#is the arm grab something they just did in their daily life together? because ew.

[laurapetrie]

The most in love woman in all Hollywood—Carole Lombard. Watch pictures of Clark and Carole together. Carole either clings lovingly to her husband’s arm or gazes adoringly into his eyes. She openly tell the world with her eyes, “I love this man. He is mine.” For the most in love [girl] we dare you to find any that surpasses Carole Lombard with her Clark. - Movie Mirror, May 1941

[nojey]

reminiscing (fans 2)

dreamwastaken x streamer!reader

genre: angst pronouns: they / them word count: 2.1k warning(s): failed relationship, cursing

fans (part 1)

synopsis: after taking 6 months off from social media, you finally explain to your fans why you took so long and why you needed it.

go live. *click*

you watched as your chat strolled in and viewer count go up. your computer screen illuminating your face in the dark room as your webcam caught the nervous look. you were shaking your leg up and down, a habit you caught whenever you tried to calm yourself down. 

“hi everyone, it’s been a while since my last stream, huh?” you dryly chuckled. “it’s been about.. 6 months since i last streamed and at this point i think i’ve taken enough time to correctly word how i’m going to tell everyone why i decided to take a break from streaming.” you said looking down at the ground and fiddling with your fingers.

“uh, donation notifications will be off for this stream and chat will be on emotes only because i really just want to focus on getting this out. but if you plan on donating, thank you so much, really, it means the world to me.” you said finally looking at your webcam and smiling a bit. you read a chat and answer, “yes, i’m doing okay. i just have a big announcement i want to say after i tell you guys why i took a break.”

you took a deep breath in and started. “ over a year ago, almost 2, i met this guy through a friend and we started talking. it was very little at the beginning but as little as it was, his texts always made me smile.” you scratched the back of your neck. “and as time went on, we started talking more and more and he just became part of my daily routine. when i woke up i’d see a good morning text from him, we’d spend most of our day being on the phone with each other, i was even on facetime with him most of my streams but i had an airpod under my headset so you couldn’t really see it, i almost always fell asleep on facetime with him. i really fell for this guy.” you fondly smiled, looking at your desk, where your phone used to be propped up and you would see clays face just looking at you.

“then we started streaming together. ‘omg he’s a streamer too’ yeah, and a lot of you probably know who i’m talking about at this point but i still won’t disclose who it is. i uh, got a lot of messages from you guys telling me that i looked super happy that stream and i was. i was always happy when i talked to him. but along with those messages i also got a lot of hate, telling me to stay away from him. it didn’t really bother me because i always get hate when i stream with my guy friends; i was used to it.” you said, taking a sip from your water then wiping the side of your eye as it teared up. 

“and today... i’ll be going on the dream smp! with the man himself, dream. dream, say hi now.” you introduced, you waited a few seconds but was only met with silence. you grabbed your phone and sent him a voice message, “clay! you’re on deafen! introduce yourself!” you screamed into your phone. dream then took himself off deafen and said. “hi (y/s/n)’s chat! i’m dream, i’ll be showing (y/n) around the smp today and we’re gonna get started on their house.” you smiled fondly when you heard him speak. “yeah! what dream said!” 

so you both logged into the dream smp, said hi to sapnap, and dream gave you a tour. you then started building your house in a forest, quite far from everyone else, “i don’t want anyone bothering you or ruining your house when you’re not on.” he explained. you told dream you wanted to build a cottage so if anyone does end up stumbling upon it, it looks welcoming to them. so dream started building your house for you even though you insisted you do it together. “dream! let me help, this is supposed to be my house.” you dragged. “well we can both decorate inside and make it our house.” you started blushing. “i guess..” you mumbled. you then started adventuring out to look for flowers and some things to decorate the house with.

you started placing flowers down into flower pots when you noticed something. “dream there’s only one bedroom.” you mentioned. he slowly turned around to look at you and quickly turned back and placed two beds next to each other. “this is our room, dumbass.”

later that night you checked your twitter dms and saw many people telling you to stop talking to dream and that you weren’t good enough to even know him. you sighed and powered down your phone.

“i think a few weeks after that he asked me if i could fly out to him and we’d meet in person. i was so excited i immediately started packing and i met him. it was amazing! i got to meet the guy i’ve been in love with for the past few months. i think it may have been a year already. but yeah, i finally got to meet him and being in his arms was the best feeling in the world, i felt so safe being with him.”

“it was the day after that, when he asked me on a date and i, of course, said yes. like who would say no to the person they fell in love with... so we went on a date and at the end of it we were just sitting on top of the hood of the car, eating dinner, watching the sunset and talking about a future we wanted together. and it may seem like we were moving fast but i knew 7 months into talking to him that he felt the same way about me. no matter if either of us disclosed it. i could tell and i knew he knew the same about me. then i went home and everything was perfect, i wasn’t his girlfriend yet though because we wanted to wait a bit.”

“that’s when everything went downhill, i think” you looked up to try to stop the tears from going down your face, but they fell anyways so you just let it be.

“we started streaming more and more and i started getting more hate than i usually got, this time getting death threats, people threatening to leak my address if i didn’t stop being friends with him. it was crazy but i was willing to endure it all for him. who cares what people on the internet are going to say to me? i really didn’t because i was happy enough with him that, that happiness overcame whatever type of hate i was getting.” tears kept falling from your eyes but you didn’t bother to wipe it, knowing it would just keep happening.

“dude you’re so annoying! you definitely cheated!” you screamed as you died. through your headset you could hear clay wheezing. “there was no way i was cheating!” he said through his laughs. “ask my chat, they saw the whole thing.” you breathed out, not wanting to believe him till a dono was sent to you, “yeah, (y/n) you just suck at this game,” you gasped, your jaw hanging then you started pouting. it was clipped and one of your viewers sent it to dream. he suddenly started laughing harder and you asked him why he was laughing, with a pout still on your face. “even your chat knows i didn’t cheat!” you started laughing too, till you read a message in the chat saying, “ew, their laugh is ugly. i don’t know why dream likes them.” you stopped laughing but kept a fake smile on your face.

“then he called me and he told me that he didn’t think we should be dating anymore, or even be friends. and i think it was because he saw the hate i was getting and he didn’t like that. he told me a different reason as to why he didn’t think we should date anymore but i didn’t believe it, but i let him go. because i was not going to force him to be with me if he really did mean it. “ you said, sniffling after so you didn’t sound too congested as you spoke.

after you hung up, you curled into a ball and cried. you cried, and cried, and cried. the feeling in your chest hurting more than you could ever imagine. you just lost the guy you wanted to marry, the guy you had spent over a year going to because of your problems, the guys you saw having kids with, the guy that made everything worth it. he was the only person on your mind as the pain in your chest grew. you tweeted and powered your phone off straight after. you didn’t want anyone messaging you asking what was wrong, knowing your friends they would do that. 

“so the reason i took a break from streaming was because of that. because i resented the people that sent me hate so much i couldn’t bring myself to stream. i didn’t resent them because they sent me hate. i resent them because the hate they sent me caused the guy i really wanted to be with to make me believe he didn’t love me like i love him.” now, you were sobbing, letting your cry’s out because you had been holding them in for too long. 

it had been a few months and you were on snapchat, seeing that you had a memory a year ago today, you checked it. “i think i literally met my soulmate.” with a picture of you and clay in a discord call. your breath got caught in your throat and your breathing became labored. your eyes started stinging as the tears started falling. it’s happening again, all the pain from the day you stopped talking to him came back and once again, you were crying into your hands and you couldn’t stop.

“i had always known that becoming a streamer i would get hate, but i never thought that i would get enough hate to prevent a relationship i really wanted to work. now all i do is reminisce of a guy i wish could be mine”

“streaming has brought me so many opportunities and i am so grateful for everything you guys have done for me, and for me to be able to do something i love and make money from it is insane to me. you guys have given me everything i ever wanted in life up until that point and i am so grateful and appreciative of that. you guys gave me friendships that i will never lose and never forget. so many of you have told me that i’ve saved you and changed your lives but trust me when i say you guys have saved me and changed my life too. i hope i repaid you back by making you smile, being your comfort streamer, and being a support system for each of you. but i think this is my end of the road. i fucking love streaming, i love you guys. but every time i click that “go live” button or even try to, all i think about is him and that’s too painful for me right now. maybe in the future i’ll find my way back here but i can’t promise that.”

“thank you guys, so, so, so, so, much for every single opportunity given to me, for everything. i love you all. my dms are still open. and this was (y/s/n), signing off for possibly the last time. goodbye everyone.”

end stream. *click*

a tear rolling down his face and falling onto his keyboard as he watched you finally say goodbye to your stream. it all just felt like you were saying your last goodbye to him again. 

for the last 6 months all clay could do was think about you and how he wished he just messaged you and told you he was sorry and didn’t mean what he said. that he misses you and he would quit streaming if that meant he could be with you. that all he wanted was to feel you in his arms again and just live out the future you two planned together. 

but if you just said goodbye to your chat for your last stream because you couldn’t stand the thought of him whenever you tried to stream. how could you ever forgive him?

the thought of never speaking to you hit him once more and again, he cried, sobbed, screamed, threw things, and even then, he knew.. you would never be coming back to him, with every fiber in his being, wishing you would.

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[azucanela]

pls some headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Shoto when the reader kisses them infront of everyone. Thank you :)

KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, SHINSOU HITSOHI TODOROKI SHOUTO

SUMMARY: in which you and the boys kiss in public, and now everyone is screaming. oh no.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNING: season three spoliers, insecurities, arguments,

A/N: i wanted to do scenarios bc this was too good ugh thank YOU for requesting this 

BAKUGO KATSUKI

lol so HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE

you two are already dating but you keep it on the down low because its Katsuki and he’s like ew people knowing i have feelings other than anger? ew ew ew

you’re fine with it, but if he thinks its bothering you he’ll talk to you about it and smother you with affection, but he’ll act like its nothing

wants to rub it in his faces that you are his girlfriend, yes, but also he doesn’t want the teasing that comes with it. he knows for a fact that all his friends would bully him because he is SOFT FOR YOUUU and he’s also just a generally private person

you respect this and like it’s fine woo yeah okay it’s nice being the only one that sees the side of him that’s all soft and cute and affectionate

i can’t really see the two of you slipping up unless it’s influenced by a lot of emotions

where do these emotions come from? you might ask

his kidnapping.

you were a mess, but it was lowkey, real lowkey. and unlike the others you do not support trying to save katsuki on their own, trusting the heroes to do their job is the way to go.

so you don’t go with them. the next time you see your lovely boyfriend is when he’s giving kirishima money

so naturally, consumed by all the fear and panic you felt while he was gone, you kiss him!

and he kisses you back and its really soft and oh-

what a shame the whOLE CLASS IS THERE 

everyone is really confused, but they’re happy because they think that the two of you finally addressed the clear tension between the two of you, all it took was a lil kidnapping

except then you pull apart, completely disregarding them, your hands on his face, “baby are you okay?”

you don’t call someone you haven’t kissed before baby

then it clicks for the rest of the class

SCREAMS.

so much yelling

oh god have fun with that one

the bakusquad is yelling at him for not telling him, the dekusquad is scolding you for not telling them, there’s just a lot of questionable things

katsuki will get SO FLUSTERED because this is not what we wanted

at least the attention was off of his kidnapping now

maybe that was your goal idk 👀

Katsuki really wished everyone would shut up about his kidnapping, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now, or ever if he was honest. So much had happened in the past few days and he was still struggling to process all of it, and the disgustingly warm welcome he’d received to the dorms wasn’t helping. It was gross. 

He’d shoved cash into Kirishima’s hand, rolling his eyes when he began to panic at the possibility that he’d taken it from Denki, shutting down the idea almost immediately.

And then he saw her.

Y/N was shoving past everyone and heading to him, and he couldn’t help the relief he felt when he saw her. Katsuki was grateful she hadn’t been involved in the little escape plan Deku had hatched out, but seeing her made him feel calmer than even as she practically tackled him, hands coming to his cheeks as she brought him into a kiss.

Their lips molded together perfectly, his hands coming to her sides and holding her like he’d never let go as her hands gripped his face rather harshly. It would have been the perfect moment, had the rest of his class not been there. 

Y/N seemed to disregard this as she pulled apart, eyes darting across his figure as his brows furrowed at her clear distress. “Calm down, idiot.” His cheeks are turning red as he realizes that everyone is staring, but he can’t help but focus his attention on her as he feels a wave of relaxation wash over him as she begins to run her hands all over him in search of injuries.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for caring about your wellbeing.” She grumbled, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso when her hands left his face. “Baby, you scared me.” His arms wrapped around her shoulders securely, as he rolled his eyes, though Katsuki wouldn’t deny he was appreciating all the attention she was giving him, he was beginning to feel embarrassed as he allowed her to hold onto him.

As if the kiss hadn’t been enough to astonish the rest of their class, the pet name simply amplified their shocked as they all cried out, “baby?” Kirishima had exchanged looks with Mina, who looked equally confused before returning their gaze to Katsuki, a look of betrayal evident on both their faces.

Stupid barbarians. “SHUT UP EXTRAS!” Katsuki exclaimed, holding Y/N tighter to his chest as his cheeks flushed red, he could hear her laugh against his chest. “Can’t a guy hug his girlfriend in peace.” 

“GIRLFRIEND?”

He was grateful for the subject change, though he didn’t appreciate the fact that his relationship had been exposed, until he looked back to Y/N, who beamed at him. 

If she was happy then it was fine he supposed. 

SHINSOU HITOSHI

welp

this one will probably have the funniest reaction

like

you did not just kiss him, in front of all these people, was that a joke?

i think he’s the only one you wouldn’t already be in a relationship with, purely because this is just 10x funnier

so ever since the two of you first started hanging, there have been people criticizing you for befriending him at all, because of his quirk, they just cannot believe that the Y/N L/N is hanging out with Shinsou Hitoshi

but also, ever since the two of you started hanging out, the bullying has lessened immensely, most because you threatened everyone it was really subtle, but they got the message

nobody screws with Y/N L/N

anyways, you two are probably hanging out again, and it’s been a while since you got one of those comments, which is the main reason this one sets you off.

“quit hanging out with that freak L/N, he’s gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.” 

shinsou was used to this, and your violent reactions, so he immediately brought a hand to your arm to ensure you didn’t commit a murder, shaking his head at you

you turn back to him, and you’re lowkey glaring at him before turning your piercing eyes back to the other guys

and without breaking eye contact with them, you grab Shinsou’s face, earning stares from everywhere in the cafeteria, and then kiss him

shinsou is shocked

shinsou.exe

you killed him.

he did not anticipate this um, you kinda caught him by surprise with this one, he genuinely did not think it was possible for you to feel this way for him

when you pull away, the kiss is almost like magic

you don’t mess with Y/N’s friends, much less their boyfriend

When Y/N beams up at Shinsou, he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous, he knows this, and he hates that he can’t prevent it. Shinsou is no fool, he knows Y/N L/N, a UA student that could potentially be a member of the Top Ten heroes in the future, would never like him. He wouldn’t be shocked if she befriended him entirely out of pity, given how students used to treat him prior to their unlikely friendship. She’d weaseled her way into his life, despite his attempts to avoid her, ignore her, and even tell her off, she’d stuck around. 

And yes, Shinsou had made the mistake of liking her. On days like this, he’d entertain the possibility that Y/N liked him back, because sometimes she hugged him for longer than average friends did, or maybe she’d press a kiss to his cheek, or even hold his hands.

That was probably just something best friends did.

“Hitoshi! Don’t you know what this means?” She exclaimed, hands finding their way onto his shoulders in the middle of the cafeteria.

Yes, she used his first name.

Shinsou rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself from getting flustered purely because her hands were on him, “Y/N it’s not a big deal, and besides-”

“We’re going to be in the same class!” Her hands move from his shoulders to around them as she pulls him into a hug, “I’m so proud of you.”

He’s shocked that she’s saying these things, and its clear she has more confidence in him than he does. Aizawa had offered him daily training to get him onto the same level as the other Class 1-A students, and he’d be joining them the next semester, assuming everything went well. “It’s no guarantee.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Shinsou felt Y/N swat his back as she pulled away slightly, much to his dismay, “you’re so talented! Of course, he’s gonna let you in.” 

She sounded so sure, and Shinsou felt his heart swell with pride. 

He moves to speak, only to be interrupted by a passerby, “L/N. Come on, quit hanging out with that freak.” Y/N recognized him, James, he’d bothered Shinsou before, and he’d tried to get Y/N to stop hanging out with Shinsou and been unsuccessful. “He’s just gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

Y/N pulls away slightly from Shinsou, her brows are furrowed as she moves to confront him, only for Shinsou to grab her arm, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

Turning to glare at the guy, Y/N scoffed, “is this because I rejected you?” 

“He asked you out?” Shinsou asked, but Y/N gave him a look that said they’d discuss it later. She could remember the day vividly, he’d asked shortly after she returned from hanging out with Shinsou, telling her she could do so much better, and so much better meant him. 

She disagreed. And now Y/N couldn’t help but feel bothered as their argument begins to draw attention from others within the cafeteria, she can see in the corner of her eye that Izuku has come to a stand. Though Iida is grasping his shoulder to try and prevent him from doing anything irrational, they all knew Y/N could stand on her own. 

James scoffed at her words, “you probably rejected me because he made you.” The implications were dark, the idea that Shinsou had forced Y/N to befriend him and reject James, though he’d never used his quirk on her and swore he never would. 

Shinsou found himself releasing Y/N’s arm, taking a step backwards as he sighed, only for her to grab his hand and yank him closer before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

She was kissing him.

Oh.

Shinsou’s mind empties as Y/N pulls away, turning back to James as she says, “my boyfriend doesn’t need to make me do anything.” And the boy practically stomps off in frustration, grumbling about Shinsou’s stupid quirk or something of that sort. Not that either of them are paying attention as Y/n brings a hand to the back of her neck awkwardly, searching her mind for an explanation.

“Boyfriend?” His voice is soft, small, and he knows there are other people in the cafeteria but he can’t bring himself to care about their stares. 

Y/N turns to him, and she feels her cheeks warm as she tries to avoid his eyes, “well. Only if you want to-”

“I want to.” Shinsou replies too quickly, his cheeks flushing.

Y/N nods, “cool.” 

“Cool.” 

Izuku can’t help but beam as he watches the interaction, hitting Iida’s arm repetitvely as as he exclaims, “does this mean I’ll be able to study his quirk more?”

Tsu just sighs, “this means we don’t have to listen to her pining anymore.” 

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS ONE

probably the most relaxed about it, not flustered at all, you tried thoughh

your relationship isn’t really a secret, it’s just that neither of you are that into PDA. 

there will be occasional cuddling on the common room couch of the dorms during movie night, but that’s seen as normal to the rest of Class 1-A. during dates, there will be hand holding, a kiss on the cheek, an arm around the shoulder, otherwise most of the intimacy is reserved for your rooms

this lack of PDA is why class 1-A was completely unaware that the two of you were dating, 

though you hadn’t tried to hide it, you also hadn’t made it entirely public, you also lowkey thought everyone knew.

mostly because it was so blatantly obvious that shoto was in love with you, but the entire class thought he was unaware of his own feelings and you were just oblivious 

oh how wrong they were

you come into class one day and you see shoto and you’re just like lol hi babe and you kiss him, he kisses back, LIKE IT IS THE MOST NORMAL THING

he’s temporarily caught off guard because like i said you two don’t really do PDA, but he digs it, 10/10 would kiss you again in front of everyone, mostly because after all of the CHAOS that this kiss causes, the other boys in the class stop blatantly flirting with you

speaking of chaos

the class erupts into PURE CHAOS

so much yelling and screaming, they are so confused, have fun explaining that one

shoto is equally confused as to why they are confused and you’re just laughing because you knew this would mess with their heads. he ends up getting a little flustered by all the sudden attention the two of you are getting, but maintains his apathetic attitude.

Shoto places his bag beside his desk before pulling his things out one by one to place them onto the desk along with the small cup of coffee. Shoto wasn’t really the coffee type himself, he preferred tea, Y/N on the other hand had an obsession if he was honest. Of course, he enabled this obsession, he liked being the one to bring a smile onto her face. 

Yeah, he was whipped.

He could tell when Y/N entered the room because the atmosphere seemed to change entirely, she seemed to brighten everyone’s mood despite how early it was. Greeting their other classmates, she began to move towards him, seeing that he was holding a cup of coffee, Y/N raised a brow. “You drink coffee now?” She asked as she placed her things down. 

Shaking his head, Shoto extended the hand with the cup of coffee towards him, “it’s for you.” He explained, small smile on his face.

The rest of their classmates watched the interaction, Kirishima punching Kaminari’s arm as he exclaimed, “so manly!”

Bakugou scoffed from beside the both of them, “if he was really manly then maybe he’d actually ask her out.” Crossing his arms, he averts his eyes from the two, finding the class’s obsession with their relationship a tad ridiculous. Though everyone seemed to be at least slightly invested in the potential outcome at this point. 

“Whatever, Bakugo.” Mina says, “L/N has the prettiest boy in class wrapped around her finger- ugh! I want someone to love me like that.” She places her head in her hand, brows furrowing as she stares at the two. Y/N is smiling widely at Shoto, who returns her smile with one of his own. 

And then Y/N kisses him. As though this is an everyday thing. 

Mina practically jumps out her seat, and though Bakugo would never admit it, his mouth gaped open in shock as she cried out, “did you two just kiss?!”

Shoto’s cheeks are red as they pull away, though his face remains apathetic as he looks to the ground and Y/N replies, “can I not kiss my boyfriend?” She tilts her head in confusion, laughing slightly at the outburst and the clear shock in everyone’s faces. 

“Boyfriend?” Hagaruke cried out. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Y/N’s brows furrows as she looks to the rest of the astonished class, “did you guys seriously not know? I thought we were obvious, I literally call him by his first name-”

“We thought that was because you two were madly in love with each other but neither could confess!” Momo exclaimed suddenly, her cheeks flaming red at her outburst as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

Mina simply nods in agreement, “exactly! But now he’s buying you coffee and-”

Shoto shakes his head in confusion, “I often buy her coffee, normally she finishes it before we get to class.” He looks to Y/N, a small frown on her face, “today she woke up too late for me to walk her to school so I couldn’t give it to her then-”

“You’re so manly, Todoroki!” Kirishima exclaims, though Shoto simply looks at him in confusion as he removes his hand from Y/N’s waist. 

