It was night now, their bedroom having fallen into a timeless darkness that was impossible to decode. With the winter solstice still in the rearview, it could’ve been 6pm or long past midnight. 

If it weren’t for being a cat hybrid specifically, Jongho would be worried about his sleep schedule. However, many hybrids were often able to sleep away most of the day and night if it were socially acceptable to do so. Due to personal preference, Jongho rarely indulged in such behaviour but, that night, he might need to make a necessary exception to the standards he held himself.

Jongho’s feet dragged across the floor, a long tail following suit, drooping with a lack of attentiveness. Nothing about the dark, cold room was worth peaking his physical interest. 

That was until the homely smell of cooked chicken, drowning in far too much butter (Yunho wasn’t the most creative chef), wafted through the apartment air. Jongho crinkled his nose at the familiar cue. The smell was fresh. It couldn’t have been that late if Yunho had recently made dinner. 

Yunho. 

It was then that Jongho took note a few small changes to the bedroom. A fuzzy blue blanket was draped over his shoulders and a shallow cup of water was filled to the brim on the bedside table. There was even a cheap space heater whirring away in the corner on the room, not that it was doing much, but it’s the thought that counted.

A private smile spread to his face at the verification of his human being home. He suppressed a rumble in his chest that risked turning into a deep purr. Too embarrassing. At least too embarrassing for being all alone.

With new motives to inspire him, Jongho drudged out of the dark bedroom and down the glowing hall, the blanket still tightly wrapped over his arms. Jongho blinked hard. Then again. And again, his vision becoming clearer with each overly-aggressive squint. Finally, a warm living room presented itself to his clear sightlines.

Something painfully boring was playing on the TV, maybe adjacent to the news, which Jongho couldn’t care less about. He did still notice that the volume was uncharacteristically cranked nearly all the way down. Jongho’s heart did a small jump when he realized it was probably so he could sleep soundly.

There was a single bowl in the middle of their two-seater table. It was covered by a too-large glass lid that was disproportionately lopsided, the edges overtaking the bowl’s rim by a long shot.

Yunho stood tall over the kitchen sink, already having shed his work clothes in favour of sweatpants and a loose shirt that hung just a bit too short on his tall body. He was running the water and scrubbing away at a small stack of cooking utensils.

When Jongho first entered his life, Yunho was more likely to leave the dishes in the sink until the pile was too tall to manage, let alone clean them right after dinner. Jongho’s curiosity forced him to clean up his act, literally. After their first week together, Yunho consistently found himself waking up to broken plates and glasses on the kitchen floor that Jongho denied knowing anything about. Not seeing that lifestyle choice as very financially sound, it wasn’t long before he discovered the easiest solution was to stop leaving dirty dishes in the sink. 

Jongho liked him like this. Humming. Cleaning. Comfortable in the domestic setting, always keeping a pristine apartment and taking care of the hybrid. Jongho liked being one of Yunho’s priorities.

The running water was too loud for him to notice the cat creeping around and observing his behaviour. Jongho indulged in the final moments of privacy by following his nose to the bowl on the table, finding the source of the delicious smell.

When Jongho opened the lid he was blasted with a cloud of hot steam. His tongue stuck out instinctively to taste the visible air as he shook off the damp sensation from his face. It tasted as good as it looked. Sitting on a bed of warm rice sat a whole breast of chicken, dripping with visible flavour and cut into bite size pieces for him. A few chunks of steamed carrot were pushed into one corner of the bowl, not touching the rest of the food, just how Jongho likes it. He can’t help if he’s picky.

Too tired for his motor function to not betray him, Jongho shut the lid with a loud clang and Yunho jumped, dropping a soapy pan into the sink with a plop. He finally turned around to notice Jongho’s presence.

He beamed a goofy smile at the hybrid, who probably looked just as sleepy as he felt wrapped up in his cozy blanket. “Morning.”

“No, it’s not.” Jongho grumbled, his voice cracking from lack of use.

It didn’t go unnoticed. Yunho laughed softly at the mistake before seizing abruptly when the hybrid’s scowl swiped towards his direction. Though his usually pointed ears were pressed flat with annoyance, Jongho wasn’t mad, not really, but it was always fun to make his owner sweat by putting his deadpan stare to good use.

The fear didn’t last long, as Jongho quickly began shuffling towards Yunho in the most non-threatening way. His ears perked back up to normal and was still wrapped up in a blanket, shivering. Leeching Yunho’s body heat, he rubbed up beside the human before leaning to see what he was doing.

Yunho extended an arm to pet him despite the awkward angle. “Your dinner’s on the table, did you see? I put the vegetables to the side in case you didn’t want them.”

“I did.” Jongho spoke politely. He was well trained after all. “It looks good.”

“It was!” Yunho exclaimed happily, before noticing that Jongho’s tiny smile had become just a little bit smaller. He backtracked quickly, rambling an apology. “Sorry for eating without you. I was just really hungry and didn’t want to wait! You looked so tired an-”

Jongho cut him off by wrapping a fluffy tail around his waist, creeping under the hem of his shirt to tickle him silent. After shaking off the sudden feeling and relaxing into the touch, Yunho looked down at the hybrid with wide eyes that were glazed over with just a tinge of confusion. 

Endeared, Jongho popped his heels in the air to close the gap between the kind, thoughtless face and his own. He pressed a brief peck to Yunho’s lips, which were still a bit greasy with butter from his dinner. Jongho didn’t mind, even licking his lips to preview the taste of the food he would be soon to devour.

“What was that for?”

“For making dinner.” Jongho paused, the second half of his sentence hanging heavy in the air as he rested his head against Yunho’s side. “Also cause I missed you.”

Yunho rolled his eyes at the hybrid’s stubbornness to vulnerability. He covered Jongho’s scalp with a large hand and scratched at the base of his ears to add insult to injury, even playing with the tufts of extra long fur knowing that Jongho would be left purring. 

“Go eat. I’ll join you as soon as these are all clean.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of Jongho’s head. “Besides, we don’t want to get dirty water on your favourite blanket.”

Yunho begrudgingly returned to his cleaning while Jongho gladly took his food and blanket with him to the couch, wrapping himself up and happily shovelling the pre-cut bites into his mouth. Being the first one to settle for the night, he turned up the television loud enough so Yunho would still hear it from the kitchen. Just as suspected. It was the news. Jongho groaned and Yunho ignored him. Luckily, dinner was delicious enough to single handedly keep him occupied until Yunho joined him.

The bowl was barren except for a few grains of rice and some of the leftover steamed carrots by the time that he met Jongho on the couch, not that he took long at all. Jongho was just a lot hungrier than anticipated, practically inhaling his meal in just the few minutes that Yunho spent finishing up cleaning.

Seconds after Yunho got comfortable by laying on the couch, Jongho got comfortable by laying on Yunho, throwing the blanket over them as he rested his head on top of the human’s chest. He playfully pressed cold feet against Yunho’s legs, lucky for him, protected by the thick sweatpants. A fluffy tail joined his frozen feet, wrapping around one of Yunho’s thighs.

Jongho spoke into Yunho’s shirt, words muffled but straight forward. “I didn’t finish the carrots.” It seemed like an apology, even if he didn’t outright apologize.

“Didn’t like them?” Yunho glanced down, waiting to read Jongho’s expression to make sure he wasn’t lying. He wanted honesty to make sure he didn’t give Jongho something he didn’t enjoy again.

“No!” Jongho got defensive, face popping into view. The last thing he wanted was for Yunho to feel bad about his cooking, especially after all the work he does for Jongho. He answered honestly. “Just got full.”

Long, slightly pruned fingers that wrapped around Jongho’s side begged to tickle at his stomach, lightly scratching. “Okay baby, as long as you had enough to eat.” 

His ears perked up at the pet name, catching him off guard every time no matter how frequently Yunho peppered it into their conversations. Jongho nuzzled closer, listening to the human’s steady heartbeat. “Thank you for dinner.”

Yunho didn’t say anything in reply, just scratched the nape of Jongho’s neck to let him know his appreciation didn’t fall on deaf ears. Equally responsive to non-verbal praise, Jongho started purring instantly.

“You’re affectionate tonight aren’t you?” Yunho teased.

Jongho pouted at the obvious being pointed out, face buried against his human. It felt like it was on fire, though, to Yunho, it would probably just appear as a normal amount of blush. He didn’t want to give the human the chance to make that judgement.

The heat lingering in his cheeks was only amplified to his hybrid brain, the same reason why Yunho’s light scratching along the length of his spine felt so good to him. Why must Yunho know all of his favourite spots to be pet?

“Are you being shy?” Yunho playfully ruffled the hair between his ears again, messing it up. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to be needy, you know?” Jongho wanted to shake everything back into place but he couldn’t help his body from keening against Yunho’s strong frame. Being pet felt far too good, even if he was being teased.

He was full, well-rested and in the arms of his human. Jongho would be quick to get over himself, a little embarrassment hard pressed to ruin his near-perfect night.

[keepingupwithpotters]

go ‘head ruin my makeup

Inspired by that photo. Yup, that one.

Thank you @frustratedpoetwrites for turning this chunk of words into a readable mess. Can also be found on ao3.

“— if you would just stop moving around—“

“Oh, this isn’t moving around Evans. This is a basic bloody reflex. Happens when someone pokes your eye repeatedly with a sharp object - can even be called survival instinct, really.”

Jamie can tell her audience is not appreciating these smartarse responses from the way she huffs while passing the eye pencil she holds from one hand to another. She’s even willing to bet that Lily is currently rolling her eyes in exasperation, but she finds it a little hard to care much for her annoyance at the moment. All her thoughts are focused on how nervous she is, how sweaty her palms are, and how much time she has left until her date. She realizes what a bad idea it was to even think about the date as her right leg starts jumping up and down again. Right… Better not open that can of worms and focus on the present then - which honestly starts to seem much worse for her nerves because Lily has decided to stop the shaking leg with a firm press of her hand.

A breath held. For one second, two maybe. Her leg stilling so abruptly... The hand has left her thigh. She really doesn’t know how long she can keep doing this.

“Did you forget the part where you asked for this Potter? I thought you wanted to look Muggle for tonight,” huffs Lily while she turns her back to the sitting witch beside her and rummages through the impromptu makeup counter in front of her, trying to choose her next product.

When she turns back she has an admittedly slightly less dangerous pointy stick in her hand but a much, much more wicked smile. “Well, this is how we do things – á la Muggle.”

Jamie can’t tell if she is terrified of or excited with the promises behind that smile, those two feelings that become so interchangeable whenever she’s around her.

“Okay, I need you to close your eyes,” instructs Lily while leaning into her face slowly, causing Jamie’s mind to short-circuit completely, rendering the dazed witch unable to follow the simple command.

She is still looking a little stunned and not even blinking - which is, you know, the opposite of what she ought to do - when Lily’s face clouds with worry as she feels the need to add, “so I can smudge the pencil? A little hard to do when your eyes are open without you screaming bloody murder about maiming and survival instincts.”

This, Jamie can understand and readily comply with – thinking that maybe not seeing the girl standing oh so close to her can help with some of her worries at the moment. Which are mainly concentrated on not making a fool out of herself, as they always are. She realizes how wrong she was, and what an idiot she had been to even think otherwise when Lily’s hand comes out of nowhere and holds her head in place.

Now, logically Jamie can understand that the said hand did not actually come from nowhere – she just had the misfortune of having her eyes closed and had no time to prepare herself for it. She also understands the necessity of holding her head in one place as she is prone to fidgeting around whenever Lily becomes too close. The problem is however, her warming cheeks, out of rhythm heart, and swooping stomach did not seem to get the same memo as her brain. 

The swooping stomach, she’s used to. It has become an almost permanent feeling whenever she’s around Evans. Considering they are roommates who have the same schedule, it was safe to say that this was a daily occurrence – which you’d think would give her some time to get used to it. But every time Lily laughed, smiled or yelled at her at questionably high volumes, it came back - strong as ever. So Jamie learned to live with her butterflies’ residence in her middle, their daily flutters not resented but expected.

Her heartbeat is a rhythm she is prone to pay attention to for many different reasons. It pounds in her ears under her invisibility cloak, with the adrenaline of almost getting caught after a good prank. It beats out of her chest, just before the starting of a Quidditch match, blocking her ears to the screams coming from the stands. And now it stops and it starts again whenever Lily decides to call her Jamie, whenever she leans in to her while they are sitting like this is just something they normally do.Whenever she recalls something that Jamie mentioned ages ago – never expecting her to pay attention, never expecting her to care. She doesn’t know how many missteps her heart can take, she can take. She supposes it can’t be healthy, to have a heart that loses its rhythm this much around one person, but she never was one to take the doctor’s orders was she?

The quickly rising temperature of her cheeks, she is trying to will into disappearing to no avail. At first she thinks it’s because her eyes are closed - she was just hyper aware of the soft and small hand on her face, barely covering her cheek. As she feels the warmth spreading from her cheeks to her neck as Lily strokes her face slightly –she’s stroking her face!- she realizes that it is actually a blush blossoming on the highs of her cheeks, wherever the pale skinned hand touches.

 Jamie wants to open her eyes desperately, needs to see Lily’s face. She needs to gauge what’s going through her mind because it is impossible to do so with your eyes closed, and she has to tell her that she is not just holding, but actually stroking her face, because Jamie really isn’t sure the redheaded girl realizes what she’s doing or how she is affecting the subject of her gentle touch. She also doesn’t know which option is worse – Lily doing this intentionally, knowing exactly how it makes Jamie dysfunction momentarily, or Lily just casually stroking her face without any thought, dare she even think because she wants to?

 Unfortunately Jamie is not able to solve any of these mysteries because she still can’t open her eyes so she decides to focus on a problem she can solve – her traitorous cheeks.

Blushing always used to be Evans’ thing. Her face waiting for any moment to betray her and display the many emotions she was feeling at that moment for the whole world to see. Jamie adored Lily when she was angry and her face matched the colour of her hair, adored her when she was embarrassed and her cheeks lit aflame with emotion, when one of Jamie’s many suggestive lines left her speechless with the apples of her cheeks burning bright. 

Lately though it has become Jamie who’s rendered speechless, who is staring at Evans’ back, dumbfounded with a blush forming on her cheeks. Jamie who can’t form coherent sentences and stammers over every word, where she used to be able to speak even if the recipient was not always fond of the sentiments. She doesn’t know what to think of this new update, just hopes that Lily is as observant about this as she used to be.

When Lily finally tells her to open her eyes, with one last lingering feather light touch, she is still at square one on her mission to get rid of her red cheeks. At least now she has the opportunity to observe Lily closely, looking for clues in her face about the presence of her ever persisting blush. It’s hard to do so as thoroughly as she desired because Lily removed her glasses at the beginning of this makeover, and she isn’t able to make out much of her facial expressions unless she comes real close to her – not that she is complaining, she thought it was a brilliant idea to help her control herself around the fluttering girl.

Squinting her eyes, she tries to look at Lily as distinctly as possible.She is very sure that Lily is in fact not aware of Jamie’s blush, because there is no bloody way that she would be able to hide the self-satisfied smirk she gets anytime Jamie blunders in front of her. The sort of smile that makes you feel like she is in on a joke that you are not part of, so you better catch up to her. And Jamie is trying so hard - to catch up, to be a part, to not blunder. Just as she relaxes in her chair she sees Lily slyly putting the unused pink blush back in the makeup bag, never to be mentioned again.

And she realizes, once again, that she is an idiot.

Lily decides to talk to her again as she is leaning against the table casually, her whole posture relaxed. “I was thinking something golden obviously, for your eye shadow”

Obviously?

Jamie is sure she is missing something entirely, a glaring fact that is probably right in front of her face. But she had already made a fool out of herself too many times to count, and she is not going to be the butt of the joke this time. And so she repeats back the sentiment confidently, 

“Obviously.”

Her desired duh effect seems not to convey to the other side, as the word out of her mouth sounds like a question more than anything and Lily is raising her eyebrows again.

“Are you fishing for compliments here Potter?”

“Ah, is it because gold complements my tan complexion perfectly?”

“Yes, like a drop of sunshine gliding across your face,” she says with a straight face. She only hesitates for a moment before adding, “To bring out the gold in your eyes.”

“My eyes aren’t golden,” Jamie retorts quickly before she can stop herself.

She is met with another eye roll, “I didn't say they are golden, did I? Just that they’ve gold flecks in ‘em.” She tilts her head to the side as she ponders over something before saying, “They come out when sunlight hits your eyes, or when you—“

This time she does stop herself abruptly, looking like she already said too much before finishing her sentence, “or firelight. Any light really, just stand under a big candle next time you want to impress someone.”

Jamie knows she was not going to end her sentence this way, and she knows Lily is aware of that. But right now she looks so bloody uncomfortable that Jamie can’t find it in herself to push for more answers, not when all she wants to do is make her relax again.