Shrugging, he takes a seat at his desk and Y/N speaks once more, “I just don’t understand how you guys didn’t know.” Standing beside him as he organizes his things while seated, Y/N runs a hand through his hair, and Shoto’s cheeks seemed to redden once more.

“You guys aren’t normally so touchy!” Uraraka has joined the conversation, shock clear in her features. 

Shoto nods in agreement,  “your behavior today is abnormal, Y/N.”

Now Y/N can feel her cheeks warm as she removes her hand and takes a seat t her desk, “you guys are weird.”

Izuku simply sighs, deflating almost as he watches the interaction and leans over towards Iida, “now I owe Kacchan money.” 

[helpistolethesecharacters]

Hot Chocolate and Chill

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Word Count: 1644

This is pure fluff you guys! Thank you so much to the person who requested this, I need more fluff in my life and this is working toward that!

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Y/n was certain he had never been more excited before. He couldn't stop himself from literally bouncing up and down as he made his way out of his last class of the day and toward his locker.

His friends just rolled their eyes and got out of the way. Y/n thought about feeling bad or trying to calm down, but then he would remember all over again that it was tonight.

He had been counting down all week to the time that he would be able to spend uninterrupted time with his boyfriend.

Peter had invited him for a sleepover after classes Friday, which, when he had suggested it on Monday had seemed like an eternity away.

But it was Friday and he had just been released from his last class. Nothing was going to stop him from being alone with Peter, and Y/n couldn't be happier.

He slammed the things he wouldn't need that weekend into his locker, slung his bag over one shoulder and took off in search of Peter, totally blanking on the need to close and lock his locker.

In the back of his mind he registered the long suffering sighs of his friends, but he was on a mission. There was no time to calm down, he had a boyfriend to track down.

It didn't take long, as he was still standing by his own locker talking to Ned. Y/n didn't stop to think, he just bounced over and launched himself at Peter.

Peter stumbled back a step as Y/n collided with him, but managed to keep them both standing. Y/n silently thanked the spider that had bitten Peter for the results as he none too subtly appreciated the muscles holding him up.

"Hi Y/n," came the resigned sigh from Peter's friend Ned.

"Yes, Tis I, The Amazing Y/n, come to light up your lives."

Okay, so he was feeling a little extra right now, sue him.

"You may now revel."

Peter and Ned lost it, which was the end of holding Y/n up. He pouted from his new spot beside Peter and waited for the two to stop laughing at him.

His pout gave way to the dopey grin that usually crept up on his face whenever he was looking at Peter for longer than a second. There was just something about his adorable dork of a boyfriend that made Y/n feel like he was floating.

Y/n subtly snuck his hand into Peter's while he waited for the other two to say their goodbyes. Luckily Peter was used to Y/n's actions and didn't startle even when he decided to hang over his shoulder.

"That's so gay!"

'Ugh, this guy,' thought Y/n as he turned to face Flash.

"You know, that isn't even an insult. We are in fact gay. Or I am at any rate, Pete's pan, right?"

Peter just nodded from beside Y/n.

Flash looked nonplussed.

"What? So you admit it, you really are gay? Ew!"

"You sure are stupid for someone who's supposed to be smart. That's like me saying, 'Oh, my God! You're such a person!'"

Y/n even affected an over the top pose to add to his effect.

"Ew, you're a person! That's so gross!"

Flash just looked confused at this point, which to be fair, that was a common response to people who weren't used to being near Y/n's particular brand of crazy, but still.

Y/n was going to go ahead and call that one a win. He and Peter turned away and ignored the bully.

Peter just looked at Y/n in shock as he heard Flash sputtering and stomping off behind them.

"That was amazing! I have to remember that for next time!"

Y/n grinned at his boyfriend, eternally grateful to which ever deity it was that had paired him up with someone who wasn't put off by his over the top personality like others had been.

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May was watching from her place by the table in their kitchenette, bemused as Peter straightened one of the pillows on the couch for the tenth time in the last two minutes. He had been quietly freaking out for the better part of an hour now, and that was only the time he had been out in the main living areas. She was sure he had been freaking out in his room for much longer.

"I'm pretty sure he won't hold it against you if the pillow isn't in the exact right spot when he gets here."

May immediately regretted speaking when Peter's head shot up and he stared at her with the widest eyes possible. Oh, this was more than just normal anxiety. This was much more important than normal to him.

May unfolded herself and made her way over to her nephew.

"It's going to go just fine, you two are so happy together, I can't imagine anything causing a single night together to go wrong."

She held Peter close to her for as long as he would allow. He was growing up more and more every day, and didn't let her comfort him near as much as he used to, so she was going to savor this for as long as possible.

May felt Peter melt into the hug and was glad that at least she could still provide a little support, even if she couldn't fight every dragon for him anymore.

The door bell rang, startling them out of their hug, and Peter managed to trip over twice in his rush to get to the door as fast as possible.

May just shook her head at the thought of ever being so young and clearly in love.

She took her place by the table again after greeting Y/n. She had a cup of tea and a book calling her name.

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Y/n looked around the living area of Peter's apartment, why he didn't know. It wasn't like it was his first time there after all, he had visited lots of times before. This time felt different for some reason though.

"Did you want something to drink?"

'Poor Peter,' Y/n thought, 'He looks just as nervous as I felt earlier.'

"I brought snacks and the makings for hot chocolate for our movie marathon. I can set up here while you sort out the drinks? Or are we watching in your room?"

Y/n handed over the bag that had the drink things in it and was pointed to the couch.

"Thank goodness you didn't have to patrol tonight. Are you sure it's okay to take the whole night off?"

"Yeah, I got someone to cover for me."

Y/n nodded and set about organising the snacks.

It didn't take them long to get settled with the assortment of snacks on the coffee table in front of them, their drinks close by and a movie playing on the TV.

It was a little awkward with neither of them wanting to step over any boundaries, especially with Peter's aunt sitting up at the table, but some time during the first movie they managed to relax enough to lean against each other.

By the time that the second movie was half finished Y/n was laying with his head on Peter's lap, no longer paying any attention to the movie because Peter was giving him the most amazing head massage and running his hands through Y/n's hair.

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May made her way into the lounge area on her way out for her shift, but stopped at the sight that met her.

Peter and Y/n were curled up together on the couch fast asleep. She melted and tried not to coo too hard as she fished out her phone.

This called for proof, whether to blackmail or embarrass was still up for grabs.

As she closed the door and locked it from the outside, May was once again thankful that Peter wasn't the type to take advantage of being alone with someone he liked, so she didn't have to worry about them getting up to things they might not be ready for.

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Bonus Scene

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Mrs Rodrigez had been walking back from her daily walk down to the corner shop. She would never let on, but half the reason she made the time to come down each day was to see the sweet young man who always insisted on helping her cross the street.

She was surprised, and a little suspicious of the person who approached her that particular evening at the cross walk. Whoever they were, they were not her 'friendly neighbourhood spiderman' as he always insisted he was.

This man was wearing what appeared to be hardened red leather in an all over suit. He was also a lot older than her normal escort judging by his height and broad shoulders.

He had a very bad homemade cosplay mask of spiderman over what looked like another mask.

The man (she assumed) got close enough for her to read the words scrawled hastily across his chest in a messy hand.

'Spiderman! No really!'

Mrs Rodrigez fixed the man with a steely stare. She was 78, and like all older ladies, carried a large handbag that was filled with mostly useless junk that was just begging to be swung at him if he pulled anything she didn't like.

He had already gotten higher on her 'list' by pretending to be the younger vigilante. He was on thin ice as far as she was concerned.

"Hi! I can't help but notice that you are a helpless little old lady possibly in need of assistance across the street!"

The man offered her an arm, but was met with that steely stare being upped to an outright glare as she pulled him in close enough by that very same arm, to be nose to nose.

"If you've done anything to that sweet young man they will never find your body!"

[omiscurls]

night sky - atsumu miya x reader

the volleyball player you're gonna be falling for today: miya atsumu

word count: 3900

summary quote: "See, Angel Eyes, there are some things that cannot be whispered, some feelings too strong to be degraded to the level of being silent."

and lets go!

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"You were very endearing while you were half asleep, you know that?" he laughed, touching your nose with the tip of his cold finger. Your body shook, freezing a bit when the train door opened, and the icey night air flooded the inside. The girls' school uniform, mostly the skirt, surely wasn't designed for such weather conditions as the november nights provided.

"What time is it?" you just asked, still sleepy from the nap you took on his shoulder.  

"Six thirty" he laughed quietly, putting you head back where it was previously resting. You didn't mind at all, after all, he was comfortable. "We're getting off in eight minutes, so try not to sleep" You nodded slightly, watching the city landscape change in a matter of seconds just outside the dirty window in front of you. The raindrops were creating lively patterns on the glass, changing every now and then due to the blowing wind. Kobee's lights were already on, because, as it was november, six thirty was already a mid-night hour. You looked around the smelly train, noticing only few people left, as the route was already coming towards it's last stop. You noticed two people you knew from school, going home as well, altough it seemed they were not riding together, as they both listened to music with headphones in.  

You growled, pouting, when it was finally time to leave the warm train and walk four blocks home. At least you got your boyfriend with you, because walking alone in such darkness would definitely scare you, though you would never say that to his face, no, that would boost his ego too much. You smiled unconsciously as he took your hand into his, as if he was worried you'll get lost.

You followed him out of the train and into the station. You lowkey enjoyed the blue light of the the screens, showing which train will arrive next, the people rushing in every possible direction, as Kobee was a huge city, some of them waiting with their suitcases, coffee mugs in their hands, and some just going home with their backpacks, talking on the phone or listening to music. The shops on the main station were already closing down, but you two managed to get to McDonald's and order large fries, which Miya payed for, then insisting for you to eat them, because "he's suddenly not hungry anymore".

It stopped raining, when you finally got out of the train station, and walked into the cold night. He took your hand once more when you finished the fries.

"Ew, yer fingers are all greasy. Omi-kun would've freaked." he joked, glancing at you. You turned red, snapping away from his grip.

"Don't hold them, then, dumbass" you adjusted the scarf on your neck so it covered your cheeks. Like a stubborn kid, he got the hand out of your pocket and intertwined your fingers once more.

"Nah, you're gonna get cold if I don't, and we can't have that, can we, Angel Eyes?" you blushed once more at the nickname, facing away from him, so he doesn't get to satisfied with the impression he caused. All of the sudden he appeared in front of you, smiling widely.

"What's that, Angel Eyes, does the new nickname fluster ya in some kind of way?" You looked at him with pure irritation in your eyes, as he pulled you into a slight hug. "Hey, yer shoulders are shaking, are you cold?" suddenly he didn't sound like a douchebag, but concern took the place of confidence. You stayed silent, really hating to agree, but before you could disagree, he took of his jacket and put it on your shoulders. "Wait" he added, realizing one mistake, he made and took the jacket back for a second, grabbing your schoolbag and piled the strap on the one of his bag, resting it on his arm.

"That's heavy, give it back" you said, trying to reach for his shoulder, as he was way taller.

"Hell no, what sorta boyfriend would that make me?" he grinned, catching your wrist as you were halfway through to reaching your bag, already standing on your toes. "Aaand another point for Miya for blocking that!" he yelled, immitating the TV sport's commentator.

"You're not a blocker, though" you giggled, getting back to a comfortable, standing position.

"Aww, my Angel Eyes remembers what possition I play in? Well don't you deserve the best girlfriend award"

"Only because you never shut up about being the prettiest setter in Japan. And even that opinion is biased" he gasped dramatically, putting a hand over his forehead, as if he were about to faint.

"Well excuse me, I have to win a bet with an old friend of mine from a little village next to Tokyo. AND YOU COULD SUPPORT ME IN DOING SO, YOU KNOW" he pouted way too loud. You just rolled your eyes.

"And hey, I know you always watch me from the first row, I have eyes."

"I watch Osamu"

"Now THAT hurted" he looked at you with theatrical heartbreak in his sight. "You know what, you're walking alone for that" he added, leaving you there, next to the station, disappearing into the night. You laughed, at first, knowing that he still has your bag and has to come back, but then you shivered, feeling the cold wind against your bare skin, and remembered that he wanted to give you his jacket. You knew he was probably around the corner, waiting to scare you as you were walking around in search for him, so you decided to look.

But the longer you kept going back and forth around the fifteen metre distance he could possibly walk, there was no sight of him anywhere.

"Cool, Miya, now would you please get out? Or else I'm walking home!" you shouted, hoping that would get him to come out of his hiding spot, but you received no response. You held your arms against your chest to keep warm.

You heard footsteps behind you, and turned around, relieved, actually, that he'd came back.

"Finally, you dumba-" you didn't finish your sentence, noticing the person behind you wasn't Atsumu.

"What're you doing out here, freezing alone?" you heard the boy in front of you ask, but you were too distracted by his sudden appearance to respond.

You knew that boy, you knew him damn well, he was one of your closest friends, growing up, but then moved, because his father worked for the army and have to reposition every few years.

"Sato-kun? What're you doing here?" you asked in shock, looking at the boy you had seen for the last time around 4 years before, now standing in front of you, all grown up, so much, in fact, that you barely recognized him.

"Hello to you too, honey" he smiled, hugging you. You felt slightly uncomfortable, not liking to be touched by strangers, but then you remembered he wasn't a stranger. He was a guy that knew you to the bone since diapers.

But also the guy who then promised to keep in touch and disappeared from your life completely.

"Now would you mind explaining what're you doing here alone?"

"Oh, uhm, I am actually not-" you tried to explain, tilting your head around, searching for that idiot, Atsumu, but again, he was nowhere to be found.

"You do seem alone, though. Who would leave you here?" he said with a polite smile, but even so started to get on your nerves. You were not some pretty doll to be LEFT somewhere, what if you were just waiting for someone to show up?

"Well, it's a long story" you replied, but he insisted on keeping the conversation going.

"Mind telling me over a walk home? I do know where you live, obviously." You were still in too much shock to turn him down, mixed feelings flowing in and out of your head.

"Sato-kun, I am really interested in knowing your side of how the last 4 years have passed, but I am really with somebody right now" you answered, but noticed something else got his attention, like he was looking just above your shoulder.

You suddenly felt arms tie around your neck in an embrace, and felt someone bending over to match your level. The cologne you smelled was so iconic you'd recognize it from a mile away.

That idiot finally came back.

"Hi there, buddy!" he smiled politely, resting his chin on your shoulder. Considering the height difference, that must've been really uncomfortable, but what wouldn't Atsumu Miya do for a good first impression.

"Hi!" Sato responded, also smiling, but now less vividly than he did a while ago. "Who're you to lean over her like that?" he added, and the sound of possesiveness in his voice freaked you out. He wasn't in a position to say that, he left you here for four whole years.

"Oh I?" you boyfriend broke the embrace in order to straighten up and walk over to your childhood friend. It was safe to say he was at least fifteen centimetres taller. "Miya Atsumu" he said with such fake sweetness in his voice, that you couldn't help but smile a bit. "And do you mind explaining who you're to tell me I can't hug my girlfriend?" he scratched the back of his head, smiling from ear to ear, looking absolutely adorable, except from the fact that you and Sato were both scared to death. The taller boy reached out to Sato, wanting to shake his hand.

"Miya? Are you the spiker or the setter?" he asked, gripping Miya's hand. "See my brother plays volleyball and I think they've played against you on-"

Atsumu didn't let him finish. First he turned his head back to look at you with a pitiful expression in his eyes, then back to the boy.

"Did he now? I think I would've remembered seeing a face just as annoying as yours on the other side of the net" he laughed, patting his shoulder in a true "big brother" style. "I appreciate the recognition, I really do, but I have many people knowing my name on a daily basis, you know. Let's talk about you, instead!"

You were slightly freaked out by Atsumu's sudden sarcasm and bitterness, as you weren't used to seeing him... jelous? Is that how you'd describe it? He was a very confident person so he never got insecure about your relationship. He knew how crazy about him you really were, even if you tried to hide it as much as you could. You also knew about his affection to irritating people, but it was all jokes and nothing serious most of the time, and even if it was, he always managed to be lowkey and funny about it, but now it seemed as if he was dense and really pissed.

Did he have a bad day? Did you fail to ask him? Countless quesitons ran through your head, but you couldn't seem to recall anything like that. After all, what brought you two together was the fact that you always seemed to know what was happening in his head, even when he tried to hide it as much as possible.

"Sato Yakeru" he said, deadly glaring at Atsumu. "But why do you want to know, Miya-kun?" the boy put his hands on his hips, trying to gain back his confidence. "Are you really that insecure about the fact I took three minutes of you girl's precious time?"

This was not the Sato you remembered. That one was a sweet, sure, confident, but still sweet boy who always walked you to your house when you finished your classes, helped you with chemistry and played with your little sister when she interrupted your study dates. He always listened to all your problems, been there through all the ups and the downs and stood up for you whenever you needed that.

But now you've realized, he was always like that. He was always such a chauvinist, wanting to be the prince charming, wanting to rescue you out of any opression there was, but then you didn't mind, you didn't even notice, because you were percisely the little scared girl he wanted. And now that that's changed, he was suddenly irritating. Miya glanced back at you, concerned when he noticed you weariness. He looked Sato up and down with hatred in his eyes. Now, that's a look you hadn't seen in a very long time.

"Now, now" he laughed with pity. "Don't get too full of yourself there, little one" he said reffering to the fact that he was significantly taller than the boy "It takes a lot more than just a pipsqueak like you to make me loose my composure"

He came back to you taking both your cold hands into his.

"Was that boy bothering you, Angel Eyes? Do you know him?" you looked him deep in the eyes only to find him trying to mask his obvious irritation by acting calmly. You hesitated before answering, not wanting to deteriorate his mood even more.

"That's actually my childhood friend, 'Tsumu. I was just suprised to find out he was back in town"

He nodded, facing away from you, as if he was trying to calm down for real before letting you look into him again.

"What, didn't she tell you about me? Aw, that sucks, man" Sato laughed under his breath.

"What was that, munchkin? Couldn't hear ya." he smirked, proud of the childish insult. Once, you hear Osamu say that Atsumu's mental age decreases for about five years when he plays. Well, it decreases for seven when he gets angry. "Alright, honey, take the jacket now, you're trembling" Miya added much calmer, putting the fabric on your shoulders and adjusting it a bit so it covers the front of your body as well. You loved how big it was on you, you could literally fit your arm twice in those long sleeves of his. "Anything in particular ya want to do, or should we just head home?

You raised an eyebrow, not sure what he was getting at. You already agreed to go to your place and just chill, since it was friday, why was he asking now? And then, looking at the mixed expression painted across his face, you realized, he tried to show the other boy how different than him he truly is. You couldn't help but laugh.

How childish.

"Let's go, I'm getting tired" you responded, standing up on your toes, trying to match his eye level, knowing how much he adored that.

"Aight, we'll be going then. Pleased to meet ya, Sato-kun. Hope I'll never get the opportunity to speak to your annoying little face again." When you two walked passed the boy, he patted his shoulder. You heard giggling behind you.

"Fine then, short stuff,  if you want to go somewhere and catch up this weekend, call me!" Yakeru shouted, already going his own way.

You froze upon hearing the nickname you've been called by him so many times in the past, and suddenly tears formed in your eyes, coming along with the memories you forgot you had.

"She won't!" Miya yelled back, putting his arm around your shoulder. You instinctly rested your head against his body.

Silence fell upon you two, nobody wanted to start the conversation, and to be honest, you already moved on from that little, ridiculous fight, and were now dwelling in your own thoughts, remembering all the happy times with Sato, back when you were kids and life was simpler.

"Short stuff, really? Out of all nicknames?" Atsumu finally said, out of nowhere, faking laughter. "It's the lack of creativity for me"

You didn't respond, barely even hearing him speak.

"I mean, it was obvious the guy was all pure vanilla and no flavour, but still, pathethic." he went on "And the nerve of this dude! Would ya believe? Who is he now, your prince charming coming to the rescue? Since when?" Atsumu started to get really worked up over something he should pay exactly zero shits to, but you chose not to interrupt him, afraid your voice will break, which was highly likely, judging from the tears, still present in your eyes. "Hey, Angel Eyes, shouldn't ya be telling me to shut up by now?"

He suddenly stopped walking, lifting your cheek with his finger, and noticed the little wet mark going across your cheek. Now quiet and worried, he wiped of it off, turning you around to be facing him directly.

"What's up?" he just asked, not knowing how to react. You were always the one to calm him down, not the other way around.

"Nothing's up, can we keep walking? I feel bad about you freezing without your jacket, I'll make you tea"

"I'm counting on that, but first stop with the bullshit and tell me" never once had he even sworn around you, so you guessed that he was still angry, even though he was being kind of supportive.

"It's just that... Oh, it's stupid. Forget it." You started walking again, causing him to have to run up to you.

"It's not stupid, come on. Was that guy bad memories?" he frowned, walking backwards to keep eye contact with you. You didn't respond.

"Or was it me? Did I overreact? Are you mad?" damn, you really didn't think you could shake him this much just by not reacting to what he was saying. You had trouble remembering when was the last time he ask if it was him that made you upset.

"No, nothing like that." you finally decided he'll blow up if you kept on staying silent. "That pathethic nickname you're so stressed about, it just brought up the version of him I'd much rather remember, instead of this <I'm a nice guy> piece of crap I've witnessed today."

Shock came across his face, hearing you get upset like that. He stayed silent for a while, going back to walking by your side, and not in front of you.

"So, uhm... is that why I never heard of him?" he asked quietly, it was almost a whisper. You glanced at him and noticed he was looking away, probably hiding how much it must've costed him to skip his pride and ask that. You took his hand in a reassurring gesture, finding that his fingers were pressed hard against the inside of the hand, so hard his knuckles were probably white by now. It took you a bit to untangle that, but he finally let you hold his hand, still not looking.