“Well, I am ready Evans. Go ahead, make me a pretty girl.”

This does seem to bring the smile back on her face. “Don’t act like this makeup shindig is not just me indulging myself,” she scoffs,” you’re already drop dead gorgeous.”

While putting on the eye shadow, Lily allows Jamie to keep her eyes open, on the condition that she only looks down.Which means her hands on her lap are the only things in her line of vision. She can see them start fidgeting clear as a day when she feels Lily’s warm breath on her temple.

The standing witch manages to tolerate it for three seconds before snapping. “I swear to Merlin if you don’t stop fumbling your bloody hands around I’ll sit on them, you know I will.”

 Jamie lets herself think about the possibility for one glorious moment before gripping the arms of her chair so hard her knuckles turn white. She can’t see Lily’s face but she can feel the smugness radiating off her. Whatever, she can have this round. She can win any round really, as far as Jamie is concerned.

“Look ahead for me now Potter, I need to see if both sides are equal”

She happily obeys, realizing she can now stare at Lily without getting noticed as she crouches down to her eye level in front of her.

Jamie uses this time wisely, drinking in the sight of her as she concentrates on the task - trying to keep the eye shadow the same level. She seems to find her work satisfactory enough, leaning back slightly to give her a once over.

“Did it work?” Jamie asks with excitement in her voice, finally free from the intoxication of having those green eyes so close to her face.

“Yeah, sure. You are officially a pretty girl.”

“Not that, Evans. And you said I was drop dead gorgeous, no take backs now” she counters quickly. “I meant the gold flecks, did they appear?”

She gets a contemplative look on her face that is disrupted by the warm smile on her lips, eyes lightening up with affection and something else that Jamie can’t place. “Yes, it worked. I am clearly a brilliant makeup artist.”

The smile is still on her face as she gets up from her position on the floor to walk back to where the rest of her makeup products lay. She quirks an eyebrow as she asks, “How do you feel about false eyelashes?”

“Uh, scared? Fear seems to be the general emotion, yeah.”

Lily sighs like it pains her so, “Fine, we’ll stick to mascara like a boring little wuss.”

She doesn’t even have the time to object to that slander before Lily is right back by her side again, asking her to keep her eyes open as she applies the mascara. She needs to slightly bend towards Jamie’s face while she does it, the height difference when one of them sits down makes it impossible not to.

The slight tilt of her posture causes the wide neck of her shirt to dip a little, just enough to give Jamie an eyeful of constellations across her chest – spreading down, down and down. She counts one, two, three freckles starting from her collarbones before she realizes with a start where they are headed, snapping her eyes up immediately as she stops connecting the little dots before her.

While she has the opportunity to see if her ogling was noticed by Lily, she is too embarrassed to do so – choosing to focus on a spot over her shoulder instead. When she gathers the courage to look at her face again, she is already gone from her side – seemingly done with her lashes for now.

But she doesn’t jump on the next product she plans to use immediately like she had been doing until now. She doesn’t even pick up a new brush with clear glee in her face. What she does appear to be doing is staring at Jamie’s face with a thoughtful look on her face, like she is trying to calculate what her next move should be.

Jamie quickly trıes to go through all the steps she knows about makeup in her mind, frantically trying to figure out if this is the end of their little moment. If it is, she knows that means it is time for her date and she also knows she is still not ready to think about that yet.

She tries to cling on to their time desperately, “Well, is that all then?”

“No,” Lily hums, “we still have to put on some lipstick of course.”

Of bloody course, Jamie had never been more relieved to hear those words as she did now.

“Trying to pick a colour for me, Evans? I’ve been told I look absolutely smashing with a pink lip you know?”

Lily lets a small smile interrupt her pensive face for a moment, “I’ve chosen a red lipstick so you can keep representing Gryffindor pride for the rest of the day.”

The unsaid question lies in the air - Jamie doesn’t open her mouth to ask what the hold-up is, but she has a feeling Lily is about to answer it anyway.

“There is just something I want to do before I have to worry about messing up your lipstick.”

And Lily Evans is kissing her… again. Jamie was a fool to think that nothing could top their first kiss she realizes, as she feels Lily’s soft lips on her own, tries to breathe her in, tries not to die. The warm feeling in her belly still has not passed since they went on their first date. Since they walked under the snow until their cheeks turned to poppies, since Lily decided that she actually couldn’t wait for Jamie to make the first move and kissed her. A soppy smile has not been far from her lips ever since that day, widening when she looks at snow, widening even more when she gazes at those green eyes.

When Lily came to her with all the excitement of the world in her face, asking if she could take her to Muggle London for their next date - how was Jamie going to say no, really?  Not when she prattled on giddily about after that how their next date could be in somewhere magical again, talking about taking turns planning dates – like Jamie hadn’t been planning them since 5th year, like it escaped her notice she basically confirmed at least four dates in their future in one breath.

The maddening effect of talking to Evans’ has left her body completely this afternoon, when it finally sunk in that she was going to Muggle London - a place she had never been before. The pressure on her poor nerves only rising when she turned to Sirius for some advice, wear corduroy trousers with no knickers Prongs, that’s what all Muggles in London do I swear.

So that’s how Lily finds her when she walks into their dorm – standing around a big pile of clothes, talking about how it is completely barbaric to not put on knickers.  Thankfully she catches on swiftly that Jamie is seconds away from spiralling into a panic and she comes up with the great idea to help her with her makeup – in the latest Muggle style, no less.

To no one’s surprise, her plan works swimmingly - Jamie, no longer thinking about corduroys or knickers, focused only on Lily as she usually is. And now her whole body relaxes once more, as she is still kissing her with all she’s got. She feels Lily’s hair slipping through her fingers like silk, counting her blessings while getting lost in all the soft sounds she makes.

She is still dizzy from something purely Lily when they stop kissing. They both take a moment to just breathe each other in before Lily steps away from her, a fact she only knows because her warmth is missing. She opens her eyes just in time to see Lily’s bashful but pleased smile – a smile she is getting used to now.

From all those moments her brain was low on oxygen – at least that’s what she wants to believe- the first words to come out of her mouth were, “Does that mean you won’t kiss me after you put my lipstick on?”

“Let me make that decision after I actually put it on, “Lily said while not taking her eyes off her, “We are already late as it is.”

Lipstick proves itself to be the hardest part for Jamie - Lily is both holding her face and leaning in to her, and this time Jamie’s eyes are free to roam her face as she pleases. She has a hard time breathing as she stares at the freckles on her nose, trying not to think about the others she saw not too long ago. Just as she is starting to think she is about to turn into a puddle under the intensity of Lily’s eyes on her lips, it’s over and Jamie can breathe again.

“And one last finishing touch,” Lily breathes as she goes to bring Jamie back her glasses, handing them over as fast as she can.

Jamie takes a moment to drink her in when her vision finally clears up, thinking if it’s possible for her to have gotten more beautiful somehow while she was partially blind. She keeps her eyes on Lily’s face to not miss any emotion this time, “Well Evans, what’s the verdict?”

The same wicked smile spreads through Lily’s lips, “Looks like I’ll be kissing you for a very long time, Potter.”

[whumpiary]

Dark Timeline. Continued from here and here, and just before this!

content warning: blood, loved one in hospital, fears of death, premature grief, borderline compulsive cleaning

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Cassius leans over the sink of the hospital kitchenette, shoulders tight, back aching. It’s five in the morning and he’s standing on the third floor of a private hospital, trying to distract himself from every damn thought in his head.

Lev’s in surgery. Won’t be out for a good couple hours. Cassius tries desperately not to add the ‘if at all.’

He’s still holding Lev’s jacket.

He’s holding Lev’s jacket in his fist, the same way he has been since the paramedics took it off Lev’s unconscious body a couple hours before. Only put it down once, briefly, when he was changing into the clothes Lou had brought to the hospital for him. Picked it up again straight after. Hasn’t let it drop.

Like it’s some lifeline.

Like it’s Lev’s lifeline.

Stupid, really.

He feels… He’s not sure what he fucking feels. He’s glad the clothes Lou brought him to change into aren’t black. That’s what he feels.

His left thigh keeps twitching like it hasn’t figured out yet that he’s not still sitting useless in a waiting room, leg bouncing away. Maybe like it wants to run. He’s not sure. He doesn’t know.

The jacket needs a wash. That’s what he knows.

Lou had offered to take it from him earlier. Offered to take it for dry cleaning. He’d nearly bitten off her hand like a feral dog for having the gall.

But she’s right. The jacket does need a wash. 

It’s stained. Badly. Deep red blood that now just looks like spilled ink soaking through one side. Lev had clearly pressed it to the wound as he’d driven himself – fucking driven himself – to the Estate. Not to a hospital or a goddamn doctor.

If Lev wakes up from surgery, Cassius is going to let him fucking have it for that. When. When he wakes from surgery. 

Cassius turns on the tap. Cold water. You use cold water on blood. 

Cold water and dish soap.

He puts the jacket in the sink and starts it soaking, hand aching and stiff as he struggles to uncurl it. 

The whole night feels surreal. Distant. There was a difference, somehow, in knowing your partner – business partner – was mob and having them turn up and collapse on your doorstep. Lose consciousness and bleed out in your arms. Ruin your rug and your favourite robe. All at once have the mob brought home.

The difference between your waiter describing tonight’s special and eating it. Between watching someone drown and having your head shoved under the water. 

Cassius pulls his hair back, ties it up. Doesn’t notice the chunk at the back that he misses that doesn’t go up with the rest. Tries not to feel the brush of Lev’s lips against the back of his neck, the kiss he earns more times than not, when Lev sees him throw his hair up at home. He doesn’t exactly know why. Just one of those little rituals. Stupid, really.

He’ll get that again, he tells himself. He’ll feel that again. In a few days from now, a few weeks from now, a few months from now when everything’s fine. When Lev gets out. When Lev is fine.

Cassius just needs to focus on the first step. What’s in front of him. What’s tangible. He just needs to get Lev’s jacket clean. Back to normal. 

The water’s fucking freezing. Pricks his skin, numbs his fingers. 

All this money. All this influence. All this fucking power. And none of it means shit when it matters.

He couldn’t keep Lev awake, couldn’t even call the ambulance. 

But this? This he can do. 

Under the jet of the water, under the fluorescent yellow, lemon-scented dish soap, the blood starts to loosen from the denim. He rubs the fabric against itself, the heavy stitching a good abrasion, the water turning from clear to pink as it swirls past and through. The longer he scrubs it, the lighter it gets. It isn’t perfect but it’s working. It’s enough. 

Someone else had called the ambulance. Someone else had fetched the towels. Someone else is with Lev now, cutting a bullet out of him, stopping him bleeding out, keeping him alive.

And Cassius’d had to stand there, swaying, useless, powerless as they took Lev away from him.

Had to watch as people put their hands on him, touched him, skin on skin contact that Lev would have hated had he been awake. He’d kept wanting to scream at them to get off him, to get away, to leave him be, not to crowd, not to grab, not to touch or hold down but-

All he could do was let go of Lev’s hand so they could treat him. Hand him over. Hold a jacket instead.

Cassius keeps trying to remember the last thing that Lev had said to him. The last moment he saw him, alive and well and untouchable. The last proper words Lev had said to him. He doesn’t know why he’s hooked on it. Hardly like those would’ve been his actual last words. 

Lev’s hand on the back of his neck, a kiss pressed to his hair, the lightest touch there and then gone with a “See you Friday for breakfast?”

And he’d barely responded, head buried in his phone. Must’ve said something stupid or funny because he remembers Lev laughing as he’d gone out the door. That’s the last thing he’d heard from a Lev who wasn’t bleeding out in his arms. His gorgeous, stupid laugh.

The last thing Lev would’ve heard was a command from Cassius’ lips.

Lᴇᴠ, sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ.

The last thing he would’ve heard was a crushed promise.

You are never going to use it on me again. Understood?

Never. I swear.

A broken vow.

Do you?

One of the patches further down is speckled with red that’s refusing to lighten to pink. It’s a different kind of fabric, embroidered and silky to the touch and the blood won’t shift, no matter how much soap he rubs into it. It just suds up and floats on. It’s like that near the seam of the buttons as well. On the edges of the stain where the blood dried first. Harder to get out.

Maybe Lev will like that, he tries to reason. Tiny flecks of red sitting like tiny badges of honour of what he’s survived. If he survives.

If he doesn’t like it then they’ll just get it fixed. Dry cleaned, restitched, made new, whatever needs to happen. Lev Viklund-Reid needs his jacket. This jacket. It needs to be clean. Needs to be perfect.

Lev needs to survive.

Cassius scrubs. His hands are freezing. Joints stiff from holding too long, now aching from too cold. His chest is aching too. Squeezing.

Is that how Lev had felt? Sitting in a car, hand pressed to his torso to keep his blood inside as he drove. Hands freezing from the blood loss. Chest aching from a heart working overtime. Jacket getting more and more soaked.

Cassius breathes. Keeps breathing.

Somewhere in this goddamn hospital he hopes, begs, prays that Lev keeps breathing too.

He can’t change what he said. He can’t change what he did and didn’t do. He can’t rewrite the last few moments to make them more poignant, more profound, more meaningful. He can’t make himself Lev’s hero or change the last thing from betrayal to I love you. He can’t go back to Lev’s breakfast invitation and say fuck the meeting, let’s have lunch today instead. 

He can clean the jacket. 

He can have it ready for when his partner wakes up and wants to wear it again. 

He can have it perfect. Make up for the loss. 

Cassius scrubs.

The blood washes into the sink. 

The water dilutes it. 

Both swirl down the drain. 

He’s sure the plumbing won’t complain about a few tears mixed in alongside. 

[whatcouldgowrong-ohthat]

To Kiss or Kill

Hey, guys! Be sure to check out @kitkatd7​‘s challenge!

Pairings: Bucky x Curvy!Reader

Dialogue Prompt: “Is it still considered murder if I give them/you a warning?” is in italics

Warnings: Bit of Reader being self conscious, but that’s it. It ends fluffy!!

Summary: Bucky and Y/N are fantastic Avengers. As long as they aren’t on the same team. Between the pranks, name-calling, and constant teasing coming from both sides - the team can’t handle them on the field. But what happens when a prank goes a little too far?

Word Count: 2556

Everyone was on edge. Tension was rising and it seemed all eyes were fixated on the guy sitting on the couch. Their target didn’t even seem to notice. Bucky’s smug grin was never wavering. Those bright blue eyes were watching the TV, staring opposite of the rest of his team.

“He’s too happy,” Scott told Sam. He didn’t like it. He didn’t trust it. No one did.

Because they were waiting.

Waiting to see what he did that would make James Buchanan Barnes so relaxed and so confident.

“You think I don’t know that? I have no fuckin’ clue what – “

“JAMES!”

Oh.

“BUCHANAN!”

Oh.

“BARNES!”

Uh oh.

Several heads whipped to the door, looking similar to bobbleheads that had just been flicked. The doors to the common area opened and a familiar…well, a familiar body ran inside. The hair on the other hand – that was something else. It was bright. It was neon. It was blue.

Wait.

Blue.

Bucky looked over his shoulder, snorting and bursting into a fit of laughter. Her hair was still damp from the shower she had taken, falling around her and looking closer to seaweed with this vibrant new color.

“She sees her hair is blue, yes?” Vision asked, looking at Wanda.

“I think so, Vis.”

“Lookin’ good, Y/N,” Scott called, trying to help soothe the situation.

Y/N’s shoulders tensed. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, attempting to take slow and calming breathes. Sam and Vision already knew it wasn’t working. Everything about her looked like a wild animal ready to pounce. And right now – there was still a chance that they wouldn’t be prey.

“Might I recommend that we scatter?”

No sooner had the words left Vision’s mouth than the rest of the team were bolting out of the room. It was just Y/N and Bucky. His eyes never left her, arms stretched across the back of the couch and face still wearing that arrogant smile. He was damn proud of his accomplishment.

“Yes, Smurfette?”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

She launched at him, diving over the couch. He spun around, metal arm wrapping around her and pinning her to the couch. Bucky laughed as he looked down at her. Y/N squirmed and wiggled underneath him, face flushed from embarrassment and anger. But she was wiggling, trying to find some leverage. And while that distracted Bucky very well, she found her angle. Her knee pressed against his crotch and he tensed. If it weren’t for the fact that she was threatening to cause more pain than he would have liked, he would have thought she looked cute.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Let me go.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Then let me go!”

It seemed to be an odd little match. Both were waiting for the other to yield, to admit defeat. But they were both a little too damn prideful.

“Truce?” Bucky’s warm breath fanned over her face, eyebrow raised and waiting for her answer.

“You want a truce? After what you did to my hair?”

He grinned. And if it weren’t for the fact that she was still fuming over it, she’d have to admit that he might just look a little cute. Just a little. She didn’t want to admit it out loud, but she liked him. She liked their friendship. Their constant battles.

But oh, she was going to kill him.

“I’ll let you up if you move your knee.”

Y/N hesitated. Did she really want that? Warmth practically radiated off of him. It was a contrast to her naturally colder body and she liked it. In all their teasing they had never been this close before. It was making her heart beat faster and any sense of anger was changing. She didn’t want it to. She needed to stay angry and plot her revenge. Which meant…

A truce would have to do for now.

“Fine. Fine – get off.”

Her knee dropped and he released her wrists. Bucky was very proud of himself. That glint in his eyes was so prominent and it was a rare sight. If it wasn’t at her expense, she might have even been proud of him. But nope. Because she now had that stupid nickname to add to his already growing list. Smurfette.

Rolling off the couch, she stood up and ran her hands through her hair. Wincing at the thought of having to wait to redye her hair, she started thinking of a new plan. “This is not a truce.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Bucky said, crossing his arms as he watched Y/N walk away. “Good luck!”

Her hand flew into the air, middle finger raised high and proud, directed straight at him. His laughter echoed in her ears as she stalked down the hall, the doors closing behind her. Schemes were already running through that chaotic brain of hers. It seemed she was so distracted, she missed Sam leaning against the wall by her door.

“So…how’d that go?”

She glared at him, a low growl slipping out of her throat as she asked, “Is it still considered murder if I give the person a warning?”

Sam laughed as she went inside her room, slamming the door behind her.

This was war.

And so it went on.

Y/N’s retaliation had been to cut off a chunk of Bucky’s hair. But it backfired. Bucky went to get his hair cut and returned looking just as handsome as ever. And just as sneaky.

He had replaced all of her coffee with decaf and the sight of her falling asleep in the middle of a meeting? Priceless.

Y/N’s retaliation was to take all his black shirts…and threw them in the washing machine with some bleach.

And back and forth. On and on for weeks and weeks. Every time one of their teammates thought something couldn’t be outdone, Y/N or Bucky found a way. It was escalating quickly. Too quickly.

Sam watched from the window as Bucky was fixing his bike. Y/N’s latest payback had been covering it in Hello Kitty stickers. Everywhere. So now he was having to peel them off one by one before they were permanently stuck. And Bucky’s bike was his baby. Everyone knew not to mess with it. Running a hand over his face, Sam shook his head. He knew very well that this wasn’t going to end well. It just wasn’t.

But he was also curious. What could Bucky possibly do to get back for this one?

-.-.-

It didn’t take long. And it wasn’t even what Bucky planned.

Y/N had been sparring with Natasha. Since coming to the compound, she had grown a lot. Especially as a fighter. To the untrained eye, her curvy figure would come across as something easy to take down. However, she wasn’t. She was good.

But Natasha had years on her. And she had far more advanced training.

That being said, Natasha knew what Y/N wanted a distracted. When she needed it. The two had talked about why Y/N had let this little prank-war go on for so long and it turned out, it wasn’t just because she enjoyed Bucky’s company and attention. It was proving to be the distraction she needed to get out of her depression.

Y/N landed on her back with a loud thud, grunting and squirming as Natasha pinned her down. She huffed, tapping Natasha’s thigh to get her to release.

“You’re going to get this move,” Natasha assured her, helping her stand. “It just takes time.”

Meanwhile, Bucky was also working out in the gym. He snorted when he heard that comment, catching Y/N’s and Natasha’s attention.

“What, Barnes?” Natasha asked, brow furrowing.

Bucky set the bar down, sitting up and leaving behind the bench presses he had been doing. “You’re showing her a move designed for someone half her size.” He came across harsh. Cold. But he didn’t mean it in such a way. “There’s no way she could do that. Ever.”

Still, neither woman knew he meant well.

Y/N felt her stomach twist in knots as Natasha scowled. “What the fuck, Barnes?”

“It’s true.” Bucky shrugged. “Training Y/N to do a move meant for someone your size could get her or her opponent killed. And it wouldn’t be intentional.”

Y/N was already stepping off the mat, picking up her jacket and bottle. Natasha watched her leave, the door to the gym slamming shut behind her. Turning to face Bucky, she asked, “Do you realize how much of a dick you just sounded like?”

Bucky was staring at the gym doors, brow furrowed. What did he say? Shaking his head, he looked at the redhead. “Nat, she has six inches on you and she’s thick as fuck. Her bone structure, the muscles she has – it’s all different from you. The moves you should be teaching her should be taking advantage of that.”

“Then say it like that! Don’t make it sound like she’s some lard ass incapable of handling herself!”

Bucky froze, staring at Natasha like she grew a second head. “What are you talking about?” Natasha just stared at him, waiting for that lightbulb to switch. Luckily, it didn’t take long. “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah.”

Bucky bolted up then and there, running across the room and out the door. Natasha watched him leave and chuckled, shaking her head. Walking over to the punching bag, she continued her workout. Maybe now that ridiculous prank war would come to an end.

Bucky stared at the door like it would swallow him whole. Honestly, a part of him wished it would. It would be so much easier than apologizing for coming across like an asshole. Pressing his forehead against the door, he kept pondering how he could ask her to forgive him. He remembered that broken look on her face. The way she looked so torn up because of what he said. He made her sound like a failure and that wasn’t what he meant. At all.

It was here, in front of a stupid door, that he realized why he enjoyed teasing Y/N. Why he enjoyed their pranks and the nicknames and the constant rivalry. He thought it was because he was being treated normal. Sure, that might have been some of it, but there were other reasons. Bigger, far more important reasons. So he needed to find a way to make this up to her. Gnawing at his lip, he started piecing together a plan. It wouldn’t take long.

It was just time to call an actual truce.

-.-.-

A couple hours later and Y/N was still curled up in bed. She had changed into a shirt twice her size and pj shorts that hugged her thighs. Her hair was probably a mess from her cuddling her body pillow and she had long since stopped paying attention to whatever movie was playing on her laptop. She didn’t like that Bucky’s comments had stung like they did, but she couldn’t help it. She was dwelling. She was human like that.

“Y/N?”

The muffled sound of Bucky’s voice made her tense. Why was he here? He got back at her for her last prank. He won. She didn’t want to come up with something. She didn’t have anything else left.

“Y/N, please open the door.”

“G’way, Buck,” she called, voice muffled against the pillow.

“No. I want to apologize.”

Y/N huffed, pausing whatever mindless movie was on. She grabbed the blanket at the foot of the bed and wrapped herself up in it, stumbling to the door. “Why can’t you just go,” she asked, opening the door. She frowned as her gaze landed on Bucky. Well, more like the contents in Bucky’s arms.

Two pizzas, a six pack, cookies, and a tub of ice cream.

“What a way to make me feel like shit, Barnes.” Y/N moved to close the door, but it was stopped by Bucky’s boot. She groaned, meeting his gaze. She didn’t care that he was seeing her blotchy, puffy face or her red eyes. “What,” she whined.

“I really am sorry. What I said earlier – I didn’t mean it the way it came out.”

Y/N watched him, clutching the blanket tighter and raising an eyebrow. Where was this going?

“You didn’t?”

“No. Not at all. Y/N, I just meant that Natasha wasn’t teaching you the right moves. Your capable of other abilities that she isn’t. That’s just – “ He was fumbling. Screwing it up. He knew it, but it seemed he wasn’t able to get himself to shut up.

“Bucky.” Y/N offered a smile, letting him know it was okay to stop.

He sighed. “Can I – Can I come in?”

She opened the door wider, allowing him the room to step inside. He set the food down on the dresser and turned. It was the first time he’d been inside her room since he had dyed her hair. There were more photos. A lot of plants. It seemed everything in the room was meant to remind her of good things and to keep her calm. Good. Maybe that would help with this. Facing her once again, he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I…I didn’t realize why I liked the whole prank war thing until today.”

She was silent, not sure where he was going with this.

“I – I like having your attention. I like frustrating you and seeing you get excited when you come up with something different. Any time you have a new idea, your eyes practically glow. And your smile…It always makes my day seeing that.” Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and ducked her head. He crossed the room, tilting her head up and holding her gaze. “’M not done, Doll.”

“Oh…”

“You are curvy and thick and strong. It’s amazing. And you are the only person who could risk destroying my bike and I wouldn’t just kill you.” He sighed. “What I’m trying to say is – “

“I like you too, Bucky.”

Bucky froze at those words before the biggest smile slipped over his features. He leaned down, pulling her into a sweet kiss as his arms wrapped around her waist. She moved her hands around his neck, tugging him closer and kissing him back. It was sweet. Simple. Everything they needed in that small moment.

When they needed to breath again, he pressed his forehead against hers. Those endless baby blues watched her intently. “Want to cuddle and eat all the junk food I brought?”

Y/N laughed, fingers lightly dancing along his chest. “I would like that very much.”

He picked her up, hands under her thighs and wrapping her legs around his waist. He kept his metal hand on her, the other grabbing the pizza before dropping her on the bed. She squealed, laughing as she curled into the body pillow and he curled up behind her. He pressed play on the movie, elbow propping his head up as his free hand lightly danced along her arm. His eyes fixated on her though, hardly paying attention to what happened on screen. Her face was so soft, so at ease. And her bright blue hair looked alarmingly cute.

Chuckling, he took a couple strands and twirled them around his fingers. “You know,” he kissed along her shoulder. “I’m starting to like the blue.”

Y/N laughed, curling back into him and shivering under his light kisses. “Shut up, Bucky.”

—-

Tag:

@kitkatd7​ (SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!)

[masseffecthoe]

Forbidden starfruit

Wanted to write a little one shot, plotless porn... so here’s part 1/5 :)) Some plot wiggled itself in, oops. I just wanted the reader not to be a goody two shoes, couldn’t find any fanfics, so I wrote one. Classic story.  Y/N is not evil, but definitely on the morally grey, leaning dark side. Seduction to the grey side if you will.

Spam me any ‘seduction to the dark side’ stories with OC/reader tho, Poe, Kylo, anyone. I crave MORE!

Summary: Poe meets a stranger in a bar. They bang.

Warning: uum the no pants dance. sucking the oyster.

EDIT: AHAHAHA OMG the paragraphs didn’t paste in order!!! FFS... fixed it now >.<

Probably ooc, probably some wrong tech/lore. Wrote for fun.

I like mood boards.

The bar was packed, the music loud and energizing. People were either chatting on the margins, tables full of drinks, or enjoying themselves on the dance floor. Poe checked the time again, remembering to keep his expression relaxed. The informant was almost four hours late, something must have went wrong. Or he'd changed his mind, or perhaps he never existed. It was not everyday that they received intel about the First Order from a supposed deserter - the possibilities were endless and the factors unprecedented.

Everyone thought it might be a trap, but the chances for it were dwindling by the minute. Surely if this was some kind of ploy something would have already happened by then. He took another short sip of his drink - his second cup of ardees already - trying to stall for as long as possible. His eyes wandered over the crowd again, a small smile forming on Poe's lips. It was nice to see them having fun, aliens and humans alike, no worries of the oppressions of the First Order. Or the constant pressure for duty in the Resistance. He felt like he could be a part of that, in a simple pair of trousers and a white T-shirt he could pass as one of the party goers and pretend, for just a selfish moment, that he was carefree.

A flash of red caught his attention and he turned his head, dismissing the previous heavy thoughts. The source of the vibrant color was enticing, the silky fabric of her crimson dress hugging all the right curves as the woman made her way to the opposite side of the bar. Skin glistened in the brighter lights from behind the bar. Two drinks were placed before her and he noticed she was accompanied by another woman, the pair clinking the glasses and gingerly sipping on the neon colored liquid.

Her friend whispered something in her ear and she turned towards him, piercing eyes meeting his for a split second, landing straight on him as if guided by some unknown force. It lasted but a moment, the two women giggling between them the next.

"Something caught your eye, Black Leader?" Poe let out a small sigh and shook his head ever so lightly. He was not supposed to answer and in fact, they were not supposed to use the channel at all, except for an emergency if the whole operation had turned out to be a trap. Chatting about a stranger in a bar did not sound like an emergency. Still, a silly smile played on his lips. How long had it been since he'd done something so... mundane, like going out drinking and meeting a woman who was not also his colleague in the resistance. "Heads up, she's coming your way."

Poe panicked for a moment. He was on a mission! Even if the chances of the informant coming were close to none and at that point and they were about to call it a day, he was still on duty. For about another 15 minutes maybe. The woman could spook the mole, or worse, get caught in some twisted First Order plot that made him waste time and credits in a bar on some nondescript outer planet... Ok, there was probably no evil plot and a beautiful woman was drawing closer.

"Hi. Mind if I sit?" She gestured to the stool beside him. Her voice was smooth and pleasant and she seemed to strain a bit to be heard over the noise. She was pretty, but there was something more to it, something in the way she stood tall and proud, those sharp eyes, playful and wise at the same time.

"I'd be a fool to refuse." Her smile widened and she sat gracefully on the cushion, his eyes immediately drawn to her backside. He snapped them back to her face, but the all-knowing smirk on her plush lips told him he did not go unnoticed.

"I'm Y/N." He reached to shake the outstretched hand, her skin soft against him, but she had a good grip, not as delicate as he'd imagined. His name passed his lips before he could think of an alias, or a reason to use one.

"Poe." He could almost hear Temmin's scoff on the other end of the comms, even if they hadn't been turned them on.

"Nice to meet you, Poe." She almost purred his name and he had to remind himself that they were on a Resistance mission. Focus! "Now tell me, who had the audacity to stand up a guy like you?" He raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask she continued. "I saw you coming in a while ago. Was mustering my courage to come over, but you looked like you were waiting for someone. Didn't want to cause any trouble." Somehow he doubted the last part. He couldn't place the mischievous little glint in her eyes.

"Not used to being the one to make the first move?"

"On the contrary. I've learned in life you have to seize what you desire." Her eyes traveled slowly across him, right hand playing with the rim of her glass.

 "You risk someone else stealing it from right before your eyes. Like I'm doing right now, I suppose. Your date missed the chance, and here you are with me instead."

"Turned out in my favor I'd say." He let his own gaze wander, from the soft features o her face, down the curve of the neck and all the down her low cut of her dress, the valley between her breasts exposed to him.

"We shall see. We've barely met after all, but the night is young." It really wasn't that early anymore, midnight was just hours away. "Tell me about yourself, Poe."

"What would you like to know?"

"Are you a local? You don't look like it, though." There was that look in her eyes again, playful but observant, not letting anything escape her.

"I'm not, I'm from Yavin."

"Long way from home." He shrugged, sipping his drink to give himself time to find an excuse. He'd already given his real name, probably shouldn't follow with 'Resistance pilot' right after. 

"I'm a freighter pilot."

"Ah, hauling goods across the galaxy. You must have seen so many place!" He was not expecting her to be so enthusiastic about it, but he welcomed the attention. For once someone was interested in just him, not the star pilot of the Resistance.

"You wouldn't believe half of them." She scooted over, or maybe he just thought she did, wished it so, but she felt closer nonetheless, lashes fluttering as she fixed him again with her eyes. Her voice was low, like they were sharing a secret, despite the music still blasting around them in the bar.

"Well, what it the strangest place you've seen?" He tried to quickly excluded some of the more famous ex-Empire location and obviously Resistance related ones, but truth was he'd only ever traveled for his work. It was fighting the First Order here and looking thought jedi sites there, endlessly searching for a trace of the Luke Skywalker, one day after the next, it was always related to the conflict between light and dark.

"Probably Telos. The sheer determination to build up a chunk of a planet just to keep it together... it was an impressive sight, motivating." She hummed nodding her head.

"I've always wanted to travel and see everything. So many different ecosystems, cultures, creatures... I get a little sad when I think I'm never going to be able to discover them all."

"You travel a lot then?"

"When the job allows me." She paused and bit her lower lip, drawing Poe's eyes like a magnet. "I'm a glorified errand girl, but I get away with some little excursions." She leaned a little closer still, he could see a faint scar right below her eyebrow, easily missed with a trick of the light. He could feel the genuine excitement in her voice. "I strayed a bit off course once to this planet in the Belderon sector, Lola Sayu. Don't think 've seen anything quite like it... half of it is missing, blown up ages ago, but the atmosphere formed around the missing part, encapsulating it. It made this giant ball, yellow and purple mashed together.

"The Belderon sector? What were doing all the way there?"

"Ok, ok, I strayed a lot off course, like a week maybe, but I just had too see it."

"Seize what you desire..."