"No. I was just trying to forget that guy." your level of voice matched his, giving the conversation an intimate vibe.

"Why?"

"Well, he was my best friend all my life, but then moved away and cut me off, even though he promised never to do that" you kept staring at the pavement, holding back the wave of emotions.

"Was he always such a prick?" you giggled, hearing the noticeable accent on the word "prick". Miya looked at you and smiled as well. "What, does the word <prick> amuse ya? What're ya, five?"

You kept laughing even louder.

"What? What did I say?" he broke into laughter watching your eyes light up, but a clueless expression still decorated his face.

"Remind me why do I love you again, you brat?" you mumbled between bursts of uncontrollable giggling.

Something suddenly held you back from walking. You turned back to see Atsumu, staying still, pure shock in his eyes, red colouring his cheeks. He kept glaring at you as if you just came back from the dead.

"What is it?" you asked, holding back the amusement, still smiling widely.

"You... do?"

For a short while you didn't understand what he was reffering to, but when you finally got it, it shocked you as well.

Did you really just...? Was it really the first time? You knew that for so long it felt as if you'd already said it a thousand times before.

"Oh god, sorry, sorry, forget I said anything" you apologized, remembering his fear of commitment. You broke the grasp and started walking fast, but heard a loud "no wait!" behind you.

Miya managed to catch up with you and put both his hands on your shoulders.

"Wait, just... do you really...?" what, couldn't he say it? Didn't he feel the same way? Why would he be with you for so long if he didn't? Were you just a playtoy? Really, you wouldn't be suprised, judging by the stereotypes going around about him, but you really hoped you guys were different than that.

"I'm sorry if that's a bother to you" you said, tears forming in the corners of your eyes again. You heard him laugh almost histerically.

"God no, it's not, Angel Eyes, how could you think that?" he lifted your chin to look you in the eyes, but you faced away. He shook his head in disbelief, pulling you into a tight hug. You suddenly felt at home, burying your face into his t-shirt, smelling the cologne you so liked.

You didn't want that moment to end. Whatever he had to say, you were now sure it wasn't positive and you didn't want to think of him any different than right then and there: as you precious little saltshaker of a boyfriend who was unbearable to be around for most of the time, but you still adored every single word that came out of his mouth and loved him alltogether so much it hurted your brain to process it.

He probably felt his shirt becoming wet, though, because he leaned over just a bit, to be able to whisper something in your ear. You clenched your fists, waiting for the inevitable.

"Well if that's the case... then that makes all my previous possesiveness out of place, doesn't it?"

You didn't say anything back, not really knowing how, but you were sure, that in an embrace as tight as that one he surely felt your heart jumping out of your chest even more every growing second.

"Hey, Angel Eyes" he then said, pulling away from the hug, and smiling upon seeing your hands still squeezing his shirt, from how much you didn't want to let go. "Relax, I just want to look into those eyes. Also, I don't want to whisper, that's sorta out of character for me, right? See, Angel Eyes, there are some things that just cannot be whispered, some feelings too strong to be degraded to the level of being silent. So I wanted to use my full voice to say — and it's not an easy thing to say, because, ya see, not only did I fall for you, but I am in fact, still falling! And that feeling creeps me out every single day. I guess that's why I was so afraid to tell you this. But I got it now."

He cleared his throat, looked you in the eyes, and put your hair behind your ear, which caused you to shake, due to his fingers being extremly cold.

"I love you to the point where no words are enough."

[sigyn-obsessed]

The Perfect Gift (Loki x Sigyn)

“Is it worrisome that the boys haven’t exhibited any abilities yet?” Muttered Sigyn as she laid back in bed, an old spell book rested on her lap. She was wearing a simple blush nightgown that fell over her shoulders. She sighed as she rubbed her forehead. The boys were almost five now, and neither had shown any signs of abilities. Fenrir and Hel had shown signs as early as two.

“They’ll display their abilities when they’re ready. Everyone’s different.” Loki laid in bed next to her, a hand running through her hair. They had moved to Vanaheim after Thanos’ defeat. Thor had continued to live in New Asgard, while Loki desired somewhere familiar. He remembered how beautiful Vanaheim was, especially in the winter when bright snow was covering the ground. They had lived there for a while, when the boys were babies, in a cabin Sigyn lived in when she was younger with her mother and sisters.

The cabin was much smaller than anything Loki had lived in, but the palace had always been a shallow home. There was never any love around the palace. They all kept to themselves. All Loki remembered was the times he was yelled at or scolded by Odin, the snide remarks echoing off the gold walls. When he made it to the cabin in Vanaheim, it felt like home. Sigyn’s sisters lived nearby, and the village was full of accepting and loving people. They didn’t have royalty. While some still slipped and referred to him as Prince Loki, he was known in town as simply, Loki. People weren’t afraid of him or scared of what he had done. He was known as Sigyn’s husband.

He helped those around town with spells. There were a few children in town who had exhibited magic, so Loki came and taught them necessary spells and ways to control their magic. Sigyn had created a luscious garden behind their house, and often gave out some of the veggies and fruits they grew to neighbors. For once in Loki’s life, he finally felt accepted.

Now they had two five-year-old boys and a six-month-old baby named Ragna, born after Thanos’ defeat. Her named symbolized so much. Loki was surprised that he had survived Ragnarok, and she was a little reminder of how strong he and Sigyn were. They survived what they shouldn’t have. Of course, they both had scars. Loki continually had issues with his neck, and there was still a thick purple scar on his neck from Thanos’ grip. He had deep red scars across his body from Thanos’ torture. Sigyn had small cuts on the side of her face, and a few dark marks on her back.

They had survived though. Which brought them back to the topic at hand, raising their children. That was their main concern now. All the children Loki had trained had all exhibited powers by the time they were three. The boys were five, and still nothing had happened. Sigyn’s worrying mind went straight to the bad, that something was wrong with them or that Odin had cursed them to live a mortal life just to punish Loki and Sigyn.

“I didn’t exhibit full powers until I was almost six. Just because the other kids are doesn’t mean the boys are behind. They’re just not ready yet.” Loki mumbled as Sigyn laid against him, his hand still stroking her curly blonde hair. It wasn’t often that they could lay together and talk like this. “Sooner or later it will happen. Nothing is wrong.” Sigyn nodded and closed her eyes, hoping her anxiety would cease in the morning.

It wasn’t until about a week later that a ‘magical incident’, as Sigyn liked to call it, happened. Loki was sitting on the floor, bouncing their little girl as she smiled and giggled. Sigyn would do anything to be able to stop time and keep him this happy. Keep him this joyful of life and their kids. He hadn’t been having nightmares as often. The boys could tell when it happened though. The candles in the kitchen would often wake them up, and both Sigyn and Loki could hear the small pitter patter of their feet as they would stand in the doorway, usually asking if daddy was okay. It broke Sigyn’s heart, but she knew that simple favors like the boys asking if he was alright showed Loki all the support he had. Since Ragna was born, the nightmares had happened only about twice, since both were too exhausted most times to even think.

Sigyn stood in the kitchen, admiring Loki playing with Ragna. She was just beginning to crawl, which they both remembered as a hectic time with the boys. The boys were running outside. Vali had brought a picture book out to read under his favorite tree, while Narvi was most likely searching for snakes, Sigyn’s least favorite of his past times. Suddenly the door flew open.

“Mommy, daddy look look!” Yelled Vali as she ran inside, grabbing his mom’s hand, pulling her outside. Loki leapt up, following behind with Ragna held tightly in his arms. Both had no clue what was happening until they look at the measly garden they had planted when the boys were babies. The colorful flowers had died a few years ago, after a rather harsh winter on Vanaheim.

They couldn’t believe their eyes. The once dead flowers were brightly in bloom, ranging from reds to blues to yellows. There were roses and daisies and tulips. It was magnificent.

“Who did this?” Mumbled Sigyn as she held onto Loki’s arm. The boys stayed silent, Narvi looking down and Vali fidgeting with his hands.

“No one’s in trouble.” Sigyn took Ragna from his arms, as he knelt on the boys’ level. “Whoever did this is extremely talented, and we’re extremely proud.” The boys nodded as Narvi spoke up.

“I’ve been working on this for a while. When I touch the flowers, they get better.” Narvi looked up at Loki, a smile on his chubby little face. In that moment, he looked like a mini version of Loki as a child, straight black hair and a pale face. The only exception was his bright blue eyes. Loki would have loved to be able to talk to his father the way Narvi did, without fear.

“Vali and I worked on it. Each flower means something.” Narvi explained, excited. “It has everyone’s favorite colors. I hope you like it. Vali told me what these colors mean. Mommy likes pink, so there’s pink daisies right there, and they represent compassion. Mommy always accepts my apologies when I bring snakes in.”

Sigyn smiled as she ruffled his hair, walking through the garden, bouncing Ragna who was trying to grab onto every flower in sight. Narvi was giving them a tour.

“These are lilacs, and they’re purple for Ragna. They represent peace. When she sleeps, she’s peaceful and looks cute. The green bushes represent daddy, because he only wears green.” Loki scowled.

“I wear more than green.” He mumbled. Sigyn shook her head and patted him on the back, holding onto his bicep. He was wearing a green tunic, which Narvi was true about. He only wore green. Narvi had him beat there.

“There’s blue for Vali, and represents wisdom, and I think Vali is really smart. Lastly, yellow represents me because its positive and I’m a ball of sunshine.” Sigyn smiled as she led the boys into the house, tousling their hair. They couldn’t have been prouder. They sat the boys down in the living room.

“Why didn’t you tell us when you started to exhibit powers? That can be scary to do alone.” Questioned Sigyn, sitting next to them.

“We weren’t scared. I have earth powers, and Vali has more of daddy’s powers.” Sigyn and Loki stopped. Loki’s powers? That could be anything, illusions, shapeshifting, teleportation.

“What powers exactly?” Asked Loki, kneeling in front of the boys. Sigyn stared intently at Vali, giving what some Midgardians called ‘the look.’

“Cloning.” He said quietly. Sigyn and Loki looked at each other in shock. Cloning had taken Loki years to master. Had his son taught himself to clone by the age of five? If so, these boys would be much more magically skilled than Loki or Sigyn.

“I would make it look like Narvi was running around and I was reading so you wouldn’t worry why we were working on the garden. So, it could stay a surprise.” While Sigyn was still shocked how the boys were so talented without proper education. Sigyn felt pride swelling inside her.

“While that is extremely scary, and you should not do that. I am still proud of you. Your magic is extremely amazing and magnificent. Mommy and daddy are extremely proud of you.” The boys looked over at both their parents before launching themselves into hugs. Ragna had been put to bed. Sigyn and Loki grabbed the boys and hugged them tightly. The boys pulled back and ran to their rooms in delight. Sigyn and Loki stood up together, her holding onto his shoulder as she noticed the small tears in his eyes.

She turned to him, wiping the tears from his cheeks. She knew the feeling he was having. It was a good feeling. A feeling of giving your kids what you didn’t have. Loving parents, helping and caring for you, rather than scolding you or bullying you. They had everything Loki never had, and he was proud.

“You are truly the best father.” She whispered to him, holding him closely, kissing his cheek. She felt him shake, crying into her hair as she rubbed his back. “You make me so happy daily. You have given me such beautiful children and I love you so much.” He pulled her into a kiss, holding her to his chest. She gently held his face, her hands slowly making way to his hair. Suddenly they heard a yell.

“Ew stop. That’s gross.” Muttered Narvi as he walked to the kitchen, Vali trailing behind. They were both shaking their heads. Loki chuckled as he rolled his eyes. Sigyn had to hide her face in Loki’s chest because she was crying laughing.

“Get over here.” Sigyn grabbed the boys, tickling them. Loki stood, watching the scene before him. His boys laughing, Sigyn smiling and happy. Loki realized that finally, he was given a happy ending.

[marvels-writings]

Phoenix and the Stars (5)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | 

Carol Danvers Masterlist

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A/N: due to popular demand this is back earlier than i expected. 

“Let me help,” Carol said, ignoring her needs and quickly rushing to help you with a small smile on her face. 

She quickly ran upstairs and got the warmest clothes she could find, which included one of your shirts, her hoodie, your fleece pajamas and fuzzy socks. She wore a similar attire, and quickly headed back downstairs to find you staring into the fire with the blanket huddled around your shoulders. 

“I’m so sorry about all of this.” You apologized softly, turning to Carol and shrugging the blanket off, exposing your body to the cold air of the cabin. 

“It’s not your fault,” Carol replied, kneeling down in front of you and helping you pull the shirt over your head, staring at your body the entire time in awe. “So stop apologizing.” 

You opened your mouth to say something again, Carol got impatient and put her hand on top of your mouth, effectively shutting you up. You stayed like that for a second as Carol tried to help you get into your pajamas, but then you licked her hand. 

“Ew, seriously?” Carol whined, pulling her hand away as you grinned like an idiot, Carol tried to be angry but a grin quickly took over her face. “I thought you were an adult.” She wiped the drool on your thigh, you blushed at the action but caught Carol blushing too and smirked. 

You bent down slightly, gasping at the pain before pulling the pajamas onto your hips, tying the strings and then letting Carol help you into her hoodie. It was way to oversized, you lifted your arms to the best of your ability. 

“This isn’t my hoodie.” You stated, looking up at her and pouting. Carol laughed and jokingly pulled the hood on, you pulled on the  hoodie strings, turning yourself into a garden gnome. 

“I’ll get our things.” Carol stated after helping you sit on the couch, giving you your phone to keep you occupied before running upstairs and packing everything up. 

You started browsing pinterest, extremely bored, thankfully the burn wasn’t bleeding anymore and it wasn’t even an open wound, it just hurt like hell. You continued scrolling, mindlessly listening to Carol run around upstairs trying to get everything together. 

Carol quickly got her room sorted, even made her bed and leaving it in the exact same state she found it before heading into your room. Your room was much messier than hers, but it was still fairly neat. Carol walked around finding your duffel bag and putting your clothes into it. 

Then she walked around, picking through the drawers and finding your personal belongings and putting them into the small backpack you had brought along with you. Carol found a few uninteresting things, a speaker, headphones, a camera for some reason, some sketches of random things and doodles on flashcards thrown about. 

While looking for a place to put the flashcards, she found a small diary of yours, she opened the front cover to find some random funny notes telling the person to put it back, she laughed a little and flipped through the next few pages. Until she found a few days before today, she scanned the page for her name and found Stargirl instead. 

How very typical of you, Carol knew it wasn’t the best idea to go through your personal diary but you had to be more careful with it. Carol thought of it as revenge for all the pranks you played on her in the small cabin and continued reading. Just the usual daily activities the two of you had done, but then she saw the word ‘beautiful’ in close proximity with Stargirl. 

Carol quickly skimmed the page, she saw a small sketch of her with stars around her head, she smiled at the picture and read the caption below it. 

‘Beautiful stargirl I’m forced to live with, it’s much better than I thought.’ Carol blushed and grinned, ‘she’s much better than I thought’ was crossed out, Carol chuckled and decided not to look further but one sentence caught her eye. 

‘I definitely don’t have a chance though, she’s a literal goddess for christ’s sake, thus the name stargirl, I’m just me.’ 

Carol frowned but also blushed, she grabbed a pen from the side table and quickly scribbled out ‘just me’ and put in ‘I’m her phoenix.’ she grinned and put it in your bag, then bringing both of them downstairs to where you were browsing your phone. 

“You got everything right?” You verified, putting your phone in your pajama pocket and attempting to get up, only to flop back down on the couch out of exhaustion. 

“You can go through it on the plane.” Carol answered, slinging all of the bags over her shoulders. “I’ll come back for you in a second y/n/n.” Carol stated, smirking at your blush when she used your nickname. 

You groaned at your inability to do anything by yourself and saw the fire die as Carol returned, a bit chirpier than before. 

“I can carry you if you want.” Carol offered, you shook your head no and Carol understood. “Stubborn phoenix.” Carol muttered and bent down. 

You winked at her jokingly and wrapped your arm around her shoulders, Carol wrapped one hand around your waist, cautious of your wound and pulled you up. She cautiously helped you hobble out of the small cabin, you kicked the door shut behind you but lost your balance. 

You tumbled forward, Carol caught you by your waist and used the momentum to propel you backward into her arms and scooped one arm under your knee quickly and picked you up. You glared at her but didn’t protest, instead crossed your arms over your chest. 

“That cabin was a mini hell hole but I’m gonna miss it.” You whispered, looking at the cabin as Carol carried you. 

Carol gave a small mhmm, too overwhelmed with how relaxed you felt in her arms. You were so warm, Carol pulled you closer to her chest slightly, ready to protect you if anything surprising happened again. Though, she still couldn’t stop thinking. 

If you liked her, why hadn’t you done anything yet, was she just blind? And if you did like her, she definitely likes you back, you were bright, stubborn, clever and funny as hell. She could see herself spending more time with you and she couldn’t wait. 

But then again, she barely had time to eat most of the time let alone a relationship. The only reason she had been eating recently was because of you, the cooking and the fact that you didn’t eat unless she ate with you. It was adorable. 

“Earth to Carol.” You shouted, snapping your fingers in front of Carol’s face weakly as the two of you entered the jet. 

“Yeah?” Carol asked, setting you down on one of the benches in the jet carefully. She pulled over a large box from nearby and sat on it. “What’s up?”

“Nothing actually,” You confessed, Carol laughed and reached over to hold your hand, hesitating at the last second and deciding not to. “Just rather not have you space out the entire flight.”

“Then I won’t.” Carol joked, taking in a deep breath and taking your hand, looking away and pretending as if it was nothing. You smiled at the gesture, a light blush on your face as you intertwined your fingers together, stroking her knuckles gently. 

“Hey did you get the vinyl for Technicolour Beat?” You asked, it was your favorite vinyl there. 

“That’s called stealing y/n/n.” Carol answered, squeezing your hand lightly as the plane took off. 

“Yeah but it was just like ‘our song’ you know?” You joked, resting your head back and looking at the boring ceiling before glancing back at Carol, watching her features relax slightly in your presence. 

You gingerly took your phone out of your pocket, ignoring Carol’s hazel eyes staring at you in confusion and switched on Spotify, letting the song play through the ship. You smiled and let your phone rest on your lap. 

“Honestly I think this is one of my favorites now.” Carol confessed, shifting so she could rest her back against another box while still holding your hand. 

“Yay I got stargirl to listen to something except 80’s rock.” You joked, Carol sent a spark in your hand jokingly, you smirked but glared at her. 

“I mean it does have good memories attached to it.” Carol said softly, watching the scenery fade away from outside as the plane went into the sky, the pillar of smoke still visible. 

“True.” You replied sleepily, turning your head to the side, falling asleep out of exhaustion. Carol smiled at you softly, trying to take her hand out of your grip so you could sleep, you squeezed tighter and she stopped trying. 

Instead, she leaned back on the boxes and watched you sleep, listening to the music play in the background. 

‘And I feel life for the very first time. 

Love in my arms and the sun in my eyes’

The lyrics meant so much more now.

| Part 6 |

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[lovemesomesurveys]

[created by: vyvyan86]

What is the thing that makes you take a survey? I just need a good set of random questions. <<< Yeah. If the first few questions grab my interest enough and it looks like I haven’t taken it before or at least not recently then I’ll want to take it. I also like them to be at least 20 questions.

Have you ever had an alcoholic beverage? Yeah, several.

Do you ever feel like you just HAVE to sing out loud? If it’s one of my favorite songs then I likely will sing along.

Have you ever watched RuPaul's Drag Race? If yes, what makes it enjoyable? I haven’t.

Do you own a TV? If so, what do you watch on it? Yes. I watch several TV shows. I also watch various shows and movies through streaming services on it.

Do you have Netflix/ViaPlay/other similar online channel? I have Netflix and several other streaming services.

Have you ever watched Nostalgia Critic or Nostalgia Chick? Nope.

What is the strangest type of candy you have eaten? I’ve tried some of those gross Jelly Belly flavors like grass and dog food. Blechhhhh. 

What would be your most ideal profession? I don’t know. :/

What kind of rides do you enjoy the most at amusement parks? A lot of the rides at Disneyland. 

Have you tried those coloring books for adults? I have several of those.

What is a topic you definitely don't want to talk about with anyone? I avoid politics and controversial topics.

Someone is about to take your picture. How do you react? Like ew, no, and put up my hand.

Do you frequent any "funny pictures" site? If so, which one? No, I just come across memes on Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter, and Pinterest. 

"In touch with nature". How do you interpret that phrase? Someone who enjoys doing outdoorsy things. Definitely not me.

Do you wash your dishes by hand or do you have a dishwasher? We rinse them off first and then run them through the dishwasher.

Which scent of fabric softener do you like the best? I use the one with the Snuggle bear on the front. <<< 

Do you ever get a chance to stay home alone? If not, why not? Yeah, sometimes, for like a few hours. It’s just how my family’s schedules are. 

Are you/have you ever been engaged? If not, would you like to be one day? I’ve never been engaged. I don’t see it happening for me.

Are you/have you ever been married? If not, would you like to be one day? Nope. I don’t see that happening.

What makes a person ugly? A shitty personality more than anything.

What is the craziest hairstyle and color you've had? Red was the “craziest” I’ve ever done. It was a bold move for me when I did it for the first time, but it became very normal and now I can’t picture myself not having red hair.

What was the last book you read? I’m reading, “Autumn’s Rage” by Mary Stone.

Is there a book that you are currently reading? ^^^

Do you prefer an actual book or ebooks? Why? I’ve been doing majority of my reading, apart from the Bible studies I’ve participated in, via the Kindle app. I have access to countless amounts of books and it’s just a lot more convenient for me.

What was your first gaming console? Original Nintendo.

Do you have any siblings? If so, how close are you? I have two brothers. My younger brother and I are really close.

Is there something you're eagerly waiting for? What is it? No.

Do you/have you ever belonged to an organization? If so, which one? I was a Girl Scout.

What is something you're very passionate about? I haven’t felt passionate in a long time. :/

Is there something you'd like to change about yourself? I’d like to change a lot of things.