"Exactly! We only have one life and we never know when it might end. I plan to make the most of it." Poe stared at the woman for a long moment. She was bright and smart and oh, so beautiful - it was more intoxication than his long forgotten drink. A mouthful of fresh water after days in the desert, her view of the world, simple but joyful, gave him a surge or energy, of hope. Temmin's voce in his ear was low, but the words were exactly what Poe needed to hear.

"You deserve a break, Poe. Our contact ain't coming and we are to leave only in the morning. See you at the ship tomorrow. Black Two, out."

He wasn't sure who leaned in first, but one moment her hand was on his thigh and the next his own hands were cradling her closer, pulling her off her stool and onto his lap. His senses were assaulted all at once, the loud music, the sweet taste of her mouth and the flowery perfume he hadn't notice before. Her lips were soft but the kiss was relentless, both devouring one another, her body pressed so close to his.

She smiled, a little curve of her lips that stirred things in him, that promised passion and a reckless abandonment, and took his hand to pull him along. He craved for more, more kisses, more skin, so he followed without a second thought. She skipped across the street and they hastily made their way to her room on the first floor, stealing kisses in the doorway and on the stairs.

He pressed her against the door as she was locking it, her ass pushing back deliciously. His mouth fell on her shoulder, hands going up her sides, slightly pulling on the fabric of the dress, making her body shiver in anticipation. The damn thing had to come off. Her arms lifted as if thinking the same, so he backed up and pulled the dress over her head with ease. His fingers traced the expanse of her back and hooked on her lace thong pulling it slightly. With a small gasp she turned, eyes dark with lust, only in heels and the flimsy little piece of red lace. Poe couldn't remember a time he had been more turned on.

He kneeled and lifted her leg over his shoulder with little warning. She gasped as his fingers traced the lace, already seeping wet and ready. The thong was pulled aside and his mouth was on her, sucking and biting eagerly, his tongue circling her bud, lapping at her flowing juices. She moaned loudly, her fingers twisting in his hair.

"Not fair..." She panted from above, but her hips bucked towards him. He smirked and pushes a finger inside her, then a second, lifting his head to look at her. She was gorgeous, ragged breaths and knees trembling as he pumped his fingers vigorously, thumb stroking her clit. The obscene sound of her moans and dripping pussy filled the small room, tantalizing. He got up, mouth clasping over a nipple and she arched her back pressing to him, head rolling back against the door as the walls clamped over his digits. Poe backed up barely an inch to look her in the eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth, needing to taste her one more time. She let out a straggled breath, half sigh half moan and roughly pulled on his T-shirt. "Clothes off. Now."

"Yes ma'am." He was happy to oblige, his dick straining in his boxers, already damp with precum. His clothes flew off unceremoniously, their hands bumping as they both pulled on the fabric, rushed to unzip his pants and pull down his boxers. Hand on his chest, she backtracked him until his legs hit the bed then pushed him on it. Her hands traced up his legs, crawling in between them, eyes never leaving her prize as she laid kisses up his thighs, nails scraping at his skin, closer to where he needed her the most. He took hold of her upper arms and spun them around so she was caged beneath him.

"Not fair." She breathed out a moan as his dick rubbed against her folds. He wanted her, needed her like air.

"Next time."

"Deal." He pushed inside her in one swift move, rougher than he intended, but she let out the most erotic sound he's ever heard, a loud and lewd groan, ringing in his ears as her body purred. Her words slurred from her pretty little mouths in short breaths.

"Shit, Poe, you're driving me, insane." She had no idea what she was doing to him. His mouth was on hers again, drowning her moans as he rocked his hips, plummeting in her core. Her shaking arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer like her life depended on it. He hooked one arm beneath her knee and pulled her leg up, spreading even more, going even deeper. It was raw and desperate, passion in its purest form. Her nails dug at the skin on his back, his name chanted from her lips like a prayer as his rhythm turned merciless. Thank the gods he'd told her his real name. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, nipping and sucking at he tender flesh.

Her eyes rolled in back of her head and his entire body shook above her as her pussy milked his dick with greed, clamping around him like a vice. Their breaths mingled, their skin sleek with sweat, but tingling still. With the last sliver or power he had, Poe rolled on his back and pulled her with him, her leg slipping over his, her hand on his chest. He was still in a daze, but looking at her she was not better, eyes half closed and unfocused, her fingers drawing lazy patters on his chest. He remember bringing her hand to his lips before falling asleep.

He woke up first, Y/N still curled over him, hair sprawled on the pillow behind her. She had pulled a silky sheet over them some time after he passed out. He smiled, lips pressing gently on the top of head. He pulled her closer, almost not believing she was real. She stirred, letting out a contents little sigh, but didn't wake up.

Poe enjoyed the feeling of her in his arms a moment longer, his brows more furrowed by the second, his lips pressed in a thin line. He had to go soon and he didn't know when he would see her again. His hand trailed the smooth skin on her back, not wanting to leave the bed, taking in every detail of her beautiful face. When the sun had finally fully risen there was no more time left.

He went to collect his scattered clothes, his mind running a mile a minute, thinking of how to tell her he was actually in the Resistance, wondering his she will react to him lying about his work, about his identity, but most importantly if she would want to see him again. Gods, he hasn't even left her room yet and he was already dreaming of when he'd hold her in his arms next. Poe smiled, he felt like a teen again, the only care in the world the affection of his lover.

But the world was cruel and he was not a silly boy back on Yavin. He found his T-shirt thrown all the way near her side of the bed and as he bend down to retrieve it, the holopad on the nightstand beeped loudly three times before a robotic voice boomed in the small chamber, the dark figure projecting from it chilling his blood.

"Y/N, I assume the traitor has been dealt with already. You better be on the Supremacy when I arriver to continue our training. You have an hour." Poe's breath caught in his throat, his mind so overwhelmed it first went blank then exploded with the possibilities and implications. The idea that he'd spent the night with one of the First Order's top assets... Did he steal something off him? Had it been a trap? 

His eyes fell on the holopad again, the blinking light showing she had a message. From fucking Kylo Ren! She was training with Leia's kid, she was dark side.

She was evil.

But she couldn't be, could she? 

Poe was so lost in thought he didn't even hear her as she stretched in bed behind him, the yellow glint in her eyes catching in the morning sun as her gaze fell on him.

Chapter 2 >

[marmolady]

A Ride to Remember (Estela x MC)

Main Pairings: Estela x (f)MC

Summary: Endless Ending.  As Estela continues to help Taylor along her road to recovery after freeing Vaanu's essence, she shares with her a bittersweet part of her life in San Trobida.

Word Count: 3255

Chronology: carries on from ‘The New Taylor’, precedes ‘Inheritance’.

Tagging: @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, @greengroove 

“Okay, sit naturally, with your back straight, and I’ll adjust the stirrups to the right length.”

Taylor shifted her position on a small, grey horse until she was comfortable. “Well, I’m up, and I haven’t fallen off yet, so I guess that’s a good start.”

Estela chuckled as she fiddled with the saddle. “We’ll take it slow. It’s good for your core strength and your balance, which will be really important for you. I read that it’s actually helpful for your circulation and for relaxing . The movements should sort of gently work your joints and muscles, and I think your spine too. As low-impact exercise, it’s pretty hard to beat-- unless you fall off.”

“I’ll just… try and avoid that, then.” Taylor patted the horse’s neck, swallowing her nerves. She’d ridden a freaking yeti; this should be a piece of cake. “Pepper here is the friendly one, right?”

“Ha. Right. Better him than this asshole,” Estela said, while, as if on cue, the dark bay horse she was beside made to take a chunk out of her. Reflexively, she moved out of the way. “They call this one ‘Miel’. It means ‘honey’, which is exactly what she’s not.”

“You know, I’m seeing that. I’m guessing she’s the one who threw you back when you were a kid?”

“Of course. I’m sure it’s a memory she treasures.”

A little laugh made Taylor relax into her seat. This outing had been coming for a few days; her physical recovery had been going well, thanks in a large part to her very attentive and encouraging personal trainer. Taylor could feel the progress taking place within her body; something that she’d not long ago feared had stalled. There was a way to go yet, but… the climb to get there no longer felt insurmountable. Putting the focus on complete relaxation and actually getting some undisturbed sleep had done wonders.

Estela clicked her tongue, and as Miel moved forward, Taylor gave Pepper a little squeeze.

“Okay, buddy. I’ve got this.”

The movement beneath her took a little getting used to, but as Taylor sat straight, she realised that her core really had been strengthened in those past weeks. No doubt she’d be tired by the end of the ride, but for someone who just a couple of months ago couldn’t even sit up by herself, this was an achievement.

Estela grinned. “If you do fall off, I’ll try and throw some ninja moves so I can jump down and catch you.”

“Hahaha. You are absolutely hilarious. This is a cakewalk.” Let’s just keep it at a walk though. To be safe.

“I know. Nothing you can’t handle.” Estela brought her horse so she was walking parallel with Taylor’s. It was wonderfully weird to see her wife out here in the San Trobidan countryside even after all these weeks. But now, it could never be home if Taylor wasn’t there. “There are a few different tracks I used to take from here; we’ll probably get around to a couple more before we head back to La Huerta, but I figured the shortest trail is probably our best bet for now. There’s a really nice lookout spot in this one as well, so you can take a break if you need it.”

The trail meandered through thick primary forest, the shade of canopy bringing a drop in temperature that could be felt in an instant. All was quiet but for the calls of birds and the steady plodding of hoofbeats. That this could exist in a place so war-ravaged was startling to Taylor, and she could quite imagine how such a slither of peace could become a lifeline.

“You used to come out riding here a lot?”

“Yes,” Estela said. “It was one of the few useful things I could do when I was a kid. Seňor Ruiz loved these horses, but when he became involved in the war, he didn’t have as much time for them. When I was about twelve, and then… pretty much until Mom died, I kept the horses exercised and groomed, and Tio would get me off his back. Mom was quite friendly with Seňor Ruiz as well; she used to do this with me whenever she had the time. Obviously, with everything that was going on, I mostly felt like I was trapped. Riding was freeing. There were trails off the beach and up into the hills; I could disappear for hours. Sometimes I needed that. To just take those hours away from a world that seemed to be falling down around me.”

“I’ll bet. It must have felt like a whole different world out here. Has it changed a lot? Everything else seems to have changed so much for you… this place looks like it’s never been touched.”

“It’s the same. I could probably take another shot at jumping that log if I was so inclined.”

“So you didn’t stubbornly come back and try again?”

Estela’s eyes sparkled at the tease. She shrugged her shoulders. “It was a way off where I usually ride. But, yeah, I did jump it later. Not on Miel, though-- on Pepper. I’m stubborn, not an idiot.”

Taylor laughed. This wasn’t so hard. She had a distinct feeling that her butt and thighs would be killing her the next day, but it was enjoyable. At the slow pace, her body relaxed into it.

“But, no. This part hasn’t changed a bit. It’s stupid, but it makes me feel sad. Everything is as it should be, except my mother isn’t in the picture. This was her thing. What she did to unwind.”

The mood changed, taking a turn for melancholy. Estela winced apologetically. It wasn’t fair on Taylor; this was supposed to be about her recovery, not looking backwards.

“I’m… guessing you haven’t done this… since your mom died?”

“No. No, I couldn’t. To begin with, it would have been too painful. Then I’d managed to push myself into rebellion, and if I wasn’t helping-- really helping, this time--, I was training my mind and body so that I could take my revenge on Rourke.” She looked back at Taylor with a bittersweet smile, sorrow still lingering behind her eyes. “I didn’t realise how much I’ve actually missed doing this.

“Thank you for sharing it with me. It really means a lot. I feel like, slowly, I’m being woven into the tapestry of the real world… and it’s because of you; what you’ve given me. I know so much of it is painful, but you’ve not held back from me--”

“I want to feel your touch over every part of me. You know that, right?” Estela flushed a little, but didn’t avert her eye contact. Taylor’s gaze was full of love, and she returned it. “It makes it all easier to bear. And this kind of intimacy helps you, then… it’s important.”

“Yeah, I know. Just… I appreciate you letting me be that person.”

Estela’s lips curved to a smile. She didn’t need to be thanked, not for that. “I love you, Taylor.”

“I love you too.”

 Coming out at the other end of the thickest part of the forest, the sun was blinding. A downed tree had cleared all that stood in its wake, and now made for an easy post to which the horses could be tied. Having offered both horses a piece of apple, Estela helped Taylor join her atop the vast log so they could enjoy the view over the jungle-fringed coastline.

“Wow. It really is beautiful.”

“It is,” Estela said wistfully, staring out into a hauntingly familiar horizon. “It’s kind of a miracle it is still as untouched as it is. Around a lot of the edges of the forest, it’s all been destroyed. Of course, people would go into the forest to hide-- I know my mother and I did. When people are scared for their lives, why should they care about protecting a few trees? But a lot of it’s still okay. Us and the jungles. We’ll rebuild and get stronger.”

She frowned. Maybe something could be done to help. The resources available to Aleister through Rourke International could do a world of good here. It was difficult to bring up. Something would be asked for in return, something Estela was adamant she wouldn’t-- couldn’t-- give. As much as she fought it, though, she felt the burden of responsibility. If it could be as simple as taking Aleister and Grace out here and showing them why her home was special…. That time was coming soon.

“It’s weird to think, in just a few days we’re going to have Aleister and Grace here. Worlds colliding all over again.”

It wouldn’t be just a friendly visit. She’d had Aleister badgering her far too long for that to be the case. She knew. He had a burden to force upon her, as if sharing it would somehow distance himself from Rourke. As if cold, unfeeling money could in any way ease the suffering that had been caused. Aleister could take guidance about righting his father’s wrongs without tethering Estela to that name. After all that company had taken, it owed her that much.

“Hey,” Taylor said soothingly, her voice as gentle as the expression in her blue eyes. “They care about us, about you. Whatever conversations anyone might want to have, no one can force your hand. Only an incredibly stupid person would try, and that’s neither of them. They just want to be here for you.”

Only because of my blood. As soon as the thought came to her, Estela pushed it away stubbornly. However she thought about Aleister’s intentions for Rourke International and that blasted fortune, she did know that both he and Grace cared for her. And they cared for Taylor. And Jake. They must do, for it would take a brave person indeed to be in Aleister’s shoes and face an introduction to one Nicolas Montoya.

“I’ll have to tell Tio some more nice stories before then. I don’t know if my ‘warts and all’ approach to sharing our experiences on La Huerta have painted my poor half-brother in the best light.”

At that, Taylor chuckled darkly. Meeting the approval of Tio Nicolas had been a mighty intimidating feat to take on, albeit worth it a thousand times over. “Aleister did so much to keep you safe in the fallout, even under threat of your wrath. I think Tio of all people could appreciate what a challenge that must have been.”

“I’m lucky to have so many people looking out for me,” Estela said quietly. Then, as if she had no control over it, her tone became harsh, defensive. “But I don’t need looking after. Not with anything from Rourke.”

Taylor looked at Estela with aching affection, and saw it returned, the storm clouds clearing under a tender gaze.

“I’m doing it again,” Estela said sheepishly.

“Yeah. And it’s okay.” Taylor took her wife’s arm and held her. There was a whole lot Estela was working through right now, and she would not have her do it alone. “Maybe you could use a date with that old punching bag.”

Estela exhaled heavily. “That thing’ll be a pile of frayed string by the time I’m done with it.” She leaned closer, touching her forehead to Taylor’s, closing her eyes. It’s okay. You’re in this together. Look how far you’ve both come already? “You are amazing, you know? Taylor. You really are.”

“On a good day,” Taylor chuckled. Her whole life had been an erratic ride of peaks and troughs, of glorious highs and despairing lows. It hadn’t suddenly become easy once the world was restored and she was home with her soulmate.

“On a bad day, you’re even more,” Estela said solemnly. “You never give in.” She blushed slightly. “It’s one of the things I loved about you first.”

Taylor came away so she could press a gentle kiss to Estela’s nose. “And you still loved me when I could barely leave my bed. When I had no freaking control over my bladder,” she laughed. “And I couldn’t have sex without falling asleep after five minutes. It’s… starting to feel like we’ve made it. It’s like our future is actually possible. I don’t have a damn clue what it’s gonna be, but it’s gonna be us.”

“Yes. You and me, forever.” Estela took Taylor’s face in her hands, and brought her in for a deep and lingering kiss. God, Taylor; I’d go through every heartache a thousand times over for a day with you, a day like this. “Come on, mi amor,” she said airily as she came away, riding that wonderful high. “It’s about time those old horses got some real exercise. Let’s take them down into the sea.”

“Oh god, why do I feel like I’m about to get really wet?”

Estela smirked. “You better hold on tight, then.”

 _________________________

 2011

 The bay horse, Miel, flicked her ears back, responding to the tension feeding from the young woman atop her back.

“You expect me to want to leave… to just turn my back on everything that’s happening here. What if I refuse?”

“You’re a minor, Estela. You could dig your heels in and refuse to leave, but your uncle won’t make a revolutionary out of a fifteen year old girl. Nicolas wants you out of here as much as I do.”

Estela bit back a retort. No, he doesn’t. He would let me be useful. “I thought you cared about this place… these people.”

“Don’t.” That tone of voice didn’t come out very often, but even Estela knew better than to argue with it. “My child being killed in this war won’t make things better. You are bright, and determined, and compassionate. I won’t have your light snuffed out before it even has a chance to shine.” Olivia shook her head. “You are too precious. To me, and to all you care about. You finish your education, you grow and you learn, and then you will have more to offer. Then, it will be your choice. But while you are a child in my care, I need you have faith in my judgement.”

How, when it’s taking you away from me? Estela chewed on her lower lip,fighting to keep her tears at bay. Who would make you smile when you had the whole world in your shoulders?

Olivia must have felt the emotion in her daughter, for her voice trembled when she spoke. “The thought of being away from you is… torture. I don’t know how I’m even going to breathe knowing you’re so far away, knowing that the violence here could escalate at any time. But I have to do this, mija. I would not put us through this if it wasn’t desperate. But it is, and I am. If working on Rourke’s island for a year means that you come through this all, alive, there is no question.”

“I’ll miss you, Mami.”

“I know, Estelita. Mi preciosa. But we’ll get through this. One week at a time, and I won’t ever let you forget that my heart is home with you.”

Choking on the lump in her throat, Estela spluttered a sob, and roughly wiped tears from her eyes. “We’ll get through this,” she murmured weakly. This will pass. She had to believe it, she had to try,for it was all that would keep aching loneliness from taking root in her heart. For everything her tio was fighting for, she’d be strong. For her mother, she’d be even stronger.

“Come now, my star.” Olivia reached and stroked her daughter’s face, tenderly caressing away the tear-tracks that Estela’s harsh brushing had left behind. She cupped her cheeks and chin, adoring her. “If these are the memories I’m taking away with me, I’m going to need to see your beautiful smile.”

What is there to smile about--?

“Mija, this is our time. You and me, holding on together. So, I’m going to race you. One end of Cala Paraisa to the other. I’m not going anywhere with you under the delusion that your mother can’t leave you in the dust.”

“I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry you’re gonna be stuck on that island, stewing in the knowledge that I kicked your ass out here.”

Olivia scoffed exaggeratedly. There it was; there was her smile. “Fighting words!” She petted the grey horse’s neck. “What do you think, Pepper? We can take them?”

With a roll of her eyes, Estela clicked her tongue, encouraging Miel to walk forwards. This hurt. This really hurt. But her mother was right; they couldn’t let this time be taken from them. This was theirs.

“I think you and your horse are dreaming. We start at that driftwood-- are you ready?”

The still of the quiet cove gave way to the pounding of hooves and the whoops and hollers of mother and daughter at play. One last time.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

I ship it

anything for you icy baby uwu

Shinsou x Vigilante!reader

word count: 2,500 (about)

warnings: blood, gore, violence, some angsty pinning 

Summary: Shinsou was probably your best friend, which was odd considering how much he didn’t know about you. He didn’t know you were in love with him, and he didn’t know you were a vigilante.

“what are you looking at?” Shinsou asked making you jump, He had a bad habit of sneaking up on you. Shinsou laughed as you smacked his chest. Then he dropped his gaze to your phone, which you had been browsing before he had scared you 

“hey is that me?” he asked suddenly no longer interested in play fighting with you. 

“Yeah I was watching that fight with you and Siren against that acrobat villain,” you admitted looking back down at the video as it played.  

“awe (y/n) I didn’t know I had a fan,” he teased wrapping his arms around your waist teasingly, you ignored the flutter in your chest and shoved him off of you. 

“Actually I was watching for Siren, she’s super hot you know,” you teased right back. instantly his mood darkened 

“Don’t even pretend to like that scum,” he growled it was a little scary seeing him so pissed off, even scarier when he was angry at you. but you just smiled 

“don’t pout you grouch, of course, I like you better,” you teased, 

“you better,”

“still she could be a great girlfriend I think-”

“whatever we should go grab food yeah?” he huffed you nodded and accepted. 

you supposed it made sense that Shinsou hated Siren,  He was a hero, after all, still, you wondered if he would hat Siren so much if he knew you were actually her. 

You weren’t really a villain but you weren’t on the right side of the law either. you liked to think of yourself as closer to a vigilante than anything else although the media and Shinsou didn’t see it that way. 

It was a little unfortunate that you spent so much of your free time fighting your best friend but life wasn’t fair you had learned that much at least. 

Shinsou poked your cheek drawing you back into the present. “I paid for your ramen you better eat it,” Shinsou muttered. you stuck your tongue out and slurped your noodles. 

“you are really spacy today huh?” he laughed. He had a beautiful laugh, it almost made you blush. you liked him too much for your own good and you knew you were only going to get hurt, still who wouldn’t fall for him? you dropped your gaze and kept eating. 

Shinsou frowned, you were acting weird today. Not looking at him, spacing out, and blushing like that. You were Shinsou’d best friend, but sometimes it felt like he didn’t know you at all. you were quite unreadable when you wanted to be. 

“(y/n) are you sick or something?” Shinsou asked reaching his hand out to feel your forehead. Before he could touch your face he heard screaming both of your turned and he saw people running outside, then Kaminari Denki of all people came crashing through the glass window at the front of the restaurant. Shinsou leaped over the table and shielded you from the spray of broken glass. in the same instant, he also managed to pluck Kaminari out of the air before he could crash through anything else. 

“Need Help?” Shinsou asked Kaminari, smirking. 

“that would be great.” the blonde gulped. Shinsou turned to you

“Hide, I’ll find you after this is all over okay?” Shinsou said turning to you, you pretended to be frightened and ran out of his line of sight. Quickly you ducked into the restaurant’s bathroom and quickly changed into the sleek black outfit you carried on you at all times. Another set of helping hands couldn’t hurt right?

You almost laughed as you skidded along the sidewalk towards the two men, Shinsou did a double-take then groaned. it was hilarious to see his pained reactions. 

“Ah don’t pout Shinsou Baby,  thought you would be glad to see me,” you laughed. your voice came out as mechanical, warped beyond recognition.  “After all the quicker we get this done the quicker you can get back to your little date,” you teased. 

“you were watching me?” he barked. you just shrugged, knowing better than to answer him verbally. 

“Will you two stop flirting!! Villain!” Kaminari shouted gesturing to the two-story monster destroying buildings with massive swipes of his clawed hands. 

“We weren’t flirting,” Shinsou pouted running after the other hero, with you close behind. 

“quirk?” you asked Kaminari knowing Shinsou wouldn’t respond to you. 

“Not sure Something emotion-related, I think If we can calm him down He might go back to normal-” Denki explained. you nodded before quickly ducking to avoid a chunk of a building that flew toward you. 

“Just calm him down? that doesn’t sound too bad,” you laughed. 

“Yeah, so that means we don’t need you,” Shinsou griped. Shinsou knew that in theory the two of you were different sides of the same coin. Just two people with villainous quirks trying to make the world a better place. he couldn’t help but hate you, even if he didn’t fully know why. He also hated the shipping that came with it. It had pissed him off enough to see his best friend looking through the Shinren ship tag now he had to deal with you and some monster at the same time. 

“you’re not even a hero we could arrest you right now,” Shinsou growled  

“I could arrest you right now,” you mimicked him. Shinsou’s eyes twitched in frustration before shooting his capture weapon, wrapping the gray scarf around the attacker's wrist halting him mid-swing. The pause was enough for Kaminari to get in an attack of his own a lightning blast large enough to engulf the Villain in electricity. Still, it wasn’t enough, So you took your turn. 

“Let’s calm down big guy, Deep breaths!” you commanded, your voice flowed over him and he had no choice but to obey. He relaxed taking deep even breaths, slowly he shrank, his claws and fangs returning to more human shapes until he collapsed on the streets wrapped entirely in Shinsou’s scarf. 

“see aren’t I helpful?” you purred turning to Shinsou who scowled, it was a pretty threatening look coming from him. 

“come on man would it kill you to say thank you?” Kaminari said from behind you

“It just might,” the purple-haired man growled

“Hitoshiiiii,” Kaminari whined. 

“Thank you for your help Siren now get out of here before I arrest you,” he growled through gritted teeth, even though he couldn’t see your face he knew you were grinning like a fool. He was right of course. you laughed and took off running. but not quite fast enough. 

The buildings around you were still in crumbling pieces. a broken steal beam fell slashing across your chest and stomach even grazing the top of your thigh. you staggered back your breath gone. there wasn’t even pain your whole body just numb as you fell to the sidewalk unable to breathe let alone move.  

You had been so fucking careful in battle. You had waited until the right moment to attack the monster and even hid slightly behind the real pros. you were pissed that collateral damage had taken you down. your vision was spotty before going completely black. you were only blind for a second or two and when you could see clearly again you saw Shinsou over you, cutting away the torn bits of your costume to assess the wound

“Drama queen, it’s not even that deep,” he laughed, but you could tell he was lying, you could see the fear in his eyes. 

“give it to me straight Doc.” you joked back, your voice was hoarse, even after being run through the filter. the panic on Shinsou’s face only grew more blatant.

Shinsou had no clue what he was doing, he was never great at this healing stuff and if he was being honest the sight of this much blood frightened him. Maybe it was just because it was your blood. 

If someone had asked Shinsou this morning he would have told them he hated Siren with a passion. but seeing you drop like that awoke a different kind of passion in him.  If you died, who was going to annoy him while he was out on patrol? Or swoop in to help whenever he was in over his head. Who was he going to complain too about the strict sometimes contradictory rules the council inforced? He realized not only would he miss you if he died, but it might also just brake him. 

“you’ll be fine,” he muttered to calm himself more than anything.

“Course I will,” you laughed weakly your body spasmed suddenly and you let out a sharp cry of pain. the sudden movement caused a gush of blood and with every aftershock of your muscles tensing more of the thick red liquid spirted from your wound. 

“Hey Siren I’m going to take your helmet off okay?” Shinsou asked 

“Hitoshi-” you were usually smart enough not to answer his questions but not now. your body went rigid and the blood stopped gushing so violently.  

“relax and stay still,” he commanded before getting to work. Denki had called for back up, people who knew what the fuck they were doing were on their way. he only had to keep you alive for ten minutes. Shinsou did his best to soak up the blood and clean the wound it’s self with the limited supplies he had. It wasn’t enough. The blood returned almost as soon as he whipped it away. any bandages he placed down were instantly soaked. Shinsou couldn’t help but feel that he was making things works not better.

Your skin was ashy and pale. Because of the spell he had you under your body was lifelessly still. The only thing that assured him you were alive was the steady flow of blood that pushed to the surface with every beat of your weak heart. Suddenly he broke his hold in your mind.

“Are you still awake? say something,” he growled your body shook lightly now that your muscles could twitch on their own. 

“Going... for my helmet... low blow,” you coughed. Shinsou could help but laugh at least you were awake. 

“The Shippers are going to love this,” you added making him laugh again. it was good seeing him laugh. 

“you’re fucking dying and you’re thinking about shippers?” he asked applying pressure to the wound making you cry out in pain. 

“I mean... There is going to be- Fuck- fanart,” you winced trying to bite back a second scream and failing.  

“Probably, you think they’ll make the blood pool in a heart shape?” he joked 

“that would be cute,” you crooned and immediately you were back under his control 

“Stay calm and stay awake,” he ordered. Shinsou kept at it until the real medics arrived. they healed you almost instantly. He silently thanked God you weren’t too far gone to be saved. even though the wound was no longer hurting you, a thick scar was left and your body would still ache for days to come undoubtedly. one of the heroes reached for the helmet, just to check for head injuries, but Shinsou stopped them

“leave it on and just try to heal her anyway,” he muttered. The older hero looked skeptical but did as he asked. as it turned out your head was fine. Shinsou didn’t know why he was protecting your identity like that but it just felt like the right thing to do. you didn’t talk much, far too drained for coherent thoughts. you staid on the curbside head in your hands waiting for any amount of strength to return. and he staid with you. 

He watched the street, as life returned to normal almost instantly. The criminal was taken into police custody, people milled about the sidewalks and the buildings were already being repaired. It was amazing to Shinsou how fast life could return to normal after something horrific.  He looked at you, looking uncharacteristically small. maybe it was just because you weren’t yelling. He wondered if the two of you would return to normal just as quickly

No, he thought, no it’s different now. you saved her, you didn’t want to lose her, so now it’s different. Gently he placed his hand on your shoulder. 

“Let me take you home so you can rest properly, I promise I won’t bust into your house to arrest you or something,” he teased. in a blur of motion, you were standing, you knocked him to the ground and rested the heel of your boot on his throat. 

“Awe you still want to play white knight Shinsou? That’s sweet but sorry I can take care of myself,” you laughed in your usual catty tone. you removed your foot from his neck and gave him a cheeky two-finger salute. 

“latter lover boy, and really thanks for all the help,” you called running off again and managing to make a clean escape this time. Shinsou should have been furious at you for wasting his time and making a fool out of him. But things were different now. 

you barely made it through your apartment door before collapsing on the floor wheezing. You had already been lightheaded and in pain, the brash show of force against Shinsou only exacerbated the problems. But you had pretended to be okay. he couldn’t know where you lived and find out your dirty little secret. 

It was painful but you managed to Strip of your costume. but that was all you could do. But you could live with just being in a sports bra and underwear in your own apartment. You had never really found your carpet all that comfortable but right now it seemed like the perfect place to lay down and rest. 

before you could fall asleep on the floor your phone rang making you groan. Once you saw it was Shinsou, you answered. 

“Hey, where are you?” He asked once you picked up. fuck. quickly you came up with a lie to explain your absence.

“The Ramen shop was evacuated right after you left and It turns out I was cut by some of that glass so I was taken to the hospital, but don’t worry I’m home now,” you explained trying to make your voice sound appropriately frightened. He sighed

“I was worried something really bad had happened to you,” he sounded relieved. you gingerly touched the newly formed scar on your chest. Shinsou had saved your life today and he didn’t even know it.

“Sorry I didn’t text sooner I didn’t want to interrupt the fight,” you mumbled apologetically.

“Don’t worry about it, Can I come over? I still want to make sure you’re okay.”

 you froze imaging Shinsou walking in on you like this. 

“Maybe later, I’m exhausted and I’m sure you are too,” you rejected him softly. He just hummed. You really needed to push him off the line so you could pass out. 

“That being said that fight gave me some really good Shinren content are you sure you don’t have a thing for her? I sure do,” you teased expecting him to groan and leave in a fit of anger. but he was silent.

“I don’t know but I think I’m starting to ship it,” he teased before disconnecting before you could react. Great. How were you supposed to sleep now?

[vangoddamn]

You’re so perfect

Vans 28th Birthday special!! 

Warnings: Smut

You'd woken up earlier than usual, the excitement something that kept you from your dreams. He was still oblivious to the world around him, in his own little world that somehow you had managed to get lost inside of.

He looked peaceful and you didn't want to steal him away from his lazy thoughts for the day encroaching. You got the feeling you were more excited for his birthday than him himself. Well no, you knew you were because nothing could level with your excitement. You loved people's birthdays and making them happy in general and so when it came to Vans it came to no surprise to you or anyone around you that you went all out.

Van, of course, was the opposite, not really that fussed and most likely all he wanted to do was lay in bed with you all day, cups of teas, pancakes in bed and obviously birthday sex. He was a simple guy, one of the things you loved about him.

You so desperately wanted to lean down and kiss him awake. Lips ghosting over each freckle from his jaw bone to the bottom of his back that lay uncovered from a restless nights sleep. But instead, you bottled up your desires and crept out of bed in search of the decorations you had hidden. The party shop in town had practically been empty by the time you left the shop so you had enough to decorate nearly the whole flat.

You started in the open planned kitchen living room. Sticking bunting and paper streamers to the ceiling. There were confetti and decorations you didn't even know existed, yet you are aged perfectly and satisfyingly around the shared apartment. Finally, you snuck into the bedroom with the final decorations pinning the banner which read 'happy birthday Van' from one side of the room to the other. It faced Van meaning that when he woke up he'd see it straight away.

You fiddled with the tassels on the balloons you'd brought in and fretted over the amount of paper confetti was enough to look like a light sprinkle of happiness on the floor. Happy with the outcome you wandered off to the kitchen fixing up teas and pancakes for your boy. Laying out the maple syrup and cut up bananas on a tray before leading it into your room.

He was still asleep and with your jobs done you happily joined him in the cosy sheets of your bed. He was warm and skin so soft it made you want to be wrapped in his arms forever. He lay on his front and he faced you, your hand dancing over his bareback whilst the other arm held you up.