Have you ever had a sunburn? Where on your body was it? Yes. Most often it was my shoulders and arms, but I’ve been sunburned on my nose and cheeks. My hands, too. 

Do you have or would you like to have a tattoo? If so, where? I don’t have any, but I’ve wanted one for several years. I just don’t see myself ever actually getting one.

What are you studying or what was the last thing you studied? I majored in and got my BA in psych.

What was the last present you gave someone? I got my brother a Wandavision shirt for his birthday a couple weeks ago because it’s one of his favorite shows at the moment.

Do you enjoy plays? If so, what was the latest one you saw? I last saw The Phantom of the Opera a few years ago. Can you hear your neighbors through the walls? We can sometimes hear if they shut a door or drawer loudly in their bathroom or the shower. We live in a duplex, so we’re connected.

Have you ever had something custom made? Yes.

Have you ever had a serious injury? I’d say the one that made me a paraplegic was pretty serious.

What was the last thing you achieved? Graduating college, I guess. I just have a hard time seeing even that as an achievement cause I feel like I’ve completely wasted it. I haven’t done a damn thing since graduating 6 years ago and I don’t even want to pursue psychology anymore, the field I got the BA in. I have no idea what I want to do. :/

What is something you would like to achieve at some point in your life? Getting my shit together and doing something with my life.

Would you enjoy being famous? Nooo, absolutely not.

Which country would you least like to visit? Hmm. Do you collect anything? Giraffe stuffed animals and knicknacks, things from some of the other interests I have like Baby Yoda stuff, and key chains. 

What's under your bed? Nothing.

What is something you've been meaning to get done but haven't yet? Get my shit together. :/

Do you enjoy travelling? Yes.

Do you listen to entire discographies of bands or just a few songs? Sometimes, but a lot of the time I check out a few songs. Or I’ll skim through the album. 

What's the last thing you've made with your hands? Hmm. I don’t recall.

On a daily basis, do you prefer to go by car or by bicycle? Why? Car, definitely. I don’t ride a bike and don’t want to walk anywhere.

Do you know your ancestry? I’ve been really wanting to do one of those ancestry tests, like 23 and Me or something.

Which hair color would you never want to have? I’m fine with just having my red hair.

Have you ever belonged to a club? If so, what was it? I was in clubs in school. I was especially active in the psych club I was a member of and then a board member of in community college.

What has been the most beautiful place you've visited? A few beach and mountainous places in California.

What is something that makes you sad? I’m a sad, sleepy, sensitive soul as I like to say.

Do you like hats? Yeah.

What shape was the last funnily shaped cloud you saw? I don’t recall. I haven’t done any cloud watching in a very long time.

What is your most prized possession? All my things, really. I have a hard time parting with and getting rid of things.

A famous chef is going to cook for you. Who is it and what do they cook? Hm. I don’t know who, someone who can make me boneless wings like Wingstop, ha.

[stealinghero]

Hi! How about some angst with jigen?

Uhm…. well…. it IS angsty… it IS Jigen…. it’s not nice. I held it as “harmless” as I could, but still want to warn my readers that the following is NOT a cute little story. it’s not quite 18+, but at least 16+. Please remember that while reading at your own risk: (Warning for blood and a few sausages)

It had been a great day so far. Warm, for late autumn, and dry. So why didn’t he said he would accompany his s/o to the super market? Why had he simply nodded and had taken the bags from before to go ahead and prepare something to eat?

And why the fuck was he now watching the screen helplessly, his hands balled into fists.

“So, if you want your little birdie here back? You better come out and play, Jigen. I’ll tell you the place and time later. Let me have some fun first.” The video came to an end.

“Any clues?” Lupin looked at him, uneasy and kind of prepared if Jigen should explode in a fit of rage.

“I know this voice. It’s old, I can’t pinpont it,” the gunman sat down and stared at the black screen, seething with rage but unable to vent it.

“It sounded like a warehouse or empty factory. Something big,” Lupin thought and began to watch the video again.

“If you play it one more time, I’m going to strangle you.”

“Okay.” And the screen stayed black.

 “Did you already remember me? Or are you getting old, Jigen? Losing your teeth already, tiger? Let me show you my work so far.”

In the darkness of a warehouse a figure had been hung from above by their wrists. The camera zoomed in on a puddle of blood under this figure, wearing his s/o’s shoes.

“I take it, you do remember me now. I wonder what kind of gift I should prepare for our reunion?”

His fingers turned white as Jigen clawed into the cushions of the couch he was sitting on.

“Maybe a leg? No, don’t worry. It’s you I want.”

He growled at the screen.

“Tomorrow night, ten after midnight, you already know where, right? In this dirty city there is just one place I would love to meet you at. Be punctual. And leave your friends at home. Or I will begin with their bodies, one by one, making you watch.”

The screen went black with the end of the video.

“Who is he?”

Letting out the breath he had held in and leaning back Jigen scratched his beard.

“A ghost of the past, I take it. Where is the meeting place?” Goemon watched his friend and his growing anxiety.

“Doesn’t matter.” The gunman got up and took his hat. “It doesn’t concern you.”

Lupin blocked his path. “We are coming with you, concerning or not. The victim is one of our friends and I hate it if someone hurts my friends.”

Strong hands, wrapped around his collar, lifted him a few inches from the floor.

“You will NOT come.”

Lupin nodded, eyes filled with something that someone could call fear. After being released and pushed away by his friend, he coughed and rubbed his throat where the collar had chafed it.

A quick glance at Goemon had the samurai nodding, just in the same moment Jigen slammed the door.

 “Okay, we have a warehouse. Did you see the little cloud of fog when panning to the wrists?”

Goemon nodded, already aware what kind of warehouse they were looking for.

“Maybe this?” he suggested and pointed out an abandoned meat factory on the map Lupin had spread across the table. “If the cooling system still works, they will need access to electricity.”

“I never knew you were this smart. Okay, who was this guy talking?” The two had watched the videos over and over in order to find any clues to rescue their friend, but it was hard to find anything. A man did the talking but was never shown. The camera only showed Jigen’s s/o, unmoving, covered in a shadow.

“If Jigen reacts like this, it is serious,” Goemon thought loud and looked at the thief. “He never attacked you like this before.”

“He attacks me on a daily basis, Goemon.”

“Verbal, yes. With a gun, yes. But did he ever touch you like this?”

Lupin let out a sigh.

“No,” he admitted, remembering the feral glow in Jigen’s eyes when he had lifted him from the floor. He knew about the past of his friend. A mercenary, a skilled gunman. But these were the eyes of a cold-blooded killer – and Lupin had problems in bringing those eyes together with the laughing Jigen.

“Let’s go and look around at this factory. There we will find moreclues, I suppose.”

“Let me make some calls before.” Lupin raised and took his phone.

“Are you calling the Inspector?”

“I don’t like it myself, Goemon. But depending on what’s happening, I would like to have the police behind my back. Jigen said so himself, it’s someone old. And that can just mean one thing.”

“The mafia?”

“Before that. He ran with a bunch of strange people back then. If I remember right they all were quite disturbed. A kidnapper, a… ew.”

Goemon looked at the thief who had grown pale. “Ew?”

“Remember what the guy said? He wondered if he should prepare a leg as a gift.”

Goemon nodded, waiting patiently what conclusion brought Lupin to react like that.

“I remember this group clearly. A psychotic arsonist, one of the worst sort, he was killed by Jigen years ago. A woman, pretty little thing, was in this group too. I think she had a knack for abducting rich kids and releasing them for quite high sums.”

The samurai raised his hand, impatient. “This is not relevant.”

“The woman was thrown into jail and I think she died there a few years ago. But there was our actor here. A really strange guy. He was the reason I didn’t talk with Jigen before all this, even if he had caught my eye.”

“Could you please hurry?!”

“Right! Hurry!!” With these words, Lupin grabbed his jacket and raced to the door. “Come!! We don’t have time if I’m correct!”

 And again, this time was the fifth. If nothing happened now, he would be satisfied.

With calm fingers, his whole body shaking because of the cold in his mind, he put the bullets in the round chamber.

When he had come here, the building was abandoned once more. Nothing left to give him clues where the bastard had taken his s/o now. Only the puddle of blood reminded him of his own failure. If he had been there. If he had been the one shopping for the last ingredients. If…

Jigen let out a sigh. This game of mind wouldn’t bring him to any reasonable end. And it wouldn’t save his s/o. He had to do this himself.

Standing up he looked around calmly, lifting his loyal Magnum.

The index finger first on the side of the trigger, the end joint slightly on the trigger, no strength in the said finger.

Focus on the target, the index finger slides on the trigger up to the second phalanx, any more will just obstruct pulling without hesitation.

A bit of strength is enough to pull the trigger. The secret is in the recoil, wandering through the arm. When the wrist is pulled upwards, release the index finger, put it back on the side of the trigger.

The left hand catches the gun, loads another bullet into the barrel, the whole left hand, the outside edge, is used to cock the hammer while moving towards the body, flowing back away from the body and bring the gun down again, while the index finger slips back on the trigger. Give it a go.

The hole the bullet left was slightly bigger than he had anticipated but he had calculated the reaction of his victim exactly.

A silver line flashing in the darkness of the old warehouse told him everything he needed to know.

“I thought I told you to stay put,” Jigen mused while refilling the lost bullet in the chamber.

“And I told you they’re my friend, too!” Lupin touched his slightly singed hairs where Jigen’s bullet had missed him by a few millimetres.

Goemon cleared his throat.

“Sorry, Goe, our friend.”

“I don’t need your help.”

 Half an hour later the three thieves were on their way through the maze of abandoned warehouses, empty shells of left to rot factories and even two rusting cars.

“The second on the left.” Jigen had been silent the whole time, going ahead, his comrades following him in a distance.

Lupin eyed the warehouse. “That’s nasty.”

Goemon nodded. After Lupin had told him the whole story on their way to Jigen, even the stoic samurai had needed a few deep breaths to calm himself down. And now they were in the middle of a dead district, standing before a warehouse called “Mikey’s gourmet supplies”.

“His humor always was a bit off.”

“A bit off?! We are talking about…,” Lupin was cut off by a gesture from Jigen.

In the dim light before them two people were fighting. One was bound, getting dragged along, trying to fight or to escape. The other was a small man, thin and with almost spindly build. The whole situation could have been comical to look at, if the man hadn’t had a butcher’s cleaver in his hand.

Slowly, the three crept closer as soon as the man vanished into the building.

“Any plan of attack?” Lupin had the courtesy to ask Jigen before sharing his own plan.

“I’ll go inside, you stay here.”

Not amused with his answer, Lupin gave Jigen a nudge.

“We’ll find a way inside to help you if things get nasty!”

“Are you really that stupid? He won’t be alone,” Jigen shot back.

“It’s almost the agreed time, Gentlemen. Jigen, you go, we will be there if you’ll need us.”

Goemon seldom used his stern voice while discussing plans, shutting the two others up.

“Good luck, partner.”

Jigen went without another word.

 “The great Jigen Daisuke… welcome to my little private show.”

“Where are they?”

“Oh, not so fast, Jigen. I thought we could catch up on the old times. You’ve grown so much.”

“Where are they?!”

A switch was operated and the lights turned on, revealing both the kidnapper and Jigen’s s/o.

“What a lovely sight. Pure terror on your face suits you, Daisuke.”

He had to fight the urge to run to his bleeding s/o, not sure if they were still breathing. He knew what would happen then, so he stood still in his place, begging his s/o in his thoughts to move, to give him a sign that there was still life in them.

“They’re unconscious. For now. Behave and they will survive this. Sit down.”

Looking around, Jigen found the table he had dreaded and followed the command.

“First round. Appetizer.”

He rose from the chair as the plate was set down in front of him, but strong hands pushed him back down. Two different pairs of hands, he acknowledged in an afterthought.

“Don’t worry, they are not from your lovely little birdie. I had enough to do in the last months.”

Of course. The killing spree held this city in its claws for almost 6 months now. He had read about it in the newspaper. And still he had left his s/o’s side… what an idiot he was.

“Eat up.”

Without batting an eyelash, he took the first little sausage and ate it.

“Good boy!” The kidnapper reached to the plate and took himself one of the sausages to eat.

“You see, I’m behaving. Why don’t you let them go?”

“Your little bird? Nah, that would be too dangerous for me, you see? Because I know who you are, Daisuke. I know how many people you’ve killed so far. And I’m not stupid enough to be one of them.” His enemy snickered and looked up to the door behind Jigen.

“But I see we have more guests than I have anticipated. Daisuke, you should have told me you were bringing your friends, so I could’ve prepared more food.”

He didn’t have to look to know that Lupin and Goemon were brought in by the lackeys of his torturer.

“Sorry, we’re not very hungry!”

Of course, Lupin had to make a show out of his capture. Trying to fight, knowing deep down that it was a dead end. Those lackeys had the power of a super human being, consisting of dead meat and an empty mind.The golem of an experienced self-called necromancer.

“I never said you were getting fed, my friend. YOU are the main dish.”

Jigen reached out to the man next to him, only to have his wrist grabbed and crushed with a sickening sound. He screamed in pain, waking up his s/o that began to stir in their ropes.

“Jigen!” Lupin had to understand by now what those things were he was fighting against.

“Silence! I will not suffer this insolence anymore.”

“Alice, let them go. You want me, you can have me. Let them go!” Clutching his broken wrist, Jigen was close to tears from the sheer pain. But the man just laughed.

“No. I wanted to break you. To make you suffer. Because you know what? That dirty little lowlife you killed 3 years ago? That was my son.”

Jigen took a breath. He had known it. He had known it and had pulled the trigger nonetheless. He was getting paid for killing this man.

“He stole money from my last contractor. I was hired.” That was the iron rule. You get paid and you do the job. Even some madman like Alice had to see that.

“Oh, it’s that easy? How much do you want? I’m buying you to kill your friends here. I’ll even give you a little extra if you help me prepare the main dish.”

“Fuck you.”

Alice took a handful of Jigen’s hair and yanked his head up.

“Then tell me, Daisuke. Your little birdie here or them. Who do you want to kill?”

“Lupin.”

He had done this. Both of them had stood on different sides of the gun before and had survived. He could pull this off again if he was given the chance.

“Fine. I’m giving you 5 chances to kill him. Bring the puny one.”

His brain dead lackeys moved with ghostly silence, dragging a still fighting Lupin with them.

Alice took the thief’s hand and placed it on the table before Jigen, fingers outstretched. Next to it he placed the cleaver.

“Take your gun and shoot him.”

Slowly he reached for his Magnum and set the barrel against Lupin’s forehead, praying for a wonder.

“One.” Before he had even the chance to pull the trigger, Alice had reached for the cleaver, spinning it in his hand, letting the blade come down on the table.

Lupin and Jigen stared at the clean cut off finger on the white table cloth, now slowly soaking up the blood.

“Two…” the cleaver was lifted again, ready to strike.

Jigen closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.

The sound of a shot exploded in the almost empty warehouse as hell broke loose.

 “Inspector!”

Zenigata turned around from his arrests and watched his assistant taking one of the sausages off of the table.

“A sausage?” carefully he sniffed it and opened his mouth to eat it.

“That’s a cooked human finger, Yata,” Zenigata told the young man

With a faint smile he let his assistant run outside to throw up.

“Youth.”

Jigen looked up from his sitting position.

“Why are you here?!”

“A little ‘thank you’ would be nice, Jigen. After all we saved you bunch from killing each other.”

“And arrested us,” Goemon added.

“And gave your two partners medical assistance.”

Speaking of the devil Lupin was brought back to the now broadly grinning Inspector. The thief had his left hand bandaged but managed to give Jigen a smile.

“They are alive. Nothing serious but a few scratches and a pretty mean headache.”

Jigen relaxed and nodded as thanks before he remembered something.

“Did you call the police?!”

“He called me himself. Saying you were deep in trouble. Giving me the name of your old friend over there.”

Jigen didn’t want to see the man that needed 4 police officers to hold him down. At least the undead lackeys which he had hypnotized and set under a heavy drug influence, were out cold and unmoving again.

Zenigata kneeled down to get on eye level with Jigen, only to whisper into his ear.

“He won’t reach prison alive.” With that the Inspector got up and went away.

  The cell wasn’t half bad. Big enough for two inmates even if every one of them was imprisoned on their own. At least he could see in the cell opposite of him in which his s/o laid, still sleeping a lot.

The doctor had said they were okay besides a mild concussion. Lupin had told him so, too. But he didn’t dare to hope until he saw his s/o moving on the simple bed.

“Hey,” he called out softly.

“Hey,” they murmured back, the voice thick with sleep.

“I’m sorry,” he told them.

“Nah. I’m sorry,” they replied.

“What for?” It wasn’t the fault of his s/o for being targeted or caught.

“I forgot to buy your cigarettes.”

He blinked before it hit him.

“Do you remember why you are here?” A faint hope was growing inside his head.

“Because Lupin did something stupid and we got caught?”

Jigen laughed. He couldn’t believe it. All the torture and the things that had happened, had been forgotten by his s/o? Of course, the doctor had said something about having a slight amnesia of the things happened shortly before the concussion would be natural. But this? This was pure gold.

He would take care of the fact that his s/o would never remember this gruesome incident.

“If you’re enjoying your stay, I can leave you behind,” the guard in front of his cell said.

A bit surprised by this comment, Jigen’s eyes trailed down the guard’s arm only to see a thickly bandaged hand.

“Lupin.”

“You owe me a finger, my friend. But first let me get you out of here.”

With a click the lock opened, while Goemon made short work of the prison door of Jigen’s s/o.

“As thanks, let me invite you. I know a good diner not far from here. It serves sausages in all varieties,” Jigen shot back with a forced smile.

“Shut up.”

With a confused look, his s/o hugged Jigen and smiled at him, happy when the gunman returned the hug carefully and kissed them on their forehead.

“Let’s leave this city behind us as far as possible.”

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Well then,,,,,,....... I challenge Y O U to do Alora 1-20 with Zerx, Galatea, and Adrien ewe

Holiday

Alora isn't a big fan of the more popular holidays. I can see her kinda liking Halloween, but she never really does anything for it.

I imagine she makes up little fake holidays at her convenience

Alora: dad!!! I can't believe you made plans to do something today!

Adrien: why? what's today?

Alora: it's "drink tea and make kandi with Alora" day :(

Adrien: of course, I can't believe I forgot about that. I'll stay home with you, Ali :)

Alora: :)

Additionally, I imagine she comes up with ridiculous holidays just for fun (and to mess with Arvid)

Cooking

So, she actually learned to cook from Jase :) Alora is pretty good at cooking, but she does cut corners and uses convenient foods to save time (like using canned foods and such)

But also, she cans her own food sometimes! She even convinced Jase to try a dish she made with her own canned food, and he didn't like it, but he also didn't hate it ewe

She cooks for her friends and family, especially for Adrien (since he's not able to). She's the only reason Adrien Jr gets to eat actual meals when he's staying with them lol.

She cooks for Clara a lot, too. With all the work Clara gets wrapped up in, it's easy for her to just grab whatever is convenient or easiest to eat at the moment, so she sometimes makes food for Clara and stops her to eat a meal without multitasking

Despite her skill and frequency with cooking, Alora doesn't normally eat the things she makes.

Sleeping

Alora just sleeps whenever she feels tired. Sometimes she gets into one of those modes where she can sleep 4 hours and be fine, then other times she will sleep for 12+ hours and still be tired.

She gets really cold during the night, so she wears warm pjs and has a lot of blankets.

Driving

Alora doesn't really like driving that much, but she loves being able to just go wherever she wants when she feels like it. That makes it worth the effort put into driving, she thinks. She won't drive for very long, though, unless there's an important reason to

Bathing/showering

She normally showers, and baths are saved for special occasions. Alora doesn't wash her hair often because of the texture (and it's pretty dry), but she cleans her body daily.

Hugging

She hugs her family a lot. This of course excludes Amber, who Alora wouldn't even think about touching at the moment. I think she hugs Adrien Jr the most bc he babey. She wants to hug Galatea a lot, but she tries to avoid it around the rest of the family because she is worried they might somehow Know

Kissing

She's not had her first kiss yet lol ;w;

She want kiss, but I feel like it's just something she gets nervous about. She might be feeling brave enough to go for it one moment, and then right before it happens she jumps away and pretends like she didn't almost kiss that person.

Sex

She hasn't had sex before.

I feel like she is sexually attracted to Galatea, but it's something she feels uncomfortable with currently, especially with the fact they are already hiding their relationship. I don't see her being sexually attracted to Zerx or Clara, but maybe that will change later on for Clara? Idk

Also, Alora technically is aspec with being demi, so

General physical contact

She really likes physical contact with others. I feel like she is probably constantly finding little ways to be physically affectionate with Zerx (and Galatea when they're alone) whenever they're spending time with each other. She also stays pretty close to her family. She is not against lying on top of Clara, or hugging Arvid super tight so that he can't get away, or poking Amanda's arm a few (several) times before she starts talking lol

She also wants Adrien to hold her when she's had a bad day or something. She sits next to him and he puts his arm around her, and they just stay like that while Alora rants about whatever is bothering her.

Physical appearance

Alora is 5'5, and unhealthily underweight

She has a few scars on her arms and back as result of the abuse she suffered while her mother was keeping her from her family

She has wavy hair, but I'm actually in the process of figuring out the exact style right now, because I think I want it to be different from her original design

She has yellow eyes, which was like some kind of recessive thing (even though Adrien's eyes are orange, stecella had yellow eyes). She likes to joke that means Amanda was actually her mom, because it comforts her, in a way.

Wardrobe

Pastel goth,,,,,,,,,,

I've reblogged a lot of clothing in her style before now, and I've made a collage of stuff I imagine her wearing, that's how obsessed I am with her style lol

She wears a lot of baggy sweaters, usually. She is pretty much always wearing skirts and dresses. Her colors are usually pink, white, and black, but she will occasionally wear other colors as long as they're pastel

Jewelry

She wears a lot of jewelry. She has a lot chokers, pink heart ones being her favorite

She has a septum piercing, too.

She will wear other jewelry as long as it is heart, raven, or satanic/wiccan themed.

She also wears kandi, but she's very specific about which ones.