You always got butterflies looking at him, knowing you belonged to him and he belonged to you. How perfect things were, it was crazy and almost unbelievable. Almost. You fell asleep next to him unaware that you'd miss half the day from your lye in.

When his eyes started to adjust to the morning light that was poking through the sheer curtains, meeting yours he smiled. Still getting used to a house and not a tour bus. He wriggled under your hand, moving his body to sit up slightly, making a little noise that made wake up and nussle into him. 

You moved onto his laps straddling him and smiling giddily. "Happy 28th baby" you beamed, leaning down to kiss his cheek, soon enough he moved you to align his lips with yours.

"thanks sugar" his hair had fallen in front of his face, leaning down rubbing your thighs which were resting on his. The contact-making you want to throw away all your plans and to just bask in each others company all day. Although that's what you had been doing for the last couple since he came home.

"I made you pancakes and tea" you giggled when his fingers traced up your thighs and to your hips, feathery and light making it ticklish. "And your present is in the kitchen"

"my present is right here" he whispered, a childish grin painted on his face. You wouldn't have known he was turning 28.

"Vaaan!" You faked disgussed.

"Nah only kiddin' babe, thank you" with his apology came a kiss to your nose, moving to the corner of your mouth where you aligned up to him.

"happy birthday" you mumbled into the kiss before pulling away from him and reaching for the tray on the bedside table. Moving off him you placed it down on his legs and smiled giddily, ready to dig in.

"Jeez, you've outdone yourself love!" He praised your spread of sweet pancakes and everything you knew he'd want. On the tray next to the treats was an envelope, with care he opened it, reading what you'd written the day before. You smiled knowing of the contents.

He opened it carefully, noticing two bits of paper fall out. He ignored them, going to read the card, his face full of concentration of the words you had written for him. And then suddenly his face lit up and he looked at you in disbelief going for the prices of paper that he'd previously ignored.

"fuck y/n, how did you even.," he muttered with shock, inspecting the tickets for the national. It had sold out nearly immediately but with mates, at the venue in Leeds, you managed to pull some strings.

"I hope that's ok," you smiled at him.

"babe, this is class" and before you knew it he had his arms around you and kissing your cheek, mumbling thank yous and love yous over and over in your skin.

After his praises and many giggles, you both dug into the fluffy stack of American pancakes you'd made. Like a child he drenched them in maple syrup, squishing banana and chocolate chunks on top. You were surprised he managed to finish them.

Once he had done you took the tray away into the kitchen washing up and cleaning everything up. It was hot and the sky was completely blue except the odd wisps of cloud that reminded you of candy floss. You didn't even realize you had been daydreaming out the window until Van crept up behind you making you jump.

"shitting Christ Van!" You screamed. Brushing yourself down, slightly embarrassed he'd caught you in a land of your own.

"aww I'm sorry baby come ere'" he giggled, playing off his amusement by wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you from behind.

"you're so mean to me, I've made you all this and look what you do to me" you sulked knowing it he'd just find it cute, he always did.

"Nah, I'd never be mean to yous, and I love the decorations" he smiled into you, you felt his breath against your neck knowing he was inching closer to your skin. The thought of him there making a blush go to your cheeks and your blood rush, goosebumps on your arms appearing.

"I love how you still go red," he whispered, placing a kiss lightly on your cheek. So light that if your senses had not just been heightened, you'd never even noticed his lips had come into contact with the skin.

Your body felt overwhelmed with his touch. Hands on your waist, tightly gripping you as if you might leave. But you couldn't even if you wanted, your legs had long since turned to jelly and he was the only thing keeping you steady. He placed another kiss on the nape of your neck, releasing tingles throughout your body. His kisses slowly but surely became feverish until he spun you around, looking deep into your eyes as if he could read them. Then again he probably could, he could see the desire that pooled within them and the want that rimmed the iris. You were so predictable.

He'd made you restless for his touch, greedy and wanting more. His hands roamed your body, one of them veering south towards the heat which was ever growing needier by the second.

"Van, the boys will be here soon-" he cut you off with another kiss, stopping the words from leaving your mouth.

"let's have a shower" he managed to speak through the messy kiss he held you in, leading you down the hall to your bathroom. He turned the faucet as soon as he was in, letting it warm up whilst he took care of you.

You were still in his t-shirt that you slept in, falling loosely around your frame. He looked at you as if he had already undressed you in his head.

He closed the gap between you both, pulling the top over your body carefully. You were now naked except for the violet lace panties you had slept in. His hands trailed down from your shoulders to your hips pulling you into his, the pressure almost unbearable.

He had already been topless, only in a pear if boxers which you gladly stile from his body. There was something about the intimacy you both could share. It was hot and passionate but at the same time slow and full of appreciation, the safest you'd ever felt with someone. You quickly discarded of your panties and joined him in the shower, the heat surrounding you.

You pulled him closer, your arms resting loosely around his neck, fingers playing with his hair. You kissed the corner of his mouth, going to his jaw and trailing down until you were on your knees. He was already hard and you smiled, knowing you had the same effect on him as he did on you.

You took him in your mouth, setting out a slow pace, your hands working the base. You could hear him moan in satisfaction, deep guttural sounds when he called your name. His hands gripped loosely in your hair, pulling so you could feel his need. You could feel him pulsing, starting to speed up your pace increasing ever so slightly by the second.

"fuck y/n!" He called out loudly. One of your hands still stroking him, you softly traced down the inside of his thigh, making him moan even deeper when your head bobbed further over his dick.

You yours between speeds, making him wait for the climax knowing how much better the release would be. You could taste him, knowing his climax would arrive soon. Your cue to speed up, taking more if him, your eyes water. His moans and praises were even louder now, a warning that held true. He unloaded into your mouth, the salty liquid dripping out of your mouth, over your chin. You swallowed, wiping your mouth before licking him up until you met his eyes.

He looked shocked and deeply satisfied. "You like that birthday boy?" Shooting him a wink before he pinned you against the cool tiles of the shower and peppering kisses along your body.

"love you have no idea.." before you had time to even think through his next moves, his fingers were on your clit. Massaging around, swirling up where they threatened to slip inside of you. Your breath caught in your thought, unable to breathe knowing what he was doing.

A moan slipped out of you involuntarily when he dared, his arms wrapped around your waist whilst your arms held him tightly to you around his neck. He knew exactly how to work you, forcing moans and explicit things you never dreamed of crying out to slip from your mouth. You didn't even notice how loud you must've been until you heard someone call out.

"hellooo?" It was Larry's voice, and you could sense his cheeky tone. Your cheeks instantly turned a bright shade of magenta looking at Van as if you'd just been shot.

"babe it's alright, only Larry.." he said kissing you once more, his fingers pulling away from where you needed him most. It felt uneasy him not there, especially him leaving before the real pleasure kicked in. "Don't look so sad, I'll finish you off later" he winked turning the shower off and hopping out, leaving you even more red and flustered.

He wrapped a towel around his waist before holding one out for you signalling you to walk over to him. He wrapped it around you tightly, placing a kiss to your nose and patting you on the ass as you left.

"hi, Larry sorry bout that" you nervously apologized not quite sure what he had heard.

"s'all right y/n, sorry to ruin your fun" with his comment your stomach flipped and cheeks reddened. And before you could say anything the others came through.

"wow y/n, you look flustered, you ok" Benji chuckled, pointing out your uneasy expression.

"ah lads, quit teasing her ey!" Van warned them, although you could see his grin under his tone. Maybe he was happy the reaction he got from them or maybe it was the colour you had gone from both the lack of contact with him and the teasing.

You skipped over to the bedroom, hiding away to calm yourself down from the morning's activity, and your embarrassment. You let the towel drop to the floor and went to find something in which you could wear.

You pulled out the lingerie you'd splurged on from Ann summers for the special day and stepped into it. It was a completely sheer, mesh spotted body in soft baby pink. It was something you probably would never wear but now you were in it you couldn't help but check yourself out in the mirror. It accented your curves in all the right places and gave you the wave of confidence you had been missing.

You decided on your dark green pleated midi skirt and a black band tee, pairing it with a couple dainty necklaces and your docks. Before you could walk back to your group of friends, Van walked in a smug smile on his face and looking you up and down in what seemed to be awe.

"you look, beautiful love!" He complimented you, walking up giving you a twirl making you giggle with his playfulness.

"only for you," you smiled, resting your hands on his waist. He leant in smiling into a kiss that was only meant for the two of you. He left your touch, changing into some black skinny jeans, but you stopped him before he could continue dressing.

"I have something for you", You smiled up at him, half wishing you could just rip each other's clothes off and spend the day in bed, the other half excited to get hammered at the pub.

"ooh-" he mocked before you cut him off handing a present, neatly wrapped.

He opened it to find a shirt from Mary and Bernie. It was a deep burgundy, a colour he'd always suited. His eyes lit up when he saw the card reading who it was from.

"Thought you could wear that tonight" You suggested to him, taking the shirt from him and putting it on his frame, fastening each button, leaving a couple at the top for your sake.

 You both returned to the lads together, hand in hand, brushing off their leud comments as best you could. Still going red when Bondy commented 'I didn't know you were so loud'.

Ater their teasing you headed out for tea at the pub in town. You had thought about booking somewhere fancy and posh but you weren't the types of people to dine in such places. You knew as soon as you sat down you'd all be judged and never be able to relax. The pub was your best bet.

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It was late in the evening now and you were without question glad about your decision of the skirt. It gave you enough room for the food baby which had reached its second trimester by the time shots arrived. You joked around with Larry about your 'baby', admitting to Van that in fact, it was Bobs. Making Bob beg Van for his forgiveness, explaining how you could raise the baby, the three of you.

Safe to say the night was going as planned, and as you swayed into Van's shoulder at the bar you mumbled sweet nothings into his ear, looking up him like a puppy. 

"I looooove youu" You sang into his ear, giggling when he said it back, shaking your head. "No, like I reaaaally really love you Vannny" You slurred, if he hadn't dealt with drunk you for a while he wouldn't have been able to make out the words.

"And I reaaaally really love you y/n" He whispered in your hair when he pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head. "Thanks for making my birthday perfect,"  He mumbled.

Soon after you both decided it was time to head home, leaving the lads and walking home messily. You leant on him for most of the walk, hand in hand, happily drunk together, your favourite type of drunk. The cool air that blew a gentle breeze through the city sobered you up, letting you appreciate the night and the man you got to share it with.

"I can't believe that if you weren't born today, I wouldn't be here either," you thought out loud, drawing a laugh from Van.

"I can't believe I managed to get a las that is this funny and this beautiful when drunk!" He thought back, giving your hand a small squeeze.

The cool breeze was starting to give you shivers, making you ever so thankful your flat was so close to the pub. The flat was still fairly warm from the sunny day and warmed you up.

You were tired now and was happy when Van led you straight to your bedroom. You both stood there for a while in each other's arms, taking a breather from the day. He pulled away looking at you with all the adoration in the world. You smiled, unbuttoning the shirt that not too long ago you had been dong up. You helped him undress until it was your turn, forgetting your lingerie, you let him lazily undress you until you noticed his face. 

He looked shocked, but a lazy smile lingered on his features. "God, your perfect" He whispered.

You giggled at his boyish smile, leading him to the bed in which he took his time taking off your body suite, your two tired frames snuggled up together, lazily kissing. No intent on anything else, just happy with the day you'd been given.

"Hope you had a good birthday baby," You mumbled into his chest, smiling when he just nodded into you. "Glad you liked your presents," You whispered, ready to close your eyes and drift to sleep.

"My favourite one was you," was the sentence that let you relax completely and made your heart melt. So in love with your boy.

A/N: Hey you beautiful people! So it’s Vans birthday today and I couldn’t resist doing a birthday fic, does anyone else wonder what he’s doing. Well whatever it is I hope he has a lovely day, as do you!! I’ve had alot of requests for Bob/Benji stuff so expect that next!! Anyway, hope you are well, I’m always here for a chat if you neeed xx Em

[ssa25]

Naruhina - Save My Soul -NH2020

For Naruhina2020 March (Bodyguard AU) and April (Celebrity AU)

A/n: Re-posting this long oneshot after major edits. I’d blundered previously when I posted this with huge chunks of old drafts attached at the end, smh. If you have read this story before, please ignore this post.

Rating: Mature

Warning: Modern AU with RTN Hinata and RTN Naruto

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Hinata knew how some people have fetishes. She never thought she had one. Until that moment.

Wait. Would it still count as a fetish if she found that particular body part extremely sexy and distracting on only one specific person?

Sitting in the back seat of her chauffeur driven customised Maybach, Hyuuga Hinata could not take her eyes off of the large manly hands of her bodyguard who was sitting in the front passenger seat. Her nipples puckered and rubbed against the lace of her bra under the short black dress, as flashes of those very same hands skimming over her body, played through her mind. Especially how his long fingers had pinched and thrust into parts of her anatomy that had made her scream and tremble in toe curling pleasure. Involuntarily, her thighs clenched together at the reminder. 

She had to force herself to look away from the man who was absolutely unaware of how his mere presence was wreaking havoc on her mind and body. Not even the constant chatter of her relatively new, chirpy assistant Matsuri, who was sitting right beside her, could pull her thoughts away from the self destructing path she was seemingly on.

Get over it, get over him, she told herself.

Uzumaki Naruto did not want her. He had made it clear. That one particular night, exactly nine days back, had been etched, engraved and embossed into her brain, was supposedly a slip-up on his part. A rare moment of weakness, was how he’d labelled it.

He was her bodyguard. Nothing more, nothing less.

So why did her body yearn for him? Had she imagined the explosive chemistry they had shared in bed? Was she not his type?

The whole world assumed that being a young famous singer-songwriter, she had more men in her life than she could handle. But little did they know that all through her existence, she had been left sorely disappointed by the men who truly meant something to her.

-

As soon as she entered her suite at the hotel, she flung her crystal studded killer heels to the side and made a beeline for the well stocked mini bar. 

She had only had a few cocktails at the lavish and exclusive birthday bash of a world renowned, award winning artist, at his sprawling mansion in the outskirts of the city. Usually, she preferred to be in control of her senses at these events. She absolutely hated the idea of other people witnessing her in a weak moment.

It was probably one of the very few traits she had inherited from her now-estranged father. Her already precarious relationship with her only living conservative parent blew into smithereens when she decided to pursue her dreams. 

But that topic was a terribly sore spot for her, and she did not even want to think about it. The only thing she wanted was to drink herself to numbness, now that she was back in the security of her room. Just so that, she could stop feeling unwanted and unrequited emotions and just drift off to sleep.

She could hear Naruto stepping inside the suite, but she willed herself to not glance back at him. He would sleep on the sofa bed in the living room like he had done the night before.

He had been hired by her label’s President to protect her. After she had, apparently, irked quite a few psychopathic, batshit crazy fangirls of the famous rockstar Sabaku Gaara. Just because they had casually dated for a few months last winter. They went especially haywire when the man had written an entire song about her and had openly admitted to it in an interview.

Their relationship ended prematurely, but the threats became progressively scarier and outrightly morbid. That’s when Naruto was taken on board from an elite security organization. He was to protect her, accompany her everywhere for the foreseeable future and always stay within reach. 

Lucky her.

Hinata picked out a small bottle of red wine on impulse and carried it to her room. She shed down to her lacy underthings and poured out a generous amount of the merlot into a bulbous glass.

Taking it to her ensuite bathroom, she began wiping off her makeup in preparation for bed. The process had become so common for her, she was lost in her musings while doing a perfect job of stripping her face bare. 

Refilling her glass again, she lifted it to her lips, when it was snatched away. The harsh tug of Naruto’s fingers made her gasp and spill some wine on her chest. She had not seen him enter her private bathroom.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”, she snapped at him. “You spilled wine on me!”

His gaze flickered to her wet cleavage before he looked away. With his jaws clenched, he poured the drink into the sink and looked at her with a less than pleasant expression.

“You should know better than to drink irresponsibly. Matsuri has already reminded you that you have an early morning meeting with Mr. Senju. The last thing you need is a hangover.”, he uttered those words with a straight face. He tried his best to seem unaffected.

She forced a smile on her face. “I can’t sleep without getting myself drunk. Unless you can think of another way to tire me out. That might just help.”

She was shamelessly coming on to him, but at this point she could care less. Or it was probably just plain ol’ liquid courage.

“Go to bed, and count sheep, for all I care.”, his voice was steady but she could see the inkling of desire in his azure eyes.

She wanted to egg him on, and brought her hands to the front clasp of her bra. “Oh, come on, help me out a bit. Just one more time.”, she was almost playfully begging him now. And she knew she would take whatever he would throw at her. It probably went against feminist ideals, but she was never this weak for another man. She needed him like no one else. Why did he not get that?

“Don’t you want me again?”, she propositioned him and unhooked the wet lace bra to tempt him further.

But before he could get an eyeful for her naked heaving chest, he turned around to walk out of her bathroom. She could only laugh, while her heart squeezed painfully inside at his outright rejection.

“You’re such a pussy!”, she commented mockingly to goade him further.

And lo, behold, it made him stall at the door. His fists were clenched at his sides, but he did not retaliate with words. Just when she felt a sliver of doubt that he would walk away, he swung around and marched over to her, capturing her burgundy stained lips under his hungry ones. 

She moaned audibly at the surge of passion in their liplock, it positively made her giddy. His hands pulled and pressed her body against his, before cupping her perky round bottom and lifting her up against him.

Hinata squealed into the kiss at the sudden change of altitude, but she did not dare break away from him. She needed him so badly that she grasped at his short hair desperately to gain leverage and rub her core against his hardening length.

She heard him groan out loudly and then he pulled away from her lightly bruised, swollen lips, as he joined their foreheads and continued what she had started. Holding her from her bottom, he pushed her against the nearest wall and started thrusting upwards for some desperately needed friction. The silk of her panty was really thin and flimsy, and the ridges of his jeans gliding over her most sensitive point was delicious.

“Yes!”, she cried out. “Naruto… Please!! Don’t stop…!!”

Her hoarse pleading made him curse out loud. Abruptly, he her away from the wall. But instead of taking her to the bedroom like she had expected, he stepped into the large glass walled shower.

Unceremoniously, Naruto pulled the tap handle and the shower sprayed them with really cold water. She screamed as the icy water fell on her skin, instantly cutting off the heat of their encounter.

“F*ck! What the hell?!”, she scrambled out of his grip and out from the chill of the water. “What was that for?”

The cold spray had drenched Naruto, by the time he turned the supply off.

“That was me trying to act on the shred of rationality left in me.”, Naruto said seriously while rubbing a hand across his hair. She shivered and wrapped her arm around her naked chest.

“Oh, for f*ck’s sake, do you have to be so rational all the dam* time?!!”, her voice echoed against the walls. “What’s wrong with you??!!”

He slipped out of the shower cubicle and threw the nearest dry bathrobe at her. She quickly pushed her arms through it to cover herself. Doing what he did was humiliating enough, especially after she had literally begged him to take her.

“Call me old fashioned, but I prefer my women sober in bed…”, he replied with a snort.

“Oh just stop with that holier than thou attitude… I’m barely tipsy… You’re the one who’s got his panties in a wad for no reason.”, she let her frustration speak through with zero filter. “Seriously, have you ever let yourself get carried away by your instincts? Instead of being so dam* uptight 24/7?...”

“Oh, I’ve tried it… Look where that got us…”

“You say it as if it was bad for you…”, she followed after him into the bedroom.

“That is beside the point… You, Miss Hinata Hyuuga, are my employer… It is inappropriate for us to sleep together...”

“It’s a little late for worrying about appropriateness, don’t you think?!...”, her voice was laced with sarcasm. “Surely you realise that or have you lost your memories while perched on your moral high horse?”

Naruto gritted his teeth and glared at her with icy blue eyes. “I haven’t forgotten anything… But I have more self respect and pride than repeating my mistake of being your rebound hookup.”

She felt hurt by his accusation. “Is that what you think? A rebound?... Gosh, Naruto... I have been over Gaara for months...”

“Well then, what else is it??”, he demanded.

She was tongue tied by the abruptness of his question. What was it? 

She was crazy attracted to him. She cared for him. She wanted him to do unspeakable things to her. She wanted to do similar things back to him. But that was as far as she had thought.

Seeing her speechless, he nodded curtly. “That’s what I thought.”

He moved away from her before her muddled brain could make a sense out of the deviation their conversation had taken. Naruto picked up his wallet, blazer and keycard before walking towards the main door.

“Get some sleep… Please… I will be right outside.”

Hinata could not utter the right words to stop him. Even if she desperately wanted to. 

-

By eight o’ clock next morning, Hinata was seated in an upscale rooftop restaurant that was famous for its breakfast menu. Mr. Senju was notorious for being an early riser, and he believed in using as much of the daylight as possible to conduct profitable business.

Clad in a flowy lavender maxi skirt, a white lace crop top and a pair of comfy birkenstocks, Hinata was half heartedly listening to Mr. Senju. Her mirrored sunglasses provided her the perfect ruse to hide her tired eyes and also to frequently glance over at Naruto, who stood a few feet away, where he had the perfect vantage point of the whole setting.

Matsuri sat beside her, jotting down important points that were discussed. By the end of the meal, Hinata had agreed to lend her voice to a character of a big budget animated movie that would be produced by Mr. Senju. Few remaining details would be ironed out by her label before she would sign the contract.

“Then I’ll see you back in the city in two weeks, Miss Hyuuga.”, Mr. Senju shook her hand. “It was a pleasure meeting you. Have a good day!”

Hinata smiled widely and bid him goodbye.

“Wow… That was definitely worth losing a few hours of sleep…”, Matsuri commented.

Hinata nodded listlessly, and nibbled on the poached eggs. She would have certainly liked Naruto to join her at the table, but he had maintained the cool aloof demeanour from last night. Like they only worked in a professional capacity.

Hinata could not openly make any grand gestures towards him because the restaurant was decently filled with posh clients.

From behind her shades, she had even noticed more than one woman staring in the direction of the tall figure of her bodyguard. And it lit her with jealousy. It was absurd. She had no claim over him, but she wanted to gorge the eyes out of any woman who so much as second glanced at him. Curiously, she had never felt this possessive about any of her past boyfriends. Not even Gaara, who the craziest female fandom their music industry had ever seen.

Speaking of the devil.

Gasps and murmurs filled the air, as Gaara Sabaku waltzed into the establishment like he owned the place, with his manager right behind him. Most patrons were affluent enough to not stumble out of their seats to approach celebrities for an autograph or selfies. But there were quite a few heads turned and much interest shown, when the red haired rockstar made a beeline for her.

“G-G-Gaara!”, she squeaked and flushed uncomfortably. Hinata was amused to see her so flustered. Especially, when she was quite unaffected by the famous actors and singers at last night’s bash.

Hinata got up from her seat to greet her ex-boyfriend.

“Hinata… What a pleasant surprise to see you here…”, Gaara spoke fondly as he engulfed her in his arms.

Hinata was a little taken aback by his enthusiasm, but she let it slide. There was nothing wrong with acknowledging an old friend or acquaintance with a genial hug. But she noticed the way Naruto had become stiff and alert, standing a few feet away from them.

“It’s nice to see you too Gaara… Weird running into you here… What are you doing so far off from the city?”, she asked him casually.

“Same thing as you. I made it to the party a little late last night… My flight got delayed on my way back from Seoul… By the time I got there, you had left…”, he explained.

“Ah, yeah…I was feeling a little tired…”, Hinata replied. She felt a little uncomfortable by Gaara’s attention, so she deviated from their conversation. “Gaara, this is my new assistant Matsuri… Matsuri, this is Gaara… You might know him….”

Gaara nodded at her nonchalantly before focusing back on Hinata. “How long are you here for?”

“Umm… Just for tonight.. We will be driving back to the city tomorrow morning…”

“That’s great! We must have dinner together tonight. Especially when we are both staying at the same hotel.”

Hinata was quite surprised at his invitation. She could see from the corner of her eyes, Naruto got closer to them and stood behind her protectively.

Was he jealous? Or was this a part of his job?

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea Gaara…”

“Come on, it’s just dinner… I won’t try to kiss you or anything… Unless you want to, ofcourse!”

Hinata fixed him with a mocking glare. She had separated from him on amicable terms. He was not keen on her suggestion of breaking up. But as a free spirited musician himself, he loathed the idea of binding her to him against her wishes. So he let her go. Now, even the thought of having dinner plans with him seemed to hold no attraction for her. Deep down, she realised the reason why.

“Haven’t we had enough problems because of our past? Being seen together again in public would be asking for more trouble.”, she tried to reason with him.

“Fine, if that’s your worry. How about you come over to my suite? We can have a private dinner where no one can see us.” Gaara glanced at Naruto and added, “You can even have your guard installed outside my door to keep an eye out for you.”

She really wanted to decline his invitation without seeming rude or uptight. But it seemed a little difficult now, with Gaara being insistent and the eyes of other patrons of the restaurant on the two of them.

She lowered her voice and replied, “How about I think about it and text you back?”

Gaara smirked and nodded. “Okay. Remember, I will be hoping for a yes.”

He flicked her chin lightly, like he used to do when they were back together, and moved towards his reserved table.

With that, Naruto suggested they make a move out. He trailed closer than ever before, and kept a light protective hand on her back while the few paparazzis outside clicked furiously. She wondered if Gaara’s invite had spurred this extra protective and possessive streak in him. The idea of making him even more jealous appealed to her. But she absolutely hated toying with people to play games like that. She wanted him to want her back without any underhanded tricks in play.

Once back inside the car, Matsuri asked incredulously, “You are not seriously thinking about going out with him, are you??”

Hinata rested her head back and watched Naruto for any sign. He did seem a little stiffer than usual, even as he was busily texting someone on his phone.

“Technically, it’s not ‘going out’... More like ‘dining in’... But I haven’t made a decision about it. Yet.”

A full minute later, her phone pinged and she took it out to read the new text message, thinking it might be from Gaara.

‘For your eyes only. Make sure no one is peeking into your phone.’

It was from Naruto. When she raised her head up, she saw Matsuri trying to inconspicuously peek at the text. She understood that Naruto might be trying to communicate with her without Matsuri knowing about their recent past.

“Who was that?”, she asked nonchalantly.

“Uh, no one.”, Hinata lied easily.

Seconds later, another message popped up. This time she was careful about not letting wandering eyes stray over to her phone.

‘I have to warn you about something. But what is most important is for you to NOT panic. Matsuri has a carving knife in her bag. She picked it up from the restaurant. Beware. Do not engage her in any conversation about Gaara. I have alerted the police, we will get you to safety soon. Just keep calm. You will be fine.’

Hinata grew pale as she finished reading the text. Why would Matsuri pick a knife? Slowly, the pieces fit together, and she realised that her new assistant was one of the psychopathic fans of her ex-boyfriend.

“Was that Gaara?”, Matsuri’s suspicious voice broke her trance.

“Umm… No…”, she replied faintly and looked outside the window to hide any signs of distress on her face.

“I think meeting Gaara again would not be good for either of you.”, her assistant kept talking.

If Naruto had not warned her, she would have snapped back at Matsuri and given her a piece of her mind. And that would have been disastrous. She looked to the front and found Naruto looking back at her. He gave her a small reassuring nod.

“If he thinks-“

Naruto interrupted her just as she spoke. “We’re almost here. It will be ideal for both of you to discuss this in the privacy of the suite, while I run a small errand.”

Soon the car stopped, Naruto jogged out to open Hinata’s door.

“You did good. I am here with you, don’t worry.”, he muttered close to her ears.

Hinata felt safe in his presence and she had to stop herself from leaning into him. The trio moved through the hotel lobby that seemed quieter than usual. Matsuri did not suspect a thing, but she raised an eyebrow at him when he joined them in the elevator.

“I thought you had an errand to run.”

Hinata understood that she was trying to get rid of Naruto to confront her in the suite.

“I do. I just need to grab some papers from my suitcase.”, he lied easily.

As soon as  they entered the suite, they were confronted by the police who were waiting for them. Matsuri turned vicious when her plan was foiled. She tried attacking Hinata even with so many officials around, but she was easily tackled by Naruto.

“Stay right where you are!!”

Soon, she was handcuffed and dragged away, but she kept hissing and cursing at Hinata.

“B*tches like you don’t deserve any love!! You f*cking wh*re!!!”

Hinata was aghast watching the complete switch in her personality. It was chilling to realise that someone who harboured ill intentions for her was kept close.

Her sight turned blurry as she stood rooted to her spot. Whether they were tears of relief or shock or exasperation, was anyone’s guess.

Naruto dealt with the police officials quickly before he went up to her. Wordlessly, he gathered her in his arms and hugged her tight.

“I don’t know why I am crying… I am not a crybaby…”, her words were muffled by his suit jacket.

“It’s okay… It’s okay to feel the way you do...I’m right here for you.”

But she shook her head and looked up at him. “How did you realise…”

Naruto explained his observation of Matsuri’s expression when Gaara came into the restaurant.

“It was somewhere between shock, awe and fanatical lunacy… And when he kept his attention solely on you, she looked vengeful… Both of you were too busy chatting to notice the stark change in her demeanour…”

“Oh…”, she pondered over the events. “So, that was why you stood close to me… Because of Matsuri… Not because you were jealous?”

Naruto sighed and lifted her face up to him. “I was jealous. Extremely so. But even in that moment your safety was my priority.”

Hinata looped both her arms around his neck. “Oh Naruto….About yesterday-“

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No… Let me say it… When you asked me about what you meant to me… I was unsure of how I could put my feelings into words… It might not be love yet, but you are so much more than a rebound… No, actually let me rephrase that… You are nothing like a rebound… I feel very very strongly for you…Honestly, I always keep thinking of you, my eyes keep looking for you... So much so that I’m afraid it might turn into an obsession.”

He smirked and leaned his forehead towards her. “Are you sure that’s not the after effects of the traumatic event talking?”

She grabbed him by his lapels and mockingly glared at him. “Don’t make fun of my feelings for you. I know what I want. Besides, I would hardly call this encounter traumatic. It was shocking and a little scary, but I can get past it. I’m stronger than you think.”

Naruto nodded and looked away from her gaze. “And you are sure you don’t mind that we have almost nothing in common… I mean, you could do much better than me.”

Hinata rolled her eyes at him, “You sure like doubting yourself for someone with so much pride and self respect.”

He just shrugged, “Just putting it out there… Fair warning… I am not easy to get rid off… So I just want to cover my bases…”

“That’s strange…”, she replied with a frown. “I was going to give you the same warning.”

“There’s one thing common between us then.”, he commented before asking. “Shall we seal the deal with a kiss?”

“Only a kiss??”

-

Over the next few days, Naruto and Hinata received several phone calls informing him about the development of the case against Matsuri. She had confessed to all accounts of threats and intention to harm but pleaded not guilty citing mental instability.

x

Note: Apologies for the very late entry. And also I would like to apologise to fans of Matsuri, she was portrayed negatively in this story, but I assure I have nothing against her! If anything, I like to feature her as Hinata’s friend in a lot of ny other stories.

[cloverhighfivewritestoo]

Pineapple and Pizza

In which Cas meets Dean at the office’s happy hour and they fall in love right off the bat. Now they’re trying to take this to the next (sexy) step… Trying being the operative word here.

Start at the beginning Chapter 4 of 8 - Stitched Up  👉 Read it on Ao3 w/c - 1.2k

Dean was slowly pacing up and down the emergency waiting room. 