Nickname

Her nickname is Ali, but she only lets Adrien call her that. He's called her that pretty much since she was born lol

I'm not sure if she would have any other nicknames

Dancing

She likes dancing. She's actually pretty good at it, but she wouldn't care if she wasn't. She dances at home mostly, but she will dance in public if the situation is appropriate (or just if the music hits the right way)

Singing

She's always singing. She will sing when there's a song in her head, or when someone plays a song she really likes, or if she is coming up with potential lyrics to go along with a song Clara's writing, or if she's practicing for a piece they're doing for her choir.

Alora is a soprano, so she feels more comfortable singing higher notes and soprano parts. Sometimes when she's listening to music with her friends and she knows there's a high note coming up she will go all out and put her heart and soul into singing that note. Singing brings her a lot of joy, and she refuses to let anything stop her from singing if she decides she wants to do it.

Anger

Alora gets angry really easily. She gets unpredictable when she's mad, and can sometimes lash out at those undeserving of her anger. Normally, though, she's able to keep it directed at the source. Amber and Erika have seen her anger more than anyone has, except for maybe Galatea and Adrien. (Not that Alora was mad at them, just that they are her go to when she can't eliminate the problem of what's angering her.)

She has gotten violent before with people when she was mad. Alora physically fought Erika twice, and nearly did the same with Amber (but was stopped by Adrien).

Soft spot

Galatea, Clara, and Zerx. She is the softest around them than she is with anyone else.

Porcelain stuff, mostly like tea sets. She looks at a lot of them and wants so many, but she only has two tea sets right now

Flowers and succulents. She loves plants in general, but those are her favorites. She gets really attached to her plants

Legato. She loves birds in general, too, but she love her birb the most :3c

Really complicated choir pieces, stuff that she has to practice forever on. Once it all comes together, the end result makes her feel so calm and joyful.

Pretty skirts, dresses, and accessories uwu

Adrien Jr and Sebastian, though I imagine her and Sebastian being closer to each other in comparison to her and Adrien Jr.

Adrien.

Favorite possession

One of her tea sets, though I'm not sure yet which.

One of Galatea's pokemon thing (maybe plushie?) she stole from her :3c

The knife she got from Sebastian for a semi recent birthday gift (this is headcanon so, lol)

Favorite photograph

A picture of her and Zerx when they first started hanging out (and before they started dating)

Relationship with ___

Zerx

Alora and Zerx's friendship came out of nowhere. They'd known each other pretty much their whole lives, and they definitely had talked to each other before, but they didn't really feel a connection until some point in middle school. They started spending all their time with each other after that point.

I feel like them dating is something that happened pretty recently, but I'm not sure how it happened or when exactly. I think Alora would have been the one to confess first, though.

Alora feels very calm around Zerx. She isn't quite as open with him as she is with Galatea, though. I feel like Alora believes she needs to conceal certain things from him so that he won't stop liking her.

Galatea

I've felt like Alora and Galatea have always been close. She has leaned on Galatea a lot through her whole life. I feel like they understand each other better than anyone else. They talk about anything and everything, and neither of them feel like they have to hide anything from the other. Well, except for one thing.

Alora is probably more protective over Galatea than she is of anyone else, even Clara.

When Alora is getting worked up because something isn't to her standards, or when she makes a mistake and is super hard on herself, Galatea is the one that helps her out of that. Most of the time, Alora is able to overlook her mistakes when she's with Galatea.

Adrien

She is,,,,, so close to Adrien. Alora spends a lot of time with Adrien. She knows she can always go to him for advice when facing an issue, but certain things she's afraid of telling him, the situation with her mother being one. She's afraid that if she brings it up, it will upset Adrien.

Still, Adrien's presence always makes her feel safe and comfortable.

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We’ll be the Proud Remainers

So... after that last chapter, I figured I should post this one a little early. 

Also Read On: FF.net or AO3

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 Harry dug his small spade into the dirt, trying to coax the potatoes out of the Earth. All the while he kept one eye on the horizon. The sky darkened to an ominous blue and black combo. A storm was coming. The question was, how long did Harry have to finish gathering materials for that night's dinner?

  He'd guess an hour, tops. After living in the same spot for the past seven years, Harry had become accustomed to the tricks and traits of the land. Weather prediction had become a useful and vital skill. 

  Seven years. It still sometimes felt unreal. He and Ginny had arrived at Bill's simple home with nothing but a few things on their backs. Now, they lived with Ginny's brother in a relatively simple lifestyle. Gardening, cooking, and maintaining the defenses were some of Harry's most important duties.

  Well... those and --

"Harry!" Victoire's girlish laugh pulled Harry's attention away from his work. The little girl was running straight for him, her grin showing a few gaps in her pearly white baby teeth. "Harry, Ginny's gonna get me."

  Victoire was right -- or she would have been if Ginny had truly been trying to catch her. As it was, Ginny was following behind the girl at a light jog, arms outstretched, wiggling her fingers as if casting some sort of witch’s spell. 

  "There is nowhere you can hide." Ginny was mimicking the stereotypical evil witch's tone. "I will find you, my pretty!"

  Vic let out a high pitched scream as she ran through the garden's gate. She ran around Harry, circling so that she hid behind his legs. Her little fingers stretched the dark denim. "Don't let her get me!"

  Ginny stopped in front of Harry, her wicked smile spreading from ear to ear. "Sir, I'm looking for a girl. She's about this height" --Ginny lowered her hand to Victoire's height-- "and cute as a button. Have you seen her?"

  "Cute as a button you say?" Harry tapped a finger on his chin in mock consideration. Vic's grip tightened. "Can't say I have. Now if you'd said pretty as a flower, I may have known something, but alas!" He  shrugged. "Clearly not the same person." 

  "Hmm." Ginny slid a hand over Harry's arm, trailing it up towards his shoulder. "Could I convince you to pass along your intel of this pretty person? Maybe the knowledge will lead me to my victim -- I mean -- friend ."

  "I don't know, I'd hate to betray this person. What do you have to offer in trade?"

  "I think you can find me quite -- persuasive to the right person." Ginny moved her body closer, her fingers now playing the little hairs on the back of his head. 

  "I think I may be the right person." 

  Right as Harry's lips met Ginny's, a long revolted cry came from behind him. 

  Victoire pulled away from Harry's legs, her lips curled in disgust. "Ew! Why do you two always end up kissing?"

  "Because they're icky, that's why." Bill walked down the cottage stairs, a playful smile on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Come on, Vic. Let's leave those two to finish collecting potatoes for tonight's dinner." 

  Victoire ran into her father's open arms. She hugged him tight as he lifted her in his arms. Bill ladened the girl's cheeks with kisses as she giggled. 

  Harry smiled as he watched the father and daughter duo turn back into the house. "They're adorable." Harry hadn't planned on saying that out loud, but it escaped his lips without permission. 

  He looked down at Ginny and couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if she was holding his baby. Watching her kiss their baby's chubby cheeks and see his or her gummy smile. 

  No ! Harry couldn't let himself picture that! It would just get his hopes up for things that could never happen. They could never have a baby, no matter how many times Harry's dreams imagined it. He could never bring an innocent child into such a horrible world. Harry could never forgive himself if something were to happen to his child or Ginny... like what happened to Fleur. 

  Even after all this time, Bill was still understandably shaken by the loss of his wife. Harry refused to let his mind drift to the possibility of losing Ginny. Which was why he would never risk her life having a child. 

  There had been a few times over the years where protection had been forgotten, which had led to weeks of uneasily waiting for Ginny's monthly. 

  Though anxiety drove him for those weeks, there had always been that base desire for a child of his own. So rather than dread and dream about a future he couldn't obtain, Harry focused on raising Victoire. She was just as good as his own child, her being his goddaughter and all. 

  "Harry?" Ginny kissed his lips lightly. "Come back to me, love."

  "Sorry." Harry forced his mind to think happier thoughts. He smiled. "You wanna help grab some carrots for the stew?" He made to move out of her embrace, but Ginny kept her arms around his neck. 

  " Or... " That wicked smile came back onto her lips, this time with a different connotation. "We could head over to that empty house next door for a bit."

  Harry looked over Ginny's shoulder at the still dark and foreboding sky. There really was a storm on the way... 

  Ginny trailed her lips down his neck, over his throat, and down to his collarbone. Her words coming between kisses. "Am - I - being - persuasive - enough?"

  He couldn't contain the little groan that rose from his throat. " Yes ."

  "Yes to which question?" Ginny asked as she continued to torment him. 

  "Both."

  Ginny drew back, making Harry bemoan the loss of her attention . She ran her hand down from his neck to his shoulder, along his arm, before lacing their fingers together. "Perfect. I'm glad my talents weren't exaggerated."

  She pulled them out of the fenced garden, towards the neighbors. Harry stayed close, letting her warmth keep him safe from the chill of the impending storm. 

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  "Aunt Ginny?" Victoire's sleepy voice made Ginny turn around. The little girl was still tucked up under her blanket. Comforter to chin and Alfred the bunny’s ear sticking slightly out from under the covers he wouldn't get cold.

  "Yes, luv?" Ginny moved back into the room, her hand gently brushing the blonde locks from Vic's face. 

  "Why didn't their mummy stay with them in that story?" Her eyes didn't quite meet Ginny's as her voice softened. "Did she not want them?"

  Ginny had to think about the question for a second. She glanced over at the book they had been reading before bed. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe had a piece of yellowed paper stuck marking their place. When she had selected the book, Ginny figured the little girl would focus on the amazing fantasy, not...

  "Oh, no, Vic." Ginny's free hand came up to rub the back of her neck,a skill she'd picked up from Harry. "She wanted them very much. She loved them so much, but she had to send them away to protect them."

  "So she had to leave them because she loved them?" Victoire's child mind couldn’t quite understand all the logistics. "Is that why my mummy left me?"

  No. No. Nope. 

  Ginny did not want to be having this conversation right now. Fuck, she never wanted to have this conversation. They had told Victoire about Fleur. They'd explained how beautiful Fleur had been and how much she'd loved Victoire. But they never really explained how Fleur had died. 

  It was natural for Victoire to draw conclusions based on the stories they read, but Ginny never expected this. 

  "Well, yes she loved you so much." Ginny sat on the edge of the mattress, “and all she wanted was for you to be happy and healthy." She drew a deep breath. "Sometimes in order to protect the people we love, we have to make sacrifices."

  Victoire blinked at her with those ocean blue eyes. "But doesn't that make you sad to sac --" she started stuttering over the word. "Sacri... sacr..."

  "Yes, it can make you sad to make a sacrifice." Ginny kissed Vic's forehead. "But sometimes the happiness of others is more important. But what is important right now is you going to sleep." She rose from her spot on the bed, with a final kiss to the girl's forehead. "Goodnight, love."

  Ginny moved out of the room, leaving the door ajar. Her mind was racing. Never had she thought Victoire would ask questions like that. It was heartbreaking to think Fleur never got to tell her daughter just how much she loved her. 

  Without conscious thought, Ginny's feet took her right where she needed to be. Harry sat in their bed, a candle lighting the room so he could read his novel, his legs covered by their duvet. 

  He looked up at the sound of her shuffling feet. His glasses were slightly crooked, which he took a second to correct. "Hey." He took one look at her and placed his book aside. "What's wrong?"

  Ginny's throat seemed to close as she tried to explain what had just happened. She stood stock-still for a moment, trying to force the words out of her mouth. When they didn't come, she moved. Ginny went right for the spot that she felt safest, where everything horrible in the world couldn't get her: Harry's arms.

  Harry didn't ask any more questions. He just held her close, pulling the blanket so it wrapped around her. 

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  “No peeking, Aunt Ginny,” Victorie called over her shoulder as she ran into the woods. Hide-and-seek had become one of the seven-year-old’s favorite pastimes, which in turn meant it became one of Ginny’s daily activities. The little girl couldn’t get enough of the simple game. Some days, like today,  Bill and Harry would join.

  "You heard the master, Ginny." Bill smiled at his sister as he followed his daughter. 

  Harry smiled at her, moving in close. His fingers toyed with the belt loops of her denims. "You know I was thinking, maybe we could play a round of private hide and seek later." He bent down to kiss her. "I guarantee I'll find your secret spot."  

  Ginny laughed, letting her lips linger on his for an extra second before pushing him away. "Well, let's test your skills here. "

  "See the problem is -- I want you to find me ." 

  "This is a test of your longevity , love." She looked him up and down, a coy smile playing on her lips. "I want to see how long you can last."

  "Baby, I can last all night."

  Ginny snorted. "Did you just call me baby?" 

  Harry gave a nonchalant shrug. "Figured I'd give it a shot. Didn't feel right."

  She shook her head. " Definitely not right."

  "I'll stick with darling ." Harry kissed her one final time before disappearing into the forest. 

  Ginny sat down on the porch stoop before covering her face with her hands. Her eyes closed naturally from being already bathed in darkness of her hands.  

  One. Two. Three. 

  She kept a beat between each number to give Victorie ample time to find the perfect spot. Though enthusiastic, the girl wasn't great at finding spots. 

  Twenty. Twenty-one.

  If Ginny had to place bets, Vic would be in the little cove, Bill behind the tree next to the cove, and Harry would be up in one of the high branches. 

  "Thirty. Ready or not here I come!" Ginny shouted as loudly as she could before rising from her perch. She entered the thicket of trees the others had disappeared into, her mind debating who to focus on first. 

  Vic would be easy to find, but being found first would ruin the girl's fun. That meant Harry was her first target. She kept her steps light as she walked across the hard forest ground. She took the left fork instead of her normal right. If she could manage to sneak up on Harry, it would be even better. Typically he would watch her from his perch, laughing quietly as she walked right under him. This time she wouldn't fall for his tricks. 

  She kept her eyes to the sky, focusing on any large shadow. It wasn't until she was quite a few meters into the forest that she saw his dangling foot. Her eyes scanned up his leg, then to his torso. Harry's back was to her as he watched her normal route. 

  Ginny grinned. Watching the ground for any possible noise-makers, she slowly made her way to his hiding spot. She waited until she was directly under him to give his trouser leg a sharp tug. 

  Everything happened at once. Harry let out a sharp gasp as his body leaned towards her pull. He fell sideways off his branch, landing on the ground with a loud thud. 

  “Shit!” Ginny crouched, helping him sit up. Her hands covered his body checking for broken bones. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you -” 

  Her panicked apology was cut off by his laughter. Harry brushed off her scrutinizing hands as he rose to his feet. “You certainly found me.” 

  Ginny shook her head, her raising heart rate starting to slow. “Well, you never seem to change your hiding spot. Always up in a tree.”

  “But it’s a different tree,” Harry defended, his hands brushing off dirt from his knees. “Wait.” He held one hand in a stop motion. “Are you saying I’ve lost my touch?” 

  “I mean --” Ginny let her words fall off with a well if the shoe fits shrug. 

  Harry stared at her for a solid ten seconds before moving with the speed of a hungry lion. His arms came around her, lifting her feet from the ground. Ginny let out a squeal of surprise before she wrapped her legs around his waist. Harry proceeded to push her against the trunk of a large oak. 

  His lips pressed to hers in a hard kiss. It didn’t take long for Ginny to get over her initial shock. She laced her arms across the back of his neck, returning his attention with enthusiasm. 

  Ginny lost track of time as she and Harry focused all their senses on each other. She wasn’t sure who made the first move to remove clothing, but the next thing she knew her button-up blouse was open, letting in a cool breeze. 

Harry’s lips wandered away from hers, down to her neck, down to her chest. Ginny arched against him as his attention focused on her breasts. 

  “Where is Aunt Ginny?” Victoire's loud voice only slightly broke through the fog Harry had created. It wasn’t until Bill’s deep tone followed that Ginny remembered what they were supposed to be doing. 

  “I’m guessing she’s finishing finding Uncle Harry. How about we head to the house and start making lunch? It will be the best hiding spot ever. She’ll never think to look there.”

  Victoire's response was muffled as they moved back towards the house. Harry’s eyes met hers, the usual green much darker . 

  “Did Bill just give us an excuse to be alone for longer?” Harry starting trailed his lips up her neck. “Because that’s what I heard.” 

  “You always seem to hear what you want to, even if it’s the opposite of what someone said.” Ginny smiled as his lips pressed to hers.

  “It’s another skill of mine.”

  “Another? What are some of the others?”

  “How about this?” Harry’s lips slid off hers and trailed down her bare skin back to her chest. 

  Ginny let out a breathy sigh. “A man of many talents.” 

  “And I’ll be more than happy to bestow you with said skills anytime you want." 

  "Is that so?" Ginny ran her fingers along the nape of his neck. "Well, I can't pass on such an educational offer. There is a lovely treehouse not too far from here. The perfect spot to display your expertise."

  Harry lowered her slowly to the ground. Ginny felt every hard muscle as she skimmed down his body. His hand slid into hers, lacing their fingers. "It will be a pleasure , for both of us."  

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  Harry watched Ginny show Victoire how to hold one of their chickens on their farm. Seeing Ginny and Vic smile so brightly made his heart full. His family . Something he had never had, but always wanted. It was strange to think how he’d gained a family while most people lost theirs. 

  "That looks good." Bill's voice drew Harry's eyes back to the dinner he was preparing: roast chicken and vegetables from the garden. 

  "I hope it will be." Harry wiped his hands on the flannel next to the cutting board. "I grew some basil and I think it should add a little something to the chicken." 

  "Anything I can do to help?"

  Harry shook his head. "No, not really. I just finished cutting everything up. All that's left is letting the fire cook it all up."

  "Good. Good." Bill shuffled his feet slightly. "Harry?"

  "Hm?" 

  "I wanted to thank you."

  Harry turned to look at the older man. He had an emotional look to his dark blue eyes. "For what?" Harry was afraid Bill might start crying. 

  Bill cleared his throat. "For being there -- for me and Vic. And Ginny."

  "Oh." Harry felt his face heat. He’d never have expected Bill want to talk about... something like this. "Of course. I care about all of you."

  "I know. It's just... it would have been so much harder to raise Victoire without you and Ginny. After Fleur." Bill choked up for a moment before clearing his throat again. "Thank you."

  Harry rubbed the back of his neck. This was not his forte. He wasn't good at talking about things like this, as Ginny’d pointed out a million times. But another thing Ginny had told him was that a lot of people liked hearing how he felt about a situation. He took a deep breath. Fuck it . 

  "Without you and Vic... I don't honestly know what would have happened to me and Gin. London was a shit show. Being out here..." Harry glanced back at the girls. "It's so simple and perfect. Even after all this time, it still feels like a dream."

  Bill moved closer to the window. "I know what you mean. Out here... it's the middle of nowhere and no one bugs us. It's safer than anywhere else out there." Harry saw a small smile form on Bill's lips. "This is the kind of life I would have wanted for Victoire. A simple life where everyone around her loves her." 

  Harry smiled as Ginny threw the chicken up into the air. Victoire loved watching the bird flap wildly back to the ground. "Yeah, she deserves it." 

  Bill thumped Harry on the back. "You and Gin deserve it, too. I don't think I've ever said it, but you two are good for each other." 

  "It only took you five years to say it out loud." Harry turned to Bill, meeting his gaze. "Thank you."

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  Ginny stared at Harry. "You mean to tell me you set this whole thing up so you could take me for a romantic picnic by the water?" 

  Harry grinned at her. He was rather proud of this one. "That's right. It wasn't too hard to convince Victoire that a beach day would be fun."

  It really hadn't been difficult to get the family to travel to the seaside. He had spent the last few days chatting to Victoire how much fun building sandcastles and running through the waves would be. Two days later, Bill had his daughter attached to his leg, begging to go to the beach. In Harry's mind, it was a win-win: Vic was getting to play in the water and Harry would be getting to play with Ginny. So the small family loaded up into the beat up old Range Rover they kept for far trips. It was only an hour long car ride, so naturally Vic spent the whole time cheering loudly about all the fun things she was gonna do. 

  Really, the only tricky step had been setting up the blanket and food without Ginny noticing. He had found a tall group of dunes and used them like a wall. While Ginny buried Victoire in the sand, Harry had assembled his surprise. 

  He had packed all of Ginny's favorites, well, at least the favorites that he’d been able to find over the past few weeks. Yes ...he had been working on this for longer than those few days of whispering into Victoire's ear about the surprise.  

  "What's the occasion?" Ginny asked as she took a seat on the blanket. 

  "Does there need to be one?" Harry asked. "A glass of our finest distilled water, darling." 

  Ginny laughed, her smile wide and bright just like Harry wanted. He handed her a canteen of water before reaching into the rucksack for the chicken legs he'd cooked the previous night in preparation for their lunch. 

  "Well, look at you." Ginny gave him a crooked smile. "You've got everything a girl could ask for. Good food, a comfy spot, a great view ." She winked at him. 

  "It's even better up close." Harry crawled from his side of the blanket, hovering his body over hers. His lips rested a millimeter above hers. "And it gets even better when you touch it." 

  Ginny closed the gap between them, her fingers coming up to tangle in his untidy hair. Harry was more than happy to lose himself in her. The way she felt against him, how her lips pressed to his. 

  If Harry had it his way, this would be the only thing he ever did. After seven years it still was the best thing in the world. 

  "Whatcha doin'?" Victoire's innocent voice brought Harry out of his utopia. 

  He pulled away, only far enough to look up into the big blue eyes of his goddaughter. "Hi, Vic."

  "Hi." Her head was cocked to the side. "Why are you and Aunt Ginny over here snogging?” 

  Ginny pushed Harry from her chest, much to his displeasure. "Hi, luv. Uncle Harry and I were just... enjoying the weather."

  "By kissin'?" Victoire asked, her face scrunched in disgust. 

  "It's how -- uh adults enjoy the weather, yes." Ginny rolled over onto her knees before rising from the blanket. "And now that you're here we can enjoy the sunny day another way." 

  Victoire perked up. "How?"

  "How about --" Ginny paused for dramatic effect, which worked perfectly on Vic. She was shaking like an excited dog. Ginny reached out and tapped the little girl's shoulder. "Tag, you're it!"

  Before Victoire could do more than blink, Ginny was gone. Harry watched her sprint towards the water, her plaited red hair bouncing off her back. 

  "No fair!" Vic yelled after her aunt. When her attention flickered towards Harry, he knew what was coming.

  "Hol --" He tried to stand, but Victoire tagged him on the arm.

  "You're it, Uncle Harry!"

  Harry shook his head as he rose. Vic had taken off towards her father who stood laughing at the edge of the ocean, clearly enjoying that his daughter had broken up the private lunch . Ginny stood fifty meters down the coast from her brother, her smile as bright and beautiful as the sun behind her.  

  The choice was a no brainer. Harry couldn't re-tag Victoire (those were the rules and he refused to be a cheater), so once he was steady on his feet, he took off after Ginny. 

  Ginny's eyes widened as he came at her, full throttle. Her feet stuck in the sand for a moment, and then she started to run. That little bit of difficulty was all Harry needed. He caught up to her after a minute, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her back to him. 

  Harry moved his lips right next to her ear. "You're it." 

  "Is that so?" Ginny asked, her face tilted to look at him. 

  " Always ." Harry kissed her once before releasing her and running off towards Bill.  

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  "Good job, Vic!" Ginny cheered as the birthday girl kicked the football across the lawn. Victoire pumped her fist in the air in celebration. It had been the first time all day that she had gotten the ball across the gap between them. 

  A few days before Victoire's birthday, Ginny and Harry had gone in search of an inflated football. It had taken the better part of four hours, but it was worth it. Victoire was having so much fun. Hell, even Ginny was having a blast!   

  "Next time try dribbling it closer to me before passing it!" Ginny told the girl as she bopped the ball back. 

  Victoire nodded enthusiastically. It took a few moments for her to get her footing right, but eventually she moved forward with the ball. 

  Ginny beamed as Victoire pulled her foot back in a hard kick. Instead of just rolling to a stop in front of Ginny like the last time, the ball took flight and came up to Ginny's knee. 

  "Nice!" Bill clapped from his spot on the porch. He had been meaning to fix the crooked step for the last few days, and finally, the weather permitted an opportunity. 

  Victoire looked back at her dad, her whole body wiggling in excitement. "It even went up in the air. Did you see?"

  "I sure did, sweetheart!"

  Ginny waited until Victoire was looking at her before passing the ball back. "Hey, Bill, have you seen Harry?"

  "Last I knew he was checking the traps in the river." 

  "He's really hoping to do a fry up. The number of times he's told me how much he misses fish and --" Ginny's final word was cut short as the air was knocked from her lungs. Victoire had kicked the ball when she wasn't looking, this time getting more air and hitting Ginny in the center of her chest. 

  "Ginny!" Bill dropped his hammer and ran out towards them. Victoire had started crying, noticing Bill's tone and Ginny's pained expression. Ginny waved Bill off with the hand that hadn't come up to clutch at her chest.

  Bill hesitated before turning his attention to his crying daughter. He picked up the sobbing little girl, his large hand running smooth circles along her back. 

  Ginny focused on getting her breath back. Fuck that had hurt. Her chest felt as if it had been hit by a sack of brinks rather than a football. Why the fuck had it hurt so much? 

  She rubbed the spot where the ball had collided, hoping it would soothe some of the pain, like Bill was doing for Victoire. The more she thought about it, Ginny’s chest had hurt all day. This was a different kind of sore, but it had escalated whatever else had been plaguing her throughout the day.  

  Bill walked over, Victoire hiding her face in the collar of his shirt. “You all right, Ginny?” 

  “Yeah.” Ginny placed her hand on Victoire's back. "I'm fine, luv. It just hurt for a moment. I'll be right in a jiffy."

  Victoire half turned out of her father's chest. Tears still trailing down her cheek. "I'm sorry."

  "I know." Ginny took the little girl out of Bill's arms and kissed away the moisture. "How about we go inside and see if Uncle Harry is back?"

  Vic nodded, sniffling a little. Ginny put her down in the grass. "I'll race ya." 

  It took a second for Victoire to understand the challenge, but the moment she did her little feet were moving. Bill smiled at his daughter's back before glancing over at Ginny. "You sure you're okay? You looked in a lot of pain." 

  Ginny nodded, rubbing her chest a few more times before walking towards the back door. "Yeah, I've just been sore all day. Must have slept wrong or something." 

  Bill kept pace with her. "I'm sure that's it. So, do you think Harry did catch something?" 

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  Harry leaned against the doorjamb, watching Ginny brush her teeth. They had set up a basin of water for teething brushing. Little Victoire had taken her turn, still running high from being the birthday girl. Bill had taken her up the stairs, hoping that a couple of books would send her to sleep. 

  Ginny spit the homemade toothpaste out of her mouth. “You know I can share, right?” 

  "What if I don't wanna share?" Harry moved behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed light kisses up her neck. "What if I want you all for myself?"

  "That could be arranged." Ginny put her toothbrush down on the counter and spun in his arms. Her arms circled his neck, fingers threading through his hair. "But you do know it's rather hypocritical of us to tell Victorie she has to share when you won't even --" 

  Harry cut her reprimand off the most effective way he knew. Ginny didn't seem to mind. She arched into him, her lips pressing harder to his. 

  "How about --" Ginny spoke between kisses, "we take -- this upstairs?" 

  Harry didn't think a verbal response was necessary. He lowered his hand slowly down from her waist to her legs. In a fluid motion, he lifted her into his arms. Ginny kept her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried them up the stairs into their room.

  He plopped her onto the bed in an unceremonious gesture, crawling over her and reattaching his lips to her skin.

  "Look at you, the promise of a shag and you become a caveman." Ginny laughed. 

  "You'd become a caveman, too, if you know what it was like to shag you." Harry sat up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, before going for the hem of hers. Her completely exposed torso teased him as she sucked in a deep breath. His mouth instantly dropped to her bare midriff. He took his time, moving his lips slowly up past her ribs. 

  When he reached her breasts, her breath hitched and she winced. "Harry, wait." 

  He pulled back, his eyes meeting hers. Her face was scrunched in pain. "Gin?"

  "I --" She let out a long exhale. "I took a ball to the chest today and it's a little sore." 

  "I'd say more than a little sore." Harry's eyes dropped back to her chest. "they're swollen." 

  "Swollen?" Ginny sat up, pushing Harry off her. 

  He fell back to his side of the bed. "Yeah. I noticed that -- uh -- they're larger than normal, but I didn't know they hurt. Not that I was staring at your chest or something. It was just an --" 

  Ginny clearly wasn't listening to his ramble. She had moved to the mirror over the dresser, her body turned in a side profile. "Harry, my chest was sore before Vic hit me with the football."

  "Okay." Harry sat up, positioning his pillow behind him so it was between him and headboard. 

  Ginny turned towards him and at that moment Harry knew things were about to become much less simple. "Harry, my breasts are sore, they're larger, and I couldn't stand the smell of your soup a few nights ago."

  Harry nodded, remembering how Ginny had run from the room when he had brought out his chicken soup. "Okay." 

  "Harry." Ginny's tone became one of forced calm used on a child who just wasn’t understanding what was being said. "I think I may be pregnant." 

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@smallvxlle​​ said : 5 times kissed!!! / @kryptonbound said : five times kissed but for u and jo bc i want to see the cuteness :/

one.

     being queen industries’ ceo was not a risky profession, on the contrary. but the cut on oliver’s arm told a different story. until it clicked on her head, the faceless photos jimmy had taken of green arrow. it couldn’t be possible. it was IMPOSSIBLE. wasn’t it? amongst the chaos in her brain, she couldn’t make her mind. she knew in her heart this could be true but she didn’t want to believe. it made sense but all she wanted was to forget. clark was right though, she couldn’t forget it. she had to be sure. so when he offered to help to dismask green arrow, lois took it as if her life depended on it. little did she knew that both oliver and clark were working together on this. what they failed to prevent was lois’ impulsiveness and creativity. green arrow would never let her see his face, whether he was oliver or not. kissing him by surprise sounded like the right thing at the time. “ your secret is safe with me, oliver. “  and before the fake green arrow could disappear, she jumped on him and pressed her lips against his. he hesitated, and then kissed back. and for a second, she didn’t want to let go. his lips felt like a perfect fit. felt like — NOT oliver’s. still with her lips pressed on his, she opens her eyes and his features are different than what she expected. he’s still familiar... and then oliver’s voice in the background brings her back to reality. it’s not oliver. her instinct reaction is to slap his face but as quickly as her response, he flees the scene, leaving her wonder where she has seen him before.

two.

     she no longer lived at the kent farm but the amount of time she spent there could fool anyone. living with chloe in the talon’s apartment was great. they were like sisters but both of them were busy. and none knew exactly how to maintain a healthy lifestyle. there was always coffee in the house, leftovers from takeout as well. home made meals? it was not a concept they could bring to life. because of that, game nights had become a ritual in the kent house during the weekends. they used to mix up teams, it lowered the chances of cheating or vice. lois’ idea, of course. clark kent would rather have lana or his best friend by his side but tonight he was stuck with lois as a partner. surprisingly, they were unstoppable together. it was the third time in a row that clark had guessed lois’ charade in pictionary. a loud yes is heard, the taste of victory drawing a big smile on her lips. and before anyone could realize what had happened, lois rushes towards clark, takes his face on her hands and leaves a kiss on his forehead. “ see? i told you i was good at this. you only lose when you don’t have a good matching partner, smallville. “   sitting next to him, awkwardness slowly embraces the air. catching his eye, she knows she should have stayed quiet. bless chloe for catching their attention back to the game.

three.

      if someone had told any of them that they’d end up working together, side by side, they would laugh it out. what a nightmare! and yet, lois had been the one to give clark the daily planet’s job application. and he had managed to land the job right next to her. the signs were there all along. but they kept ignoring them. being co-workers and partners had brought them CLOSER than ever before. the usual bickering became too playful for just friends. it was their thing. the longing gaze when the other wasn’t looking, the extra touch to prove a point, the sharing stories that they could handle easily on their own. there was something there, something more.

     she is rambling, something about the new story they were about to break. there were lots of times clark didn’t understand what she was talking about, even with his superhearing. her thought process was too fast for any human to comprehend. and with that comes a fast pacing that he has no other choice than to tag along. she goes into the copy room, ordering everyone in the room to leave by a hand gesture and grabs the documents she had sent to the printer. she keeps talking, about the corrupt senator they are about to expose and before she can make a question —— he presses a kiss on her rosy lips. she is caught by surprise, but her lips follow his. her hands that stopped unconsciously on his chest  s l o w l y  move up, fingers running through his hair as her body is pressed against his. he moves to her jawline, then down to her neck and she gasps for air, adrenaline rushing through her veins and she brings him closer. she wants M O R E. and then a door opens and shuts with a bang. her eyes open and she finds herself in her own bed.  wait, what?   “ lois! sorry, did i wake you? i thought you were already at the planet. “  chloe’s voice brings her back to r e a l i t y.  she looks at the alarm clock in her bedside table and immediately sits up.    FUCK! another dream about clark kent?!  when would these dreams stop getting her late to work??

four.

     he is sat on the sofa, worried eyes locked on the tv. lois gazes in his direction, observing his uptight posture as one hand runs down his face. the vra has taken a toll on him. she can see him struggle, debating whether he should join oliver and sign it or fight it alongside her. it’s a decision she can’t make for him but she hopes he knows he is not alone. crossing the room, she turns off the television, catching his eye as she sits on his lap and his body loosens. a hand strokes his dark hair gently, the silence taking over the room. they stay like that for a little while, no words needed to understand one another. they’re one and the same now, breathing at the same harmony. she then leans in and lands him a tender kiss. resting her forehead on his, she whispers, as if she’s singing him a lullaby. “ you’re NOT alone, clark. we will fight this and we will win. “

five.

     mornings had never been lois’ strong suit. she was a night owl since she was kid, always too energetic to go to bed. which would only mean being late in the morning. growing up, that never changed. she thought it would all change when the kids came to the picture but lucky for her, lois had married a SUPER! clark would take care of everything in the morning if it meant his wife would have a few more minutes of sleep. god knew she wasn’t very good at it.

      at the sound of jon playing with krypto downstairs, she opened one eye before the other. the sun coming through the window, warming her face. GOD, for how long did she sleep in?   “ clark? “   a mumble, searching for her husband’s certainty that she still had time before taking a car to work was out of question.    “ we’re still on time. “    she exhales relief, staying in bed for another second. she smells eggs, bacon, pancakes! what has she done to deserve a husband like clark kent? she gets up, choosing the first outfit that came to her reach and by the time she is ready, ella enters in the bedroom and curls up in her leg.  “ daddy got you ready too! “  she picks her up and lifts her baby girl off the ground, a bright smile greeting her daughter. a longer look at the red and blue blended in her clothes make her heart skip a beat.   “ or maybe not. let’s go baby girl. fashion sense clearly skipped a generation with your father. “    there’s an audible laughter downstairs and she smiles.  after changing ella to a more suitable, less super outfit, she arrives at the kitchen, with the youngest of the kents on her hip.  “ morning! “   she kisses jon in the top of his head as he finishes his breakfast, making her way towards clark.   “ i’ve told you, red and blue are never a good combination unless you’re a pilot with a cape. “    they both lean in, lips parted ready to meet when a high pitch EW echoes in the kitchen. lois can’t stop but laugh at the disgusted voice of her own son. jon had gotten a habit of stopping his parents from kissing, something that was hilarious to her. it made their mornings that much funnier. she steals clark a kiss anyway, their son covering his eyes with his little hands and she turns around to grab a pancake which she eats quickly.  “ chop chop, we need to get going. go grab your backpack, jon. “    he does as he’s told, clark grabs the breakfast bag he had prepared for her to eat on their way to the daily planet while she picks the coffee cup, ready to go. purse, keys: check. not that mr. kent would let her forget. and they leave the house, jon flying towards the car, ella already asleep on lois’ shoulder and she holds her husband’s hand. life has never been better.

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Re-inspired

Pairing: Kim Jinhwan x reader

Genre: mild angst / romance / artist au

Warnings: alcohol, struggle with self-worth and inspiration

Word count: 3117

He had spent all day painting. The signs were visible, splatters of different hues staining his fingers and forearms from the vigorous effort, and exhaustion was evident through his limbs, barely moving now as he worked on the painting in front of him. Before, he was frantically laying down colour, beating at the canvas with his tools and unleashing a fervour that conflicted with his emotions. He felt raw and the artwork exhibited that, the colours mixing together in a way that was rushed and uncaring. His original subject was somewhere lost under the layers and when Jihwan finally stopped working on the piece, it made sense it was gone.

Because that’s how he was now.

Staring at the canvas for some time, he knew he was frustrated but he didn’t need his artwork to show him that. As an artist, it was a given that his emotions would appear in his works. They always had. This was the fifth canvas this month with the same destructive pattern though. The intention of something magical started him off eager and ambitious to see it through but it always got lost in the haze of anger, frustration or pain. The canvas mirrored his inner emotions too well.

Jinhwan was close to losing it all.

Earlier this year, things were looking up for him. Jinhwan’s work was featured in magazines and galleries frequently and he had sold many pieces worldwide. He was living the life he had always dreamed of, working day and night to maintain it, creating pieces that spoke of optimism, happiness and bright energy. It was crazy just how quick the fall was though. With success like Jinhwan’s, he garnered attention from other artists, all adopting similar styles. At first, it was respectful, he felt honoured by their pieces.

Until Misa came into the scene. She took his style entirely, copying his iconic looks and promoting them as her own style. Although she was a newer artist to the Korean industry, she had a backing that Jinhwan didn’t.

Money.

When interviewed, she was adamant that others were copying her when in fact, he had never experienced such disrespect from another artist before until she crashed through, taking his art style along with her. And whilst he had been successful in his own right, Misa became the household name. Her artwork appeared in Korean dramas, in variety shows and the entertainment industry as a whole seemed very Misa orientated.

It crushed Jinhwan’s muse when someone called his work Misa-esque.

Since then he had struggled. He tried to find a new style, something that he would fight harder to keep this time around. But day and night passed by, all with the same types of destructive and uninspired work. He had lost his drive to paint with passion and used exertion instead. And whilst it made him feel good, in the end, it only damaged him further. It was self-inflicted torture.

But quitting wasn’t an option for him either. Jinhwan had nothing but his artwork.

Sitting on the floor staring at his latest creation, he felt nothing but despair screaming back at him. He needed help rediscovering his muse.

That help came unexpectedly.

“Open uppppppp!”

Blinking, he looked up from his bowl of cereal and frowned, he wasn’t expecting any visitors today. However, the banging on his gate didn’t stop and he finally stepped outside to check who was there, stopping to grab the clumsily thrown fist before it hit him now that the door was gone. He stared, he knew you.

“Oh! It’s opened!” you enthused, smiling too widely for six in the morning. “I’m so tired.”

“Ah, Y/N-ssi you need to go home.”

You nodded over energetically and then grinned. “I am homeeee.”

“No, you need to go upstairs. Then you’re home,” he corrected, gently turning you to face the steps. Your face scrunched up in disgust and you pointed before shaking your head.

“Ew, no more stairs.”

“Do you want me to get your mother? You seem a little drunk,” he asked and you gasped in horror, grabbing at his shirt to balance as you swayed.

“I’m drunk?!”

“You seem it.”

You thought for a moment. “Oh.”

“Stay here and I’ll get your mother,” he offered again and went to step around you to climb up to your house but you dove too quickly into his yard, giving him some anxiety about you going in there alone. Jinhwan hesitated at the gateway before darting after you, finding you already inside his small home and touching everything.

“Ohhh this is so pretty, what does it do?” you asked when he found you and he gasped, grabbing the trinket from you before you dropped it. This freed up your hands to move on to something else and for a good five minutes, he ran after you as you giggled and explored. And then he’d had enough.

“STOP!” You froze on the spot and turned to stare wide-eyed at him, Jinhwan panting at the outburst. Taking a deep breath, he pointed to the door. “You need to go home, Y/N-ssi.”

“I’m so tired though,” you admitted and moved to his bed in the adjoining room, sprawling out immediately. Jinhwan dropped what he was holding and moved to you frantically, yanking on you to get up. You groaned but it wasn’t long until he heard your snoring.

Sighing heavily, he sat down beside you and wondered if he should just let you rest or not. He was hesitant until you grabbed onto his hand. You clung to him as if you needed him and for the first time since everything had gone wrong, he felt comforted.

He would let you rest.

When you woke, you were in the arms of a man. It was disorientating, your head thumped and you winced when you blinked at the sunlight now filtering directly onto your face. Turning, you buried into his embrace, basking in the warmth of his body.

It was dangerous to enjoy something about someone you didn’t know.

When you lifted your head to examine him, you realised you did know him, a soft gasp falling from your mouth.

He was your neighbour.

Jinhwan wasn’t someone you spent a lot of time with. He seemed to like being by himself but he was usually pleasant to converse with if you met on the steps outside his house, and you always felt like there was more you wanted to learn about him.

Had you done so whilst intoxicated? You were thankfully still decently clothed but his shirt was missing. It bothered you that you had no memory of getting here.

Yet there was another part of you that didn’t care either. He felt protective. You were safe.

What you had tried to drink away was the one thing you did remember, the sounds of wedding bells still ringing in your ears as you watched him smile at his bride and not at you.

Why you had even gone to your first love’s wedding, you weren’t sure. But it was obvious just how alone you were in the world, everyone around you all happy being loved up. You wanted someone to love you too but you were too busy looking after your ailing mother and trying to keep writing in between. Your work suffered because you were exhausted and too stuck in routine. Even your imagination held no excitement these days, dreaming of the life you were living every day over and over.

So to end up in Jinhwan’s arms was somewhat of a welcomed break from the daily ritual.

All the same you, couldn’t keep laying here. It was no doubt late into the afternoon with how the sun was blazing through his pathetic excuse of curtains, and your mother would no doubt be worried. Gently easing yourself out of his arms, you left him a note before you left the house, heading up to check on your mother. She was asleep herself and when she did wake up, she was too out of it to realise you had been gone all night and morning long.

You were tired of not being considered by anyone.

Later that evening, you made your way back down to Jinhwan’s home, knocking on his gate and hoping he was in still. The lights were on, but no one answered. Feeling strangely confident, you entered the yard and gently called out at the opened front door, stepping up into his home. You heard faint music but nothing else and hesitated, half wondering if he would consider you an intruder after how intimate it felt when you woke up. But you were too far in already and the meal you had portioned up for him was hotter the longer you held onto the container so you stepped in, calling out his name a few times. You placed the food down on his kitchen counter, tsking a little at the state of his home. You clearly hadn’t noticed that when you were leaving earlier on. Just as you were about to clean up out of habit, you heard a cough behind you and spun around, lifting your hand up in greeting awkwardly.

It felt odd to look at him now, with a shirt on; the stains of paint on his fingers that you were certain weren’t there when you roused earlier. Your own cheeks were painted pink under his gaze and you chewed your lip momentarily until you remembered why you were there. “Ah! I made you dinner.”

“I thought I smelt something delicious,” he mentioned, his eyes not leaving yours. It made you wonder if it was the food or you he was referring to. He finally looked away and smiled at the food. “Bulgogi?”

“It was something quick to make,” you mentioned, gesturing to the food in an awkward manner. “To say thank you and sorry.”

“It’s me who should thank you,” he mentioned and you frowned, your mind rolling back to the afternoon. His shirtless body reappeared and you swallowed, wondering if you did something about how lonely you felt. You clasped your head, it hurt trying to remember everything. Jinhwan grinned. “Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything much.”

“Much?” you repeated and it was his turn to seem shy, your eyes intently watching as he played with his lips nervously. You stared at them for the longest moment until you gasped, you were certain you had kissed them.

He noticed your realisation. “You told me I was the best kisser you’ve ever met. I’m flattered.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be,” he assured you, smiling before popping some of the food into his mouth. He pointed his chopsticks at you. “This is amazing.”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you, I went to a wedding yesterday and-”

“It was uh, me who kissed you.”

You blinked.

“You kept saying about how no one liked you or saw anything in you. I know I shouldn’t have since you were drunk but I could tell you really believed that. It’s not true, you’re beautiful, Y/N. Those people, they don’t deserve someone like you.”