Actually, Castiel was not in any danger. Dean had been allowed in the ambulance because Castiel said, ‘He’s my boyfriend’. Castiel barely noticed Dean freeze, eyes wide, his cheeks getting rosier. En route, Dean had watched as the paramedic cut down straight through Castiel’s jeans from the waist – a standard procedure to get clothes out of the way to work. Castiel saw Dean try but fail to avert his eyes when all of Castiel’s junk got exposed. But all Castiel wanted, was to know how bad the cut was. Yet he didn’t dare ask. He searched Dean’s face to see how he reacted to what he saw. ‘You’ll be fine, you’re in good hands’, Dean had said. The paramedic had confirmed the knife had missed the femoral artery. As Dean finally sat down, a nurse came to tell him he could go see Castiel now. Castiel was in a waiting room watching TV, a blue hospital gown thrown over his shirt, his bare legs crossed at the ankles. He had his socks and shoes on. Castiel looked up at the man coming in and smiled. “Dean!” Dean sat next to Castiel. “Hey buddy. Nice calves.” “Ha. Ha.” Dean asked, more seriously, “How’s your thigh?” “It’s a bit numb.” “Got a lot of stitches?” “Two, just because why not. I really panicked a lot for almost nothing.” Dean leaned in, kissed Castiel on the temple. “It’s OK.” Dean took Castiel’s hand in his. Castiel laced his fingers with Dean’s. The warmth of his hand was comforting. His whole presence was comforting. Dean stroked Castiel’s fingers. “So what now? Why are we still here?” “They gave me something for the pain. They want me to stay here half an hour in case… I don’t know. If something comes up.” “Hm, if something comes up…” Castiel caught Dean looking at his crotch. Castiel almost whispered. “You saw my, um… In the ambulance.” “Yep.” Castiel sighed. “That’s really not…” Dean cut him. “Hey, it’s OK. I know.” He squeezed Castiel’s hand. “Hey, I’ll show you mine soon enough. Promise.” He tugged at their hands a little. Castiel looked up at Dean. Dean winked and smiled softly. Castiel smiled. He brought their hands up and kissed Dean’s. “Besides, those thighs, I mean…” Dean let out a soft growl. Castiel’s tone was dead serious. “Please, Dean, not here.” “Yeah. Sorry.” Castiel smiled a little. “But thanks.” “Yeah.” Dean sat back, looking at the TV screen. It was a documentary on turtles. The male turtle was trying to copulate but he was having a hard time getting into position. After a moment, Castiel spoke again. “I have a problem. My jeans are in the trash, and my briefs too.” Dean looked down at Castiel’s crotch again. “Ohhh… Right.” “I can’t keep the gown, and I can’t legally leave here wearing only a shirt and shoes.” “Bummer.” “Dean.” “Alright, alright. Stores are still open, I’ll go and get you some pants and I’ll be right back.” “That is so kind. Thank you.” Dean cupped Castiel’s face as he kissed his cheek. “Damn man how do you smell good in a hospital?” Castiel chuckled. “No idea.” Dean got up. “OK, be right back. You stay here.” Castiel was shaking his head at Dean’s stupid joke as Dean left, chuckling. Dean was back soon enough. He took a pair of mock dress pants out of the bag and gave them to Castiel. “These are stretchy, comfy, and actually decent looking in spite of the elastic band. As much as I’d like to see you in something tighter, I think your stitches will thank me.” “That’s very thoughtful.” Castiel put the pants on. “Thanks Dean.” Dean nodded. “Fits you nice.” “And it’s soft. This is really comfortable. Feels like pj’s.” “Glad you like them. Are your 30 minutes done?” “Yes.” Back in the car, Castiel groaned loudly. “Smells so good! I’m so hungry!” He turned to look at the pizza box on the back seat. “How did you have time to get pizza?” Dean started the car. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He winked at Castiel. Castiel snorted and buckled up. Dean pulled out of the parking lot and turned to go home. Castiel settled in his seat. He blinked slowly, looking outside. Dean had a big smile on his face. “What’s so funny?” Dean’s smile turned mischievous. “You like the ride?” “Yeah. The rumble of the engine is kind of comforting.” He looked around the car. He sat straight up. “HEY.” “Here we go.” “You got your car!” “Took you long enough.” Castiel’s gears were running. Actually, they were grinding slowly. Actually… they were jammed. “I think the pain meds are stronger than I thought. I can’t figure this out.” “Maybe the two beers plus the meds isn’t helping.” Castiel slumped back in his seat. “No, no. It can’t be that complicated.” Castiel looked at the lampposts passing by. Dean asked, “And? Did you figure it out?” “Figured what out?” Dean patted Castiel’s knee and let his hand rest there. “Thank god you’re handsome.” Castiel smiled. He put his hand on Dean’s. He muttered to himself, with a soft smile, ‘He called me handsome.’ Back at Dean’s place, Castiel, supported by Dean, walked slowly but surely inside. He sat down – more fell down – in a chair at the dining table. Dean pointed out, “Man, you know you can’t drive your car back home tonight.” Castiel was so tired, he spoke slowly, pronouncing every word carefully. ”Dean, I understand seeing my penis might have given you ideas, but I need to sleep.” “Yeah I can see that.” “I am not even sure I can eat. But I am so hungry.” “Try and have a slice.” Dean got plates and put a slice in front of Castiel. Castiel poked his pizza. “All-dressed. I was half expecting Hawaiian.” He poked at it again. Dean chuckled. “Man, you’re so gone.” Castiel made a slow, imprecise gesture. “Pizza is good.” He took a bite. “Really good.” He chewed slowly on his pizza. He looked at Dean getting a slice. He got lost looking at this long neck of his, the line of his jaw, and he wanted to snuggle up with him more than anything. Dean stopped eating and looked at him. These eyes, so green, so – “I got those pineapple chunks in the fridge if you want some on your pizza.” Castiel swallowed. “What?” “Pineapple. For your pizza.” Castiel looked at his slice. “This is good just like this.” He sighed loudly. “And I am so sleepy.” Castiel lifted his pizza and tried to take another bite, running after his limp slice with his tongue. He saw Dean staring at him, eyes wide, his mouth slightly open. “What?” “Nothing.” Castiel caught the pizza and munched. He felt some sauce on his face and tried to lick it. The sauce was just smearing further away from his tongue. Dean got up. Castiel jumped a little. “What’s going on?” “Nothing. I gotta hit the can.” Castiel took a napkin and wiped his face. “M’kay.” Dean pushed his chair back and Castiel caught his sleeve. “Deaaaan.” “Yes, Cas?” Castiel brought Dean’s arm close, cuddling his face against the soft flannel. “I like you. Can I keep you?” Dean pressed a kiss on the top of Castiel’s head. “Yes, you can.” When Dean came back from the bathroom, there was no more Castiel.

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[kirishwima]

RFA + minor trio (or duo, if you don’t wanna do Vand.) with an foreign MC who always keeps at least 3 knives on them at all times. And knows how to handle guns. And is overall just badass

ooo im just imagining a badass Black Widow-esque MC lol, i love it! I love even more how there's no explanation as to how or why they know how to handle guns and knives, even better 😆

YOOSUNG:

* Baby boy is SPOOKED

* MC is so sweet, gentle and patient with him...he never once thought of them as anything less than an innocent angel

* Yet one night they're lounging around at his apartment, when there's a loud thud from the other room that startles them both

* Yoosung's scared, sure, but he tries to gulp down his fear, ready to protect MC if need be-that's what a good boyfriend should do afterall!

* Well...or not, seeing how MC is already up from the couch with a knfie in each hand-where did those even come from?! Already taking cautious steps towards the door the thud came from

* They kick the door open with their leg, brandishing their knives when they check the perimeter, realising it's just a box with trinkets that fell from the edge it sat on

* Yoosung has...a lot of questions

*But well, MC turns and looks at him with their usual sweet expression and he just swallows down any comments he had. Why ask what doesn't need to be answered?

* From now on he's always cowering behind MC when something spooks him, and threatens Zen or Seven with MC when they tease him

ZEN:

* He got a new role as the villain that shoots the hero at the final scene-the director asked him to use a real gun but without any bullets inside to 'make it more realistic', or so he said

* Well, Zen has never even held a gun before; no just because he rode a motorcycle doesnt mean he was some gangster that shot up banks, like Seven insists he must've

* So when he comes home baffled, flopping down on the couch besides MC, they of course ask him what's wrong, why he's frowning the way he did.

* When he explains what's wrong, MC shrugs. 'That's all? I can teach you' they say, and shoot up from the couch, leaving Zen to stare at their retreating figure with wide eyes.

* MC...would teach him how to use a gun? Sure they were really cool and he could tell they feared near next to nothing, but guns...?

* Well, he's even more baffled when MC comes out of their bedroom with a gun in each hand, twirling them around their fingers with practices ease

* 'Come on, get up' they say and not to the backdoor, 'we're going to learn how to shoot-without bullets though, because while I love you, I don't trust you with a loaded gun just yet' they add with a teasing smirk.

* Well, Zen follows along like a wobbly noodle, his hands shaking as MC hands him a pistol, guiding him through to the correct stance and hold of it. He has so, so many questions, but none of them come out, lodged in his throat like a fish bone.

* He can't say he hates this though-the way MC stands behind him, leaning one leg between his to bend his knees, how they wrap their hands around his forearms, snaking from behind his back as they hold the gun together, MC's voice breathy beside his ear.

* "Baby...be honest with me. Are you some secret foreign spy or something?"

* MC laughs, soft and devious and like music to Zen's ears.

* "That's for me to know and for you to find out" they say with a teasing wink, their accent thicker than usual, and oh boy-if Zen has a Beast inside him, then MC has a whole darn savage garden, and he's more than eager to unleash it.

JAEHEE:

* She notices bits and pieces of MC that puzzle her; their hyper-alertness to the tiniest sound, their stance-tall, proud, always ready to pounce like an alpha predator, how they'll hide Jaehee behind them at the slightest sign of danger; Jaehee figured MC was just a very cautious person, but realises soon enough that there must be something more than that happening.

* She finds out when, one day, a group of raggedy looking men come into their cafe, the one leading the pack wearing sunglasses and a cap as if to remain anonymous, speaking loudly in a different language Jaehee couldn't quite pin-point, but figured it mist be Slavic.

* She didn't pay any mind-MC was up front as the cashier today, and Jaehee was in the back preparing drinks, so she wouldn't be the one dealing with them. She did however flash the group a smile as their attention shifted to her, swiftly going back to her work.

* She heard them mutter something amongst themselves with a sly laugh, but again, she couldn't know what they were saying, so she kept her attention still on the espresso machine, watching the beans slowly get grounded into fine dust.

* Well, MC apparently more than understood what the men said-with a thud they tugged the leader-dude's shirt by the collar, bringng him inches away from their face, their mouth forming a vicious snarl as they said something to him in a low growly voice, and surprisingly, in the same language as the men spoke.

* MC let the man go with a final push away from the counter, taking pride in the way he stumbled back, his mouth agape; he immediatly nodded to his lackies who all run right behind him and straight out the door, much to Jaehee's shock.

* "MC...what just-"

"They commented on your body. I said that you're under my protection, so they shouldn't even look your way like that again." MC supplied, and with a shrug went back to their usual customer service smile.

* Jaehee didn't ask what 'under my protection' meant for MC-she was just secretly happy for her brave, badass partner.

JUMIN:

* He's very observant-and he can see crystal clear that there’s more to MC than meets the eye.

* He loves them-of course he does, and their mystique aura makes them all the more alluring to him, from the thick accent that rolls of their tongue, to their confident strut as they walk down the street, to the knives strapped on their thighs....

* Wait. Wait wait, KNIVES?!

* He notices them the first time when they’re walking downtown with MC, their bodyguards merely a few feet behind, when some crazed fangirl ran up to the couple, screaming incoherencies at Jumin’s face.

* The bodyguards were quick to act, running straight ahead and taking the fangirl away from the pair, but Jumin’s eyes are razor sharp; he didn’t miss the way MC’s hand calmly went to the slit of their flowy summer dress, dragging the hem a little higher, the flash of metal peeking off of their thigh tight on a garter.

* He doesn’t mention it straight away, but later on, at dinner, he calmly asks if MC is currently armed, and MC nonchalantly answers ‘Yea, always’, while taking a sip of their wine.

* He hums in agreement, nodding slow as he processes their reply. “What are you armed with?”

* MC smirks, leaning closer across the table, a cat-like curiosity in their gaze. “Knives, sometimes a gun, my dashing good looks-you name it and I probably have it on my person.”

* Jumin smiles. “I’m glad you take your safety this seriously my love. It makes me feel safe to know you can protect yourself if the need arises.”

* The conversation ends at that, the pair going back to their casual conversation...but not before Jumin takes a sip of his wine, eyes fluttering shut before they open again, piercing and staring right to MC with pupils blown wide.

* “I suppose I’ll have to carefully examine just what weapons it is you have on you. For your own safety, of course.”

* And well, MC ain’t about to say no to that lmao

SEVEN/SAEYOUNG:

* Hoo boy

* He’s already curious when his background check on MC brings back pretty much nothing, except their upbringing in a foreign country, and an overall normal-seeming facebook account.

* But Seven’s not satisfied. Nobody’s background is that clean. Nobody’s. So he digs more, more, more, yet still there’s nothing, and his curiosity is peaqued, his eyes narrowed as he looks to the cameras in Rika’s apartment, seeing MC nonchalantly lounge on the couch, playing on their phone.

* “I’ll find out just what it is you’re hiding” he vows, ignoring the flush of his cheeks as MC looks up to the camera with a cheeky smile, knowing exactly what it is they’re doing.

* He finds out just what it is that interested him so in MC when he dashes to the apartment, seeing MC struggle with a man who could only be the hacker, broken glass pieces at their feet from the broken window.

* He’s about to step in, tackle the man to the ground and protect MC-only he doesn’t have to. MC takes the man down in a swift movement, using their smaller frame to the man to sneak behind him and kick his shins, tumbling him down and stradling his chest to keep him in place, despite the glass chunks that are probably digging into the hacker’s back.

* More so, they pull up their skirt, bringing a knife up from the hilt, bringing it to the man’s throat with a warning growl.

* Seven...has no idea what he’s doing there, other than just staring at the two people in front of him, not until the security system’s activated and targets the hacker, who flees without so much as a word to Seven.

* “I uh. I see you had it all under control” he says with a stutter, his eyes wide. MC stands up, wiping gunk and blood off of their cheek as they turn to Seven with a grin. “Sure did, but I could always use some extra help” they tell him and oh boy. Oh fuck his life, Seven’s hooked around this person’s sharp, bloody little finger.

* He doesn’t want to scout them into his agency, because he doesn’t want this sort of life for MC-but he will ask for their assistance with missions sometimes, konwing they can more than take care of themselves when the need arises.

* Just a badass but also memey couple really lol

V/JIHYUN:

* After his first unsuccesful attempt to save MC from Rika, he’s worried how MC will fare until he comes to their rescue, if they’ll be hurt in their attempt to escape.

* Well...whatever he was expecting, he certaintly did not expect this.

* He didn’t expect to come back to the cult, only to find MC already roundhouse kicking a vial of elixir from Ray’s hands, kicking it into the ground and pummeling straight into Ray to bring him down before he could attack her, then moving straight to the rest of the Believers, fighting 4-on-1 with so much ease it looked almost like a scene out of a video game.

* V’s lost for a moment before MC turns to him, wiping sweat off their brow as he looks on in confusion. “What the hell are you doing?” they ask, grabbing his hand as they tug him along, “we have to go! Come on!”

* Seven’s skills were pretty much unecessary in their escape lmao, but he’s still glad he tagged along to help the pair escape.

* When in the safety of the faraway cabin, and without anyone having to actually take the elixir this time, V sits dumbfounded, looking to MC like they’re some sort of vicious god.

* “How-how did you do all of that? You just-” he remembers the ease they fought men twice their size off, how they even pulled a knife on one to intimidate him before he could so much as raise a finger to hurt V. “You’re so...strong” he decides, lost for words.

* MC shrugs. “I just do a lot of upper body exercises at the gym. And TRX. It’s good strength training.”

* Honestly....V’s route flows so much easier with this badass MC by his side lol. Rika doesn’t stand a chance to hurt anyone with MC here.

RAY/SAERAN/UNKNOWN:

* Their skills were not, in fact, why he chose MC as his tester. He didn’t even really know about any of their badassery, only that they grew up in a foreign country, and could speak multiple languages, which he found interesting, sure, but unecessary.

* He was thrilled at their kind nature, but also a little aprehensive. He knows no usual person would just up and walk into a van with a driver that blindfolded them to take them to an unkown location. What secrets could MC be hiding? He wanted nothing more than to find out.

* Well, he finds out soon enough. Or rather, Saeran does-when his agressiveness kicks in, when he tries to tackle MC to the ground and hold them in place, show them he’s superior...well, he doesn’t get the chance to.

* MC frowns at him as he tries to push them to the wall, taking his hand and holding it in a bruising-tight hold, swiftly moving behind him and bringing his hand to his back, the cracking sound of his shoulder alerting him he’s most certaintly going to feel that for the next few days.

* “You don’t get to touch me as you please” MC whispers in his ear before letting him go, seeing the way he stumbles a few steps ahead before regaining his balance.

* MC is still kind and tries to help him become the kind person they met in the begining of their arrival here, but won’t take Saeran’s shit under any circumstances. Instead they fight back tooth and nail, showing him all they got when he tries to push them around.

* This also makes escaping the cult with Saeran that much easier-they fight through hoards of Believers like they were paper-light, MC even grabbing a pistol off of one of them and firing scarily precise warning shots at just the right places to scare them all off.

* Welp, mark down Saeran as scared *and* horny lmao

VANDERWOOD:

* He met MC through their escape attempt with V and Seven, and hoo boy-HOO BOY.

* He sees their agility, their swift movements and the way they handle a knife like it was but an extension of their hand, and he’s head over heels in an instant.

* He keeps trying to scout them into the agency, promising them riches, but MC laughs at his offer with a roll of their eyes, refusing every time.

* Once, when he asks MC to join, they lean close to him, bringing a finger under his chin as they tilt his face to meet theirs. “Why don’t you join me instead?” they purr, and at that moment, Vanderwood is putty under their hands.

* He’d follow this badass person to the ends of the world, agency be damned.

* He does ask them to team up with him for some missions, secretly from the agency, and is pleased with the results, noting how quickly and efficiently the two work as a team.

* They’re literally the most badass couple in existence hoooly shit lol

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