“And you do?” you blurted out, shaking your hand to instantly refute your insinuation.

“I’ve always liked you but I didn’t want to make us awkward neighbours if I messed up.”

His confession confused you. How would he mess up? It seemed unlikely. Jinhwan was handsome, thoughtful and kind. Originally he had seemed aloof but you had quickly realised he was just anxious around strangers, his warm personality making you smile every time. It made you edge closer as if you would find something to dislodge your otherwise positive thoughts of him. You washed your eyes over him, his body wasn’t too defined but he wasn’t slight either and his arms were your favourite. You glanced at his hands and instinctively took one, smiling at the speckles of paint. You were both artists in your own ways; he could draw what you wrote with words. His hands were important to him. As you glanced up into his eyes, you realised he was doing his own silent evaluation and was closer than he had been before too. Who had moved? Was it you or had he wanted to get into your space again, remembering how good you felt in his arms too?

“You needed me,” he mentioned softly and you nodded. It was true, drunk or not, you had felt comfortable enough to rest in his arms. And when you woke up, you weren’t upset. You had relied on him and he had taken care of you. Jinhwan smiled. “I needed you too.”

“Were you lonely?” He smiled and reached to brush the hair away from your face. His hand then fell to your cheek and you smiled, relishing in his touch. It seemed to signal a desire that both of you were feeling and he shifted so his body was pressing into yours, making you eye his lips hungrily.

He smirked. “Are you just going to stare?”

Your lips crashed onto his and it was an instant eruption, your hands went to his neck and his were around your waist whilst his lips kissed you with such a demand you hadn’t ever experienced before. Movements became heated and soon you were shedding layers, gasping when his hands found your bra clasps and fumbled to undo them. It made you reach around to help him after you had removed his shirt, panting a little at how fast this was going. You blinked a few times as he stared at you, his lips full from the kisses already.

“What?” he asked and you smiled, letting your bra fall down from your body. His eyes struggled to maintain your gaze, inching down to soak in your skin and yet it was as if he hadn’t received your permission yet. You glanced around you and noticed his meal, stupidly considering the food you had made him.

“Weren’t you hungry?”

He took you back in his arms then, his hands shaky until he clasped at your hips. He licked his lips and he looked entirely starved. “I have to focus on this hunger first.”

His lips were back on yours, dragging you towards the bed in his home, removing the remnants of both your clothing before feasting on your body entirely.

Jinhwan sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, watching as you slept again. He hadn’t meant for the lovemaking session to last so long but when you fell asleep against him whilst talking about everything that had been happening between you both, he didn’t want to disturb you to send you home. He had gotten another neighbour to check on your mother and when he heard she was fine, he allowed you to rest for as long as you needed. You were exhausted.

He could tell your tiredness wasn’t just from how much energy you had both used up in getting to know each other intimately but from the way you were living your life. It wasn’t easy for you, nursing your mother whilst you were so young and otherwise alone. He had often helped you when he could but it was never enough and it was apparent you were getting further out of touch with the world, your writing no doubt being your only friend these days. He knew that feeling and hoped you hadn’t been facing the same torture from your creative medium as he had.

It was funny how clarity arrived when he held you in his arms. When you had kissed him back the night before, he knew he loved you. It didn’t feel like he was using you for his own needs and even after sleeping with one another, it felt natural to consider you as his kindred spirit, as someone who was walking a similar path in this cruel world. Your sombre appearance matched his, even if you both attempted to hide it from one another behind your smiles. It made him realise he could smile at you with all his emotions showing and you would relate.

It had been this that spurred him to reach for his sketch pad and pencil, drawing you in the way he saw you. He showed your exhaustion in the drawing but focused more on your restrained potential, the beauty that you held on the inside. Of course, to him you were beautiful on the outside too but your heart and mind, they had him truly captivated. By the time he was almost done you had stirred, blinking a couple of times before finding him at the end of the bed.

You sat up and pulled the blankets up with you, giving him an inquisitive look. “What are you doing?”

“Drawing.”

“Me?” He nodded and you gasped, your hand flying to your hair.

Jinhwan chuckled. “Your hair looks worse now that you’re not pressed into the pillows.”

“Oh my god, you need to stop!”

“No.”

“Show me then,” you bartered and he sighed, turning the artwork to face you. For a moment you stared quietly and then you smiled. “That’s not me.”

“Who is it then?” he wondered, looking back at the composition. He smiled; this was the first piece of artwork he could truly appreciate since everything went downhill.

“She’s too beautiful to be me,” you uttered and he dropped the pad, crawling up to your side and smiled at you.

“You look like that to me.”

“Worthy of something so wonderful?” you questioned and Jinhwan nodded. “It’s your love drunk state from what we got up to last night.”

“No, you’ve always looked like this to me,” he reiterated and kissed you tenderly, your eyes dropping to the sketch when he pulled away.

“Really?”

“You inspired me to draw again,” he told you and you smiled, cupping his face in your hands.

“I dreamed of you.”

“We need each other,” he surmised and you nodded earnestly, reaching for his lips again. After several kisses, he picked up the sketch pad to finish his drawing as you settled into his arms. You watched quietly and he felt inspired whilst holding you, focusing on your heart he had drawn through your chest, shading it lightly before he held up the sketch.

“Will I get to be your model more often?” you asked softly and he kissed your shoulder and hummed positively.

“This is the first piece I’ve completed in three months without hiding it behind a wall of whatever I felt. This is the first time I’ve seen my subject remain visible.”

“I’ve thought of something to write into my next chapter of my book,” you told him and he smiled, kissing your shoulder again.

“We’re re-inspired now.”

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night of my life~ tyler joseph x reader (PART FOUR)

~about two months later~

your p.o.v.

today’s the day.

you and tyler still hadn’t exactly become official yet, but if people were to observe all your texts and face times, they would probably assume you two were already a couple. you text each other daily and face time when you can, whether that be after a show, first thing in the morning, or even in the middle of the night.

meanwhile sam and josh were out here calling each other babe every single second they’d talk. yes, they did indeed become an item about a month after they met. and you’d be telling such a big fat white lie if you said they aren’t cute together. you want desperately to see them together in person. whenever you watch sam talking to him over the phone, she just sounds and looks so happy.

all sam wants now is for you and tyler to finally become a thing. you do too, but at the same time you’re a little unsure, and you can tell tyler feels the same way about it. so until then, the two of you remain...friends with benefits? you don’t exactly know how to put it.

change of topic; you and sam have talked about the idea before and are really sold on it, so you two decided to surprise the boys by...

moving to columbus, ohio.

and today is the day.

however, sam really wanted josh to know, so you caved and said that it was fine if she told him. so about a week ago, she facetimed him with you, and the two of you together broke the news to him. his smile was the biggest you had ever seen it before. the three of you planned it all out quickly. he gave you his and tyler’s apartment address so you knew where to go.

today’s the day.

the two of you are currently on a plane to columbus, and your excitement and nerves are overwhelmingly strong. it’s only been an hour, so you have roughly one more hour to go before you land at the airport. you and sam are sharing a pair of earbuds and jamming out to, yes, twenty one pilots.

“girl are you ready?” sam asks you with excitement. “heck yeah! i’ve been ready ever since we told josh!!” you answer enthusiastically. sam sighs like a teenage girl in love. “i can’t wait to finally see him again after two whole months.” she smiles up at the ceiling. you laugh. “and i can’t wait to see you and josh being a couple in real life, not just over a screen.” you joke. well, only partially.

“(y/n) when do you think tyler will finally ask you to be his girlfriend? you guys practically act like a couple already, why not just make it official?” she ponders. you sigh before responding. “i don’t know. i think i’m fine with the idea, but it’s really up to him. i don’t know how he feels about it yet, but i’ll probably ask him about it later.” you explain to her. she nods.

“yeah, i understand that. anyway, guess what? only about 45 more minutes till we land!” she says in a sing-song voice. you smile. as the two of you continue to jam.

today’s the day.

~~~~~~~~~

when you guys land at the airport, you get a text from tyler.

tyjo: hey (y/n)

tyjo: josh is ignoring me, he’s talking to sam :(

you smile and quickly type a reply.

(y/n): hey ty. yeah, they can be like that sometimes. did you guys make it back yet?

tyjo: actually no. our flight was delayed, so we’re a little behind schedule.

(y/n): aw, that sucks. i’m sorry about that. how long until you land, do you know?

tyjo: i think it should be about a half hour more. so not too bad.

(y/n): oh well that’s good. hey, what are some cool things to do in columbus? (my aunt is visiting for couple days and asked me if i knew anyone who lived there)

tyjo: oh there’s lots of stuff. my personal favorite place to go is either taco bell or chipotle.

(y/n): ...that’s just food tyler

tyjo: ...your point is?

(y/n): whatever, i’m sure she’ll be fine with food recommendations alone.

tyjo: of course she will. it’s food.

(y/n): alright, well sam and i are gonna go head over to torchy’s for dinner. i’ll text you later!

tyjo: tAKE ME WITH YOU

(y/n): i’m afraid i cannot, sorry:(

tyjo: you’re mean :(

tyjo: but i guess i’ll let you go now

tyjo: i care about you

tyjo: like, a lot

(y/n): aw you’re such a romantic tyler

(y/n): but, you’re my favorite person in the whole world

tyjo: :)

(y/n): :)

you put your phone away and then to sam. “tyler said chipotle and taco bell.” you tell her flatly. she makes a face. “ew why taco bell? let’s get chipotle. and you know what? we’re gonna be nice and get them some food as well. i’ll ask josh what their favorite meals are.”

~~~~~~~~~

you guys stall at chipotle for ten more minutes while you wait for josh to tell sam that they’ve made it home.

you hold the bag up to your nose and take a big whiff of the wondrous smell. “ugh remind me again why we have to wait for them to eat this? i’m starvingggg.” you groan. sam smirks. “well we wanna eat lunch together with them, right?” you sigh. “yeah i guess we do.” she laughs at your impatient-ness.

after a couple more minutes, sam’s phone goes off. she checks it and gasps with a smile. “they’re home!” she says excitedly. you jump up. “yes! now we can finally eat this amazingness!!” you say as the two of you rush out the doors.

sam scrolls up on her conversation with josh to find his address. the two of you are just chattering the whole way there, almost unable to contain yourselves.

you turn onto the street their apartment complex is on, and the nerves hit you. it suddenly gets harder to breathe because you’re kind of just now actually realizing that you’re going to see tyler again after over two months.

“this is the building!” sam announces cheerily. you two enter and go up to the second floor in search of room 211. the elevator opens and the first room you see is 219. sam shrugs. “i guess theirs is all the way down the hall.

218.

217.

216.

215.

you press your hands against your thighs to try and stop their shaking.

213.

212.

you look across the way from room 212 and the number on the wall by the door almost lose your breath completely.

room 211.

sam is almost bursting at the seams with excitement as she knocks on the door. not four seconds later does the door open to reveal a very happy josh. sam practically lunges at her boyfriend, jumping onto him. he catches her and picks her up, rushing out into the hallway and spinning her a couple times. you decide that this moment is too cute and you wanna get a picture. you happen pull your phone out at the right time, because when josh stops spinning her, he kisses her. it takes everything in you not to squeal. after all, this is their first kiss.

you look at the picture you got. josh is picking her up, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. sam’s feet are off the ground and her arms are thrown around his neck, both of them smiling brightly against one another’s lips.

he sets her down gently and hugs her for roughly ten seconds. when they finally pull back, josh turns to you with a smile. “tyler’s in his room if you wanna go scare him. it’s the door to the left by the way.” he says before pressing one final kiss to sam’s cheek. “alright, thanks! and so good to see you after so long!” you say before entering. “i know, it’s been way too long.” josh replies as he and sam follow you into the apartment room.

you wander off to the two small bedrooms. you stop and point at the door on the left and look at josh with a questioning expression. he chuckles and nods, affirming that indeed, that is the room. you nod slowly and turn the knob, entering the room.

you turn around once you close the door, and your eyes immediately fall on him. he’s unpacking his bags still, but it looks like he’s almost done. “who was it?” he asks as he grabs a shirt out of his bag, probably assuming you’re josh. you hold back a laugh.

“oh, just some girl. she keeps claiming she knows you, but i’m not sure.” you say with a smirk, taking a few steps forward. he immediately stops what he’s doing at the sound of your voice and spins around quickly to face you. his mouth drops open and his hand comes up to cover it briefly. “no way...” he says quietly, a huge smile making its way onto his face. you put your hands behind your back as a giddy smile takes over you.

“oh my god.” he mumbles before he runs forward to you, dropping the shirt on the ground. he crashes into you, causing you to stumble back a few steps. he’s hugging you so tightly, you don’t think it’s possible to get any closer to someone. you hug him back with equal pressure, glad to finally be in his arms again after two extremely long months.

“i missed you so much you don’t even know.” he mumbles into your hair. “well, i might have an idea.” you reply. he pulls back with the biggest smile you’ve seen from him yet. his hands slide up to the sides of your face and he just looks at you. you can’t help but smile as you feel yourself explode with happiness.

he laughs, one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard. “you’re so pretty.” he says, resting his forehead against yours. you laugh as well, but sarcastically. “me? i literally haven’t done anything with my hair today, and i’m just in a hoodie and jeans.” you bring up.

“so? that doesn’t make a difference.” he assures sweetly as he pushes some of your hair behind your ear. the two of you stand there for a few seconds more just looking at each other. tyler looks so happy right now, you wish you could snap a picture or something and save the expression on his forever. his seemingly eternal smile is still plastered on his face, and his eyes are shining with pure joy. in one swift movement, tyler moves one of his hands to the back of your head and presses his lips to yours.

oh my god he’s kissing me. tyler joseph is kissing me. you feel your heart jump in your chest before speeding up to 10000 beats a second, your face heating up quickly at this newfound feeling.

he breaks the kiss shortly and laughs again, touching his nose to yours in the cutest way possible. “i love you (y/n).” he mumbles softly. your heart jumps. you never thought you’d hear him say those words, especially to you. “i love you too tyler.” you say before burying your face into his shirt.

“okay i still have one question though.” he says, making you lift up your head and look up at him again. “hm?” “how are you here?” he asks. “don’t get me wrong, this is the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time, but i’m just extremely confused.” he explains. you laugh and grab his hand to lead him out of the room. “c’mon, we’ll explain over lunch.”

“we?” he says before spotting josh and sam, who are throwing m&m’s into each other’s mouths. how long they’ve been at this, who knows.

“ohhh. you came here with her.” tyler says in realization as the two of you approach them. sam is about to throw one into josh’s mouth before she stops and looks at tyler. “yes, and ‘her’ does have a name tyler.” sam says sassily before aiming to throw her m&m. tyler lets go of your hand and crosses his arms over his chest. “i am aware of that, samantha ann williams.” tyler states snarkily as sam launches her m&m. but his statement shocked her so bad that it caused her arm to jerk, throwing her aim off course. the m&m went flying and landed on the ground, bouncing its way to josh’s feet.

josh gasps and doubles over in laughter while sam gapes, turning to tyler. “how-” “(y/n) tells me all the things, don’t worry.” tyler smirks in victory and glances at you. he walks over to the counter and grabs the bag of m&m’s, closing it and putting it away. “alright game over. there’s food and i wanna eat it.”

josh and sam whine, but comply shortly after, because who turns down food? that’s right, no one.

~~~~~~~~~

the four of you talk for hours while eating, playing mario kart, and moving bags into certain rooms. josh moves his stuff into tyler’s room so you and sam could have his.

eventually josh gets hungry again, so you all decide to head to a nearby fair and have some fun.

josh saw one of those rip off games and claimed he could beat tyler. tyler immediately took him up on the challenge and they played about five rounds. while they were doing that, you and sam went and got yourselves some cotton candy for enjoyment since you guys practically rode all the rides already. well, at least all the crazy ones.

the boys came back after about five minutes, tyler with a victorious smirk victorious and josh pouting, giving away who won and who lost. you laugh at the sight along with sam, who steps forward and loops her and through josh’s as you four start walking. “aw you poor baby. i think i know what’ll cheer you up though. how about a ride on the ferris wheel?” sam offers. josh’s face lights up immediately. “yES LET’S GO!” he yells as he starts running, pulling sam by the hand.

you laugh at their cuteness as tyler slings his left arm around your shoulders. you smile at him and reach up to grab his hand, lacing your fingers through his and laying your head on his shoulder as you walk. “gosh, i still can’t believe you’re here.” he says, looking at you with the most loving of heart eyes. “honestly i can’t either.” you reply with a smile.

“soooo you wanna go with them?” he says as you two walk in the general direction the other couple went. “well, i personally am not a big fan of heights, but i’m sure i’ll be fine if you’re there with me.” you say, wrapping an arm around tyler’s waist. “are you sure? you don’t have to, you know. i was just asking.” he looks down at you, his eyebrows raised slightly. you nod. “yeah i’m sure.” he smiles. “well then what are we waiting for?” he says with a smile that shows his cute teeth.

he laughs and runs off, you hot on his trail. soon you get close enough to where you’re able to grab his hand and let him pull you along the pavement under the evening sky. he slows down when you guys approach josh and sam, who are talking excitedly about something. luckily no one had gotten in line after them yet, so you and tyler were able to talk to them while waiting.

once they board their little cart, you watch as it goes up and up to the very top, and you realize just how high this thing really is. maybe you should have thought about this a little more carefully. your hand tightens around tyler’s, and he looks at you with concern. “hey, we can still step outta line if you don’t wanna do this (y/n).” he says as he places his hands on your shoulders. you give a half smile. “no i’m good, i can do this.” you half lie, trying to convince both tyler and yourself of that statement.

“alright. but if you do get scared, don’t worry. i’ll be right beside you the whole way.” he gives the smallest, cutest reassuring smile. “thanks ty.”

the two of you step into your cart and await the start. you grab tyler’s hand immediately when you feel it start moving. “if you ever need to, just close your eyes or look at me. if you’re not looking at the ground, you won’t feel as scared.” you nod and lay your head down on his shoulder as he pulls you closer to him. you mentally kick yourself for coming up here. “why did i want to do this?” you groan. you feel tyler chuckle against you. “well you didn’t exactly tell me why, you just said you’d do it.”

“oh.” was all you could say to that. god, you can be so dumb sometimes, can’t you? “i personally love scaring myself, so i’ll always climb the tallest thing possible solely for the thrill.” he starts talking. you laugh. “i’m not surprised actually, that sounds exactly like you. you’re the biggest daredevil i’ve ever seen.” you say, looking up at him with a smile.

he laughs and plants a kiss on your cheek. “you’re adorable (y/n).” he says, captivating you as his eyes linger on yours for a duration of time. the cart stops abruptly, snapping you out of your trance and back into the reality of fear as your eyes make their way to the ground which is very, very far below you. “oh my god we’re so high up right now. is it getting hard to breathe or is it just me?” you say as you mildly start hyperventilating.

“hey, hey don’t look down, look out.” tyler tells you in a soothing manner as he takes your hands in his and gestures with his eyes the view around you. you do as he says and take a look at the world around you from this height. you notice all the lights from the rides shining, their bright neon colors contrasting the dark night sky. you see a few stars shining, their natural light fighting to be seen against the fluorescent fair lights. you soon feel a smile within you begin to surface as your anxiety washes away.

“can-...can i ask you something?” tyler says quietly. you turn your gaze away from the beauty and back onto him. “yeah go ahead.” tyler looks down for a moment. “would you ever...want to be my girlfriend? like w- would that ever be something you’d consider?” he stutters out timidly, looking back up at you with those adorable eyes you’ve grown so fond of.

you smile so big, you’re afraid it might consume the entirety of your face. “it would. why do you ask?” he mirrors your smile and runs a hand through his hair quickly. “i was just wondering, because i wanted to ask you tonight, if- if maybe you wanted to...y’know..be my girlfriend.” he looks down as he slowly manages to get the sentence out, soon meeting your eyes again. the vibrant lights from all around reflect off of his eyes beautifully, making this moment all the better.

you laugh and bring his face closer to yours. “of course i do tyler.” his smile increases as he presses his lips to yours for the second time today. you don’t know how on earth you managed to win this amazing boy over, but you did somehow. and boy are you grateful.

“wooOOOOOOOOO GET IT YOU TWO!”

you and tyler break apart at the sudden outburst and look down at the source. you see sam and josh in their cart, two spaces away from yours, clapping, whistling, and cheering. you groan and lean your head on tyler’s chest. he sighs in disappointment and shouts back down at them. “you guys do know that wasn’t our first kiss, right?”

sam’s eyes widen and she gasps loudly. “(Y/N) (L/N) WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” she yells up at you. her comment sends you laughing as their commotion below continues. tyler smiles. “just ignore them. they’ll stop eventually.” he says as he captures your lips once more.

maybe it was a good idea you decided to come up here. the feeling of his lips on yours really wakes you up mentally, reminding you that this is where you were meant to be, that this is right.

this is home.

~end:)))) <3

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Zutara Week 2017: Fire Lady

Another year, another Zutara Week, another set of oneshots for my ZKWeek story A Life, Together, which you can find in its entirety here.

This year is the same as last year, with a new story being added to it every day - hopefully this is the start of a tradition!

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ZKWeek Day 1: Fire Lady Words: 1463 Read it on AO3

There was a time, not so long ago, when waterbending brought Katara nothing but pleasure. The knowledge that she had risen to mastery in just a few short months, coupled with the sinuous push and pull of her element, the flowing rhythms of her qi, made her daily practice a delight. In the eerie tranquillity of Ba Sing Se and through the stressful days cooped up at the Western Air Temple, it had been a balm, and even here, in the Fire Nation, waterbending by the turtle-duck pond was once an activity solely for her enjoyment.

Now, however, she can feel the hostile eyes on her back, can almost hear the whispering behind pale hands that follows her everywhere. Each move she makes is a political statement about who she is and what she intends to be. After all, the scandalised ministers proclaim, nobody ever heard of the Fire Lady being a waterbender. Part of her enjoys flaunting her powers, just to irk them with her presence. These old men who dragged the war on for their own profit, who remained too shrewd to be discarded in favour of more progressive minds. They’ve made an art of pestering Zuko, running him in circles, and this is the only diplomatic form of petty revenge she can take.

Still, she misses the anonymity she had before she and Zuko announced their engagement.

She’s getting married. Growing up, Katara had never had time to think about marriage, let alone the person who might one day be her partner, because the only other person her age left in the village was Sokka, and even thinking about it… ew. And then there was the war and the avatar and the mission to save the world, and since then it’s been one thing and another, perhaps a destiny she’s been running from all along. She still doesn’t know how to feel about it.

That last part isn’t entirely true, she chides herself as she sweeps into Pentapus Stance. She loves Zuko, and the thought of marrying him, being joined to him as Tui and La are joined in the heavens, makes her giddy in a way she doesn’t have words to describe. No, it’s the enemies they’ve made along the way that has her worried, the conservative factions in court, the warmongers, whispers of a group calling themselves the Talons that stir in the underbelly of the city.

All these thoughts cloud her mind, however, and make the water shiver between her arms, so she forces them away. There’s a change in the air behind her. She allows herself a grin, but doesn’t pause the flow of energy from one hand to another as she hears Zuko settle into the roots of the gingko-willow by the pond. He always has had a knack for turning up when she least expects it.

She rises into her final stance and sends the water back into the pool, opens her eyes. Zuko smirks at her, though she can’t tell whether the appreciation in his gaze is for her figure or for the show of bending skill. Perhaps for him, respect and desire go hand in hand.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says. “I was rather enjoying that.”

She flips her hair over one shoulder and steps into the cooling shade of the willow. “It’s getting too hot. Besides, I’ve been told it’s the height of impropriety to turn your back on the Fire Lord.”

With a low chuckle, he grabs for her hand and pulls her into his lap, onlookers be damned, and presses a kiss to her temple. She leans into the gesture, tilting her head in an open invitation he all too gladly accepts, leaving a trail of soft lips and nipping teeth down the length of her neck, little kisses that trace a line he knows off by heart. Her giggles turn breathy when he laps at the sweat beaded on her collarbone.

“Don’t tell me you came out here just to have your way with me,” she says.

“No,” Zuko replies, “but maybe you can take me inside later and have your way with me.” Tucking his arms around her waist, he leaves off his teasing and nuzzles deeper into the scent of her hair. “I found something I wanted to show you.”

“Oh?”

It’s black silk bundle embroidered with phoenixes and pomegranates, the golden thread under-sewn with a rainbow of other colours that spark when the light catches them. For a few moments Katara simply stares at the craftsmanship, still overawed that such regalia can exist when she grew up in a world where beauty came only second to necessity. But Zuko is waiting for her to open it, so she delicately unknots the twined silk cords that hold it closed, and peels back the protective folds of material to reveal a necklace made of gold-chased jade beads, simple enough to look at, but very finely made. With Zuko’s help, she lifts it from its wrappings and lays it against her neck, holding it in place so he can fasten the clasp to keep it there. For a while they sit, admiring the lightness of the green stone against the dusky shade of her skin.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmurs eventually.

“It was my mother’s.”

Katara’s eyes snap to his. “Your -? Zuko, are you sure you want me to have this? I…”

“She would have wanted you to have it,” he informs her, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “And I for one think it looks better on you than gathering dust in the family vault.”

“You know, you’re still having trouble with those compliments,” she teases.

“Pesky things,” he answers. “But I am getting better at them, oh most radiant blossom of my life.”

“That’s just overkill.”

Their fingers trace absent patterns along each other, their silence filled by the splashing of the fountain and the cheeping of the turtleducklings as they hunted for insects.

“I wish I could have met her,” Katara voices eventually, though she doesn’t add all the questions she would ask, all the doubts she might share only with another woman who knew what it was like to be treated more like an icon in a temple than a person.

Zuko squeezes her hand. “She would have loved you.” He plants another kiss to the temple.

“The ministers don’t seem to think so.” The words are bitter. She can’t help it. “They’ve found a new sport in making comparisons between now and ‘the good old days’.” When the fire lady was everything she was supposed to be. Zuko tenses beside her, but he says nothing. He knows better than most that she needs to let out the things she been bottling up, without judgement, and only strokes her back, calm, long passes from shoulder to waist and back.

“Are we doing the right thing?” she asks, when she finally musters her courage. “I’m still worried it’s a step too far, too soon. It’s not that long ago our nations were at war with each other.”

“Katara.” Zuko’s voice is firm and warm, like the soft light of embers. “Listen to me. You will be an amazing Fire Lady. You’re not my mother, but then, the Fire Nation back then was a very different place.” For a moment, his expression darkens, and she brushes a gentle hand against his scar, still grieving for him, still angry for what his father did.

“There’s nobody better suited. You’re already my partner –” kiss to her cheek – “my advisor –” to her forehead – “the love of my life.” The final kiss is delivered to the tip of her nose, and it makes her chuckle. “This is just going to make everyone else in the world know that. But…” And here, his voice drops, and because he treasures her, “If you’re having second thoughts, if you want to –”

“No!” There’s never been a decision she’s more sure of than wanting to be his wife. She takes his face in both her hands, turns it to stare him straight in the eye. “Zuko, I am marrying you. I said yes, and I don’t regret saying yes, not for a minute. And that’s not just out of spite for all those crusty old men who like to grumble every time I walk into a room.”

His grin comes back. “Well, I’m glad we cleared that up.”

She laughs again, sighs as she rests her forehead against his. It will be hard, she knows, but she’s blazed a trail before, and they’ve come through worse.

“I’m just worried.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“Good.” And he takes gentle hold of her chin and angles her head so he can kiss her properly, propriety be damned.

[thepatricktreestump]

So Close: Andy Hurley fanfiction

Y/N: Sorry for all the smut lately, like I said, I’ve got a heck ton of smut requests in the box!!! Just going in order and trying my best to crank them out for y’all! Also I’m sorry this took such a long time. I love you guys! xoxo

Anonymous said: Could you please write an Andy Hurley smut where he's feeling extremely insecure because no matter what he does because he can't get the reader to cum. So he goes out of his way to show the reader how good he really is ;), but some real fluffiness at the end with cuddles. Female reader please. Thank you! I love your blog.

*female reader smut

Cup of coffee on the table, dressed in comfy clothes, scrolling through the social media on your phone, your thoughts lingered elsewhere. It was a Friday morning, you had a day off work, and you planned on spending it lounging around the apartment, listening to some music from one of your favorite chill playlists, hopefully just relaxing and unwinding for the weekend. Your boyfriend Andy was out at the gym for the morning which meant you were left alone, enjoying a nice warm shower alone, making homemade coffee just the way you liked it, however unable to concentrate. Last night was the first night you and your boyfriend had sex together, and although it was amazing, it wasn’t quite the way you had both expected. After almost an hour of teasing and kisses and fingering and eating you out and then fucking you, he couldn’t get you to cum. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to. Hell, you were trying so hard, but for some reason you couldn’t. And the two of you, although pushing the fact aside and deciding to make out before falling asleep in each other’s arms, couldn’t quite seem to figure out who was to be held responsible. It wasn’t horrible, you loved every second of it, but you could tell he was somewhat disappointed, unsure whether it was in himself or you.

He opened up the door, probably home from his daily work out, and jolted you awake from your thoughts. “Hey babe,” you plastered on a smile. “How’d it go?”

“Great,” he grinned, walking over to you and giving you a hug.

“Ew you’re all gross and sweaty,” you joked.

“I can make you all gross and sweaty too,” he smirked. “If you’d like that.”

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Definitely,” he chuckled. “Come here, baby.”

“If you say so,” you grin, kissing him on the lips, watching as he dropped his sports bag on the floor to wrap his arms around your waist. His tongue slipped into your mouth, your hands sliding down his chest, subconsciously tracing the outline of his tattoos. His fingers crawled underneath your t-shirt, moving higher and higher, breaking the kiss to tug it up off your head before reconnecting your lips, his hands gravitating towards your breasts, slipping his hands under your bra and massaging them softly.

“Andy,” you moaned his name and he squeezed harder, his thumbs brushing across your nipples as your hands trailed down to the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down his legs and grazing your fingers over his crotch. He was growing hard already. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer to you, pressing his body against yours, and he tossed off your bra, pressing his hands against your back and sliding his tongue against yours. You tugged down his underwear and he slid off your panties and sweats in one swift motion, making you gasp. Noticing you were both naked now, he smirked, pulling away from the kiss and his lips curling into a smile.

“Are you hot and sweaty now?” he chuckled. “Come on, I think we could both use a shower.”

“More,” you begged, pulling his head back closer to yours for a kiss. “I want more.”

“I have to go to the studio soon baby,” he shook his head but you stared up at him with pleading eyes. “Well I guess we have some time, I mean…” You bit your lower lip and softened your expression, knowing he was going to give in right away. “You know what? Fuck it.” He kissed you again, this time with twice as much ferocity, picking you up and setting you on the couch underneath him, his erection brushing up against your stomach, only turning both of you on even more.

“Let me on top,” you whispered, and he nodded slowly, flipping over so you were laying on top of him, trailing kisses from his chest down lower until you placed your lips at his cock, licking from down to up, positioning your hands at his hips as you took him into your mouth, watching him start to shake underneath you as your tongue circled around his head.

“Dammit baby,” he groaned, slowly grabbing fistfuls of your hair and sinking deeper into your mouth, your tongue sliding up and down his shaft. “You’re so good.” You bobbed your head several times before pulling away, licking your lips and crawling back on top of him, taken by surprise when he started to flip you over again so you were on the bottom.

“Shit,” you mumbled, his mouth on your neck as he reached two fingers down to brush past your folds, sliding past your wetness and fingering you for a moment before drawing them out and sucking on them, closing his eyes.

“You’re so sweet and tight, baby,” he sighed. “And so fucking wet. I’d love to get inside you right now.”

“Then do it,” you urged. “I want to feel you.”

“You sure?” he raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want me to finger you nice and slow first?”

“I want you to fuck me,” you begged. “I need you inside me.”

“Say no more,” he smirked, pushing into you and watching as a moan escaped your mouth. “You like that, huh?”

“I fucking love it,” you responded, pulling him even deeper before he began to thrust into you at a slow pace, sighs and moans spilling from your mouth. “Oh fuck, Andy.”

“Come on baby,” he urged, starting to go quicker. “You going to cum for me?”

You nodded your head, trying to catch your breath as he thrust into you, and you tried to cum, you were close, but you couldn’t seem to do it. “Fuck,” you bit down on your lower lip, rolling your hips up to meet his every time, but still not able to quite get there.

“I’m almost there,” he panted out, still sliding in and out of you. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“I’m trying,” you barely whispered, cheeks reddening as he quickened his pace and came, making you gasp, but still unable to orgasm. After a couple more minutes of fucking you, he finally gave up, pulling out and closing his eyes. You swallowed uncomfortably as he wrapped you in his arms. You laid there in silence for a couple moments before Andy took a deep breath.

“Am I doing something wrong?” he murmured.

“What?” you softened your eyes. “No, no, baby, you’re not doing anything wrong.”

“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“You do,” you insisted, looking up at him. “I love you. I love everything about you, especially the sex. Okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. “I just want to get you to orgasm.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured. “We’ll get there, it just takes time.”

“Okay,” he gave a defeated sigh. “Um, I think I’m going to go take a shower.”

“You want me to join?” you suggested, but he shook his head.

“I have to be at the studio in ten minutes,” he argued, unwrapping his arms from around you and getting up off the couch, scooping up his clothes and handing you yours. “It’s fine, it’s got to be quick.”

“Oh, okay,” you replied, staring at him for a moment before sliding on your underwear. “Uh, have fun.” When Andy left for the studio, you sat home and tried to think it over. What were you doing wrong? It wasn’t like you hadn’t been able to cum before. You closed your eyes, embarrassed at your failure, and let out a low sigh. Maybe you were right, it just took time.

And while it did take time, you had no idea how much time it would take. It seemed like no matter what happened, you couldn’t cum to save your life when having sex with Andy. He tried eating you out after coming home from the studio, fucking you again later that night, and even the next night, and then fingering you before a show… No matter what he did, it seemed like nothing worked. While you blamed yourself, he blamed himself. You tried your hardest and he was giving you plenty of chances, but you just couldn’t, and you didn’t know why. You even went as far as Googling ways to help you orgasm, and Andy even suggested maybe buying a vibrator or something, but you decided against it. You kept saying it just took time, that you’d get there eventually, but you started to doubt yourself. Maybe you just didn’t have the chemistry you thought you did with Andy. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy the sex you had with him, you fucking loved it. You just didn’t know how to finish. And you hated it. It made you embarrassed and guilty, and Andy couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault, no matter how many times you reassured him it wasn’t.

It was couple days later, a large handful of failed attempts come and go, when you were kissing Andy in bed. His shirt was off and so was yours, and you were ready, you had a feeling like this would be the time, that for sure you’d be able to orgasm, but as soon as his lips trailed down your neck, he pulled back, closing his eyes tight and then exhaling slowly, climbing up off of you. “D-did I do something wrong?” you stammered. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I just, um, I don’t know.”

“Andy-” you tried to grab his arm but he shrugged it off, sitting on his side of the bed and burying his face in his arms. “Baby, it’s not your fault. Come on, please. Let’s try again.”

“I don’t know,” he whispered.

“Is it me?” you dared to ask but he instantly shook his head.

“No, it’s not you,” he reassured. “It’s me.”

“That’s not true,” you argued but he just sighed. There were several moments of silence before he slid back underneath the blankets. You tried slipping your arms around his waist but he shook his head and you recoiled your hands, frowning at the way he didn’t want you to touch him. So you slept on your two separate sides of the bed, both of you guilt ridden and confused and exhausted, unable to sleep but not wanting to disturb the uncomfortable silence either, afraid you’d fuck things up even more than they already were.

The next morning you noticed Andy softly snoring beside you, and you decided to wrap your arms around him, kissing his back softly. “Good morning,” he chuckled, turning over and kissing you on the lips. “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“It’s fine,” you answered. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I um, I’m going to go get some breakfast with Pete,” he explained. “I’ll be back in a couple hours. That okay?”

“Yeah, no problem,” you gave a light smile. “I’ll just take a shower and fix up a bowl of cereal. Maybe we can watch Game of Thrones when you come home. I know it’s your favorite.”

“That sounds great,” he nodded. “Don’t start without me.”

“I won’t,” you rolled your eyes, giving him a kiss on the cheek before he rolled out of bed and you closed your eyes, going back to sleep. When you woke up, it was to your phone going off. You yawned, lazily sitting up in bed and grabbing your phone, reading Andy’s name on the screen before picking up. “Hello?” There was nothing. “Hey.” A muffle of voices.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if that would work,” Andy’s distant voice was talking. He probably butt-dialed you. It happened occasionally, usually when his phone was in his pocket and he forgot to turn it off or something.

“Hey Andy,” you laughed, in an attempt to see whether or not he was just stalling. The muffle of voices continued and you shook your head, about to hang up, when something caught your ear.

“Maybe you just don’t fuck her good enough,” a voice suggested. You froze. Did you hear that right?

“Come on Pete,” Andy scoffed. “You know I do.” You swallowed uncomfortably before moving the phone closer to your ear.

“Yeah but I don’t know,” you could practically envision Pete shrugging before taking a sip of his coffee. “What if you’re doing something she doesn’t like?”

“Well I’m sure y/n would tell me,” he replied. “Uh, right?”

They were talking about you. Did Andy set this up? Is that why he and Pete were having breakfast this morning? So they could talk about his sex life? You groaned, almost wishing to hang up the phone, somewhat disappointed that Andy would even stoop down to this level. Then again, you’d probably do the exact same thing in his situation. Pete was practically a sex expert at this point, seeing how many girls he’s gone through in the past couple of months, and you did have to admit, something went wrong along the lines of your relationship with Andy. Maybe Pete had some good advice. You didn’t really know what to think. You reeled yourself back into the situation, deciding to listen in for a little while before hanging up. “Maybe you should try dirty talk,” Pete decided.

“We already do that,” Andy sighed.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t,” Pete chuckled.

“Well we communicate and stuff,” Andy argued. “Sexually.”

“Have you ever called her a slut?” Pete inquired.

“What? No!” Andy instantly retorted. “I would never!”

“I don’t know, some girls like it,” Pete insisted. “They think it’s hot.”

“But she’s not a slut,” Andy protested. You blushed at the thought of him even contemplating the idea. Andy was always so sweet and kind despite his intimidating physical appearance. But perhaps Pete was right. Andy was being too nice and slow in the bedroom, taking too much care, being a little over cautious. Maybe if he just let a little loose, got sort of rough, forgot about the whole gentle thing… I mean, you couldn’t even recall a time that Andy left a hickey on you or scratch marks.

“I know,” Pete groaned. “It’s just a thing I guess.”

You closed your eyes tight, almost unable to keep listening to them go back and forth. “Hey what time is it?” you heard Andy wonder, and you inhaled a sharp breath, knowing he was most likely taking his phone out of his pocket. “Oh shit.”

“Oh shit what?” Pete asked.

“I think I accidentally called y/n,” Andy hissed.

“What do you mean?” Pete laughed. “You fucking butt-dialed her?”

“I think so,” Andy gulped.

“Well put it to your ear! See if she’s listening!” Pete urged. Your heart raced just thinking of what was about to happen. “Uh, hello? Y/n?” You stayed silent. “You there?” No response. “Huh.” He hung up and you exhaled, a huge weight taken off your chest. Maybe he thought it was just a glitch or something. You decided to play it off if he ever asked.

You decided to clear your head, making yourself a bowl of cereal, watching the morning news, taking a warm shower, and then putting on some music, laying down on the couch and scrolling through some old photos on your phone. They were mostly just silly little selfies you took when you were bored, a couple adorable ones of Andy when he wasn’t looking, priceless snapshots of some dinner dates and vacations you had gone on with him, as well as the handful of pictures you managed to get when you went to his shows. That’s when the door swung open and you looked back, shutting off you phone. “Hey there,” you smiled. “How’d breakfast go with Pete?”

“Uh, it was okay,” he nodded nervously.

“Something bothering you?” you inquired, noticing he way his eyes shifted uncomfortably away from yours.

“Nothing,” he reassured.

“You want to watch some Game of Thrones?” you raised an eyebrow, hoping to help relieve the tension in the air.

“Yeah,” he nodded eagerly, relaxing his shoulders and putting a smile on his face. “That sounds great.”

Both of you ended up cuddling on the couch underneath a blanket, binge watching an entire season all day, only getting up to eat ice cream and sandwiches from the kitchen or to go use the bathroom. Occasionally you’d give each other a light kiss on the cheek or lips, or he’d tickle your side teasingly, or even play with your hair as both of your eyes were fixed on the screen. You were starting the next season when Andy’s lips found your neck, and you pretended not to notice, keeping your eyes focused on the screen. His tongue slid against your skin and you shivered, still trying to ignore him but his hands gripped your hips, and shifted you onto his lap, and you could feel the hard on underneath his shorts. “Andy,” you whispered his name in a low voice. “Come on, we’re watching the show.”

“Hmm?” he hummed against your skin, lips trailing down your neck, sucking hard and probably leaving marks. He had never done something like this before, and you could tell this entire persona was new, the whole dominant side, especially by the way he gripped your hips and began to rock his erection back and forth against your ass.

“Fuck,” you let out a moan as he dug his fingernails into your hips, tilting your head up to let it fall on his shoulder.

“You like that?” he mumbled.

“I love it,” you nodded, taking a deep breath before rearranging yourself on his lap so that you were facing him, and he smirked before you placed your lips on his. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, your core pressing down onto his erection with each rock of your hips, and he began to slide his hands up your back, breaking the kiss only a moment in order to toss it to the ground, then unhooking your bra as well.

“Lay down on the couch for me,” he instructed. You did as told and he stood up from the couch, undressing himself as you tossed the blanket aside and laid down, eyeing him and biting down on your lower lip before he got on top of you, kissing you again and leaving hickeys all over your neck and breasts and stomach, surprising you at his reckless pace and aggressive movements. You liked this new side of him. It was different. He violently tugged down your pants and then your panties, the rough actions making you gasp, and he gave a sly smile, eyes flickering up to you before his tongue slid past your folds, making you moan. He had never been this strong or wild when handling your body before. You loved it.

“I’m close,” you warned as you neared your climax, him still eating you out. “God, that feels so good. Shit.” You were about to orgasm when he pulled away, and you widened your eyes, watching as he chuckled softly.

“You really think I’d let you go that easy?” he wondered.

“I was so close,” you insisted. “Honest. For the first time I think I could’ve-”

“Oh I know,” he reassured. “But if you’re going to finally orgasm for me, it better be around my cock.”

“Fuck Andy,” you closed your eyes as he crawled on top of you again. “You’re so hot like this.”

“Look who’s talking,” he reminded and you blushed, watching as he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed in and both of you let out a moan, and he began to thrust into you, going just as rough and reckless as he had been before. His hands were everywhere, tight grip of his hands, breathy noises spilling from between his lips, lust filled eyes connecting with yours. When you came, both of you moaned each other’s names, his orgasm following yours, and you both fought to catch your breath, resulting in two sweaty bodies tangled together underneath a blanket, clothes on the floor, the episode still playing in the background. “God, that was… fucking amazing.”

“Hell yeah it was,” you breathed, heart still racing.

“I guess that’s all it took, huh?” Andy laughed, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tight before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Just a little bit of roughness and an episode of Game of Thrones,” you joked. “Perfect recipe for a female orgasm.”

“I guess,” he burst into chuckles. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered.

“I wasn’t um, I wasn’t too rough. Was I?” he asked, worried eyes looking into yours.

“Not at all,” you giggled, pressing your lips to his for a short kiss. “You could never do anything to hurt me. And even if you could, I know you’d never even think about it.”

“You up for another night like this sometime?” he offered.

“Absolutely,” you grinned. “Except, uh, I think we might have to restart the episode.”

“Yeah,” Andy laughed. “I don’t think I was a little distracted.”

“A little?” you raised your eyebrows teasingly.

“Come on, babe,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you always steal all my attention.”